I Don't Wanna Dance;; | OPEN

[RYLAN HANNAH MARCH]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, border-radius: 1em; -moz-border-radius: 1em; background-image:url(http://i56.tinypic.com/2wom9du.png), width: 400px; height: 400px;] You hit me with a brake, and now you're back ... for more. Your song's the same, leave me with all the blame. I don't have time for another game. I don't wanna dance, so don't you ask me, babe. I don't wanna dance, you blew your chance! To rock my night away. I want some fun... She lay on her bed, half-asleep and not wanting to get up. But it was almost noon, and her first class of the day started in two hours, and she had things to do before then. Pulling her pillow over her head, she groaned at the sound of her alarm going off for the tenth time since it first started at eleven. Sighing, she reached over for her phone, fumbling a bit but finally grabbing it and turning off the loud noise. Throwing her pillow to one side, she sat up and stretched her arms, then put her feet on the floor. She was wearing a pair of shorts and an oversized hoodie, the hood pulled over her messy hair. It wasn’t pretty… Going to the bathroom, she started a shower. Once she was clean and feeling a lot more awake, she pulled on a pair of jeans, a tank top, and grabbed a cleaner hoodie. It was gray with her double backs on it, one of her favorite hoodies to wear. After socks and shoes, Rylan grabbed her messenger bag and made sure it had everything in it she’d need that day. Once confirmed, she headed out of her room and down to the kitchen, setting her bag down and going over to raid the fridge. She was hungry, as was the case every time she woke up late, and craving something with sugar in it. She decided on cereal and went to sit at the table once she had a bowl full of frosted flakes. Usually, Rylan wasn’t awake this later, but she hadn’t been able to sleep the night before, and had finally gotten a few precious hours of sleep in the morning. Luckily, she had later classes that day, or she’d have been in trouble for being absent. Sure, she was a rather odd girl, but Rylan did care about being here for her classes, most especially now that she was into her major. Skipping English 101? Sure, whatever. But skipping out on Art History? No way. She needed that class, bad. This wasn’t really something she advertised, though, liking to put on a façade of ‘I don’t care’ in front of her friends. Only people super close to her knew the truth. Most of her motivation was to prove her mother wrong – the stupid woman didn’t think Rylan would graduate college, no matter the degree, and so of course Rylan had to show her that she could. But art was her passion, even more than protesting against animal cruelty (though that was pretty darn important, too). It was quiet in the house, and she glanced around, wondering where everyone was. Wait, classes, duh, she told herself, crunching down the sugary goodness of her cereal. But usually her sisters were in and out of the place… Oh, well. Someone would be around at some point, and Rylan did have some time to kill before her class. She also had some reading to do, but that wasn’t happening. Her brain wasn’t up to it… Good thing she knew the teacher didn’t quiz on that stuff. Another lucky break for her today. She grabbed the box of cereal and poured another bowl, finding herself super hungry. As she sat and chowed down, she pulled out her sketch book and a pencil, and began doodling, one of her most favorites of past times. How did she always find herself eating alone? © melly welly from caution 2.0 | LYRICS ARE I DON’T WANNA DANCE BY HEY MONDAY OUTFIT: N/A | 572 WORDS | NOTES: Woo, breakfast for lunch!

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[NOAH BENNETT GOLDSTEIN]

where ever to get away from me oh but that one night was more than just right i didn't leave you cause i was all through i was overwhelmed and frankly scared and hell because i really fell for you - - - *

[scrolly:h(200),w(400),sy]Noah stirred from his unconscious state, that moment caught between being asleep and awake. For a split second, it almost felt like he was floating, but then of course reality crashed down around him. There was the faint noise coming from outside, the light from the window seeming as bright as a thousand suns and causing him to shut his eyes even tighter. The tick of the clock made him cringe, the small insignificant noise suddenly blaring in his ears. His back was aching and another dull pain could be felt in his head. Surprisingly enough, this was not the first time the junior had woken up on the floor of a stranger's room with a horrid hangover. Not even the second. It was a terrible habit of his, getting drunk, following some girl home only to make out then pass out and/or vomit. That's usually how things ended up. His alcohol tolerance was pathetic, but it didn't stop Noah from throwing back the shots with everyone else.

Memory from the night prior was foggy, and having his brain feel like it was going to implode certainly didn't help matters any. It took the boy a few minutes to deduce where he was - at the Theta house. It wasn't a completely unfamiliar place to him, he had ended up here enough times before. The girls were a bunch of weidos, but being a Kappa, he was hardly one to talk.

Who ever he had come back with, Noah honestly didn't remember if they had exchanged names or not, must have headed out to class for the morning. Technically that's where he should have been too. Skipping was not a foreign idea for the junior, not at all. Juding by the time on the clock it was too late to make it to his math class anyways. He sure wasn't missing sitting through the boring lectures and equations, that would only make his head pound worse than it already was.

Stiffly rising to his feet, he stumbled to the door and down the stairs, trying to find his way around slightly unfamiliar territory. It was quiet, too quiet. He was used to the constant roar of activity at all hours of the day back at his own house. Someone always seemed to be around, but the Theta's place was practically a ghost town. Of course, Noah had spoken too soon, for as soon as he rounded the corner he made out a figure in the kitchen. He vaguely recognized the girl, someone Wynne was familiar with maybe, but didn't feel like putting the thought in to come up with a name. His stomach growled when seeing the kitchen and the idea of food, even though he felt pretty sick and damn awful, it was habit to eat. Pulling at stunt like this at any other sorority? Forget about it. But the place was empty anyways, it was only the Thetas he was talking about. They were more... casual, right? Oh well, she would just have to deal with it.

"Morning," Noah greeted rather sarcastically, a fake smile spreading over his features as he plopped down at the table next to the girl, grabbing the cereal. This was incredibly awkward, even for him, but he was going to pretend this was nothing out of the ordinary and maybe she wouldn't confront him about it. Probably not the best strategy... but whatever. It was too late to turn back now, and in this state, the junior couldn't care less. He was more concentrated on getting rid of his headache than being worried about what some sorority sister would think of him. It might even be amusing to see her reaction.[/scrolly]

words; plenty tags; lilly with rylan :3 notes; awkward breakfast award, and hope you don't mind me joining!

[RYLAN HANNAH MARCH]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, border-radius: 1em; -moz-border-radius: 1em; background-image:url(http://i56.tinypic.com/2wom9du.png), width: 400px; height: 400px;] You hit me with a brake, and now you're back ... for more. Your song's the same, leave me with all the blame. I don't have time for another game. I don't wanna dance, so don't you ask me, babe. I don't wanna dance, you blew your chance! To rock my night away. I want some fun... Rylan was not the kind of person who handled boredom easily. As she sat and ate her cereal, she doodled in her sketch book, her hand moving over the page in blind and random patterns, creating something that was like chaos. Squiggles and cirlces mingled with squares, darker shadows with the blank white of the page. Really, to an untrained eye, it was just nothing. But to her, it was artwork, and most importantly, it was mind clearing and stress relieving kind of artwork. She’d gotten the top part of the page covered when she heard someone coming down the stairs. At first, she ignored it, thinking it was one of her sisters, but then the person came into the kitchen and sat next to her. Looking up, Ry saw that it was most definitely not one of her sisters. Actually, she thought she knew this guy… Swallowing the bite of cereal that had been in her mouth, she gave him a nod in acknowledgment. “Morning,” she said, then returned to her doodling. The awkwardness practically oozed out of the walls. But then she placed him. “Noah, right?” she asked, pointing her spoon at him. “You’re… one of Wynne’s brothers.” Nodding to affirm this to herself, she turned back to her cereal and sketching. Yes, it was still a bit awkward, but now at least she had a name for the face. Rylan had most likely seen him over at the Kappa house before, as she spent enough time there to know a few people in the frat. Scooping up more from her bowl, she ate it quietly, putting her pencil down for a moment. Obviously there was only one reason that he was here… He’s hooked up with one of her sisters, not uncommon between Theta’s and Kappa’s, and now it was the morning after, and – oh joy! – she was the only one in the house. How this had happened, she had no idea. Apparently lunch time was prime time to go out today. Rylan clearly hadn’t gotten that memo, but she didn’t really care. Chewing her food thoughtfully, she glanced over at him again, her eyes wary. She didn’t care who he’d slept with… In fact, she’d seen guys come and go often in this house and was totally used to it. But what she kind of was curious about was why he hadn’t left earlier. Either he’d been so drunk and passed out, dead to the world, or maybe he just was weird. Okay, so that kind of described most of the Kappa’s, but still… “Got classes today?” she asked casually, pouring herself more cereal. She was hungry, and honestly, Rylan could care less if he thought she was a pig. She usually tried to run a little every week, but otherwise just didn’t care. She ate what she wanted, and usually when she wanted. Flattering? No. But at least she never starved herself. © melly welly from caution 2.0 | LYRICS ARE I DON’T WANNA DANCE BY HEY MONDAY OUTFIT: N/A | 487 WORDS | NOTES: Not at all! Awkward, woot!

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