let's ignore all remorse -- *

[trent zachritz]

change my actions, good intentions *

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It was Friday, meaning Trent didn’t have to watch the kid tonight. He was kind of happy about not having to baby sit tonight. He still wasn’t used to calling it parenting instead of babysitting. It was so much different when the life you were caring for was your own and not somebody else’s. It made it a lot harder for you to just let them run off and whatnot. He had promised himself that Annie would not turn out like he did. He wouldn’t let her, and he was hoping Jenna never would either. He knew he screwed up a lot in his lifetime, but it didn’t even bother him anymore. It was his life, and his mother didn’t seem to care what he did or where he went, and he knew damn well his father didn’t. His father was probably happy he never had to deal with him.

That was one of the things that irked Trent the most. His father didn’t even want him. He had only seen him once in his lifetime and Trent wasn’t even old enough to understand what was going on. He didn’t understand how a father couldn’t want their son or daughter. He could understand before it was born, having regretted Jenna conceiving Annie the moment he was told; but as soon as he saw the squealing infant in Jenna’s arms, he immediately wanted to be a part of the newborn baby’s life. She looked like him. She had his eyes, his nose, and his crooked smile. Trent couldn’t bear not seeing the little girl after he had laid eyes on her just once. It was like an attraction. He automatically felt overprotective of the young thing.

He had all of this on his mind tonight, and was feeling rather abandoned. When this happened, Trent needed a drink. He didn’t need just one drink though. He would usually want to get completely wasted and then find a pretty lady to endure until the next morning, then shake hands and walk out of her front door. Hopefully he would never see the girl again, but even if he did, he’d make sure it wasn’t on purpose. Trent would make sure he tried his best efforts to get into the girl’s pants again. He wanted nothing to do with real friendships or even relationships. His life consisted of sex, booze, cigarettes and Annie. That was all.

Trent took a stray cigarette out of his pocket, pulling a lighter out as well. He lit up the cigarette and pressed it to his lips, taking a long drag of the freshly lit cancer stick. That was one of the only things that had never crossed his mind. He knew he could die of lung cancer from taking in so much smoke, but it didn’t bother him. His mother reminded him from time to time and he would just shrug it off, making sure that his mother knew that he really couldn’t give a fuck about his health. But now that the topic was on his mind, he couldn’t help but wonder if that would be what would take his life, and then he felt guilty because he didn’t want to die young.

He wanted to endure all of Annie’s life. Trent wanted to beat the shit out of each and every boy who broke her heart, he wanted to help her with her algebra, and he wanted to continue to be able to chase her around the playground. He already coughed and wheezed while chasing her as it was. He was trying to imagine all of this a few years from now. If he kept smoking and drinking, he was going to kill himself before little Annie was even five years old. He didn’t want that at all. Trent took another drag from his cigarette, shivering in the cool night breeze.

Once he had his entire cigarette smoked, he tossed the cigarette butt out into the middle of the street before making a b-line for the closest night club. After all, it was Friday. There had to be some wasted girl in there wanting some. Trent laughed a dark, evil laugh at his logic before walking up the three steps to the club. He gripped the door handle before swinging the glass door open and walking down the long hallway. He noticed how the line was rather short. Trent grimaced, practically begging the dear lord to have some girls in there, or at least a decent bartender that could keep the drinks coming at a good pace.

Trent stood in line for a few minutes before coming to the bouncer. He was a regular here, but they still made him show his ‘ID’ anyway. It’s not like it was real. Some kid had a shop set up inside the academy in their dorm and he had purchased one from him quite awhile ago. The kid had gotten busted, but Trent managed to keep hold of his fresh fake ID. He bit down on his bottom lip, handing the card over to the huge black bouncer. He glanced up at him and the man nodded, handing the card back over.

The bouncer unhooked the little gate and Trent took a step through, the scent of smoke burning and tingling his nose already. He hadn’t noticed any particular girls that looked like they’d been drinking a lot, so he had decided to begin his drinking himself. It was early in the night. Maybe people just hadn’t started filing in yet, or so that was what he was hoping. Trent made his way over to the bar, sitting on the bar stool and pulling his wallet out of his pocket. He tapped his fingers on the counter, waiting for the bartender to turn around. He wasn’t even sure what he wanted. It was one of those things where he’d just have to ask the woman for the special, if there was one. There usually wasn’t at a bar, was there? He mused that, chuckling a bit as the woman turned around to face him.

“Just give me a shot of whiskey, I’ll be here all night,” The boy said, nodding over to the bartender who gave him what seemed to be an evil smile and disappeared behind the counter. Trent couldn’t help but roll his eyes. Bartenders these days always thought they were so sexy. Trent found them quite disgusting.


[tag] preston :)
[word count] 1,071
[status] complete
[lyric credit] wasteland - ten years.

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[preston]

ONCE UPON A TIME, I BELIEVE.


it was a tuesday when i caught your eye.

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Preston didn’t really plan on going out but knowing that her father would be home she had to get out of the house and away from the man before he realized she was home. Inhaling she got up off her computer and placed it closed on her bed, slipping on her flip flops she walked over to her closet picking out an outfit. One that would be appropriate yet distinctively useful in a club. Okay so maybe she was a bit to young for the clubs but that never stopped her from using a fake ID she had her sister get for awhile ago and then on. Getting her clothing she went into her adjoined bathroom and set it on the toilet grabbing a towel to set on top. Kicking off her flip flops she turned the taps on for the shower before stepping in and closing the curtain. Washing her hair and body she turned the taps off hearing faint steps outside her room door. Hearing her father yell her name she kept quiet for a moment getting out of shower, drying off she got her clothes on and left her bathroom. Going into her room she got ready.

Gathering her eyeliner, mascara and shadow she got that all on before slipping on her heeled club shoes. Picking up her cell phone and set off house keys off her dresser she exited her room going down the stairs carefully. Running into her father in the front hall she smiled softly before telling him she was going out and would be back later. He didn’t say anything of course being half drunk and probably on something more. Heading down the front hall she left through the door and got into her father’s ford Taurus. Starting up the engine she backed down the driveway and headed down the highway for the local nightclub she had started going to about a year ago now. Stopping in the park first she stepped out of the car taking in the fresh air and simply beautiful evening. Luckily she’d gotten out of the house while her father was half drunk rather then before he even started drinking. She didn’t like being stuck at home which is what would have happened if he wasn’t drinking just yet. Pulling out her cell phone she checked her missed calls list and text messages before leaving the park again.

A few moments later Preston was pulling up in front of the club, parking in the lot she stepped out of car locking the doors as she made sure she had managed to grab her fake ID. Smirking softly to herself when she had it in her hand she headed towards the main doors being asked for ID. Showing hers she was waved through the gate thing and entered the doors. Not really seeing to much of a line her hopes of getting hooked up with a supply tonight went down. Oh well maybe somebody would show up just because she wished, rolling her eyes she walked towards the bar and sat on one of the many stools lining it. Noticing one person about two stool seats away from her she nodded before looking at the bartender. Irish Car Bomb drink please, she knew it was probably on the menu since the last time she had been there. Over a few weeks ago she had tried it for the first time and hooked ever since. Getting her drink and passing over her money she smiled brightly before taking a big drink of it feeling the burning desire down her throat.

She hated the burning feeling but oh god did it ever taste amazing and relax her. Turning to face the other person she decided to be the first one to say anything. Lousy night don’t ya think she stated before taking a smaller drink of her ICB drink. Turning herself sideways rather then having to turn her head all the time she wondered if the guy would even acknowledge her considering make up never did help this girl look older. It tended to make Preston look younger though she didn’t understand why in any case the eyeliner was dark it could be the to much mascara factor. Preston didn’t care all that she cared was the bouncers had let her through the doors thinking she was over the age of drinking.

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who: trent zachritz
where: city night club
when: evening
wearing: click it here
words: seven hundred and thirty one
banner by: somebody on caution
template by: EMMARR of caution 2.0
lyrics: forever and always by taylor swift
notes: sucks but it will get better.

[trent zachritz]

change my actions, good intentions *

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As the bartender slid the shot glass towards Trent, he nodded towards her, tossing some cash her way. “Keep ‘em coming,” Trent muttered with a nod. He put the shot glass to his lips, but suddenly stopped when a smaller girl seemed to sit down next to him. He turned to face her as she did the same, giving her a smirk. She didn’t really look old enough to be in a club, let alone drinking, but that didn’t stop Trent from starting to work his magic. He looked the girl over, shrugging before tipping the shot glass back and downing the little glass of whiskey. It didn’t even faze the boy, as he set the empty glass down and sent it flying the bartender’s way.

Trent nodded at Preston, chuckling. “It’s really lousy, especially when I need it to be full of people.” He shrugged, feeling another shot glass hit his elbow. He waited a few seconds before introducing himself. “I’m Trent, and you are?” He asked, ruffling his brown hair. He didn’t want to seem rude, so he put his hand out, ready to shake hers. That always made a girl wonder, didn’t it? If the boy acted polite at first then they didn’t quite mind the ruffian in the bed, or so Trent thought. He chuckled at his own thought before turning to the little glass next to him. He looked at the liquid, shaking his head and tipping it back into his throat. It tingled for a moment, and then the burning sensation arrived. He had gotten used to it. It was almost no longer effective on him.

He slid the empty glass over to the bartender and she raised a brow at him, almost as if she was wondering what was with him. Trent was always this much of a drinker. Why couldn’t people just give him what he wanted without protest or weird looks? He realized how silly that sounded. You couldn’t always have what you wanted, but Trent would try his damnedest to get what he wanted. He’d work until he had what he wanted and sometimes needed, and he would fight for the ones he loved. Trent grabbed the glass as the bartender slid him another one, this time giving her a thank you so maybe next time she wouldn’t be burning a hole in the back of his head.

“I hope you don’t mind me asking,” Trent began, biting down on his bottom lip and then tipping the glass back again, letting the warm liquid slide down his throat. “But you don’t look a day over sixteen, if that,” He said giving a soft laugh. He was beginning to warm up to the club a bit. He noticed that whenever he would first enter, he would seem like a stone, only answering yes or no questions and giving a grunt or a nod in return to people’s greetings. Once he got drinking, he was able to converse a little bit better. Trent just wasn’t a people person, and that wasn’t a good thing when all the person wanted was sex.

“So I was just wondering if you’re really young, or just really lucky and beautiful,” Trent loved giving the girls compliments. It seemed to warm them up a bit too and get them wanting to go home with him or vice versa. He didn’t care where he went with a person, as long as the clothes were off and he was satisfied with the sex then there was no problem. He gave her a warm smile, trying to seem like he wasn’t the womanizer that he was.


[tag] preston :)
[word count] 606
[status] complete
[lyric credit] wasteland - ten years.

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