where is your boy tonight? } parker

[brianna elizabeth green]

Where is your boy tonight? I hope he is a gentleman.
Maybe he won't find out what I know
You were the last good thing about this part of town.

Not again, it was the second time in the past month that her old black Honda Civic had broken down. The first time her mother had borrowed it on her trip to Los Angles, and took it to a local garage there, maybe this one could fix what ever was wrong with it or she was going to try and get rid of it. Brianna was very uncomfortable sitting in the passenger seat of the two truck that was transporting her and her car to their destination.

Bri was extremely greatful when they arrived, she hopped out of her seat and looked around. It was a very interesting place (she had never been in a garage before), things were not the cleanest, she did not like that. Taking a deep breath in she sighed, hopefully her car would be fixed... that would deffinatly make up for how... icky it smelled in there, and how interesting things looked. Sighing once more as she plopped down in a chair she watched the man unload her car hoping someone would tell her what she needed to do. Well, one thing positive is coming out of this she thought to her self, you don't have to go home to your father right away. Thank goodness for that too, maybe he would be back at the bar when she got home, which would make going out easier.

Brianna started playing with a strand of her blond hair as she started thinking about her plans for the night. Hitting a few parties, maybe the clubs, with a few friends... if her car was fixed soon enough, she was the driver for the night. Oh great, if the car is not fixed then i'll have three bitchy girls on my case about it, she thought again. She knew one thing for certain: they better be able to make her car work again, or she would be pretty pissed.

words: 336
status: Closed. For Parker.
ooc: eh, not my best, sorry :/

[parker james detwiler]

BLAME ME! BLAME ME! BLAME ME!

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another day of work. parker was in his usual bad mood, nothing new here. he'd been at the garage since 6:30 this morning and was in no mood to deal with any sort of bullshit. there were only three employees working right now: mike, paul, and parker. there were usually up to ten men working at a time, but for some reason no one could come in today. they'd all given their excuses. but parker was a faithful worker and hardly ever missed a day. he hated days when barely any one was working. it meant that he had to deal with costumers. costumer duty was the only thing parker asked to be excused from at work. and if there were enough employees on duty, his boss usually let him just stay in back and never have to take the counter shift. it was well-known that parker was not a people person. and honestly, the boss didn't really want him handling customers. it wasn't good for business. an aggressive employee like parker would be fired instantly from any other job. but the garage business was different. he was a pro at working with his hands, and most men working here were a little bit on the rougher side. parker fit right in.

the little bell on the front door jingled, alerting the men to a customer. mike and paul were in back working on cars, so parker would have to take this one. dread washed over him. he reluctantly made his way to the front office to see what the customer wanted. as soon as he turned the corner he froze, obvious distaste on his face. of all people, it had to be a high-school girl. a blonde, cheer-leader type at that. parker wanted to run the other way. he was sure that he wouldn't be able to talk to her for five seconds without making a sarcastic remark, or simply punching her in the mouth. she looked preppy, rich, and whiny. but parker had no choice but to assist her. he'd have to tough it out, hopefully without harming the girl physically.

parker stepped forward toward the sitting chick. he didn't smile, just kept a straight face. "how can i help you?" his tone was flat and uninterested. he wanted to get this over with as quickly as possible. glancing out the window, parker saw a black civic being unloaded from the tow. she'd obviously had a break-down somewhere and needed a repair of some sort. he stuck his greasy hands into his pockets and shifted his gaze back to the girl's eyes. his face let her know that he wouldn't put up with her. his mouth was set in a hard line and his green eyes said nothing but hate.

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HATE ME! HATE ME! HATE ME!
for mistakes you've made that you can't own.
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WORDS! 460
LYRICS! blame me . anberlin
PS!

[brianna elizabeth green]

When I wake up, I'm willing to take my chances on
Hope I forget, That you hate him more than you notice

Brianna's icy blue eyes drifted up slowly to the person who just interrupted her thoughts. Her hand fell from her hair, as she inspected the man. Well, he was not really a man more like an older boy. He did not seem very happy to be helping Bri, which kind of ticked her off. She thought this was a 'service' shop. Rolling her eyes she slowly stood up placing her soft small hands on her hips. Thats when she realized how tall this guy was, -- probably around six one or six two, and brianna (who was no taller than five feet and five inches) should have listened to her gut when it told her not to try any thing with him, most likely she would not and make everything 100 times worse then it needed to be.

Well maybe you can start by at least looking like you don't want to kill me. Brianna began sternly, Then maybe you could try to make my car run... She ran her hand through her hair and sighed softly, again. Oh, you probably should not have said that, she immediately thought to her self, because the guy was so big -- and kind of cute. She shook that thought from her mind he was being a jerk already and he had only murmured a small total of five words to her. Brianna knew this was going to be a long time at the garage if she could not change her attitude toward this.

Her teeth gently brushed across her bottom lip. She knew he thought she was probably some bitchy cheerleader chick, and the cheerleader part was completely wrong. Brianna was not a cheerleader, the cheerleaders were whores, and bri was not in any shape or form a whore, slut, skank, or anything of that sense. And, as for the bitchy part... yeah, she could come off like that to certain people. It was a characteristic she learned mostly from when her father came home drunk. He would call her mother and sister and her self awful words and names. you could say that brianna took out that anger on people who pissed her off. this guy was beginning to do that too, and she was pretty sure she was coming off as a bitch to this dude.

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[parker james detwiler]

BLAME ME! BLAME ME! BLAME ME!

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for every honest word that you postpone.
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as soon as the chick opened her dumb fuckin mouth, parker knew that he'd called it. she was exactly the bitch he'd expected her to be. maybe even more so. she was a spoiled brat used to getting everything she'd ever wanted, that much was obvious to him. the fact that she was a customer was the only thing that kept him from putting her in her place. the last thing he needed was to be sued. he'd just moved out on his own and couldn't afford to lose his job and the money he'd been saving in the bank. he wanted so badly to let his temper take over his body and do it's damage, but he practiced self-control in this case. his face stayed stony, his eyes never left hers. the message he sent across without words was perfectly clear. he was bigger than her by a hundred pounds, and he had plenty of ability to take her out. but he was being merciful right now. she'd go home without her face punched in. her words instructing him to stop looking at her like he hated her, did nothing to phase him. if anything, it made his glare at her more intense. his mouth was set in a straight line, the muscles in his jaw tense, and his eyes cold and staring. there was nothing she could say to reverse his attitude. anything she tried would only make it worse. people didn't get away with trying to boss parker around. especially people like her, who thought they owned the world. nothing got his rage started up more quickly. i mean, seriously. how stupid and selfish of her.

parker didn't know why he let people make him so angry. it just...happened. it was a bad habit, he knew. but he just couldn't stop himself. someone would simply look at him wrong and he'd be set off. he'd never admit it, but this trait was inherited directly from his father. somewhere deep inside, he knew this but denied it. parker took a deep breath and spoke to her, the rage in his voice just barely contained. "fill out the form on the counter." parker needed to get out of the office before he blew a fuse. who exactly did this chick think she was, coming in here and bossing parker around? for that, she was getting less than 'friendly service'. parker would fix her car, but it would be a cold day in hell when he was pleasant about it.

parker's eyes shifted from the girl to the door, and he walked right past her. as he exited, the little bell jangled again. damn bell. it was almost as annoying as that bitch. when parker got outside, the car was already unloaded from the tow truck. he popped open the hood and took a quick glance at it. he shook his head and mumbled, "overheated." figured someone like her needed to have their precious car towed to a garage just for an overheating. after instructing the tow man to move the car into a spot in the garage, parker headed back into the dreaded office to deal with the girl. once inside, he delivered the news. "you're car is just overheated. i'm going to run a diagnostics test on it. it's probably nothing more than a case of an inexperienced teen driver." he shot her a condescending glance. this girl couldn't be barely 16 or 17. she was probably just driving like a stupid ass. he'd have her car ready to drive again in an hour.

parker made his way back around behind the counter. he crossed his arms across his chest and look at the forms he'd told her to fill out. "you done with that?" his tone was less than friendly. if she was done, he could go back to the garage and run the test on her car. then he'd send someone else out to tell her the results. he'd fix the problem, and send her on her way. this little teenage brat would be out of his hair and off of his nerves as quickly as possible.

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HATE ME! HATE ME! HATE ME!
for mistakes you've made that you can't own.
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WORDS! 720
LYRICS! blame me . anberlin
PS! sorry that it's a little rough, i'm still developing parker's character xD