And The Winner Is (IC, CLOSED)

[princesssexci]

Elizabeth Wakefield sat at her desk, chewing on her pencil as she concentrated heavily on the essay before. Though she found it hard to concentrate with music, down the hall of the co-ed dormitory. Apparently, there was some party, which was easily expected since it was a Friday night. She also knew this information because her roommate and twin sister had rushed out wearing a trashy outfit, exclaiming ‘I’m going to a party, don’t wait up for me’

Liz was completely and utterly different from her twin sister, though they both looked like porn models, Liz was the more sophisticated one. Though it amused her that their parents couldn’t tell the difference between them. Liz was more prudish. Her life unlike Megan’s didn’t revolve around which cock was going to fill her first and how many were going to be involved.

Sometimes, she wondered why Megan had it so easy, because being one of the smartest girls in class wasn’t the easiest thing in the world. How hard was it to actually get a guy to have sex with you? Sighing, Liz shook her head. Only sluts get the easy life, Liz thought bitterly. She wasn’t ashamed to admit her sister was a complete slut either, hell Megan knew she was a slut.
Suddenly the phone rang, bring Liz out of her thoughts, she answered it. It was her mom telling her that their trip to Spain had to be cancelled due to how sick their dad was and her mother offered them to her.

“Why me, mom? I mean, its not like I don’t appreciate it but…I’m sure Meg
would enjoy these tickets way more than I would.”

Her mom explained that it was like a reward for Liz for being an honor roll student for the past first year of college. Liz chewed on her lip, knowing this wouldn’t bode well with Megan at all.

 

[oreocookie]

As Megan bumped along to the music, her hands over her head, a guy behind her, a guy in front of her, their breath on her, she couldn't concentrate. She knew her dad was sick. He had the flu or something like that. Well, that's what it'd been diagnosed as, but she felt like it was more serious. Megan had always been "Daddy's little girl." It killed her to know something was wrong with him.

The fact that Megan wasn't able to concrentrate on the two hotties grinding into her, said something. While Liz was all about the work and the grades, Megan was all about living her life to the fullest, having the most fun, and being well known. Sure, Liz thought is was easy, but she was wrong. It took strength, courage to oneself out there over and over again. It took self confidence to not care about the other girls, what they said about her, and the looks they gave her.

She sighed and pushed out of the crowd, unable, for once, to get into the music or the guys. She grabbed a beer and handed it to a friend to pop it open. He did, and handed it back to her. She took a swig and made her way to the door. God, how much did life have to suck for her to leave a party early?

She made her way down the hall to her room, where she knew her sister would be working.

 

[princesssexci]

Liz had been working on her essay for at least an hour before Megan had walked into their dorm. Liz had been focusing pretty hard so she barely said a word to Megan for a few, trying to finish the essay, it was due on Monday and despite what alot of people thought of Liz, she did want to have fun this weekend and not work on any kind of school work.

Finally, Liz looked up at Megan who seemed to be staring at her expectantly. "So....mom and dad aren't going to Spain for the summer." She started, knowing that Megan had been wanting to go forever. She bit her lip and then continued, "Uh, don't get mad okay? I just wanna say that I totally tried to get mom to give you the tickets..."

Liz paused again, fiddling nervously with the hem of her button up white blouse. "However, she wasn't exactly...taken with the idea...said she wanted me to go instead." Liz waited for all hell to break loose.

 

[oreocookie]

Megan clenched her jaw, and her fists at her side. "There's a fucking surprise," she told her. "Little Miss Perfect gets everything fucking handed to her, because who doesn't love the angel?" She spat the words out, as if they were venomous. Sure, it was their mom's fault, but it wasn't like Liz ever actually said no to them. Not like she couldn't refuse the tickets for the ONE thing Megan wanted more than anything. Not like Megan couldn't use a break from everyone telling her how below par she was, and how she should be more like her sister. Noooo, her sister got everything.

"I'm the one worried sick about dad, and you're the one mom loves more. Why can't she get sick? Ugh, and that woman wonders why I don't even want to go home during breaks. She never leaves me the fuck alone. Not like I have life so easy. No, I have to work for things. I have to actually put effort into my life. Not like I can just shit out an A+ essay. And for that, I'm second best."

She sneered and took a large gulp of the beer. "Besides, there are two tickets. Like you could ever get a date to go with you. You're gonna waste an awesome ticket on one of your lame ass friends, and visit museums the whole time. Do you even know how to enjoy things? Fucking waste, giving you the tickets. Bitch needs to stop favoring her child. Not like she hasn't done it our whole lives. Isn't college a good time to back the fuck off?"

 

[princesssexci]

Liz had been expecting this sort of reaction. However, Megan was totally wrong, she wasn't going to invite her friends, she wasn't selfish. She was going to give the other ticket to Megan, she had even played with the idea of giving both tickets to Megan, Spain wasn't exactly her dream vacation.

It had been the perfect plan... until she mentioned how easy Liz's life was." I do not shit out a's thank you very much. Do you know how incredibly hard it is to keep a 4.0 average. Yeah I don't sleep with every guy I meet, but that doesn't mean I don't know how to have fun!"

By now, Liz was standing up and glaring at her twin sister," You think my life is easy? Really?! You couldn't live one day in my shoes. I mean it doesn't take a scientist to know how to fuck the first hot guy who offers."

 

[oreocookie]

Megan began laughing, very loudly. "Yeh, OK, 'cause that's all I do. I'm a whore. Think about it, 'Lizzie,'" she sneered. "I actually have a social status. I'm not just some pussy. Guys know me, they want me, and only some of them get me. You? You'd fuck up in an instant. Besides, you're still a virgin, aren't you?"

She knew that would hit home. "Like you'd be willing to give that up in an instant. It's painful, you know, the first time? 'Specially for prudes like you. Besides. The way you dress? Who was the last hot guy that offered? Hmm?" She snorted and took another gulp of her beer.

"You'd go crazy in my life in 10 minutes. Not even a day. You have no idea how social life works, sis. I don't only have my life to deal with, I have friends who don't know how to deal with their crazy exes, I have crazy exes who don't know how to deal with THEIR clingy new girlfriends, and I have a bratty little sister to defend."

That last part slipped. She'd managed to keep the things that were said about Elizabeth a secret for years. Even back in highschool. She's always defended her sister when someone would make fun of her. They knew she was way of limits. She didn't need Liz to know about what people said. "Or rather, a bratty little sister to deny," she said, hoping Liz would buy it.

 

[princesssexci]

Liz's fists clenched, she wasn't a virgin! Just cause she didn't sleep with every hot guy in the world did not mean she was a virgin! "I am not a virgin!" Liz snapped, "I may not be known as a sex goddess but I'm not a virgin. For your information, I had sex during out last year of highschool." She didn't go on to say that she hadn't had sex since because it had been painful. That would give Megan waaaay too much pleasure to know that she had partially been right.

For a minute Liz could've sworn Megan had said something about defending her, defending her from what? She was getting ready to ask but Megan quickly corrected herself. Liz rolled her eyes at Megan, "Excuse me, but who is the brat? Ever since I can remember if mom said you couldn't do something, you'd run to daddy." Liz couldn't believe she was having this conversation, "Forget it, I'm going to bed." She headed for her room, then paused "Oh by the way, I was going to give you the tickets because I knew how much you wanted them to begin with, but now I think I'll keep them...just to drive you nuts!"

With that, she slammed the door to her room and laid on her bed, tears falling down her cheeks. Sometimes, she really wished she had been only child because Megan's temper tantrums drove her crazy!

 

[oreocookie]

Megan took another mouthful of alcohol, rolling her eyes. "If that woman weren't such a fucking prick, I wouldn't have had to run to dad. Who, by the way," she knew she was talking loud enough for her sister to hear, but she raised her voice for the next few words. "Is dying, in case you hadn't fucking noticed." The words almost stuck in her throat, but she forced them out. Now was not the time to show weakness.

"Considering the fact that you've had your nose shoved in books for the past... entirety of your life, I doubt you did. I'm the one that loves him. I'm the one that should get his fucking tickets." She paused for another swallow. "You really think you could do my life? You really think that my life is so fucking easy? You fucking try it, you little priss. You fucking try it." She growled, finishing the bottle with ease.

"I'm going back for another beer. Don't get into any trouble." She snorted. Right. Liz getting into trouble? As if she even knew how to do that. "Besides," she called, right before exitting. "You're such a lightweight, you'd die of alcohol poisoning after one hour in my life." And then she left, heading back to the party, needing to feel the buzz, to get her out of her head.

 

[princesssexci]

Liz shook her head, perhaps she should have waited until morning to tell Megan about the tickets. Honestly, that girl was psycho when she drank. She honestly thought her life was easier then Liz's that was idiotic. After all, it couldn't have been that hard to find a few guys to have sex with. It was alot easier than her life.

Elizabeth's life consisted of writing for the college paper, essays, studying non stop because that was what their parents expected from her at the very least. Yeah, she hated that her mom played favorites with her and Liz. She had always expressed that she was 'so proud of Liz for being the smart twin, the one who was going to make it someday'

Liz even remembered one time during their last year of highschool, after Megan had somehow managed to screw up her college interview Liz had come back dressed as Megan and apologized to Mr. Drake whom was their principal now.

And Megan's life was easier?

"We'll see about that." Liz said, suddenly getting an idea.

 

[Twilight10]

Brett Halliday walked down the corridor of the Stevens Hall dormitory, knocking on doors. He was promoting a gig for the punk rock band Rapture, of which he was the lead guitarist. Many people were down the hall at a party, which provided a chance to catch many at once. Those who were in their rooms tended to be too studious or shy to want to come to a rock show, but it was worth a shot.

At 5'9", 185 pounds, with a slender but not scrawny build and shaggy black hair, Brett knew he was attractive, and he also knew how to use that attractiveness. He was not vain, but he understood that good looks could help to sell a band as much as good voices, especially to the college demographic, so he was grateful to be blessed with deep blue eyes that girls seemed to love and a body without an ounce of extra fat. He also knew just when to shave in order to leave stubble prevalent on his face. His clothes, too, were chosen with great care; ironically, the faded jeans and music t-shirts were designed to look extremely casual, but studiously so. Sometimes it seemed to Brett that he spent as much time on his appearance than he did on his music, which didn't particularly thrill him. He would much rather be playing guitar than preening himself like a yuppie.

But here he was, trying to use his magnetic smile and hypnotic eyes to attract as many of his fellow students to the gig as possible. He passed out flyers to almost everyone in the hall. This left only one room left, potentially the most challenging: the room of Elizabeth Wakefield, one of the most intelligent girls on campus. She was quite pretty too, Brett thought, but she didn't seem to know it. Always too busy with her head stuck in a book. Should I even bother knocking? he wondered. It's not like this girl would ever leave her precious homework to come to a rock show.

He knocked anyway, however, and the lingering silence told him that she was either out of her room (unlikely) or studying so hard that she couldn't pull herself away (more likely). Finally she answered the door, and although he was never intimidated by intelligence, Brett found himself stammering as he spoke: "Uh, hi Elizabeth...you may have seen me around? I'm Brett...Brett Halliday?" Why was he phrasing everything as a question? What the hell was wrong with him?

"We're having a rock show tomorrow night, down at the Bronze." He handed her the flyer. "I just wondered if you might like to come."

 

[oreocookie]

Megan grabbed two beers, grabbing a guy by the collar and pulling him in for a kiss, in the process. "You and I have to get together again," she whispered, before walking off, winking at him over her shoulder. She headed back to the room. And someone was standing at the door. A hot someone. A someone she didn't know. A someone she'd like to. A someone talking to her prissy sister. Yeh, like that was going to get him anywhere.

She cut in. "Hey, sexy," she said, flashing him a toothy smile. "You don't want to talk to that buzzkill," she glanced down, noticing his flyer. "Especially if your trying to get her out of the room." She laughed, a laugh that she knew Liz would recognize. One that, to only Liz's ears, was cruel, as Megan always used it after saying something nasty and knowing about her sister.

"Now, I," she said, reaching out to touch his bicep flirtatiously. "Would love to go. And maybe congratulate you after the show?" She winked at him and giggled. "Oh wow," she said. "Nice muscles."

Flirting was her thing. And this was a guy that she didn't have to be subtle with. Besides, her sister needed to see how it was done.

 

[Twilight10]

So it was true. Elizabeth Wakefield really did have a twin sister, and she was just as much of a flirt as Brett had heard. From the sound of it, she may even be as much of a slut as he had heard, but he'd (probably) have to wait until later to find out.

"I'd love to see you before, during, and after the show," Brett said with a lopsided grin. "The muscles come from playing guitar so much, although I enjoy all kinds of...physical activities." Something about this girl made him a lot less subtle than he usually was.

Megan was obviously gorgeous, and she dressed in a way to show off her body much more than her sister, but there was something about her tone that made Brett uncomfortable. There was a cruelty behind her words. For a brief moment, he almost found himself pitying Elizabeth. With that in mind, he looked past Megan, towards Elizabeth. "Would you like to come too? The more the merrier. It might do you some good to give yourself a mental health break from all the studying."

 

[princesssexci]

Liz wiped the tears from her face at the sound of the door knocking. If it was her sister, that meant she had forgotten her key and once again Liz would come to the rescue. She didn't want Megan to see that she was crying, that was the last thing she needed. She stood and walked to the door, opening it up. She stared at the guy, "Oh, yeah you're in my music class, right? If your looking for Megan, she went to the party down the hall..."

"We're having a rock show tomorrow night, down at the Bronze."

She looked at the flyer, tempted to go, tempted to show her sister that she knew how to have fun. She opened her mouth to respond, but unfortunately, her sister had returned and pulled the attention back on her. Like with everything she did. Liz rolled her eyes at her twin's antics then she glared at Megan.

"You don't want to talk to that buzzkill," she glanced down, noticing his flyer. "Especially if your trying to get her out of the room."

That bitch, that was so not true!

"Huh? Oh, no. Um... got lots of studying to do." She was sooo lame, but there was no competing with Megan, especially if her weapon was going to be sex and that was always her weapon of choice. "Um, good lu--erm, break a leg!" Liz laughed nervously, trying to force back tears.

Why couldn't Megan stay at her stupid party?

 

[Twilight10]

"Um, good lu--erm, break a leg!"

Brett found it strange to be pitying someone who was so obviously beautiful and intelligent, but pity Elizabeth he did. She was so socially awkward that he was embarassed for her. He wanted to ask her what she thought she had to be afraid of.

He walked out with Megan, flirting casually with the girl, wondering whether he might be able to get her to put out tonight. Her breasts, her ass, her legs and hips and eyes and curves...they had the same effect on Brett that they had on most men: they all made his cock stiffen in his pants. If the rumors he heard about her were true, he would have no trouble making a move right now. But best to play it cool.

After walking with Megan, Brett found himself thinking more and more of Liz. He said to Megan, "Head on back to the party without me, okay? I gotta do something real quick."

With that, he darted away, leaving Megan looking confused. He ran up the stairs and back down the hall towards Elizabeth's room. He knocked again. When she answered, he said, "Hey, you know, um...well...you didn't really seem...yourself when you were around your sister a few minutes ago. I was...well, I got the feeling you wanted to say things but were maybe embarassed? Or something?"

God, he felt like an idiot. Like this gorgeous, brilliant girl really needed a guitarist to take pity on her.

 

[oreocookie]

She was, indeed, utterly confused. She stood there, feeling like a total idiot, as he ran away. Wow. Yeh, her life was so easy. She'd just completely failed to get in this guy's pants. Liz had no idea what she was talking about. She sneered, and, as she hadn't been heading to the party, turned for her room. She heard his voice float down the hall and stopped dead in her tracks. Wow. That was... what the fuck was wrong with him? She turned and headed back down the stairs, stopping in the stair well. She pressed her back against the wall and slid down until her ass reached the ground.

She sighed and looked around. What was she even doing? Could her sister possibly be right? No. No way. Liz had things way easier. She didn't have a sister to compete with. Everything that Megan had, Liz had. But Megan didn't have everything Liz had. Sure, they were identical, but Liz had intelligence, she had drive... She was going somewhere with her life. Megan was voted most likely to become a playboy bunny. They weren't even on the same level.

And now, the one thing she'd thought she had over her sister, seemed to be slipping through her grasp. This hot guy seemed to be choosing her awkward geeky twin, over her, wanting and willing to put out. It made no sense.

There were two ways to go about this. Either she went back up to their floor, and pushed that guy up against the wall, showing him what he was missing, or she forgot about him, as he obviously didn't deserve what she had to offer. She pondered these options as she sat there on the floor.

 

[princesssexci]

Liz watched the two walk off and sighed. She was angry, angry and upset. Mainly, because she had at least a music class with Brett, had a slight crush on him, but never had the confidence to actually say anything and her sister was stealing the show, again. She had her chance, she could've easily gone to the rock concert with them, just to prove to Megan how wrong she was, because...she was wrong! Liz knew how to have fun. She would prove it too. Liz sat down at her desk and flipped through her cellphone, finding Dillon's number. He was in a few of her classes and they had agreed to be study partners.

She could...invite him for a drink or something. Go to a movie? Yeah, that'd be fun and Brett had been right she did need a break from the books. She was almost finished with her essay anyways. She got ready to dial Dillon's number when someone knocked on the door, again.

Liz wanted to scream, 'You'll find Megan at the party down the hall, room ab69.' but sighed, set her phone down and answered. Her crystal blue eyes widened at the sight of Brett, again. She was shocked that Megan wasn't right beside him.

"Hey, you know, um...well...you didn't really seem...yourself when you were around your sister a few minutes ago. I was...well, I got the feeling you wanted to say things but were maybe embarassed? Or something?"

Liz blushed, had it really been that obvious? Normally, Liz had complete control over her emotions, strived to never show them. She had to learn this technique around her sister because her sister was like...an open book and loved making a spectical whenever she knew Liz was upset with herself.

"No, I mean...everything's fine." Liz said, "I really did want to go but...ya know I have this essay due in history class."

Liz may have been upset with Megan but one thing she knew better than to do, steal a date from her sister. Since Brett had obviously told Megan to go on without her, Liz didn't think Megan would be in such a good mood. She couldn't even believe the words that left her lips, "Y-you.." she hesitated, closing her eyes trying to force the words out of her mouth even though she didn't want to. "You should go back to the party, though. Megan hates to be...kept waiting."

 

[Twilight10]

Brett stared at Elizabeth, a bit entranced by her big eyes, but her words surprised him. "You should go back to the party, though. Megan hates to be...kept waiting."

Maybe she just wasn't interested? That was certainly a possibility. Brett wasn't vain enough to assume every girl had a crush on him. But still...there was something off about this entire situation.

"Well, I'm not here for Megan," Brett found himself saying. What the hell was he doing? He could probably be sinking his cock into Megan's wet pussy right now, if he played his cards right, or at least into her mouth - God knew, from the stories he had heard, that she had sucked just about every other dick on campus. So why wasn't he? Why wasn't he off with Megan instead of here talking to someone who so clearly wasn't interested?

"It just...well, you struck me as someone who didn't really care what other people thought," Brett went on. "But whenever I see you around your sister, you always seem to do whatever she says."

He took one step farther into the room, inching closer to Elizabeth. "If I'm wrong here, just let me know and I'll stop bothering you. I just hate to see you doing - or not doing - anything because you think it will upset your sister." Brett smiled, doing his best to make his lopsided, casual grin work for him. "Besides, she's kind of a bitch, isn't she?"

 

[princesssexci]

Liz blinked in confusion. No guy had ever actually come to her and Megan’s dorm room and said he wasn’t there for Megan. Normally they mistook her for Megan or realized she wasn’t Megan…mainly due to the types of clothes she wore compared to Megan and automatically knew she wasn’t Megan. She blushed, looking away for a second, “I kinda figured that, since ya know…Megan’s at the party and for some odd, very odd reason you’re here and not…succeeding in getting in her pants. She probably would’ve fucked you, ya know?” Liz was directly avoiding the topic of her being embarrassed about something.

Liz thought it was best to let him know just what he was missing out on at the moment, by just standing there with Liz instead of being at the party with Megan. “I don’t care what people think about me. If I did, I’d probably be at the party right now, too. I’m just..not much of a party girl I guess and Megan isn’t a bitch. Some people mistake her direct and bold attitudes for being a bitch. She isn’t though, she…has her sweet moments.”

Though, Liz hadn’t actually seen Megan be sweet towards her since they were kids, so that was debatable, at least…when it came to her. “I really don’t feel like going to a party though and you’re promoting your band so I—I don’t want keep you from that.”

Damn it, why in the hell couldn’t she be a bit more brave like her twin. Why did she always have to be a damn stick in the mud. Maybe, Megan was right. Maybe her life was a heluva a lot easier then Megans, but if that were the case she wouldn’t still be talking to Brett, right? Right.

In fact, she could totally prove her point by..inviting him in. Just as he looked like he was about to leave, “Or…” Liz started, “or you can come inside. No studying while you’re here. I promise.”

 

[RPerMan]

Éric walked down the poorly lit hall silently, only stopping to congratulate another one of the football players on the latest victory, 48-7, or flirt with the couple girls asking him about, considering his wounded knee keeping him off the football field, all the spare time he had without practice. He got a lot of comments that it could’ve been 55-0 were he on the field and took them with a smile, almost as big a smile as when the girls handed him three phone numbers and promised him “a very special treat”.

He could understand both of those things as he was one of the fastest, hard-hitting linebackers of the league, with the highest number of interceptions. As for the girls, it was common knowledge, or rather a popular, truth founded rumor, which depicted that his prowess in the bedroom was not only about his impressive size and endurance. What’s more he was a sexy guy. Chiseled and powerful, yet lean and sinuous muscles covered his body, with a thin waist and broad shoulders. His black, short hair fit his square, perfect jaw and white smile to a T, and his brown, unfathomable eyes were a treat for the ladies, along with his almond skin and plump lips.

He followed the pounding beat of the party up ahead, more than ready to get drunk off his ass and to get lucky- After all, if he was hung-over from a party tonight, he’d be fine to train on his own tomorrow, and get some fun with those three other girls on Sunday. It seemed his life was all about sports and ladies, who were always willing to sleep with him, either to boost their social status, or just have the night of their life, but few realized he was from Québec and had to keep his grades high and sharp to keep his scholarship.

When he was about to enter the party, he noticed Megan, the Megan at the end of the hall. He walked up to her, sitting down next to her, flashing his usual charming smile. “Hey Megan… What’s a fine piece of ass like yours doing sitting here?” He asked, bringing on hand onto her thigh. “What about we go hit the party? I’d love to share a drink with you…”

 

[Twilight10]

Brett

"Or you can come inside. No studying while you’re here. I promise.”

Well, that was a good start. Brett walked into Liz's dorm. It looked about as he expected, which was to say formal and rather dull. No photo montages around the mirror, no posters, nothing non-school related laying about.

"I'm sorry if I insulted your sister," Brett said. "I didn't mean to offend you or anything. She just seems a little...controlling when you're around. Like she's always trying to spite you. But that's just me." Feeling like he was digging himself into a hole, he quickly added: "Do you have anything to drink? I don't mean alcohol, by the way...you probably don't have any of that here." He felt like an idiot saying that. It probably sounded insulting.

Brett sat down on Liz's bed, since the only other furniture was a swivel desk chair and that seemed a bit too formal. He wanted to remain casual. "Do you, uh, want to sit?" Again, he felt like an idiot, asking her to sit on her own bed.

"So Liz," he began, still feeling awkward. "If you don't like to drink and party like your sister, what do you like to do? Do you have hobbies? I mean, you must enjoy things other than school, right?"

 

[oreocookie]

Eric was one of the few hot guys Megan knew, that she hadn't fucked yet. There were a few reasons for this. One of which was reputation. Neither of them needed the boost. Guys that Megan screwed... They tended to end up high up in many girls' "Must do" list. Despite what he sister believed, Megan wasn't the kind of girl that'd do just anyone. She had to pick each person out for very specific reasons. She had a process. Other women knew that, and followed her lead. A guy that Megan did would definitely boost another gal's reputation. Eric didn't need Megan for that to happen. He had women after him left and right. Fucking him would be like her following the crowd. And she didn't do that. At least, not without prompting.

Sure, she often considered having sex with him. He was hot, he knew how to fuck, and he lasted, if the rumors were true. He'd make for a very fun night. Maybe even a repeat or two, rare for Megan. Besides... the two made good friends. Harmless flirting happened constantly. Why mess that up with one night?

There was another reason. Megan actually considered him a possible... well... boyfriend. She wasn't the type to settle down, but Eric gave her second thoughts about the way she lived. It seemed as if he was the male version of him. At least, the way she pictured herself as a male. Hot, athletic, popular... She bit her lip as he slid down next to her. "Hey sexy," she replied, grinning, forcing the feelings she'd been experiencing deep down.

"My hot ass?" She cocked her head and shot him a half grin, raising an eyebrow. "You seen that thing you've got? I'm not an ass fan, but yours make me reconsider." She laughed and handed him one of the beers sitting next to her. She grabbed the other for herself and clinked, winking and laughing. "I'm getting tired of the lame parties people are throwing. I swear they used to be better..."

 

[princesssexci]

As Brett walked in, he apologized for what he said about her sister, well sort of apologized. At least, Liz assumed it was an attempt at an apology. “Yeah, I mean..I guess she is a bit controlling but she is older by like one minute, so I guess that’s expected.” The way Brett acted around her was..cute. Almost like he didn’t want to say something stupid because it might piss her off or something.

“I have alcohol.” Liz blushed, “I mean..I..personally don’t have alcohol, my sister does. She likes to drink…a lot” SHUT UP! She told herself, “not that she’s a drunk.” This was a lot harder than Megan made it seem. No, no it wasn’t it was just flirting right? Right. She had flirted with guys before.

“Um..I’m just gonna go get us a drink.” Unsure of if he wanted alcohol or a soda, she grabbed four cans.” She grabbed two beers and two sodas coca cola. “I wasn’t sure what you wanted so I got both.”
She took a seat on her bed, next to him setting the drinks on her dresser.

Silence followed but Brett broke the silent, thank god.

"So Liz," he began, still feeling awkward. "If you don't like to drink and party like your sister, what do you like to do? Do you have hobbies? I mean, you must enjoy things other than school, right?"

Wow, did she really have that kind of reputation? The girl who didn’t enjoy anything but school. “Yeah, I like to go to movies. As for hobbies, I enjoy music.” She gave a little laugh, “When I was in highschool, I used to tell my friends that I was going to be a singer or song writer one day." Liz offered Brett the choice of a beer or coca cola," What about you?”

 

[Twilight10]

When Liz offered him the choice of beer or soda, Brett was actually very torn. On the one hand, he didn't particularly like beer. He drank it to fit in and because it was expected for a lead guitarist, but he hated the taste. On the other hand, he figured Liz might drink whatever he drank, and this poor girl could really use a beer, he figured. He had no intentions of getting her drunk, but it wouldn't hurt to loosen her up.

The decision finally made, he asked for a beer. When she sat next to him, he felt once again like an adolescent boy. It was funny; being around Megan hadn't been the least bit stressful. It was always easy being around her. But Liz was different. He admired so much about her that he was actually a little surprised when he realized his cock was hard.

"I'm into all kinds of stuff," he said in response to her question. Time to impress her, he thought. Or at least try to. "I like movies too, especially classics. Obviously I love music, everything from classical to punk. I love old books, philosophy, Greek literature and plays - especially Socrates and Plato. I collect first edition books, although I didn't cart them with me to college - they were all worth too much."

Much of what he just said was bullshit, although he really did like to read. The whole line about first editions was BS, but he thought his line about leaving them at home was pretty convincing. Was this enough, he wondered, to soften Elizabeth Wakefield and make her open up to him?

He scooted next to her a little closer, their bodies now touching. "One thing I have found, though," he said softly, "is that even though words and books are amazing, there is no substitution for just living life as much as you can. Books can never replicate real feelings - love, hate, heartbreak, joy, pain...pleasure."

 

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"You seen that thing you've got? I'm not an ass fan, but yours make me reconsider."

"Aw... Thanks babe. I'm touched!" He said on a semi sacastic, semi flirty tone of fake surprise, as he brought his hand to his chest, over his heart, his muscles straining against his tight, half un-buttoned (as to see his chiseled abs and pecs,) shirt, a simple golden necklace representing a "Fleur De Lys" shining against the background, the background being his almond skin and black shirt, of course. He accepted her beer happily, though he still missed the Canadian drinks he usually drank. He took a long sip before turning to her and answering her question. He flashed his usual, charming smile before he did so, though charming was a weak word- He had used it a thousand times when buying a hottie's drinks, and always inclined them to "Thank him nicely" rather than just flirt harmlessly with him.

"I dunno. I can enjoy any party as long as I can see you with a shorter skirt than this," He said with a smirk, playing with th edge of her ridiculously short skirt, "It's no punishment to see that rak of yours in motion either..." He whispered into her ear, his warm breath somehow filled with a light cherry scent, rather than that of beer, though with a little thought, anyone could imagine him making out with two or three girls that all had cherry scented lipstick.

"Maybe we should throw a party sometime," he suggested, his almost unnoticeable french accent pulling on the "T" sound of party, if just enough to sound charming. "I have the feeling you and me could throw something... Interesting." He said, that last word not venturing out of his usual tone, yet filled with lust, power and raw sexual desire. His hand left her thigh and went and curled around her waist. He slid one hand through the air, as if moving away a curtain that was stopping her from seeing something amazing on the wall. Probably some sort of sex scene, considering the realtion they had going on.

"Anyways, it's always better than here. What about we go together. If you can't enjoy it, even with me around, we'll come back here and enjoy each other. Can we work that out baby?" He asked confidently, his usual, devilish smile splitting through his lips as he asked.

 

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A large part of Megan wanted nothing more than to give him her classic "come and get me" smile, whisper something in his ear that'd make him hard in an instant, and let her teeth play with his earlobe. A very large part of her. But another part of her wanted to prove to Lix how easy her life was. How much harder it was to say no than to say yes.

But that smile... Even she, Megan Wakefield, went weak in the knees for that smile. He'd be a good fuck, too. A very good one. She let her mind wander away with the things that might occur between the two of them, the ways he'd fill her, the constant noises... And he wanted her, too. It was so obvious in his oh so sexy voice.

She leaned in, making up her mind. It wasn't like Liz had guys like Eric going after her. Megan would have liked to see Liz turn him down. Between his beautiful figure, his "fuck me" grin, his deep brown eyes and his amazing prowess... He was a god, plain and simple.

"As long as you promise we'll have some fun at some point," she whispered in his ear, letting her teeth scrape lightly at his earlobe. She pressed against his chest to push herself up and flashed him her signature "if you want it, it's yours" smile.