THIS AINT A SCENE....[deagan]!

[harlow]

this is a story of a girl
WHO CRIED A RIVER AND DROWNED THE WHOLE WORLD ,

Harlow flicked her slightly too long bangs out of her face and sighed as she walked along through the parking lot. School was finally out, and she was ready to go home. Today had been a long day. She hadn't been able to take a lunch, and she hadn't seen Deagan because of it. She'd been making up a stupid pre-cal test. Who needed pre-cal anyway? No one. She shoved her hand into her backpack's front pocket and grabbed the keys to her old, and beaten down bug. The little white car had a black convertible top, and it would be adorable if it weren't ancient. She still loved it of course, but she did wish that it were a bit more... polished. Would that be the word? Anyway, she opened the door flung her backpack in the back and then moved to go inside. When she tried starting it... well it wouldn't. Harlow's lips stuck out in a sign of her frustration. She tried to crank it again and it refused. It sputtered, croaked, and died. Well wasn't that lovely?

She got out of her car, and waited. Deagan had parked beside her, as usual, and he would get here eventually. She'd bum a ride off of him, and tell her parents that they needed to pick her car up. Her dad was a mechanic, and he could come out here and get it going in no time at all. But, he was at work right now, and he couldn't. There was no use in calling a tow truck if he could get to it after work anyways. She locked her car up and leaned against the side of it. Deagan's truck was a monster, she noted with a small smirk. He lived on a farm though, and really it made sense. He lifted her hand up and picked at the chipping electric blue fingernail polish. She made a silly sort of face when one of her longer nails slipped and scratched her. She looked up when someone passed, and mentally cursed when it wasn't Deagan.

She was getting bored. She'd only been waiting for a few minutes in reality, but Harlow wasn't he most patient person. She looked sideways at Deagans truck and grinned. Maybe he'd left it unlocked, she always left her little car unlocked. What was the point? There were over a hundred cars in this lot, and it was very unlikely anyone would take the time to check them all, much less her piece of shit bug? She giggled slightly as she moved over to his truck, when he pulled on the handle and it actually opened she grinned wide. "Hell yes!" she said before climbing in the drivers side and closing the door beside her. Now Deagan's truck didn't look too dirty, but that was probably because she'd cleaned it for him not to long ago. She laid out in the cab, and slung her arm over her eyes. Her bleach blond hair was flung out behind her in a messy splay, and her legs were propped up on the inside of his door on the handle. "Ah, this is the life..." she said with a small laugh as she continued to wait.

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TAGS ♠ deagan ♥
WORD COUNT ♠ 539
MUSE ♠ dunno really. haha
OUTFIT ♠ sexaayyyyy!
COMMENTS ♠ me love low-low
CREDITS ♠ template made by TEAM JACOB of CAUTION!

[deagan broderick maddock]

( i'm a genius with a headache )

AM I A LITTLE SICK OR A LITTLE SANE?

( 'cause i feel a little sick )

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where had the day gone? today had flown by, but not in a good way. deagan had just felt rushed all day. it started when he woke up. he'd accidentally overslept by thirty minutes. meaning he had to go to school with wet hair and glasses, considering he had no time to put contacts in. on top of that, he was wearing his baggy black sweat pants, an old white t-shirt, and his checkered hoodie. so he barely looked put together. but he'd made it to school on time, which was the only thing that mattered. his parents refused to call in and excuse his tardiness anymore. and he really didn't want a detention for an unexcused tardy. detention was bullshit. you got to sit in a room after school for an hour doing absolutely nothing. anyways, after he'd gotten to school it seemed like every teacher was determined to keep him working from the beginning of class right to the second the ending bell rang. he'd barely gotten a chance to take a break. and at lunch he couldn't find harlow. he'd nearly died. sometimes he felt like such a loser when he could barely function without his low-low. but he just couldn't help it. she was was his other half and he was hopelessly lost without her. so he'd been forced to hang out with some of his other friends, which was ok but not the same as his sista from anotha mista.

when the final bell rang deagan could hadly wait to get out the door and to his truck. harlow had parked beside him, and he'd finally get to see her. but of course there was no way he'd be able to get out of school right away. not today, anyways. everyone and their mama wanted to talk to deagan about something or other. he kept trying to rush through their conversations so he wouldn't miss low in the parking lot. people probably thought he was rude, but he didn't care. when he finally got to his locker, of course his lock wouldn't open. and of course his books had to fall out all over the floor. when this happened, he had to make himself take a breather. he took a deep breath, counted to ten, and let it out, his hands in fists the whole time. he was getting way too frustrated. he picked up his books slowly and put them away. harlow would still be there, no matter what, he knew. she always was. if he rushed to get out there, he'd end up taking more time than if he just chilled out.

when he finally got his shit together, deagan headed for the parking lot. as soon as he was out the doors, his eyes went straight to his truck, then traveled to harlow's bug beside it. he felt his heart slow with relief. of course she was here. she'd never leave without waiting for deagan. but where was she? she was usually sitting in her car or leaning against it. she was neither place today. maybe she was taking even longer to get out than he was. he booked it to the truck. he would stash his stuff there, then look for harlow inside. but when he got to the driver's side, he saw a pair of feet resting on the handle. harlow. he smirked. he knew immediately that her car wouldn't start and she needed a ride home. this had happened a few times. plus, diggie and low-low practically had best friend telepathy. he always knew what she needed, before she even knew it sometimes. before opening the door, he shouted loud enough for her to hear and in a cheesy voice, "what?? is there a hobo sleeping in my truck?" he whipped open the door, making harlow's feet fall. a huge grin ate up his face. "oh no, it's just my favorite angel, low-low!!" he threw his hands in the air and waited for her to get out and hug him. he deserved a damn good hug, after she'd ditched him today.

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WORDS. 680
LYRICS. sick or sane . senses fail
LISTENING TO. face down. red jumpsuit apparatus
TRUCK. sick as fuckkk
NOTES. meee tooo! low-low + diggie = ♥

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[harlow]

this is a story of a girl
WHO CRIED A RIVER AND DROWNED THE WHOLE WORLD ,

Harlow felt her insides jump when the door suddenly opened. No, it wasn't because she was afraid, not at all. It was because Deagan was finally here. She sat up almost immediately and grinned at her best friend. His arms were up in the air, as if he were waiting for a hug. She knew that he was, and she was all too ready to oblige. Harlow wiggled her way out of his humongous truck and and threw herself at Deagan. Her arms wrapped around his upper body, and she pressed her face into his chest, her eyes scrunching up and closing as she smiled. She loved this, and not just because she loved him. Being around Deagan just made her happy, plain and simple. It had nothing to do with the fact that she had more than simply friend-like feelings for him. She'd always loved to hug him, it felt more than just nice- it was safe, and warm.

"I missed today, my Diggie," she said as she turned her face up to look up at him. Her big blue eyes were wide as she continued on, "I'm sorry I didn't get to see you. I had a test to make up. Blame it on Mr. Knight and his stupid Pre-Cal tests," she said with a bit of a pout before once again burying her face into his chest. She noticed, finally, with some amusement that Deagan didn't look his usual immaculate self. He was wearing the sweat pants- the ones that meant he'd ran out of time this morning. And he had his glasses on- oh, he'd so been late today. She knew because she was the exact same way. When she ran out of time in the mornings, she always just wore her glasses to school. His hair wasn't as straight as it was usually either, it was kind of messy. All together though, she'd said that it didn't look bad at all. He looked cute actually.

When she finally pulled away she reached her hand up and messed up his black hair. "Sexy do today, Diggie. Late again?" she asked with a saucy sort of wink sent his way. She asked him this, though she didn't really need an answer. Just like she knew he probably already understood her situation with her dumb car. There was no point in even bringing it up- they just knew each other. She crossed her arms over her chest, and blew her too long bangs out of her face before leaning against the side of his massive truck. "You been havin' a bad day? You look a little tired," she paused for a moment before she added "Oh, I'm in no mood for my house today. Take me away to a magical place?" she always referred to Deagan's barn as the 'magical place.' She wasn't sure why, or at least she couldn't really remember. From the time they were kids she'd always called it that for some reason. They had grown up in the barn, after all. She just didn't feel like going home today. Masen, the little brother from hell, had decided to be a butt all week and she was tired of it. She'd much rather be away from nagging parents, and with Deagan- wherever.

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TAGS ♠ deagan ♥
WORD COUNT ♠ 548
MUSE ♠ dunno really. haha
OUTFIT ♠ sexaayyyyy!
COMMENTS ♠ me love low-low
CREDITS ♠ template made by TEAM JACOB of CAUTION!

[deagan broderick maddock]

( i'm a genius with a headache )

AM I A LITTLE SICK OR A LITTLE SANE?

( 'cause i feel a little sick )

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when harlow threw herself at deagan, he wrapped his arms tightly around her. he loved it when she laid her head on his chest like that. it made him feel so big and manly. nothing could touch low-low while she was safe in his arms. he squeezed her til he was sure he might accidentally crush the life out of her. he loosened his grip and kissed the top of her head making a loud 'muah' sound. that little boy grin just wouldn't leave his mouth. harlow made him so happy. any time he was having a bad day, he knew all he had to do was look at harlow and it would be all better. they truly were two halves to a whole.

deagan met harlow's eyes as she explained her whereabouts at lunch. he shook his head and closed his eyes in mock disappointment. "i'll have to speak to mr. knight. he has no right to detain my best friend. i nearly died without you. i had to hang out with adam and travis. you know how they get on my nerves." adam and travis didn't really get on his nerves that badly. he just liked to exaggerate. deagan kept on holding harlow, the two of them just standing in the parking lot. this event happened daily. they had to make a display of their bff status. anyone would think they were lovers, but they had never thought of each other that way. deagan loved harlow more than his very own mother, but only as his best friend. thinking of harlow as more than a friend just wierded him out. she wasn't like chandler had been, or any other girl really. she was chill and really understood him.

deagan smirked when harlow messed up his hair. "you know me too well." it was true. the fact that harlow could tell that deagan had been late just by his appearance was proof of that. but of course she looked like perfect little harlow. she had excellent taste in clothing and things. not like other girls who just wore the least amount as possible. he supposed this was to attract attention from boys, but it only repelled him. girls were so complicated and a little stupid sometimes. "i'm exhausted. today has been so busy. and i didn't get to see you, which is the only thing that keeps me going. and on top of that, i look like shit. but i see you look you're usual gorgeous self, you little biznatch. you must have had a good day, even without me." deagan really did think harlow was gorgeous. she was the prettiest girl in school, in his opinion. but for some reason, she didn't have much luck with guys. he supposed it was just because she was too decent for most of the slobs in this school.

ah, the magical place. low-low and diggie's favorite place to be. something about the barn was just comfortable and relaxing. the two of them had had many adventures throughout the years in that barn. harlow had called it the magical place from the beginning. he wasn't sure why, but it fit so he picked up on it too. he smiled deviously, "i will sweep you off of your feet and whisk you away to our magical place, my princess! climb aboard my royal carriage!" deagan picked harlow up, her head in one arm and her feet slung over the other. she was light and he easily carried her to the other side of the truck where he put her down, opened the passenger door, and knelt down on one knee. sometimes he was so dramatic.

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WORDS. 612
LYRICS. sick or sane . senses fail
LISTENING TO. face down. red jumpsuit apparatus
TRUCK. sick as fuckkk
NOTES. meee tooo! low-low + diggie = ♥

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[harlow]

this is a story of a girl
WHO CRIED A RIVER AND DROWNED THE WHOLE WORLD ,

Harlow gave her friend a sad look at the mention of his horrible day. It was slightly dramatized look, but she did still feel bad for him. She didn't like to think that he'd had a bad day, and her not being there had only made it worse. Damn, The Knight Rider, and his stupid math class. She resisted the urge to snuggle up to Deagan again. Whatever small comfort she could offer her friend, she would give. But that was always how it was, she was always ready to give everything to him that he needed, and whenever he needed it. She was his best friend, and it was her job. "I'm sorry, Diggie. I promise I won't miss another lunch, and I'll even walk you to each of your classes tomorrow to make up for today!" she proudly proclaimed as she stared up at him. It was times like these, when he seemed to tower of her, that she realized just how much she depended on Deagan. She hated to be away from him. She figured she needed him just about as much as she needed oxygen, if not more so. He was just... he had to be with her, because they were Deagan and Harlow. They were supposed to be together, no matter what way.

When Deagan went on about his day, and his "shit" looks she shook her head. How silly he could be sometimes? He didn't look anything even closely resembling bad. He was absolutely the most gorgeous man that she had ever seen, and would ever see. It was hard to explain, but the best way she could think to put it would be that... Well when other girls gawked at, and drooled over handsome boys, it was hard for her to ever join in. No one ever compared to Deagan. It didn't matter how buff, tan, or tattooed he happened to be. No one was as handsome as Deagan was to her. He was like her catnip or something, she just went crazy over him. She couldn't get enough.

She blushed slightly when he said that she looked gorgeous. She tried not to let her hopes get up. He didn't mean it like that, she shook her head slightly and lifted a hand to lightly slap his chest. "Flattery will get you everywhere, Deagan Broderick," she said with a small smile. "And it was a horrible day if you must know. Without you around there wasn't anyone to talk to- or at least no one I wanted to talk to. Adam and Travis just don't do it for me," she said with a slight grimace, though it was soon replaced with a smirk. It wasn't that she didn't like them, but they could honestly be a little much sometimes. They tried too much to be like Deagan in her opinion, and it just didn't work.

Harlow had to resist a small squeal when she felt Deagan's arm move under her neck, and knees to lift her up and off of the ground. She grinned widely up at the boy, and didn't even bother resisting. There was no reason to. These arms were where she loved to be most in the world, even if she couldn't actually say that out loud. "Oh, dashing, and handsome Prince Charming!" when he knelt down on the ground after putting her down, she lifted her dainty nose into the air and lifted her hand to grab onto the handle on the inside of the truck so that she could lift herself up. She lifted her foot and put it on his knee before pulling herself up and into the truck. She grinned down at her theatrical friend, and blew him a kiss before closing the truck door. Behind the tinted windows of his big black truck, Harlow couldn't help but let the absolutely love sick smile on her face finally reveal itself. It was in times like these that Deagan made it so hard for Harlow to only want him as a friend. It was in times like these that Deagan made her love him so much that it hurt.

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TAGS ♠ deagan ♥
WORD COUNT ♠ 691
MUSE ♠ dunno really. haha
OUTFIT ♠ sexaayyyyy!
COMMENTS ♠ me love low-low
CREDITS ♠ template made by TEAM JACOB of CAUTION!

[deagan broderick maddock]

( i'm a genius with a headache )

AM I A LITTLE SICK OR A LITTLE SANE?

( 'cause i feel a little sick )

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deagan made a pouty face and nodded at harlow's promise to walk him to every class the next day. "you had better, little missy. you owe me big time." he wasn't sure if that would work out, since they had completely different schedules and she'd be late to her classes if she did that. but it was the thought that counted. and he knew that she really would do it, even if it did make her late. that's just how harlow was. always willing to do anything and everything for deagan. and of course, deagan was willing to do the same for her. hell, he'd take a bullet for her without even thinking twice.

when harlow blushed, deagan definitely noticed it. she was like that, modest all the time. she didn't even realize how cute she was. deagan was sure countless boys at school had crushes on her. he cowered like a little girl when harlow smacked him, pretending that it hurt. "ouch. don't beat me!" he straightened up when she spoke again. "ah i'm sorry low-low." deagan pulled her into a quick hug. he couldn't resist the impulse. her eyes were just so big and blue and the look in them practically begged him to hug her. for having a terrible day, she definitely did look better than deagan.

after harlow was safely in the truck, deagan ran to the driver's side and jumped in. he turned the keys in the ignition and the engine roared. he couldn't help but grin. he loved cars, and the sound of a powerful engine got him every time. he slammed the gear into reverse, and looked over his shoulder, backing out of the parking spot. "we're off to our magical place, my lady!" the huge car was hard to maneuver but deagan had skillz. he got them out of the parking lot and into traffic without a problem. his house was about twenty minutes from the school, since he lived out on a farm. that was twenty minutes to jam out with harlow. one of his favorite pastimes was to blast music in the car and sing at the top of his lungs with harlow. it was especially fun to roll the windows down and sing to people in random cars. he drove with one hand on the wheel, while messing with the radio dial with the other. "what shall we rock out to this afternoon?" harlow knew the drill.

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WORDS. 407
LYRICS. sick or sane . senses fail
LISTENING TO. retrace . anberlin
TRUCK. sick as fuckkk
NOTES. whoa, suckiness! sorry about that :( not sure where my muse is

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[harlow]

this is a story of a girl
WHO CRIED A RIVER AND DROWNED THE WHOLE WORLD ,

Honestly, Harlow didn't care what they were listening to. She knew plenty of songs, and she loved to sing with them all. It didn't matter to her if she could, or couldn't sing. It was just fun. Being with Deagan always promised good times, of course. The two of them together were just the makings of sheer fun. She turned to Deagan with her wide grin, gave a small shrug of her shoulders before replying, "Hm... Anything will do, but I'm sorta feelin' some 3OH!3," their songs were some of her favorite. She loved 'em- the beat to their songs were always killer, and their lyrics were always jam worthy. Harlow pulled one of her hair ties from her wrist before yanking her blond hair back into a careless bun. She didn't like what the wind did to it, so she tied it back. With an excited sort of smile to herself, she moved her hand over to the door before pressing the thing to get the window down.

The moment all that air hit her, she felt a rush of excitement. This was one of her favorite things in the world. Riding with the windows down, and singing at the top of her lungs to some of her favorite songs. Her clear blue eyes shifted from the passing land to look over at her friend. The wind was already tossing his hair around, and bless her heart it had suddenly gotten harder to breathe. With her bangs flying around in front of her face, she tried to distract herself. Surely he'd notice if she were staring? But she couldn't help herself- he was just too fucking good looking to ignore. She bit her lip to control her more hormonal impulses. The words best, and friend, revolved around in her mind for a while before she was able to tear her eyes away. She shook her head slightly and looked back out the window where it was safe.

She ran a hand through her hair and tried to make herself think of things that didn't revolve around Deagan. She tried to think of new colors for her hair, or different clothes she wanted to wear. She tried to think of drinks she wanted to make, or packs of smokes she wanted to buy. She thought of parties that she needed to go to, and friends she needed to call. Everything, in some way or another led her back to him though, so it was all pointless. She gave in with a bit of a sigh, it really was worthless trying to take her mind off of him. He was her best friend, and her life was drenched in Deagan. Everything she did had something to do with him, and everything she thought about in some round about way had to do with him. Would he approve of the colors in her hair? Would he like the jeans she picked out? Would he want to make drinks with her, or take half her pack? He would go to the parties with her, and he would be the only friend she'd ever bother to call. He was more than just her best friend, or even her soul mate, or her telepathic bfff- he was her life, however pathetic that might sound to some people.

"Crank that shit upppp!" she said finally, turning to him again, her happy smile once again in place as if none of her thoughts had mattered. They had, but she'd known each of them all along, so in the end they didn't bother her. She loved her best friend, and that was all there was to it.

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TAGS ♠ deagan ♥
WORD COUNT ♠ 609
MUSE ♠ dunno really. haha
OUTFIT ♠ sexaayyyyy!
COMMENTS ♠ me love low-low
CREDITS ♠ template made by TEAM JACOB of CAUTION!

[deagan broderick maddock]

( i'm a genius with a headache )

AM I A LITTLE SICK OR A LITTLE SANE?

( 'cause i feel a little sick )

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deagan could have guessed that harlow would pick 3OH!3. it was one of their favorite bands. on a shitty day, 3OH!3 just made everything better. "oh fuck yah, 3OH!3 it is." deagan grabbed his want album and popped the cd into the player. he just put it on pause for now, wanting to light up before. smoking was one of his worst habits. and his parents knew he did it, but didn't seem to mind. that was one of the only cool things they'd ever done for him. he was almost eighteen, anyways. and maybe his parents understood that with the whole stress of the chandler issue, smoking chilled him out. deagan grabbed a cigarette out of the pack on his dash and lit it up. he took a deep inhale, and exhaled out the window, a smile on his lips. ah, much better. he loved watching the smoke float from his mouth and be sucked out the window. he'd been working on smoke rings and made a note to self to show harlow once they were in the barn. she'd be so impressed with his skills.

for a moment, deagan could feel harlow's eyes on him. sometimes she did that. just stared. he didn't know why, but he didn't care. he hardly noticed it anymore. but this time she seemed to linger. deagan turned and caught her eyes for just a moment before she looked away. low-low was so complex. he swore he saw things in that girl's eyes that words couldn't explain. sometimes he wondered what exactly she was thinking. to break the almost awkward feeling, he offered the pack and lighter to harlow, "want one?" harlow smoked cigarettes with him most of the time, but it didn't seem like she was addicted the way deagan was. which he was proud of her for.

moving his eyes back and forth from the road to the cd player, he skipped ahead to the track 'starstruck'. that was definitely his favorite 3OH!3 song. he cranked up the volume and the music blasted. as the lyrics came up, deagan was singing right along with them at the top of his lungs. "nice legs, daisy dukes, makes a man go..." and yes, he whistled. the two best friends were probably quite a sight. but the people who lived on their route home were definitely used to harlow and deagan's music blasting antics. this occurred maybe three out of the five school days each week. everyone within a three mile radius could hear the music. deagan's truck had new subs that practically shook the ground they drove on. he looked over at harlow, a big goofy grin on his face. this was just one of those things that he could only do with her. he couldn't picture himself driving around with any other friend like this. he'd feel self-conscience about it. but with low-low he could completely be himself and just...be. he didn't have to think about anything before he said it, he just said it. he didn't think about what he did before he did it. harlow knew him inside and out, the weird things and the cool things about him, and she still loved him. that was a true friend. that was what deagan liked to call a sista from anotha mista.

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WORDS. 549
LYRICS. sick or sane . senses fail
LISTENING TO. dead air
TRUCK. sick as fuckkk
NOTES. :)

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[harlow]

this is a story of a girl
WHO CRIED A RIVER AND DROWNED THE WHOLE WORLD ,

"Thanks, doll," she said with a grin, as she took the offered cigarette pack, and lighter. She'd bought him this lighter not to weeks ago, and it was hot pink. She loved it. She pushed all the thought out of her head and readily lit up. Almost instantly the stress leaked out of her. It was only really in times of high stress, or when she was just partying that she smoke. It wasn't an addiction, thankfully. She didn't want that for herself- or Deagan for that matter, but she wouldn't try to stop him. He seemed to need it, after Chandler fucked him over, she understood. She let a deep breath out and grinned when she saw Deagan put in the c.d. She was already getting excited- this was one of her favorite c.d.'s in the world- it was so much fun to just let loose to.

When Deagan put it on "Starstruck," she couldn't help but sit up a little straighter in her seat as she readied herself for some serious throat killing singing. The seat behind her shook, and vibrated. It was loud, but she didn't care- in fact she loved it. She lifted the cigarette to her lips, inhaled and let the smoke fill her lungs. When finally the words began she let all the smoke out to sing along. She looked over at Deagan and he was already going, it made her grin even wider as she sang along. Her arm lifted and bounced with the beat as she threw her head back and closed her big blue eyes to sing along. "Tight jeans, double d's makin' me go-!" she couldn't actually whistle very well but once again, she didn't care. It didn't matter. She didn't have to feel worried at Deagan making fun of her, he was doing the exact same thing. And besides, you could hardly hear her over the insanely loud, pounding bass.

Harlow undid her seat belt, as it was a bad habit of hers before flinging what was left of her cigarette out the window. She shifted in the seat before laying down in the seat. She made a point to rest her head on the outside of Deagan's thigh before lifting her feet up and letting them sit on the top of the open window. Her feet weren't hanging out of the car, but the wind still beat against them, pushing and insistent. Her small body rocked to the beat of the song, and her mouth moved along perfectly with the lyrics. Her eyes moved to look up and she stared at the bottom of Deagan's chin. With a silly smile on her face, she lifted a hand and tickled under his chin at some of his facial hair (another habit of hers), before she laughed, dropped her hand and continued to sing along with the lyrics to one of her favorite songs.

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TAGS ♠ deagan ♥
WORD COUNT ♠ 484
MUSE ♠ 3OH!3
OUTFIT ♠ sexaayyyyy!
COMMENTS ♠ low & diggie gots good sets-o-pipes!
CREDITS ♠ template made by TEAM JACOB of CAUTION!

[deagan broderick maddock]

( i'm a genius with a headache )

AM I A LITTLE SICK OR A LITTLE SANE?

( 'cause i feel a little sick )

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deagan sang along, pausing every once in awhile for a drag on his cig. he couldn't ask for anymore than this right now. he had harlow, cigarettes, and 3OH!3. the only three things in life you really needed. in this moment, he realized that he could never ask to be any happier. after his cig was gone, he flicked the butt out the window. he immediately craved another one, but decided to wait until he got home. 'starstruck' ended and 'don't trust me' came on. yet another song that deagan loved. as the lyrics came up, he just happened to be stopped at a red light next to a mom with a van full of kids. and so of course, he turned and sang right to soccer mom. "black dress, with the tights underneath. i got the breath of a last cigarette on my teeth. and she's an actres, but she ain't got no need. she's got money from her parents in a trust fund back east." the mom gave him weird, awkward, and uncertain looks. the kids in the back of the van were cracking up. deagan couldn't stop smiling. but unfortunately, the light turned green and he had to focus on driving. the van wouldn't get the privilege of the next verse.

when harlow laid on deagan's leg, he grinned down at her. this was one of her habits. and he liked it. he felt like he was so far away from her if harlow sat in the other seat. this brought them closer together. he belted out the next verse as he used his fist to pound the beat on the steering wheel. he looked like just some crazy teen speeding down the road. but he was never like this. only with harlow. he was usually so quiet and shy, but low-low brought out his crazy side. but that's how deagan was. reserved around people he didn't know that well, and a completely different, obnoxious person around his friends. that was probably a good thing, too. the world wouldn't be able to handle his crazy side 24/7.

the drive to deagan's farm took about twenty minutes. just a few 3OH!3 songs later, and they were turning onto his dirt road. his house came into view and he felt a little relief. no one was home. his parents were at work and his sister was...who knows where. that girl had gotten rather good at disappearing these days. deagan was just relieved no one would be coming in the barn to bug he and harlow. his mom always wanted to sit down and have talks with low, catching up and things. the maddock family simply adored harlow. they would adopt her if her real parents would only give her up. i mean, she was even allowed to spend the night at the maddock's house. how many parents let their seventeen year old son have his friend who happens to be a girl spend the night? but she'd been staying over at deagan's house since the early days, so his parents pretty much knew that they were only friends and wouldn't be participating in any reproducing.

deagan pulled the truck up just outside of the barn and killed the engine. he looked down at harlow, who was still laying on his leg, and smiled. "our magical place awaits, your majesty!"

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WORDS. 557
LYRICS. sick or sane . senses fail
LISTENING TO. dead air
TRUCK. sick as fuckkk
NOTES. oh fa sho

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[harlow]

this is a story of a girl
WHO CRIED A RIVER AND DROWNED THE WHOLE WORLD ,

Harlow knew why Deagan was her best friend. The crazy adorable things that she always finds him doing always make it clear. Example: his singing out the window at some soccer mom, and her van of kids. He just always made it so impossible not to love him. His hilarious personality, and his drop dead gorgeous looks could kill. She shook her head as she laid against his leg, but continued to sing along with him. When the final chorus his her eyes closed and she sang as loudly as she could. The rest of the car ride passed a lot like this, and it went almost too quickly for her. She loved this time with him, it was just the two of them, doing what they did best; making fools out of themselves was like their profession, or something, she was sure of it.

Harlow was almost disappointed that Deagan's parents, and sister weren't home: almost. She loved spending time with him, than she did them, but she still loved his family regardless. She loved her parents, for sure, but his parents... there was just something about those two crazy kids. She swore sometimes that they might be her parents, too. Would it be possible to have four parents? Well she figured that it was. And his sister, well sometimes Harlow liked her more than her own terror of a little brother. When the truck finally came to a stop Harlow forced herself to sit up. Her arms lifted up above her, well as much as the cab of the truck would let her. Her back bent and she made an almost squealing noise under her breath as she stretched- she sounded like a bit of a cat (that'd had it's tail stepped on).

She hopped out of the truck, and grinned up at her second home. Her clear blue eyes went almost immediately to the barn though, it was almost as if she'd expected it to have picked its sides up and run away while they were at school. She stuck her tongue out at Deagan before she grinned widely, "Last one there has to go to school tomorrow and fully make out with Travis!" and before she'd even finished her sentence she'd bolted to the barn. She knew this was childish, and somewhere in the back of her mind, she was laughing at herself, but she couldn't make herself really care. She liked just being happy, and having fun, she didn't care how retarded she might happen to look. She looked to Deagan and shouted, "You're gettin' tongue tomorrow, papi!"

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TAGS ♠ deagan ♥
WORD COUNT ♠ 434
MUSE ♠ dunno really. haha
OUTFIT ♠ sexaayyyyy!
COMMENTS ♠ she called him papi. <3 hehe
CREDITS ♠ template made by TEAM JACOB of CAUTION!

[deagan broderick maddock]

( i'm a genius with a headache )

AM I A LITTLE SICK OR A LITTLE SANE?

( 'cause i feel a little sick )

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deagan watched as harlow sat up and stretched in the truck. that was something she always did, and deagan laughed at her every time. she just looked so cute and that cat sound she made was so funny, he couldn't help but giggle. it was just one of those things that was one hundred percent harlow that he loved. he pocketed his cigarettes, phone, and keys and was just hopping down from the truck when harlow ran for the barn and yelled her challenge. there was no way deagan was making out with travis tomorrow, so he simply had to beat her. he slammed the door and ran for the barn, "ah fuck no! it is you who will be swappin spit with that d-bag!" he sprinted for the doors and reached them just after harlow. she had touched the big barn doors just seconds before he had. a look of pure terror filled deagan's eyes, "no, no, i won't do it! you had a head start! it was unfair! have mercy!" obviously he wouldn't be making out with travis, but it was funny to beg.

after begging for his life, deagan turned to open the barn doors. they had always been too heavy for harlow, this was a man's job. the barn was huge and, yes, red with white trim. inside it was laid out like a traditional barn: a center aisle, with stalls on either side. at the end of the aisle was a ladder leading up to the hay loft. the hay loft was where they usually hung out. it was big, with a window looking out over the fields. and yes, hay was everywhere, creating soft chairs to chill on. it was quiet and peaceful inside the barn and deagan had always loved it. he may look like a city boy on the outside, but he was all country on the inside. he still rode his horse and rounded up the cattle every evening. and he wasn't ashamed of that, either. he'd proudly tell anyone that he loved his dog and his horse more than life itself.

as soon as deagan had the massive doors slid open, the sweet smell of farm hit his nostrils. he took a deep breath and smiled. home. nothin' like it. he took a step inside the barn and his stallion immediately whinnied. the horse was a massive black quarter horse that deagan had owned since he was fourteen. he had a strong bond with that horse. deagan walked to his stall and the horse threw his head over the stall door. deagan nuzzled his forehead to the animal's and gave him a good chin-scratching. "hey phoenix, did ya miss me boy?" the horse nickered softly back at deagan. you'd think they were having a conversation. deagan hated it that pheonix had to be kept in a stall sometimes instead of out in the fields, but the mares were in season and they didn't need foals. he turned to harlow, still talking to phoenix,"look who's here!" the stallion threw his nose in greeting to harlow. he definitely remembered and loved low-low. all of deagan's animals knew his best friend, of course.

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WORDS. 530
LYRICS. sick or sane . senses fail
LISTENING TO. dead air
TRUCK. sick as fuckkk
PHOENIX. click
NOTES. oh fa sho

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[harlow]

this is a story of a girl
WHO CRIED A RIVER AND DROWNED THE WHOLE WORLD ,

Harlow practically let out a squeal of exhilaration when she won. To be chased, and then to win was a fun little rush for her. Besides his reaction was classic, he was beginning in the most adorable sort of way. She crossed her arms over her chest and suppressed a laugh. Her eyes rolled to the side as did her dramatically puckered lips. She was thinking, and apparently very hard. She tapped her foot for a moment before staring back at Deagan. "...Well I know that if I'd lost I wouldn't want to make out with him, and I'd beg you and want mercy.... And you did give me a ride today. Hm..." she paused for another moment before a grin finally broke out on her face. "Sure, sure. You don't have to make out with him this time. But if you lose again, you have to! Or else you'll be licking the bottoms of my shoes clean for a month!" She loved to give people little ultimatums.

Harlow waited patiently as Deagan moved to lift up the barn doors, as per usual. She just wasn't big enough to do it herself. She had tried many a time, every year just about. And never had she been able to really do it without hurting herself. She was a bit of a wimp. That was another good thing about Deagan, he definitely wasn't. He might not look it, but he was in fact pretty strong. He was just in his element. This was his life, and it always had been. He was a little cowboy in converse. She grinned at the thought before moving through the doors. Almost immediately the familiar feel of the barn wrapped around her, making her smile in earnest. This was her favorite place in the world to be, hands down (she'd decided this on her first trip, when they were hardly friends yet).

Deagan moved immediately to Phoenix, and Harlow waved at the horse. To be honest he was far smarter than any dog Harlow had ever met- he was more like a human, and apart of the family. She blew a kiss at the stallion with a bit of a laugh. "Hey, cutie-pie," she said as her eyes crinkled at the sides slightly from her wide smile. This place just did that to her. Every time she got near it her face lit up like a roman candle. Harlow looked up the latter to see their loft, it looked as inviting as ever, and with a little running in place to prepare herself she launched herself at the latter. When she reached them she pounced on the thing and climbed up as quickly as possible before throwing herself onto a pile of hay (though she'd turned around in the air a bit so that she wouldn't land on her face). She laughed, and the happy sound practically echoed throughout the entire barn.

"There's no place like home."

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TAGS ♠ deagan ♥
WORD COUNT ♠ 493
MUSE ♠ dunno really. haha
OUTFIT ♠ sexaayyyyy!
COMMENTS ♠ me love low-low
CREDITS ♠ template made by TEAM JACOB of CAUTION!

[deagan broderick maddock]

( i'm a genius with a headache )

AM I A LITTLE SICK OR A LITTLE SANE?

( 'cause i feel a little sick )

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deagan sighed in fake relief when harlow decided to grant him mercy. honestly, he'd gladly take her ultimatum of licking the bottom of her shoes. he wasn't into any sort of sexual exchange with the same sex. deagan was straight as they come. he personally thought that being gay or bisexual was just gross and wrong. not that he was homophobic. he'd treat a gay person like anyone else, that lifestyle just wasn't for him. he liked girls, and girls only. well, since chandler broke his heart he didn't. girls were nothing but evil. it still shocked him whenever it randomly occurred to him that harlow was, in fact, a girl. but she wasn't evil and heart-breaking. she might be the only girl in the world to be this way, though. deagan had sometimes wondered why he hadn't ever had feelings for harlow. probably simply because she was so amazing. he had way too much respect for her to fall in love with her. if that makes sense. it did in deagan's mind.

deagan gave phoenix one last kiss on the nose before turning and running to the ladder behind harlow. the two had run up and down the ladder so many times they'd gotten their time down to three seconds. it might take any normal person a good ten seconds to climb the tall ladder, but deagan and harlow were a sort of ladder-climbing olympians. after years of climbing up and down the same ladder every day, one developed a certain coordination and dexterity for the skill. but anyways, once in the loft deagan plopped down next to harlow, laying on his stomach with his head in the nook between her shoulder and arm. the familiar scent of harlow mixed with hay made him smile and sigh peacefully. there was no place else he'd rather be than right here, right now. "you're tellin me. today was the worst day ever." his words were slightly muffled by harlow's hoodie, but deagan knew she'd understand.

deagan still had a craving for another cigarette, so he rolled onto his back and lit up. he grinned up at low-low. "watch this." he took a deep drag and held it in for a second. he then worked his new skills and two little smoke rings puffed from his mouth. they were small, and a little misshapen, but they were smoke rings. he blew out the rest of the smoke in his lungs and looked up at harlow, a proud twinkle in his eye. smoke rings were not easy to make, and he'd been practicing. he knew harlow would be so happy for him.

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WORDS. 440
LYRICS. sick or sane . senses fail
LISTENING TO. trouble. nevershoutnever!
TRUCK. sick as fuckkk
PHOENIX. click
NOTES. oh fa sho

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[harlow]

this is a story of a girl
WHO CRIED A RIVER AND DROWNED THE WHOLE WORLD ,

Being spread out on a big pile of hay was surprisingly comfortable. Some people might not think so, but she would always disagree. It was one of her favorite things. Especially when she was layed out on a bunch of hay with Deagan. She grinned, her eyes closed, totally relaxed. She heard the ladder rattle a bit like it had when she'd climbed up it, and she knew that Deagan was coming to join her. Within seconds he was up in the loft with her, and already he had his head buried in her arm. She exhaled a deep breathe, and just took a moment to relax. It was like the bad day she'd had was leaking right out of her. This was what Deagan did though, being around him seemed to just automatically make it all better. "At least it's a better day now," she said cracking open an eye to look at Deagan.

When he shot up from where he laid on his stomach beside her she couldn't help but smile some at his excited-ness. She looked down at him as he smiled before lighting up, taking a drag from his cigarette and seemingly taking a moment to prepare himself for something. She wasn't sure what he was about to do, but when he actually did it she couldn't help but be both amused and impressed. He'd made a smoke ring. It was something she definitely couldn't do, and she'd tried it a few times before. Okay, like twice, but still. It was really hard, and she was impressed. She lifted up her hands and clapped for him as she grinned. "Color me impressed, my smoke ring making artist of a friend," she sat up some and the smell of cigarette hit her. It was a smell she couldn't help but love.

"How long did you practice that? It's effing killer," she said as she unzipped her hoodie. It wasn't warm, but it wasn't cold either. She pushed up her sleeves, and crossed her legs indian style in front of her. She quickly pinned her blonde bangs back, as they were finally getting to the point where they were annoying to her. She honestly needed a trim, and a dye, ASAP. Maybe when she got home she would. Or maybe she'd left some dye here at Deagan's, it was very possible. She practically lived her. She stayed over at his house so much that she had her own little space in his closest and dresser. She been coming over here since they were itty-bittys with nothing better to do than color on the walls, and play in the sand. "I would ask you to teach me sometime, but I know that it'd cost you twenty or so packs, and a centuries worth of patience," she laughed a little at her joke before crossed her small arms back across her chest.

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TAGS ♠ deagan ♥
WORD COUNT ♠ 482
MUSE ♠ dunno really. haha
OUTFIT ♠ sexaayyyyy!
COMMENTS ♠ me love low-low
CREDITS ♠ template made by TEAM JACOB of CAUTION!