let's shake it up ``Cor/Spence

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"Ugh, fuck it, I don't even care..." Chain bunched up one of his shirts and threw it to the side, sticking with his Party Till You Puke shirt, pulling it on and bunching up his other shirt before tossing it onto the floor across the room. He grabbed a pair of regular skinny jeans, pulling them on and finding that they were ripped in his right knee, and then decided that he didn't really care. He paired all that with some worn-out Vans, and he was ready.

He grabbed his car keys and walked out of his bedroom door, pausing when he saw an ever-so tempting bottle of liquor... But, however, he put that willpower of his to work and ignored it, instead walking into the bathroom to straighten his hair. He finished fairly quickly, shut off the lights, and picked his way towards the front door.

"Oi, Spenc, come on. I'm the designated driver tonight, so we're taking my car." He pulled the door open and stepped out, muttering as if some sort of after thought, "For once..." He climed into his car and started it, reaching over to his glovebox and shutting the damn thing, having to bang it in place twice. Whenever Spencer climbed in, he put the car into drive and pulled out, saying, "I need to pick up Corelynn. Two things; one, we're avoiding her brothers, and two, you're going to have to chill in the back. Unless, you know, you want to drive while we get busy in the back seat?" He smirked as he pulled onto the highway, figuring that Spencer wasn't very much going to like that.

He pulled up into the driveway to Corelynn's house, grabbing his keys and climbing out, leaning down and motioning for Spencer to take the back seat. "I don't care which one you would have chosen, you're in the back. Go." He straightened, turning towards her house and walking up to the front door, ringing the doorbell. He leaned casually against the door frame, pulling out his phone and checking the time: 9:50 pm. Studio Valbonne opened at ten, but he didn't want to be there right as it did; he wanted some people to be there when they were, so it was all good.

The door opened and he glanced up, pushing his phone into his pocket. Mattie Parker answered the door, and did nothing but glare at him as he straightened - so much for avoiding the brothers.

"Hey, can you ask C-"

"She'll be down in a minute, since I'm assuming she already knows you were coming." And with that, he shut the door. Ah, so her and her brothers were still angry at her? He waited on the porch for a moment, leaning this time against one of the columns on their porch. It was a pretty nice house, he had to admit.

A moment later, the door opened, and he started, thinking that it was Cor, but it was Mattie, this time on his way out. He was dressed up semi-nice, and was in the process of putting a fedora on as he walked past, acting as if Chain wasn't even there. Chain watched him for a moment, then shrugged, leaning against the column once more while waiting for Cor.

When she finally came out, he walked up to her and embraced her, pulling her into a kiss. "I've set a goal for myself; tonight, I refuse to get drunk or high... At least until I drop you off... Unless you want to stay the night at my house?" He grinned mischeviously at her, then walked out of the house and down the steps to his car again, adding, "I told Spence to get his ass into the back seat, let's see if he actually listened..." he grinned, and soon they were off, headed for the hottest night club in London. The only thing he was worried about were people fucking with him or Spencer, or Corelynn since she was dating him... Some people were just plain ridiculous.

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TAGGED Corelynnnnn /Spencer
OUTFIT this shirt: click here, along with some regular skinny jeans that are ripped in the right knee, and some worn out vans. ;D
CREDIT BY HEY BAYBAY !? AT CAUTION !
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[spencer anderson]

SHE CAN'T BEHAVE AND I'M JUST A SLAVE
DONT WORRY I'LL BE GONE WHEN THE MORNING COMES

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Spencer was busy doing nothing. Sprawled out on the old couch watching 'COPS', yeah, surprisingly he wasn't high nor watching 'Life with Lions', but hey, he can have his "normal" days, right? He watched Chain move around the house... which meant he was probably going to be dragged somewhere, hopefully it was to a club or something. Man, they really need to get out more often, all they really do is get high and watch TV. Fun.

Jumping off the couch he followed his friend out the door, apparently he was right about the club thing which made Spencer all the more happier. Grabbing the car door's handle he tugged, plopping into the leather seat. When Chain told him to get in the back his eyes began to widen, "Free porn?!" He wasn't serious. That would just be awkward. His face scrunched up as he began to think about watching him fuck Corelynn, "..ugh, never mind, I'm good in the back. No offense, but... I just don't want to watch you two fuck right now." It's not like they haven't screwed girls together before, but for some reason, it wasn't the same thing.

Agreeing to Chain's order he climbed in the back, watching as he strolled up to the huge house. Damn, that house was huge. It wasn't like Spencer and Chain couldn't afford a house like this... they just didn't need it? Their house was perfect how it was, even thought it was a pile of shit. Literally. He was finally going out clubbing, hopefully going to meet up with some hot chicks. Or maybe there would be dancers. A smirk grew threw his lips as he imagined Chain and him and those sexy pole dancers... Oh wait, no, the thought shattered as he remembered Corelynn. It wasn't like he didn't like her, because oh boy, he did, it was just that... they couldn't do the same stuff together. Oh well... he was happy if Chain was... sorta.

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She pushed herself away from the computer, watching video clips of all her favorite TV shows while holding Lee. Woah, she totally forgot she was going clubbing with Chain. Hopefully she brought Spencer, it would give them a good night out even if Mattie wasn't thrilled about it at all. She didn't see what the big deal was, she was 19 she could do what she wanted... even though she had a fake ID she was a little nervous to see if she would make it in alright, she's done it before with Mel... so there should be no problems.

Leaping off the swivel chair she walked over to Lee, her snake's, aquarium. "There you go, baby" She cooed while gently placing her in the cage, taking the box of grass hoppers that was placed next to it. Dumping the box of insects into the glass aquarium she shut it. All her childhood she's loved all the "creepy" things, well creepy to other girls. Like rats, mice, and snakes. Once she even had a tarantula, but sadly had to give away since it was found in Mattie's bed. Ah, good times. She missed those good times, now it was only tension between the two... She hoped that Mattie would forgive her... one day.

Opening the closet door she looked through her large selection of clothes. Picking out a black and white tank top, black skinny jeans, and her high top Nike's. "I haven't worn these things in forever..." Talking to herself, frowning at the neglected shoes. Putting on all the things she grabbed a tan hat from her rack. Grabbing her cell phone then leaving the room, making sure there was a little light for Lee. As she made her way down the stairs a knock hit the door, assuming it was Chain. Before she could open it, Mattie did. "Thanks Mattie, I don't know if I'll come back home.. might stay over at his house." She grabbed his arm before kissing his cheek. She didn't have to be immature and mad at him.

Greeted by Chain with a kiss they walked toward the car, a huge grin spread across her face when he mentioned not drinking. Then he had to ruin it by saying he might when he drops her off, still smiling she playfully punched his arm. Chuckling about the Spencer comment she pushed herself in the front seat. "Hey Spencer." She turned to look back at him, his head leaning against the window. He looked thrilled. "...Is he okay?" Her head turned back to Chain.

His head popped up when he noticed they were talking about him, "Ohhh, yeah I'm fine!" Spencer said a little too loud, rolling down the window and sticking his head out, panting like a dog, which wasn't such a good idea. "EWWWW!" He... squealed quickly pulling his head back into the bug safe car. "FUCK, I seriously think I just swallowed a fucking bug!" Rolling the window up a tad he began to clear his throat. One thing Spencer hated most, being told no and bugs. They just were not his thing.

They arrived to the club, Spencer all excited, got out first not even paying attention to the guy that he hit with the car door. Hearing the guy moan on the ground beside him he looked down, first not realizing anything, then when his slow mind finally processed what he did he kneeled by the poor guy "You know, it's not smart to lie on the ground. It's dirty." Winking he looked at Chain and Corelynn then pointed at the club, making sure the car was parked by the parking guy or whatever they were called.

TAGGING: Chain.
WHERE: the cluuub.
WORD COUNT: 962
WEARING: In picture with ball splitting tight black skinny jeans. (like he usually wears)
CREDIT: Me.
NOTES: Fuck I love Spencer < 3

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He watched Mattie depart, followed closely by Cor. On the way to the car, he noticed her kind of quieten when he said that he was going to wait until he got home, and he nudged her with his elbow, saying, "Oi, come on. I was just kidding." He grinned at her and opened the door for her, a skip in his step as he headed back to his side; he was going on a date, he was sober, everyone was happy, and... All was good.

He glanced back at Spencer when she did, giving him an odd look. "Actually, I'm not... Sure..." He stared for a minute, then shrugged, turning to face the front again. By the time they reached the highway, Spencer was being odd again. He turned around quickly, only to see him with head hanging out of the window like some kind of dog. Another quick glance found him choking on a bug.

"Actually, it wouldn't surprise me if he told me he'd found a new drug." In undertone, he added, "Something to make him happy for once..." He smiled over at Corelynn, chuckling a little before shaking his head and pressing on the gas pedal a little bit more and cranking up the radio, so that some rather nice screaming came on.

When they arrived, Chain, of course, pulled out his keys and stuck them in his pocket, locking the doors before heading over to Cass's side. He doubled over partway when he saw Spence knock the guy onto the ground, and began laughing; at his comment to the man, however, he couldn't help but bust out laughing. "I swear to god, man," he began, slinging his arm around Cor's shoulders. "Drugs have permanently fried your brain."

He walked up to the club, standing casually as he flashed his ID; if Cor's didn't pass, she'd still be able to get in, but he'd have to buy her drinks if she wanted any. He was staying true to his promise, and refusing to touch a drink, or, if he did, it would be something that would in no way get him drunk.

He opened the doors, and was met with a pouding bass that vibrated through his whole bodies, a bouncer that hardly gave them a second look, and a mass of people holding drinks and grinding up against everyone and anyone.

Oh, how he loved clubs.

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TAGGED Corelynnnnn /Spencer
OUTFIT this shirt: click here, along with some regular skinny jeans that are ripped in the right knee, and some worn out vans. ;D
CREDIT BY HEY BAYBAY !? AT CAUTION !
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Ahh, this day couldn't be going anymore smoothly. He was happy, with his best friend and his girlfriend, at a club surrounded by hot chicks. And there was the alcohol, oh sweet, sweet, alcohol. And man was there a shit load of it here. Smiling to himself as he walked into the club, his eyes wandering to spot anything that was... attractive. The bar. Taking Chain by the shoulders and shaking him, "Fuck man! Look at that thing!" Moving toward the bar, trying not push anyone, and if he didn't... he wouldn't really care, it was a club and beer was the only thing on his mind at this moment. "Well hello there" Leaning on the counter wrapped with neon lights he examined the bartender who was only wearing a bikini top and short shorts. Winking he asked for a drink. Before you knew it they were so totally flirting. To be honest, this probably one of the best days he's had in a long time. He was sober and everyone was happy, a care free day. Something he really needed, you know? Something everyone needs once in awhile.

Corelynn's eyes wandered as she tried to see if she knew anyone, she always tended to know at least one person at the clubs she goes to. Not seeing anyone her attention snapped back to Chain, her hand around his waist and his around her shoulders. She felt amazing, he was actually sober along with Spencer. It was like a gift or something, she didn't know what she did right to deserve this, but whatever she did she was glad she did it. Leading them to the other part of the bar she ordered a Pink Flamingo, one of her favorite drinks that she would make. Yeah... she drank a lot, not overly drank, but she did like her malibu rum and vodka. But honestly, she's never met a nineteen year old that doesn't drink. Everyone does it. Leaning on the side of the counter, tilting her head to the side to look at Chain. "You know Chain," Setting her drink down she moved closer, cupping his face into her hand. "I'm seriously really proud of you." Kissing his cheek.

She got the sudden urge to pee, after telling Chain she'll be right back, she picked her way through all the people, trying to find her way to the bathroom, as she walked she took a glance behind. The guys Spencer hit with the door seemed to be following her, not wanting to look stupid, but a little shocked she clutched her hand bag tighter and quickened her pace. Finally making her way to the bathroom she darted in, not knowing what he was doing or why the hell he was following her. Walking out of the stall she washed her hands and fixed her make up that really didn't need to be fixed. Opening the door a bit she peered out, making sure that creepy guy wasn't anywhere to be seen.

As she walked back to Chain she was stopped, at first she couldn't see by who until her eyesight changed with the lighting. "Hey babe, where you goin?" Giving him the bitchiest look she could she answered, "To my boyfriend. Now can you please move, I don't want to deal with you." ...He.. he looked amused. It was kind of creeping her out, he moved closer, trying to move back she bumped into another guy that seemed to be his friend. "Oh come on, darlin', don't be like that." He took his hand and cupped her face, pulling away she looked for Chain anxiously, not being able to see him she started to panic a bit. "Fuck you." She said before trying to move quickly back to Chain. "Now we're talking, in the bathroom?" Her face turned from bitchy to a little scared. He was going way to far, grabbing her arm and spinning her to look back at him "Let's go, baby." She, she paniced, not know what else to do... Spitting in his face he let go, quickly moving back to Chain, her hands shaking hard. "C-chain... these... these guys we-"

Before even finishing her sentence the fucker had his massive hand around her small arm, "Hey, nobody tells me no" She started to shake more as the pain in her arm grew, apparently he had more then one friend, she looked at Chain then back at the man, she didn't know what to do... All the thoughts of Matt rushing back into her mind.

TAGGING: Chain.
STATUS: doneeeee
WHERE: i wanna fuck you in this cluuub.
WORD COUNT: 758
WEARING: In picture with ball splitting tight black skinny jeans. (like he usually wears)
CREDIT: Me.
NOTES: Fuck I love Spencer < 3

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Chain followed Cor to the bar, leaning back-first against it and crossing his arms over his chest, smirking at people that passed; some pointed, others looked intimidated, others still were disdained... It was somewhat entertaining to go out in public when he was in an "I-don't-give-a-fuck" kind of mood.

He turned his head towards Cor as she spoke to him, her new drink set aside. "Good to know I didn't fuck something up this time." He grinned, and, when she went to kiss his cheek, he turned his head, stopping her from leaving and kissing her a little bit more passionately, grinning before leaning back against the bar again.

He relaxed there, letting his head loll back so he could more easily ignore any looks shot his way. When he turned his head forward ago, he met the glares and disapproving stares with a wide, cocky grin that made most of them get iffed and leave. He turned his head towards the bathroom after a moment, looking to see if Cor had gotten out, and saw the guys approaching her. He leaned forward a little, getting a better look, then, without looking, reached over and lightly slapped Spenc on the arm with the back of his hand. "Hey, meet me in the parking lot. I get the feeling those guy are looking for a fight." Without another word, he set off; whether those guys were looking for a fight or not, they were getting one.

He walked up to the guy who was holding onto Cor, grabbing him by his shoulder and spinning hm around. The guy let go of her in surprise, and Chain, angrier than he'd thought he ever could have been, kneed the guy right in the balls (he didn't even care if it was a cheap shot, he was messing with his girlfriend) and then slammed the guy's face in his knee, dropping him. Chain grabbed Corelynn's and lead her quickly yet calmly through the crowd, coming out into their near-empty area of the parking lot and went straight for his car.

"Cor, go get in the car, lock the doors." he said, voice ferging on scary... Heck, it kinda was, but he tried to soften it for her; he was beyond angry. He was to the point of shaking; how dare they even think of raping his girlfriend! He could tell what was on their mind, he knew what was going to happen. He wasn't about to sit by and let another girlfriend of his get raped. He popped his knuckles, flexed his fingers.

When the guys came out, he held his hands out to either side. "Come on, tough guys; you think you can fuck with my girlfriend?"

One of the guys laughed. "What're you and your friend go to do? There's five of us!" The guy scoffed, but everyone set in motion for the fight; Chain himself was tense beyond belief.

"You know, we might have been able to take you with a little difficulty before, but now, I'm seriously pissed. You chose the wrong girlfriend to fuck with." The other guys laughed, not even attempting to circle Chain like most unfair fighters did. This meant that they were either amaetures, or they had something up their sleeve. Either way, Chain was going to fight. One of the guys made a move, and Chain bolted forward.

The guy in the front reached inside of his jacket, and began to pull out something Chain knew wasn't good. He skidded to a stop, hitting the ground and sliding forward a little, turned with his hands over his head as the guy fired the gun. A bullet ricocheted off the ground less than a foot from where his head ended, and he lifted his head in surprise, turning back onto his back. Shit, this wasn't good.

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OUTFIT this shirt: click here, along with some regular skinny jeans that are ripped in the right knee, and some worn out vans. ;D
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[spencer anderson]

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DONT WORRY I'LL BE GONE WHEN THE MORNING COMES

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"Mmm, you know, you're really hot." The bartender leaned against the counter, which made her cleavage show even more. Spencer gave a nervous laugh as his eyes traveled to her... boobs. God, it made him realize that he hadn't gotten any really good action in awhile... well, except when Chain and him are high or something, but they didn't talk about that. He watched as Star, the bartender's 'name', took out a lemon and some vodka, setting the vodka and lemon down she took out this odd shaped glass. "Let's play a game" She said with a sexy smirk which in turn made Spencer shift in the stool. Pouring the vodka in the glass, first she took a sip then handed it to him. At first he didn't know what she wanted him to do, so he just looked at it, guessing maybe she wanted him to take a sip, so he did. Handing the glass back to Star he watched her pick up the lemon, dip it in the vodka and.. woah wait, she... she rubbed it around her chest...? Spencer's brown eyes widened, what kind of game they were playing he didn't know... but he liked it. She leaned closer to him licking her lips. Did she... did she want him to lick the lemon juice off? Well, whatever, he leaned closer in, his tongue licking the lemon juice from her chest. She giggled which in return made chuckle, still a little nervous, a huge grin spread across his face.

A tap on the shoulder made him jump a little, chuckling for no reason he looked behind him, "Man, what's up? I'm in the middle of something..." He pointed his glass over to star who was helping another drunken man. His eyes widened as he talked about some kind of fight, well, that did it. He watched as Chain left and Star approached him, "Excuse me for one moment" Nodding his head he spun off the stool, a little dizzy but okay. Stopping in the middle of club he watched as Chain beat up some guy and from what it looked like this wasn't just any random fight. A little shocked he watched as they left the club, picking himself through all the people he followed. "Dude, what's up? Did somethin' happen?"

Turning back to the club these guys start piling out, he didn't know what was going on... but it looked like a hell of a fight was going to happen. Standing by Chain he watched as he talked to the guys, his voice was definitely unpleasant, something he hasn't heard come outa him in awhile. "Woah, woah, woah..." His face went to shocked to... confused. "What happened?" Before Chain could even answer this guy was pulling something out of his jacket, it just had to be a gun. Spencer started backing up, damn, this meant something really bad must have happened or they were just pretty drunk. It was probably both. He fell on his back onto the unforgiving rocks as the bullet flew, "Holy shit!" The words spit out of his mouth when his body hit the grown.

The guy approached closer, making Spencer jump to his feet, from the looks of it, this wasn't going to end pretty well. He lunged forward, grabbing the gun man's wrist with one hand while the other grabbed the gun. Holding the gun steadily in his hand he knocked the guy in the head with it, leaving the gun's label imprinted on the dude's temple. Shit, that could've killed him, but that's not what Spencer was thinking about. He was busy looking at the other guys and helping Chain.

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After Chain told her to get her ass into the car she ran full speed to it, almost tripping a couple times. She didn't know what was going to happen or if Chain and Spencer were okay, she had to sit in that car and listen and try to see, but it was getting darker and darker by the minute. Pulling herself into the passenger seat, which let her have a good view, she locked the doors. At first all she could see was them possibly talking or something... but then... this guy pulls out a gun, at first she couldn't see because the dust from the rocks flew everywhere, her heart stopped, it was like she was going to throw up or pass out, whatever it was, she felt horrible. A yelp escaped her lips, a hand covering her both, the sound of the gun shot repeating its self over and over again.

Trying to collect herself she flew her hands to the door's handle, trying to open it through panic. Finally getting out the door she ran, her heel must have caught on something because she tripped. Corelynn sat there for a moment seeing what happened, her pants were all bloody at the knee but that was the last of her worries, running closer and closer it felt like she was only getting farther and farther away. "Chain! Chain!" She repeated, it felt like her voice was being blocked from the world and no one could hear her. She saw Spencer take the gun which made her a little more worried since it would be pissing the other guys off, watching him wack the jerk up side the head made her heart sink. At least he was getting what he deserved. Only a few feet away from Chain and Spencer the gun went off again, she didn't completely realize what was happening.

Her body uncontrolled dropped to the ground, making her knee injury even worse. She looked over at her arm which was bleeding nonstop, tilting her head as much as she could to try to find Chain, her eye sight was blurring from the shock and pain. She could only hear faint voices, but nothing more.

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Spencer's head turned as he heard Corelynn's screaming for Chain, it almost was depressing to hear, it was something he's never actually heard before. He didn't know how it happened, but it did, the gun went off again... He couldn't move, couldn't breath, couldn't speak. Nothing. His eyes followed Corelynn's body as it hit the rocks, it made Spencer's stomach flip and melt. Nothing was worse than seeing your friend fall. His head started to shake as he babbled out no's, this couldn't be happening, etc.

Did he seriously just shoot his best friend's girl friend?! No... no... The sound of metal hit the ground as he dropped the gun. He still couldn't move, his eyes were fixed on Corelynn. He turned his head a bit to see if those fags who started this shit where still here, of course they weren't... The next thing he knew he was being tackled by the bouncers, hand cuffed and what not. Did he really just shoot... just shoot Corelynn? He watched as the ER arrived, picking up Corelynn and shoving her into the van. He felt like he wanted to puke... like he wanted to cry. The visions of his rape where rushing in and out of his mind. He didn't know what else to do, he looked at Chain and then down at his shoes, he felt so ashamed... so alone... what was going to happen to him? ...Corelynn wouldn't press charges... would she?

TAGGING: Chain.
STATUS: NOT done
WHERE: i wanna fuck you in this cluuub.
WORD COUNT: 1,232
WEARING: In picture with ball splitting tight black skinny jeans. (like he usually wears)
CREDIT: Me.
NOTES: aww... :/

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Spencer went for the guy with the gun, and Chain scrambled to his feet, taking advantage of the other guys' distraction and bolting for them. They were headed straight for Spenc and the other guy; not only was it an uneven a nd unfair fight to begin with, but the other guy had a gun, and now four other guys were going to rush to the rescue? No way; not while Chain was around.

He tackled one of the guys evenly from the side, actually knocking him onto his side. He landed on top of the guy, struggled with him for a moment, and pinned him down, grabbing a fistful of his hair and slamming it into the ground just as he got dragged off by the other guys. He dragged across the ground, feet sliding uselessly against the ground in an effort to get a footing...

When he heard Corelynn.

"Fuck," he muttered darkly, twisting around in the grasp of the guys in an attempt to get out of their hold and to Corelynn; all he managed was for them to grab at his shirt (one of his favorites, mind you) and yank it up to keep ahold of him. Finally, one of the guys kicked him in the stomach, and his knees buckled, after he'd just gotten his footing, but all he heard or noticed was Corelynn screaming his name. If she got into the brawl... He grabbed one guy's shirt, hauled himself up by it, and slammed his fist into the guy's face. He turned to face Corelynn, tried to run for her, was tripped, and, just as his sight left her...

The gun went off again. He lifted his head, and everything stopped; his heart literally skipped a beat as he watched her stumble forward, grasping her arm and falling over. Did Spencer just... Shoot her? The impossibility of it all shook him; he shouldn't have taken his eyes off of her, he couldn't have, it was his fault, he shouldn't have looked away, could have made her move, somehow...

He scrambled to his feet again and ran her way, Spencer's muttered denials ringing in his head, running faster than he probably ever had in his life. He tipped his feet forward, landing on the ground and skidding forward next to her, scooping her immediately into his arms and looking down at her. He held her gingerly, but almost tightly as well, looking down at her, almost afraid to blink. All but the two guys he and Spenc had knocked out were already running away, and even though he saw Spenc getting tackled to the ground out of the corner of his eye, he didn't do a thing. He was afraid that, somehow, if he looked away from Cor right then, something else would happen.

"Shh, shh, it's okay," he attempted to sooth, reaching into his pocket with shaking his hands. He was trembling so much he nearly dropped the phone; he didn't know where she'd gotten shot, he didn't know if she'd live, the only thing he knew was that she was hurt and it was his fault for not avoiding the fight and he just needed the fucking ambulence, why hadn't anyone called them? He tried to type out the numbers but kept messing them up, fingers fumbling and actually dropping the phone once or twice. He eventually gave up and threw the damned thing away, only for one of the bouncers to pick it up and dial 911; the whole time he cradeled Cor gently against him, rocking lightly and trying to tell her everything would be okay, when in all honesty he had no idea. He couldn't help but freak out. The ambulence arrived, they climbed in, and were off.

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TAGGED Corelynnnnn /Spencer
OUTFIT this shirt: click here, along with some regular skinny jeans that are ripped in the right knee, and some worn out vans. ;D
CREDIT BY HEY BAYBAY !? AT CAUTION !
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DONT WORRY I'LL BE GONE WHEN THE MORNING COMES

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DARLING WHAT IS GOING ON HONESTLY THAT NEVER
HAPPENED LYING IS YOUR FAVORITE PASSION

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When the cops arrived Chain and Corelynn where already off to the ER, Spencer prayed it wasn't bad... he didn't know how he could handle it. Pain struck is body like a brick wall, making his whole body shake in fear. What was going to happen to him? He couldn't go to jail... again. What about the band? Everything he's worked hard for? It was like everything that could go wrong was going wrong. Everything Spencer did was either wrong or not good enough, he was sick of it. Some nights, Spencer didn't even want to wake up. Just lay there, dead in his bed. But wished don't come true for him.

One of the cops guided him into the squad car, one hand placed on his head, the other holding the door. As soon as Spencer sat down the door was slammed shut. Spencer couldn't look at out the window or ahead, his eyes where fixed on his knees, trying to wake up from this awful nightmare. He didn't even fully understand what happened, the images that he could remember pushing themselves into his head.

The door opened, the cop that originally put him in motioned him to come out. "What happened?" He held a pen and notebook in his hands, his eyes piercing into Spencer's. He leaned against the car, his eyes searching into the sky. Wincing a bit as a drop of water hit his forehead. Oh come on, seriously? Rain? This was just perfect, like one of those sad gangster movies or whatever where someone dies and of course it just starts fucking raining. Tilting his head a bit so he could look at the cop, the words spitting out of his mouth so fast he wondered if the cop would even understand, "To be honest... Officer... I don't know. I mean, I remember these guys who had a gun, I tried to grab it after this dude fired it once... but then it went off again..." He trailed off, then described what he could see of the guys.

Thankfully the cop let him off with info from the bouncers and other people who watched this nightmare happen. The only thing he wanted to do was to see Corelynn. Spencer didn't even think of Chain, he was probably majorly pissed off even if it wasn't Spencer's fault that this happened. He felt horrible... like, you couldn't even explain it. The feeling was a cross between anger, guilt, and sadness. It was the same exact feeling he had after his mother raped him. Ugh, this fucking wasn't about him anymore, it was about Corelynn. But... the feeling was almost to intense to forget.

Despite the rain and slippery rocks, he ran to the car, only to remember Chain had the fucking keys. "WHAT THE FUCK?! What do you want me to fucking do?! HUH? Get someone else to fucking pick on!" He didn't even believe in a God, but like everyone else in this world, he needed someone to blame. His hands slammed on the hood of the car, hard enough to actually leave a dent. He needed something to hit, someone to hit. But he couldn't, that would only make things worse... even though this was probably the worst that could happen. Forgetting the car he ran, just ran as fast as he could to where he thought the hospital would be, almost falling once or twice. He could barely see from the fog and hard ran, the mud didn't help at all, but he was used to it. This is what he lived in for so many years.

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Spencer finally reached the hospital, wet as fuck, it was a surprise that they even let him in. Still shaking, drips of water falling off his clothes, leaving somewhat of a trail. "Uhm, can I help you?" Her eyes held a somewhat worried expression, but the awkward smile ruined it all. "Yeah... uh, Corelynn Parker? Is she here?" Ugh, he really wished she wasn't, that she was fine and the blood was from something else, or that this was just a huge joke and nothing was wrong. But something was wrong... everything with Spencer. His life was a huge shit hole and it was only going to get shittier. He needed a change... but honestly, he didn't know how to change. "Hmmm, let me check in our files for you." Another smile and she turned toward her computer, typing furiously. "Ahhh, yes she is. Let me give you a key and you can walk right in. Room 23, thank you." She handed him the key and turned back to her computer, once again typing like a maniac. He gave a sheepish smile and headed to the elevator.

He hated hospitals. Alway did, they were so... uninviting. You would think people would love them because they were 'safe' and 'clean', but no, people died here. It was not a safe place for your thoughts. Spencer gave a few weak nods as a hello to doctors or nurses that passed by, once passing by a very sick child, probably from cancer. It felt like his heart was just being ripped out of him, emotions he's never felt in a long time seeping through. And all he could do was turn away from the child. Spencer finally reached the room, his hand holding the card key tightly, pushing it into the slit. Slowly he opened the door, at first he couldn't see anyone, but as soon as he walked more inside he found Corelynn in the bed sleeping... and Chain... Chain sitting right by her. Spencer didn't even dare to look at him so instead he sat on a chair on the opposite side of Chain. All he could do was look at Corelynn, hoping the best of things, hoping she wasn't.... dying.

"Corelynn?" He said softly, seeing if maybe she would wake up, but she didn't. His eyes lingered to her arm that was bandaged up pretty well, only a few spots of blood seeped through. Part of her knee stuck out through the sheets, that too was bandaged. Probably from the fall. He couldn't take this... he just.. he had to say something. "I... I'm sorry" Finally he said something to Chain, probably the last thing... but who knew, maybe... just maybe Chain wouldn't be mad. Maybe he would understand?

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Her eyes fluttered open, she didn't know what hit her... or what happened or what was happened. When her eyes adjusted the first thing she looked at was Chain, her hand slowly moving to his face, cuffing it lightly in her palm, then moving down to his neck, then falling weakly to her side. "What... what happened?" She said crinkling her face, but wincing as she tried moving her other arm. "I'm s-sorry, Chain..." Everything was hitting her now, she remembered running to him, Spencer grabbing the gun, trying to hold it steadily in his hand... but it went off. And the only thing she remembered after that was the intense pain that took over her body, almost going numb.

Corelynn tilted her head a bit, trying to name her surroundings, it looked like an ambulence... did something happen to someone? Why was she here? She tried to sit up but the pain in her arm and knees where too strong, her own eyes began to examine her body. Blood was everywhere, but especially around her knees and shoulder, the source of the pain. It shocked her, how... how could this happen? Horrified, she looked back at her boyfriend who didn't look too great either. "Chain! How... where's Spe-, are you okay?" Her eyes became watery, blocking some of her vision, she tried her hardest not to break out crying. It wouldn't help anything and probably would make Chain feel horrible. That's the last thing she wanted to do.

But before she knew it, they were lugging her out of the van, putting her on a new stretcher and hauling her in. Her head was spinning, trying to find Chain who came rushing to her side. "Please... please don't leave me." They were in the hospital, rushing her into a room, but she was so weak... so tired, her eyes felt like they were being forced shut and soon she was in a deep sleep.

TAGGING: Chain.
STATUS: doneeeee
WHERE: the hospital.
WORD COUNT: 1397 - didn't think it would be this long, hahahaha.
WEARING: In picture with ball splitting tight black skinny jeans. (like he usually wears)
CREDIT: Me.
NOTES: awwwww D:

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