`` stop this song . denim

[jordyn jaschek]

Someone stop this song, so I won't sing



Your lovesick melody is gonna get the best of me tonight

<sub>Jordyn slammed her lap top shut furiously, her eyes and nose stinging. She blinked quickly, trying to fight against the tears that were already beginning to spill from their barriers. She couldn't think straight. Her heart felt like it was screaming. SHE wanted to be screaming. Shoving herself back from the desk, she flung herself to her closet grabbing the first hoodie and pair of shoes her hands touched. Throwing on the gray plaid hoodie, and her old worn Converse, she rushed out of her room, the back of her hand wiping underneath her nose where tears had began to flood. Grabbing her car keys and her cell, she ran out the door. She kept her sobs as silent as possible, for it was midnight and everyone was probably asleep. She tried her best to gain back her composure while she waited for the elevator.

As she headed in, she stared up at the ceiling of the elevator, willing the tears to go away. She knew it wasn't going to happen though. Her heart ached too much. After what felt like eternity, the elevator finally reached her destination level, and she raced out, running to her black Mustang. Hopping in, she jammed the key in the ignition, started it up, and peeled out of the parking lot. Silent sobs shook her body as she sped onto the streets, not even caring about going the speed limit, which she was going well over 30 mph over either way. Tears spilled down her cheeks, blurring her vision and frustrating her more. She didn't know where she was going, and frankly, she didn't give a fuck.

How could he? How could HE of all fucking people bring that up? Sure no one else knew, but how dare him? No one but Chain and Jordyn knew about the rape. And up until about 5 minutes ago, no one but Jordyn had known about the pregnancy and abortion. She shouldn't have told him about it. She should have just taken it to her grave. It's not like he needed to know about that. It had just come spilling out before she could have stopped it. And it wasn't exactly her fault. They hadn't said a WORD about it since it had happened, what, 3 years ago? This was the first time that they had ever talked about it. And it hadn't exactly gone or came about the way Jordyn had hoped. But whatever, it was done.

However, Jordyn couldn't block the images that had fled back into her mind, breaking through a vault that she had fought so hard to build over those few years. She had tried so hard to forget, and now here they all were again, poisoning her memory once more. Her cries were no longer silent as she was pulled back three years ago to the scene she had wished so long and hard to stop replaying in her mind. But she couldn't make it go away.

4 lads hoarded around her, their clothes torn and ragged, the stench of garbage and weeks, months, if not years of not having showered polluting the air around her. She had tried to fight them off, but she was just one small girl, against 4 brutal, big guys. She had never been a screamer. She wasn't about to start then either. And the screams never came until the guys were tearing off her clothes, strangling her, beating her, and raping her repeatedly. What had she ever done to deserve such cruelty? For saving a boy's life? For helping him survive? What the fuck had she done for God to hate her so much?

She would be left with that nightmare for the rest of her life, but it seemed God wasn't done with her yet. He wanted to deepen her humility. He wanted to gain even more amusement from her misery. He wanted to leave an even bigger reminder. And then came the morning sickness.

The loud sound of someone slamming on their horn snapped her back to the present for a moment as she ran a red light, causing an almost collision. THe tears continued to stream down her face. God what was she doing? She was going to end up killing herself. But perhaps that's what she deserved. A life for a life, no? More cries escaped her. Her body was trembling uncontrollably, and she knew she needed to get off the road. Taking the next turn off, she found herself pulling into the parking lot of Bridge's park. Shutting the car off, she leaned forward, placing her forehead on the steering wheel. Finally she just let go.

THe tears came freely, and the sobs broke through, as she finally began bawling as all the memories came flooding back. The pain, the heartache, the betrayal, the guilt. After everything she had done to help Chain, that was how she got repaid? And got pregnant on top of it? There was no way in hell she could keep that child that had been growing inside of her. She would only be able to look at in hatred, a constant reminder of the humility and pain she had gone through. The day her heart fell to pieces. And it wasn't like she could just go and tell anyone what happened. So she did what any scared. 16 year old girl would do. She had an abortion. She had killed an innocent child, never allowing it to have a chance in the world. She was no better than the men that had raped her. She had killed an innocent, helpless, living thing. And she regretted it every day.

Her arms wrapped around her stomach, hugging herself tightly, rocking herself slightly as her cries continued in anguish. She just wanted the pain to go away. For the memories to disappear, but there they remained. A few minutes later she had finally gained a bit of self control. She leaned back into the driver's seat, staring out through the windshield. Why had she even gotten so riled up in the first place? If that who Chain wanted to date, why did it even matter to her? It's not like she had feelings for him anymore, right? Sure she had every right to be pissed and upset for him bringing the rape up, but really, why had she blown up in the first place?

She ran a hand through her hair, taking in a deep breath. Her body had finally stopped trembling. Rubbing her cheeks to rid them of their moisture before the cld drying, Jordyn leaned over, shuffling through her purse for a tissue and a mirror. Finding both, she continued to take deep soothing breaths, as she fixed her rather crazy make-up. When she finished she threw the stuff back into her bag, and leaned back again, closing her eyes. Opening the car door, she stepped out into the crisp, cool night air, and took in a deep breath of the fresh air. Shutting and locking the car door, she began making her way onto the paths. Hopefully a walk would clear her head.

She continued down the paths for quite some ways until she came across a figure draped across one of the benches. She paused, biting her lip. Should she continue forward? What if it was some homeless guy? ANd she didn't exactly have the best history with homeless guys.... She sighed and slowly continued forward. He was alseep, after all... Maybe she could just sneak past him... She continued closer and closer, until she realized who the bum was. Rolling her eyes and shaking her head in relief, a small smile played on her lips as she moved toward the bench. Leave it to her best friend to be out on a bench in the middle of a park, sleeping like some bum on the streets.

Sitting down on the arm on the bench, she reached out, lightly playing with his hair. "Denim, wake up you idiot," She said gently, a bit of laughter playing on her voice. What a dork....</sub>

But you won't get to me if I don't sing

well looky here mister Denim
i am currently finished
a picture’s worth a thousand words, but mine’s 1339,
taken here at the park
in my latest style of as described, black tube top, black mini skirt, lime green and black checkered stud belt, her black Converse, and a gray plaid hoodie
and Stop This Song by Paramore playing on the airwaves
oh, and one last thing; haha so sad
end credits; MINE

[denim mathers]

SAY IT AINT SO I WONT LET GO,
turn the lights off , carry me home

"Denim, wake up you idiot,"

It didnt take long for Denim to gain consciousness, and at the first moment of sensing someone else's presence Denim was wide awake. It was obvious by the way his eyes looked half the time that the boy was a fairly light as a feather sleeper. Light rings around his precious face showed the lack of sleep he got from constantly waking up. It might have been a nightmare for some people , never really being able to fall asleep at night. Though Denim never found it a problem or at least he never minded. The sunshine never seemed as real as the night and the people who made it so dark. Those countless nights doing things average people wouldn't dare think of doing and living to see the day after. That was what Denim had lived for.

Not those tense and awkward moments waking up after.

Feeling a deja vu rush come upon him all Denim could do was groan inwardly in a mental manner. His body tensed as he felt the light touch to his head and the soft female voice calling his name. His eyes stayed stubbornly closed as if he would never wake up from his slumber. His once serene face turned into that of one who would have a twisted nightmare. Which honestly wouldn't be as far from the truth as people would think. Usually teenage boys, especially Denim's age would give anything to wake up to beautiful girls left and right. But Denim wasn't like those silly little teenage boys.

Simply because he wasn't supposed to be one of those sixteen year old high school kids who still had curfews and parents with a home to run back to. The Denim Mathers the media has plastered all over billboards and magazines was nineteen soon to be twenty in a good two months. Blessed with a pretty face and alluring charm he's known to already have nameless ladies in his bed every night. His parents are long out of the picture and the only homes he has learned to know this past year aren't his own. He was one of Revolution Record's most loved faces , and he knew that for a fact.

He wouldn't rake in as much cash as he did if he weren't as desirable as these shallow bitches [ and sometimes manwhores ] knew him to be. Modeling was one thing sitting pretty, but Denim found another way to make a living. If people knew that Denim was a sixteen year old prostitute they would frown and tell him it was a horrible thing to do. In truth Denim knew he got into shit that he wasn't supposed to. He knew at sixteen he wasn't even supposed to know about half the things he knew. But when people don't know your own age and you miraculously pair it off with some peter pan ignorance you could go pretty far in life.

And that's exactly what Denim had made sure of. Making it sure as hell he made it as far away as he could leaving that god forgotten place in Ireland. That rural town that promised nothing and the abandoned farm that his father left behind that never made it through was all dead and decayed. His mother was a good as gone the moment she ran away and that bastard of a step dad never showed a living heart to Denim. He had never looked back that night he ran away, and as far as he knew he never was going to. He concerned himself with what he wanted to.

And at that moment all he cared about was what girl was in bed with him. Or rather , thought to be in bed with him.

'Just what bitch am I waking up to tonight...' the boy wondered quietly a bit confused. He was currently lying there his long lanky figure draped across the cold surface the park's benches were known for at night. He shifted his weight a little bit before opening his eyes. But with his eyes opened groggily to a blurry sight he had felt a nasty headache come on. " Fuck me" Denim groaned quietly with a wince as his tall frame fell over the bench and onto the grassy ground face first.

His body lay limp for a while amongst the grass until the boy finally rolled over, his eyes opening slowly as he got over the sudden headache. Staring at the starry lit sky above him he cursed softly to himself. Denim Mathers was in London, England now. He was in London, England lying in Bridges Park trying to get over the after effects of whatever substances he used with whatshername, mr. manwhore , and Lolablahblahblah during that dreaded party.

Finally pushing himself up into a sitting position he held his head while he recalled the earlier events of tonight. Remembering he was at a usual casting call party he soon sighed in regret. Some party that was Denim scoffed quietly resting his head in his arms. No matter how fancy it came off to some, once you got past all the 'beautiful' people in the room [ especially considering the fact that you're one of them ] all there was was just a bunch of boring old people. Knowing Denim he and some other models tried to have their luck at some fun.

Drugs, sex, and alcohol.

With that introduced Denim thought things were going to light up. But the exciting night that he was supposedly was supposed to have turned out to be a disappointing bore. Those models, though probably a good three or four years older than him failed his expectations. When Denim went hard, he went hard.

And Denim soon found out that those pretty models knew nothing with their dinky little pills, and the lightweight barely alcoholic drinks. As far as he was concerned the sex was the only thing he could think of that would make his night. A foursome with people who admittedly had sexy bodies.

Which turned out to be one of the worst and sloppy experiences he's ever had. Rolling his eyes, he figured that they were lucky enough to get in free with him. His fucking cougar clients that were twenty years older than him did better. Remembering last, it was so uneventful and boring that he didn't even bother looking for his shirt. He ducked out shirtless, and Bridges park was the only place that appealed at the time.

Finally remembering the chick who woke him up, he turned his head wincing once more at the slight pain in his head. A sly smile crept onto his face as his vision finally became clear. "No really fuck me" Denim finally said with a laugh and a wink as he laid back down onto the grass, his eyes returning to gaze at the starry sky. " I had to go through the worse party ever... the sex was just ew. " Denim sighed as if he were talking about something innocent and simple like a bad horror movie or something of that nature.

Miss Jordyn Jasheck.

With her maybe his night wouldn't be a total waste after all. Unlike the many people that came in and out of his life, there were very few he cared about staying. Jordyn was one of the few who despite everything was there for him. She was Denim's kind of best friend. He was a free spirit, he wasn't the type for clingy friends and he wasn't the type to be weighed down by serious relationships. She knew that and let him have his space, which was all he could ask for.

That and she fucked really well. That's always a plus for Denim.

"Didn't anyone tell you not to touch bums while they're sleeping?" Denim taunted his irish accent seeming to echo throughout the park. Minding natural sound effects he smiled quietly to himself.

Denim Mathers was here to stay, whether London was ready for it or not.

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finished . 1407 words . all the small things by blink 182 ; fer rizzle
SURPRISES LETS ME KNOW SHE CARES

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[jordyn jaschek]

Someone stop this song, so I won't sing



Your lovesick melody is gonna get the best of me tonight

<sub>Jordyn gave a sigh, lifting a hand and running it lightly through her hair as the familiar mound slowly began to come to life. SHe ran her fingers under her eyes once more, to get the last of the moisture and any black smudges from her make-up that might have appeared, and rubbed her cheeks slightly. She hated the crackling feeling tears left upon her cheeks. Well, technically she hated crying in the first place, but still. She bit the side of her lip, brining up a foot to rest on the seat of the bench. Leaning forward, she placed an elbow upon her knee, before resting her chin in the palm of her hand, her eyes watching him contently, waiting patiently for her best friend to wake up.

Her blue eyes widened as she noticed him roll over, and begin to fall toward the ground. She reached out to grab him, but it was too late. All she could do was wince, as the lad made impact with the ground. She raised a brow, watching Denim for a moment, waiting for any type of movement. It wasn't that long of a fall so she doubted he was hurt. Then again he did take the fall in the face so that might be a little sore.. She tilted her head, seeing him finally roll over. She gave a laugh. "Graceful as ever," She teased lightly, giving a small smile. Man she missed him. Perhaps he was just what she needed right now. Her little Peter Pan to come flying in and save her.

Shaking her head with a smile, she climbed down to the grass, laying on her stomach next to him. She looked down into his eyes, amusement dancing in her own as she listened to his familiar voice. She gave a smirk. "Been there, done that. What could possibly make you think I'd want to do it again?" She joked playfully. Who would have thought that Jordyn of all people would have a fuck buddy, 1, who's her best friend, and 2, who's a 16 year old. The world was so backwards anymore. Sure it was only a 2 year difference, that didn't bug her. But no one would ever expect that out of little Jordyn. She was like a little angel or something in people's eyes, one that could do no wrong. Boy were they wrong. She seemed to be doing a lot of crap lately.

"Hahah how terrible," She mused, rolling her eyes jokingly. "I think I'd gladly trade my night for a bad party and shitty sex," She half joked, half meant. She loved Denim. Not like, loved loved, but he really was one of her best friends. He was her escape from everything. It was nice, she could say anything to him, and he wouldn't push for details, he wouldn't make her tell the whole story, and make her dwell on it like everyone else did. He'd listen if she wanted to talk about it, but he really didn't care if she said anything or not. And Jordyn never felt like talking about it anyways, so it was a win win for both of them.

"Naw, they must've missed that in the Passing Half-naked Bums in the Park manual," She replied back with a playful wink. She gave a laugh and shook her head, glancing down to the dark grass below her. Her delicate fingers ran over the think blades, slowly beginning to pick absentmindedly at them. She couldn't help the smile that had spread over her face. Only Denim would escape a huge party of the glamorous and come and sleep like a homeless guy in the middle of the city park. There had to be something wrong with this kid. But aw well. She still loved him. It was what made him different from the rest, with his whole, care-free look on life.

Giving a rather content sigh, she rolled over lightly, resting her head lightly upon his warm chest. A single blade of grass was still present in between her index and thumb, her eyes examining it absent-mindedly, a playful smirk on her lips. "So how many were there this time? Two? Three?" She joked once more, a small laugh playing of her delicate lips. She turned her head slightly, angling it up to look up at Denim, awaiting his response with a teasing grin.</sub>

But you won't get to me if I don't sing

well looky here mister Denim
i am currently finished
a picture’s worth a thousand words, but mine’s 729 -fail-,
taken here at the park
in my latest style of as described, black tube top, black mini skirt, lime green and black checkered stud belt, her black Converse, and a gray plaid hoodie
and Stop This Song by Paramore playing on the airwaves
oh, and one last thing; wahhhh sry it took so long T.T
end credits; MINE