* there goes my life;

[trent zachritz]

that mistake he thought he made covers up the refrigerator-- *

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Sunday was probably Trent’s favorite day of the week. Not only did he not have to go to school, but he could see his daughter. That little girl seemed to brighten his day no matter what. If things were going down hill the night before, he could always count on Annie to make everything better. She didn’t even have to try. He remembered how he couldn’t see her for almost three weeks and how it killed him to not see that toothy grin and those chocolate brown eyes filled with wonder. Whenever Jenna was in one of her moods, she wouldn’t let Trent see Annie. It hurt more than the worst heart break in the world. In fact, Trent wasn’t even all that sure if he had ever experienced heart break. You had to be in love to experience that, didn’t you? He was sure he’d never been in love before.

He figured he was just like any other typical guy, searching for sex every time he got with a girl. Sure, Trent had been in a relationship before, but never the kind of committed relationship that most girls wanted. He’d always been more of a bed buddy, rather than a boyfriend. He had always wondered what kind of boyfriend or husband he would make. He fancied himself an absolutely terrific father, so he couldn’t be too terrible at being a boyfriend. After all, he already knew how to take care of girls. Well, really he only knew hot to take care of his little girl specifically, but to him, that was just fine.

He had decided that it was time to take Annie out to the playground. Trent hadn’t done that in the longest time, and he didn’t want her to get arthritis when she was older or anything, so he thought it would be good to get her out and about. He had the tiny girl balanced on his hip, her brunette ringlets falling to about her shoulders. The ringlets were bouncy and soft, mainly because her mother would put conditioner in her hair after washing it. Trent thought it was a waste of time because she would just get it dirty the next day anyway, so why waste time putting conditioner in a two-year-olds messy hair? It fathomed him, and it wasn’t like he was going to waste time putting conditioner in a baby’s hair.

Trent could hear Annie’s soft breathing from her having taken a nap. She would be awaking any minute now, and he would be happy to see the reaction on her face when she realized where she woke up. Not only was she going to be waking up in the park, she waking up in her daddy’s arms. Trent hadn’t gotten to see Annie this past Thursday, mainly because he was too hung over. He learned not to make that mistake because he definitely regretted it when Thursday evening came around and he wasn’t taking care of his precious cargo.

His arms tightened around Annie as he trudged through the mulch and over to the swing set. There was a particularly big swing that seemed to be for adults, and Trent took a seat on it, letting Annie slide down onto his lap. He placed his hands on her back, patting it in rhythm softly. It usually would sooth a child, the feeling of affection by touch. Trent never understood how a parent could abuse their child. Sure, he could get angry but he would never be able to hit his little girl. Annie was his princess; he would never want to lay a hand on her in that way.

With that being said, suddenly, Annie’s head popped up slowly. Trent watched her wipe the sleep from her eyes, then look up to see that her father was holding her. A grin spread across her face from ear to ear, and she clapped, before laying her head on her father’s chest. “Daddy!” Was all the girl seemed to be able to say. Annie was only two, after all. Trent really didn’t expect much more out of her. A small smile slowly made its way onto the male’s lips, and he held the bundle of joy close to his chest.

Trent had no idea what he was going to do when the girl grew up. He figured she would break quite a few hearts. She was going to be beautiful. Trent didn’t think he could handle the stress of raising a teenager. He figured he’d probably be one of those overprotective fathers with a gun by his front door for the first boy that broke her little heart. She was his angel, and he wasn’t going to let his angel fall from the sky just because a stupid boy broke her wings.

“Hello little miss,” He said with a chuckle, standing up and balancing Annie on his hip again. He set the tiny girl in a baby swing, buckling her in. “I missed you.” Trent whispered, with a small smile. He stroked Annie’s little cheek before planting a kiss on her nose. “Are you ready to swing?” He asked Annie, who’s smile began to grow when he mentioned the word swing. Trent could remember how Annie loved the swings so much. The first time he had discovered it was when he was sitting on his mother’s front porch swing in the summer time with her wrapped up in a little pink blanket, cradling her and letting her listen to the soft rain. The whole time the swing made the back and forth motion, Annie was beaming up at Trent. It was probably one of his favorite memories to this day. It just made him wonder how he would ever live with out her. Of course he knew if he had never fooled around with Jenna, then he probably wouldn’t have gotten to bring this happy little girl into the world. Some days he was happy he made a mistake, because this little mistake was the best thing in his world, point blank.

[tag] audrey (andi!) <3
[word count] 1,008
[status] complete
[lyric credit] there goes my life - kenny chesney.

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[audrey patton]

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Audrey was having a particularly lovely day. And, mind you, it was infrequently that she would use the term “lovely,” so she must have been having one hell of a day.

She had woken up late to find her house empty – just how she liked it. She had eaten cereal in the living room – which her mother would have hated, had she been home – and watched MTV Cribs. No one had gotten the mail for the past few days, so she went and got it, and was pleasantly surprised to find a new People inside. So she lounged on the couch for a bit after finishing her Lucky Charms and leafed through the magazine, skipping over the stupid articles, like the one about Susan Boyle and the one about Melissa Joan Hart losing weight; made a mild attempt at the crossword puzzle in the back, and wished for Vogue to arrive. Ah well.

Audrey had then considered wandering around the mall for a bit, but it was too nice a day to spend indoors. And if even a shopaholic like Audrey would admit that it was too nice out to go shopping, it must be damned nice out. So instead, she bought herself an ice cream cone – one scoop strawberry, one scoop vanilla, and chocolate sprinkles – and walked down the sidewalk towards the park. Hell, if Audrey was walking around the city and not driving, it had to be pretty nice outside.

Audrey licked the chocolate sprinkles off of the top scoop of her cone, which happened to be the strawberry scoop. Her newspaper print bag was slung casually over her shoulder as she walked into Highland Park, her sandals clicking pointedly with each step. They were a bit big on her, and not the sturdiest to walk in. But they were cute, and she had yet to have much trouble with them. The wind blew lightly, blowing loose red locks over her shoulder.

Walking along the cobbled path through the park, Audrey couldn’t help but notice the mass amounts of families. She dismissed it most of the time with a flippant or sarcastic remark, but sometimes seeing all those happy families bothered her. Sometimes she wanted to join one; other times she wanted to run through the park yelling profanities and make them all as anti-family as she was. She always wished that she had had a sister, so that she wouldn’t feel so completely alone in her household. But her parents weren’t competent to raise one child; try for two and some neighbor would probably call child protective services on their asses.

Not that she had had a particularly awful childhood. She had lived all over the world, learned a handful of different languages, and met some incredible people. She could curse vaguely in almost ten different languages and hold a semi-comprehensible conversation in at least five. She always got everything she wanted, more or less. Anything she could buy, at least. And she was always popular or well-liked. She really didn’t have much to complain about. But that wouldn’t stop her from complaining every now and again about her shit parents; they were her all-time favorite rant topic, if we are being totally honest.

As she looked around for a bench to sit on and enjoy her ice cream, Audrey did not notice how uneven the cobbled entrance was beneath her feet. That is, she wasn’t, until the toe of her sandal lodged itself between two stones. She was already halfway in the park, right near the playground where plenty of young kids were playing. But that did not halt the string of profanities she yelled impulsively as she stumbled forward, jutting out her elbows to cushion her fall.

“Holy flying fuck!”

[/color] she yelled as her elbows hit the hard uneven ground, her ice cream slipping from her death grip and landing strawberry-first onto the ground. She considered proclaiming “five second rule” and grabbing for the cone, but the thought of how dirty this place was bound to be scared her off of the thought. Now laying on the pavement – though she carefully crossed one ankle over the other once she hit ground to keep from mooning the whole park – Audrey disappointedly slumped her head onto crossed arms. “Fuck my life,”[/color] she groaned into her arms, red hair covering any part of her face that her freckled arms failed to protect.[/font][/size][/blockquote]

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TAG trent! (kimmie)
LYRICS bend and break by keane
OUTFIT seven hundred and thirty-four words.
OUTFIT clickie here
CHARACTER audrey jenna louise patton
NOTES shorttttt D=
CREDIT sophielizabeth of CAUTION 2.0.

[trent zachritz]

that mistake he thought he made covers up the refrigerator-- *

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Trent was so focused on making sure Annie was having the best time possible, he had barely noticed that a girl around his age had just toppled to the ground and let out a colorful line of curse words. His moved his eyes toward the girl, noticing the red hair. He didn’t know too many redheads, but he couldn’t remember her name exactly. He was hoping Annie hadn’t heard anything she said. If she had, Annie would probably pick up on it too. Trent didn’t necessarily mind his little girl cursing if she was a bit older, but she was only two and a half. She knew which words were bad to say and which weren’t, but she didn’t know why.

“Daddy! Daddy! Bad words!” He bit down on his bottom lip, chuckling at his little Annie. He didn’t want to just stand there and stare at the girl who had fallen. Trent wanted to actually help her, but he didn’t want to leave Annie alone in her swing. So quickly, he unbuckled the swing and threw Annie on his hip, making his way over to Audrey. She seemed to look familiar the closer he got to her, but he still couldn’t put a name to her. It was on the tip of his tongue, just waiting to get out. When he approached her, he had decided that her name had to start with an A. But he still couldn’t get it right. It was beginning to bug him quite a bit.

He knelt down next to Audrey, setting Annie on her feet and wrapping an arm around her to ensure she wouldn’t run off. Trent cleared his throat and then raised a brow at her. “Uhm, are you-“ He was cut off when Annie got out of his grip and laid down next to Audrey, looking her directly in the eyes with her own little sparkling brown eyes. “’Scuse meh!” The little girl demanded. Trent went to protest but she continued. “Missy you say bad words.” He quickly grabbed the little girl, placing him on his hip again. Well if that wasn’t embarrassing then he didn’t know what was.

Annie squirmed for a second before Trent tightened his grip slightly. He didn’t want her to go running, but he didn’t want her embarrassing him furthermore. “I’m really sorry. Are you alright?” He questioned, standing to his feet and reaching out a hand to pull her up with. He had to be the least bit nice. After all, his daughter had just told her how it was. He chuckled at how demanding she was. Annie had always been like that, but not to random people. She had probably figured that Trent was going to go scold Audrey, which was definitely not the case.

It was really beginning to bother him that he couldn’t figure out who this Audrey girl was. He had probably seen her at a party or something. Maybe they had hung out, or worse, maybe they had hooked up. Trent would feel terrible if he had hooked up with the girl and not even remembered her name. It was probably one of his main pet peeves. If someone didn’t remember your name then they obviously weren’t a very good partner, but Trent was almost 100% sure he hadn’t hooked up with the girl… yet.

He didn’t always mean to flirt with a girl. It was just his nature. He was a typical man whore. It wasn’t like anybody stole his childhood by sexually abusing him, or tried to make him this way. Trent supposed his mother just gave him more freedom then most kids. Sometimes that wasn’t always a good thing. He chewed on his bottom lip, trying to remember the girl’s name again. Trent was beginning to feel absolutely terrible about all this. It was an ego thing. He didn’t want to come off as a man whore until he had hooked up with a girl. Then he really didn’t give a shit what they thought about him.

“I’m sorry about asking you this, but do I know you? Maybe we’ve met each other before at a party or something? Or maybe I’ve just seen you around the halls of Stewart, I don’t know.” Trent inquired politely. He didn’t want to come off as too polite, but if he wasn’t too polite then he was afraid he would come off as arrogant. Sometimes that would reel a chick in, but he wasn’t ready for that yet. It was his day to babysit- er, more like be a parent. He didn’t know how Jenna could do it five days a week. Of course he didn’t find it fair, but he didn’t think he’d like to have her for five days instead of two. He wouldn’t be able to keep up with his lifestyle.


[tag] audrey (andi!) <3
[word count] 806
[status] complete
[lyric credit] there goes my life - kenny chesney.

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[audrey patton]

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Audrey was lying across the cobbled walkway, wallowing in her self pity, when she heard footsteps approaching her. She looked up slightly, frowning as she noticed the melting ice cream about a foot from her head. But she turned towards the sound of the footsteps in time to catch some kid in her grade kneeling down next to her, little girl in tow. Now, Audrey had never been very good with kids. She didn’t have the patience for them. She babysat once, and it had been a disaster. She had realized then that she hated kids. They were annoying, and they always managed to be sticky; how they managed that, she had never reasoned out. Kids were nosy and loud and needy. She couldn’t put up with them for very long at all. But this girl seemed cute enough, and quiet so far. Quiet kids were the best kind. If the kid would stay that way, maybe she and Audrey could get along well enough.

The boy started to ask if she was okay when the girl interrupted. She recognized the boy vaguely – he was definitely in her grade at Stewart, anyway. She’d probably seen him at a party or something. She paused, looking at him for a moment and thinking, then shaking her head almost imperceptibly. No, she was vaguely sure that she had not hooked up with him. But no name came to mind. She didn’t pay enough attention to the kids in her grade, it would seem.

The little girl squirmed out of the boy’s grip and set herself on the ground next to Audrey. Audrey raised a brow as the girl opened her mouth and began to scold her for cursing. Her lips were downturned slightly, one eye brow still cocked, as the boy grabbed for the girl again and apologized. “Yeah, I’m fine. Officially ice cream-deprived, but otherwise fine,”

[/color]she quipped as she took his hand and got to her feet. She looked at the girl again, then back to the boy. “Cute kid,” [/color]she answered rather dryly, not as entertained by the girl’s antics as many would be.

She paused as he asked if they knew each other, straightening out her dress, then fixing her necklace and plucking her bag off of the walkway. “I think you’re in my grade,” [/color]she said thoughtfully as she slung the bag back over her arm. “You’re a senior at Stewart? Though I’ve probably seen you at a party or two,” [/color]she added, smiling slightly and running a hand through her long red locks. “Audrey Patton,” [/color]she offered, holding out a hand.

It was not frequently that Audrey had to introduce herself, especially not to someone in her own grade. It seemed that people at Stewart simply seemed to know who she was, that is, if they paid attention. This boy, apparently, did not. Well, he was cute; she would have to give him that. She appraised him a moment, then the girl. There was a slight resemblance there – she was either his sister or his daughter. She was cute enough, Audrey supposed. But she still maintained her disdain for anyone much younger than herself.
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TAG trent! (kimmie)
LYRICS bend and break by keane
WORDS five hundred and twenty-seven words.
OUTFIT clickie here
CHARACTER audrey jenna louise patton
NOTES still shorttttt D=
CREDIT sophielizabeth of CAUTION 2.0.

[trent zachritz]

that mistake he thought he made covers up the refrigerator-- *

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Trent felt slightly embarrassed of his daughter when she began to scold Audrey. Usually, Annie wasn’t this outgoing. She kept to herself and played by herself or her father. She was just like her mother, only associating with people she knew well. Trent hated analyzing Annie so much, but it was true. She was similar to her mother in so many ways. Physically, Trent thought she looked just like him. From the crooked smile to the penetrating eyes, Annie had it. He was sure she was going to be a heartbreaker, just like he was. It wasn’t like he liked his reputation of a heartbreaker, or the reputation of a man whore, but there were so many perks to it he didn’t care about the name calling and the cautious girls anymore. If they were drunk, they weren’t going to be cautious now, were they?

He stood to his normal height, balancing Annie on his hip and making sure she wouldn’t squirm. Trent nodded when she said that she was okay. “That’s good,” He said with a slight chuckle. He looked at the melted ice cream on the ground where Audrey had toppled over only moments ago. It was time to turn on the charm. He gave her a sympathetic smile, shifting Annie’s weight to the other side of him. “I can buy you another ice cream if you want.” He suggested, shrugging. “I should probably get this little girl one anyway,” He mentioned, looking at Annie who had seemed to quiet down rather suddenly.

As Audrey complimented on Annie’s cuteness, the little girl blushed. “Tank yoo,” The little girl stuttered out and Trent laughed softly. “She’s usually like that, not out scolding random people for cussing.” Trent explained, trying to keep her squirming under control. Sometimes she wanted to show off. Trent didn’t like that in a girl. He’d have to teach her that boys didn’t like it when girls show off. He put her down on her feet and she grabbed onto his leg, wrapping her little arms and legs around it. He rolled his eyes and laughed nervously. “Sorry about that,” He apologized for Annie’s scolding. “I thought she was going to ask if you were okay or something.”

It was true, Trent was a senior. He knew that he knew Audrey from somewhere. He nodded. “Yeah, I’m a senior.” He said with a soft laugh. He also automatically knew who she was from the name. “Audrey, huh? I knew your name started with an A. It was really bothering me that I couldn’t remember.” Trent said politely, looking down at the little girl again, then reaching his hand out and shaking Audrey’s gently. “Nice to formally meet you, Audrey Patton.” He gave her a crooked smile.

“I’m Trent Zachritz,” The boy introduced himself quite often, just to be polite and make the other person feel comfortable around him. That was the way he operated. Trent had to have a clean slate with every girl that walked by and try to get on their good side. He was quite the charmer. In his mind, every girl in the world was a possible bed or drinking buddy. To him, either one worked. This was because once he got the girl drunk, he could make her a bed buddy too. He thought it was a rather sly plan.



[tag] audrey (andi!) <3
[word count] 559
[status] complete
[lyric credit] there goes my life - kenny chesney.

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