--- i'm ticking like a time bomb, baby *

[mallory mckenzie]

if one day you wake up and find that you're missing me,
AND YOUR HEART STARTS TO WONDER WHERE ON THIS EARTH I COULD BE

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It was hard to believe that in a little over a month, Mallory would be returning to school. She wasn’t necessarily dreading it, but she wasn’t looking forward to it either. She was feeling rather so-so about the rest of her high school career. Mallory wasn’t sure if she enjoyed going to school every day, sleeping in a dorm and not being able to go home except on the weekends. It was hard to be away from her siblings. At the mere mention of school, Mallory’s mother, Lauren, had decided that she was taking the girls shopping. They needed school clothes and just clothes to wear around the house. The only issue was that Mallory was not a very good shopping partner. She’d much rather shop alone and pick out her own clothes rather than have her mother and sister following her everywhere. Colleen was at camp, so accompanying Mallory and Lauren was Adrianne.

She had quite a few bags hanging from her arm, and quite frankly, she thought she had enough clothes to begin with. Mallory had found herself not having too much fun on this shopping trip. Adrianne had been whining the entire time and her mother was trying to get her into clothes that she would never wear any other time. She had tried her best to make the outing for entertaining, but to no avail, she had failed epically at that task. So she and Adrianne did the only proper thing to do. They bailed on their mother. After all, it was getting close to dinner time and they would be going home soon anyway. Carter was watching Roman and that was a deathly combination.

The two sisters had made their way to the cute little pretzel store that was called Auntie Anne’s. The redhead standing beside Mallory had decided on a strawberry slush, while Mallory went with what she got every time. That was their fresh lemonade. No matter how many times she’d go to Auntie Anne’s, she’d get the lemonade every time. She thought it was sweeter than most lemonade, making it taste a heck of a lot better. Once they had settled on their drinks, the two had turned around and backtracked towards FYE, also known as the place where Mallory felt at home the most.

“Are we even allowed to have drinks in here? I mean you figure someone could drop their drink on a rack of CD’s and then they’d have to be all the CD’s, but they wouldn’t work so it would be like blowing all your money on nothing.” Adrianne looked over to Mallory to find her zoning out, staring at the back of the newest Brokencyde CD. She looked up at Adrianne, shrugging. She wasn’t quite sure. She’d never dropped her drink on the CD’s. It wasn’t often that one would do that on purpose. “I don’t know, but I don’t think we should find out.” Mallory suggested, giving her a crooked smile and scanning the CD against one of those little computer screens. She found them so interesting. You could just scan it and sample songs would come up on screen.

Adrianne turned to look at her sister, who was completely focused on something else. She had been trying for about a week now to get information about how her day with Noah had went. It was obvious that Mallory hadn’t seemed too willing to talk about it. Her face always lit up when the mention of the day was brought up, but she’d always say that it was a lot of fun and he was a good person. Then, she’d quickly try to change subjects. Adrianne had found that rather peculiar, because Mallory usually told her everything. She figured if she asked her while she was zoned, she’d spit something out without realizing it. “So Mal, you never gave me any details about you and Noah?”

Mallory’s eyes widened and she turned on her heel, raising a brow. “There is no ‘me and Noah.” The girl used air quotes with her fingers. She didn’t think it was that obvious that there was a connection. Then again, Adrianne had ran through the kitchen whenever they had been dancing. They were pretty close then. Mallory began to panic, wondering if anybody else had seen anything happen. Of course they had kissed, but she hadn’t told anybody. She wasn’t sure if that was the polite thing to do in that situation. She didn’t think he went around telling people he kissed her. In fact, he was probably telling people how terrible it was and how much of a spaz she was. She mentally kicked herself for thinking that Noah would say anything like that. He didn’t seem to be like that kind of person.

She noticed Adrianne’s face fall, almost looking defeated. Mallory smiled, rather pleased with herself for keeping everything under control. Of course the boy had crossed her mind quite a few times, but she was just questioning if there was anything going on between them or not. They had kissed, there was obvious chemistry, and she had spilled the entire secret about Landon on his shoulders. Mallory had honestly felt terrible after thinking through the situation. She basically made herself seem so vulnerable that she needed someone to be there right then and now, and then for the rest of the time being. Basically, Mallory made her trust seem like so much more than just trust. Now he had the pressure of keeping her together on his shoulders, and she felt like she could have made it seem a lot less important or not told him at all. They were both hiding something. Why hadn’t he told her if she had the guts to tell him?

It was then that Mallory noticed how zoned she was. She had been standing there listening to the sample songs and concentrating on her own issues that she hadn’t even noticed Adrianne waving her hand in front of her face. “Yo! Earth to Mallory! You’re acting really weird lately, mallow cup. Is something wrong?” Her eldest sister asked. Mallory glanced up at Adrianne, then back down at the CD. She wasn’t going to break down and tell Adrianne. That was out of the question. If she did, she would seem as weak as she had before with Noah, and she never wanted to seem that weak again.

“I’m peachy keen, sis.”

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STATUS ?! complete.
WORDS ?! 1,071
OUTFIT ?! click me!
LOCATION ?! westview mall.
LYRICS ?! the man who can't be moved - the script.
PLAYING ?! carrie underwood, michael jackson & breathe carolina !
NOTES ?! stacey farber is adrianne's pb. xP
CREDIT ?! _and_heartsxx of CAUTION![/center]

[noah scott]

H A D I T B E E N A N O T H E R D A Y I M I G H T H A V E L O O K E D T H E O T H E R W A Y

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It was safe to say Noah Scott had fucked things up completely. At least, that was what he thought. He couldn’t stop thinking about her. He couldn’t eat. He couldn’t sleep. He felt guilty walking the streets of Pittsburgh knowing she was out there somewhere, probably wondering the same things.

Alright, so maybe that was an exaggeration.

It wasn’t by much, though. For the past few weeks, Noah had been completely unaware of what exactly to do. He was avoiding every place Mallory could possibly be. He had kept the Twizzler jar in his parent’s room so he wouldn’t have to see it. And he’d even let Jenny eat all the fondue he’d brought home. It was good fondue, he wouldn’t lie about that – he just couldn’t eat it without thinking of Mallory. He just couldn’t stomach the fact that he’d actually kissed her. Talking with her was fine, dancing with her was fine, hugging her was fine. Friends did all those things. Friends didn’t kiss each other, though. No ‘friends’ he knew did that, even back in the crazy town of Brighton.

He clearly did not know what to do about this. For any other boy, it would’ve been fine; all he’d have to do would be to ask her out and start dating her. Noah wasn’t any other boy, though. Noah was cocky, confident, outgoing Noah who had just happened to crumble at Mallory McKenzie’s feet. He knew she knew it, too, and that scared him. Well, no – that wasn’t it. He wasn’t sure whether Mallory knew she had control over him or not. But the possibility of her knowing scared the living daylights out of him. He knew from experience that girls would be all giggles and happiness when you first met them, and then once they were given trust or any form of power, they’d take advantage of it. How was he to know if Mallory wouldn’t do that?

Clearly, Noah was going crazy over this – and, clearly, he needed something to get his mind off her. It wasn’t just the fact that she had control over him that worried Noah – it was that he was so obviously attracted to her and couldn’t help it. She was adorable and she knew it. He knew it too. It was so easy for him to hold her, so easy to watch her do that cute little thing with her bangs or smile her crooked smile. He felt like he’d known her his entire life when they’d met once… and that was bad. Really, really bad. That meant he was vulnerable to her. She could shift his emotions in any way she wanted. He didn’t have control over his thoughts anymore because she did. It freaked him out.

Music was usually a nice way to return Noah to normalcy. It wasn’t working this time, though. You only really realized every song out there was about love when you were trying to get love off your mind. That was why Noah was at FYE today. It was the perfect time to get some new tunage – something completely unrelated to love, like instrumental music or metal. He’d drifted from section to section, listening to different songs, and had ended up in the screamo section. After hearing a few songs from the first album he’d picked up, Noah wondered why he hadn’t started off with screamo in the first place. Even if the lyrics were about love, they weren’t understandable. It was like magic!

Magic? Harry Potter? Ron? I’m taller than Ron…

There he went, thinking about her yet again. It was beginning to piss Noah off. His brain was not a timeshare. She could not buy space in it and then occupy it for a certain amount of time. That shit was not going to go down with him. Furrowing his brows together, he angrily grabbed the next CD in his pile – Brokencyde. Really, the only reason he’d picked it up was because the band name made him laugh. (He’d literally laughed while picking up the CD, which caused a few stares.) Scanning the CD in an annoyed manner, he placed the headphones over his head and selected the first song – “40 oz”.

Well, this was certainly different. Eyes widening, Noah looked down at the screen confusedly. What the heck was this?! ‘Get your sex on, girl?’ He was not a girl, and if he was, he would not want to get his sex on to a song as repulsive as this. What was music coming to these days? Almost ripping the headphones off his ears, Noah exclaimed, “Who even listens to this?!” Scanning the band names in front of him, he realized they all started with ‘L’. What the heck? Where was B? He could swear he’d just picked it up…

Then he realized the B’s were probably behind him. Turning, he realized that the B’s were indeed behind him… and so was Mallory. Shit, he thought to himself, making a decision in three point two seconds to quickly put the CD back and hope she hadn’t realized him there. Nearing the ‘Br’s, he glanced at the album in her hands. It was the same as his. “You can’t honestly tell me you listen to them,” he blurted out, unaware that he’d actually now made contact and wouldn’t be able to take his words back. Eyes widening once more, he quickly stuffed the CD back into its place and looked back at Mallory. “Uh… hey,” he added in a slightly nicer tone, but one all the more awkward. Realizing another girl next to her, he leaned to the side and waved. He guessed that was Adrianne – he’d seen her scamper away while he and Mallory had been dancing. “Hi, I’m Noah… you’re Adrianne, right?” he asked, clueless as to whether he was supposed to stick his hand out or not. Why was he so damn nervous? And why did this seem like a Harvard admissions interview and not a friendly encounter?!

notes

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tags[/b] mallory mckenzie
word count[/b] 1,001
outfit[/b] jeans and a t-shirt. too lazy to go find it. xD
location[/b] westfield mall
banner credit[/b] BEN ?! @ caution 2.0
template credit[/b] MAKE A SCENE HANNA ! OF CAUTION TWO POINT OH![/size][/blockquote]
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[mallory mckenzie]

if one day you wake up and find that you're missing me,
AND YOUR HEART STARTS TO WONDER WHERE ON THIS EARTH I COULD BE

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Just as Mallory was about to change the song, she felt the headphones pulled from her head. She went to grab them, her face stern. “What the hell, Adrianne!” The girl exclaimed, turning to the girl. In this position, she had her back turned on Noah. Adrianne had heard Noah’s exclamation across the aisle, while Mallory hadn’t since she had had the headphones on. “Uh, Mal…” Adrianne paused when Noah approached Mallory, not sure if he was going to say anything. Mallory crossed her arms across her chest, then shot one of her arms at Adrianne, trying to take the headphones back. Her eyes narrowed as Adrianne grabbed the Brokencyde CD from Mallory’s hands and tossed it back into it’s place. Adrianne then took one of the Brand New CD’s, since it was under Br- as well as Brokencyde, and tossed it into Mallory’s grip. Mallory was familiar with the group, but she had no idea why Adrianne was doing this.

“You can’t honestly tell me you listen to them,”

That feeling had returned. Her stomach churned, the butterflies finding their way back in. Her heart pounded and her eyes widened. She could feel sweat forming at her hairline, but it wasn’t enough that someone could point out. Mallory’s cheeks went bright red and Adrianne stifled a laugh. It was obvious that Mallory had feelings for the boy just by the reaction of his voice. She found herself smiling softly at the thought of turning around and seeing him again. Then again, she wondered if she’d turn around and see somebody other than Noah. Her hopes would be crushed and she’d return to looking at the CD’s that she really didn’t care about. In fact, part of her hoped that it wasn’t Noah so that she didn’t have to go through all of the awkwardness. It wouldn’t be too bad. She usually took advantage of awkward situations.

Adrianne looked Mallory directly in the eyes, wondering if the girl was ever going to turn around. At that point, Mallory swallowed her fear and turned on her heel to face the ginger. There he was. He was the boy that she had hoped she would run into everywhere. She wasn’t going to lie, it hurt her quite a bit when he kissed her and then just left her hanging. It kind of made her feel slightly abandoned, but she wasn’t going to go back to that again. Mallory had decided that she wouldn’t let another boy break her heart again, because she had found it to be the worst pain in the world. She wouldn’t be pushed around or controlled. That was something Mallory’s sister had taught her. Adrianne had always told her to think for herself and not make decisions based on a boy. Noah was no different than any of the other boys. She wouldn’t let him break her heart either; or at least, she wouldn’t show him that it hurt if he did.

She let out a soft laugh, slicking a hand through her bangs. Noah had been right. It was a nervous habit. “Hey,” She replied, giving him another one of her smiles. She was doing her best to show that she wasn’t bothered by any of this, but she was. The truth was that Mallory was scared out of her mind and half of her wanted Adrianne to say something and save her, to take her home and let her contemplate the situation on her own, not when he was standing right in front of her. It made her look stupid for being quiet. She bit down on her bottom lip, looking at the CD Adrianne had replaced with the Brokencyde.

“I’ve heard a few of their songs, but I’m not a fan or anything. Adrianne wanted me to check it out.” Mallory quickly lied, nodding reassuringly. She didn’t want him to think she was some kind of freak or something. She turned to Adrianne as Noah introduced himself, giving her a nervous smile. Mallory had never felt this nervous before. People usually didn’t make her nervous at all. Actually, they made her feel more relieved. This situation was much different. These two had kissed, and she was afraid it would never happen again. If she never got to kiss those lips again, she’d feel like she was used, and that she had lost one of the greatest opportunities in her life.

Adrianne gave him that same crooked smile that Mallory gave to everyone. “Yep, that’s me.” The girl replied. “So you’re Noah. Nice to meet you.” She felt her pocket begin to vibrate and she quickly pulled it out of her pocket. The conversation took place, and Mallory breathed heavily, hoping it was her mother saying it was time to go. Of course, she would have called Mallory if it was time to go. She turned around hearing Adrianne shut her phone. “Mom said that dad’s hear to get us, but she’s leaving the car if we want to stay...” Adrianne paused. “I don’t really want to, so you can drive yourself home if you want to stay, right?” Adrianne questioned. Mallory gave a quick nod, watching Adrianne turn on her heel and dash off.

As quick as she thought Adrianne was going to save her, she found herself alone with Noah again. They weren’t as alone as they were before though. This time, there were people everywhere. She was slightly relieved, yet at the same time kind of discouraged. She didn’t want this to be anymore awkward than it was, so she swallowed the lump in her throat and her pride, and turned on her charm. “I could say the same thing to you, Mister Scott.” She grinned, crossing her arms across her chest and leaning against the shelves. “You don’t listen to Brokencyde, do you? You don’t seem like a Brokencyde kind of guy. You seem like a Coldplay or Jason Mraz kind of guy.” Mallory rambled, shaking her head. She tossed the Brand New CD back into it’s appropriate place.

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TAGGED ?! el capitaaan/alyssa/lyzzer (noah)
STATUS ?! complete.
WORDS ?! 1,007
OUTFIT ?! click me!
LOCATION ?! westview mall.
LYRICS ?! the man who can't be moved - the script
PLAYING ?! brand new. as if that isn't obvious to you. c:
NOTES ?! roses are red, violets are blue, my name is jt yorke and i love you.
CREDIT ?! _and_heartsxx of CAUTION![/center]

[noah scott]

H A D I T B E E N A N O T H E R D A Y I M I G H T H A V E L O O K E D T H E O T H E R W A Y

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Please please please don’t look my way. Please please please OH FUCK.

And then there she was in all her stunning glory. Okay, so maybe Mallory wasn’t the most stunning girl on the face of the planet – but at that moment, Noah was honestly… taken aback. Literally. Mallory turned and he took a step back, confused. What was he supposed to do now? Apologize? But he didn’t want to apologize. If he apologized he’d have to give in… but why did she have to be so pretty? Sure, there were pretty girls at Stewart, but he’d never met anyone like her. It was almost as if her personality made her seem prettier. She was like the plain Jane who became the prettiest girl in the room when she opened her mouth… not that Noah thought she was plain. He thought she was beautiful, but he had to admit, not many people had that effect on him. They couldn’t start speaking and draw him in even more.

Just her presence was making him lose his words. He’d had them, right there in his mouth, and then they’d just… vanished. Had he not a scrap of dignity left in him, he would’ve opened his mouth and searched it with mirror in hand for those words. He wasn’t going to look like even more of a douche, though. Was it her? Or was it just that he was scared shitless of facing her? Why am I scared shitless of facing her? Just tell her the truth. Tell her you can’t be with her because girls are conniving little ninnykins and you want nothing to do with them.

But he couldn’t do that because it wasn’t true. He knew he wanted to be with her and that was killing him. She had him wrapped around her finger. If she said to jump right now, he’d ask how high. If she told him to jump off a bridge, he’d ask which one and then do it. Okay, maybe that last one was a little radical… but he felt tied to her somehow and she hadn’t released that grip yet. Then there was the fact that Noah didn’t want her to release that grip – he wanted her there. They were both vulnerable, and for some crazy reason, he felt like that justified his actions. Like she’d understand why he’d just left because she knew the feeling herself.

That doesn’t even make sense, he thought to himself (a direct quote from Chonga Chichi). Blinking slowly, he realized he’d probably been staring at her for at least five minutes now while thinking about this situation in entirely too much detail. Clearing his throat slightly, Noah began. “Nothing against Brokencyde. Like them if you want. They’re just not my cup of tea,” he commented, grinning cheesily. He liked that she listened to weird music like Brokencyde. Heck, he hadn’t even heard of Brokencyde till today. He thought it was pretty cool that she wasn’t listening to something typical like T-Pain or Britney Spears. “That’s pretty cool, actually. If you like them, I mean. You know how to like what you like and not what society tells you to like.”

Wait, WHAT? Once again, Mallory had made Noah’s brain turn to complete mush without even trying. Since when did ‘society’ have a voice? Did ‘society’ knock on one’s door like a tax collector and annoyingly tell them what artists to listen to? He thought not. Noah looked back at Adrianne when she confirmed his suspicions. “Ginger pride,” he cheered, pumping his fist in the air triumphantly. Okay, so maybe that was just mildly retarded. It wasn’t like Noah cared, though. The McKenzie family seemed to like him enough. Well, the bit of the McKenzie family he’d met – which consisted of Roman and Mallory. Right now, he wasn’t even sure if Mallory liked him or not. He’d pretty royally fucked things up. He listened carefully as Adrianne explained that she was leaving. Is Mallory going with her? Please, go with her. Give me five minutes to think this out.

Instantly Noah was hating the United States Department of Motor Vehicles. The stupid driving age in the States was sixteen, and Mallory was sixteen, which meant she had her license. Adrianne had just confirmed she had a car. She could stay here as long as she wanted, making Noah’s life living hell. After a few moments of talking between the siblings, Mallory confirmed that she would indeed be making his life hell for the next few minutes, or hours, or however long she decided to stay at the mall. Clearing his throat slightly again, he waved as Adrianne left. What was this? Did Mallory have magical throat-lump-making powers? He was supposed to be the one who looked like Ron Weasley. If anything, he was supposed to be the one with the damn powers.

Mallory was making this less awkward than it was supposed to be, Noah realized. She was talking about music. With an inaudible sigh of relief, Noah shook his head. “They sound like a fucked-up version of 3OH!3, in my opinion. I don’t listen to 3OH!3, though. I’ve heard that one song about the dogs and their chains and that girl with the black dress and purple lipstick,” he explained slightly. At her next comment, he couldn’t help but laugh. “I absolutely despise Jason Mraz. Not even joking. I don’t even know why. He’s just so… annoyingly Jason Mraz.” When she mentioned Coldplay, he blushed slightly and scratched his neck awkwardly. “Actually… I try to sing like Chris Martin in the shower…” he admitted, looking down at his shoes awkwardly.

Noah looked back up, his eyes locking with Mallory’s for a moment. She really did have pretty eyes. Right then and there he knew that, no matter how calm and collected she was looking, she was just as nervous as he was inside. He could sense the worry and the pain he’d caused her since they’d last met up. Biting down on his lip, he averted his gaze from her and took in a deep breath. He knew he had to apologize – but he had to do something more. He’d promised her he’d always be there for her… and then he’d left without even giving her a way to contact him besides IM (which he’d been avoiding like the plague).

And then the light bulb lit up above Mister Scott’s pretty little head. He immediately brought his gaze back up to hers, but made sure to keep his distance. “Listen… Mallory. I’m going to cut to the chase on this. You may not feel the same way as me –” – though he was pretty sure she did – “– but I’ve been… I don’t know. I can’t really explain it in words… I mean, I guess I could if I shut up, but I don’t feel like shutting up. I just… I feel horrible, because I made you a promise that I’d always be there for you and then I never gave you a way to talk to me. W- what if, what if a… a rabid gorilla from the zoo escaped and tried to eat Mister McKenzie? Or, or what if Miss McKenzie was invited to a spa retreat but it was actually the Joker’s plot to rule the city of Gotham by taking all the women out to a spa?”

Well, then, Noah… they would probably call the cops. Furrowing his brow, he shook his head. “Okay, okay, bad examples. That’s what the cops are for. But, just to note, the cops have never succeeded in stopping the Joker, and I’m pretty sure they were useless against King Kong…” Cut to the case like you said you would, stupid. “The point is, if you were in trouble, or if you needed someone to talk to and wanted to talk to me of all people, you wouldn’t know where to find me. If Roman had a question about the Topia of the Twizzlers which I have no idea how you know about, he wouldn’t be able to find me either. That’s not keeping my promise and I feel horrible about that.”

Now all he had to do would be to figure out how the hell to solve this problem. Making a decision in three seconds, Noah fished in his pocket for a few moments. He could swear he kept a marker or a pen or any other writing utensil in his pockets all the time – he didn’t know why, but there always seemed to be one there. As his hand wrapped around something cold and hard, he pulled it out of his pocket. At first, he wasn’t quite sure what it was. It looked like some kind of… nuclear bullet holder. It took him a few minutes and a few quizzical glances, but he eventually labeled the item as a tube of lipstick.

Looking back at Mallory, Noah grinned sheepishly. “I’m not a transvestite, if that’s what you’re thinking, nor will I ever be one. I am 100% male,” he informed her, chuckling at his stupid comment. The story behind the tube of lipstick was simple – Jenny had been playing dress-up while Julie and Kent were out shopping and had gotten into her mother’s makeup bag. At first, Noah had been pretty skeptical about the entire idea. Then he remembered when he was young and how he’d stolen his father’s shoes and ties and suits just like Jenny was stealing her mother’s clothes. After letting her beautify herself, Noah had helped Jenny clean up her mess. By cleaning up, that meant putting half the makeup items in his pocket and the other half back in the makeup back in the bag. He honestly didn’t understand how his mother fit all those items in there.

“JimJam wanted to play dress-up,” he explained, shrugging. Without thinking, he opened the tube of lipstick and gently extended Mallory’s arm. And then he did the unthinkable – he wrote his number on her arm… in lipstick. “And now you have my number,” he added, grinning. “If you ever call, I promise you I’ll pick up. I don’t care when it is, where I am, who I’m with, or what I’m doing. If I’m on the moon, I’ll pick up. If I’m on a roller coaster, I’ll pick up. If I’m being held at gunpoint, I’ll pick up… because sometimes, you need a friend who will keep their promises. You need someone who will be there for you, and I promised you that. You call, I answer,” he promised in a more serious tone.

And then Noah realized he’d just written his number down on her arm in lipstick. What the heck kind of move was that? Couldn’t she have just put his number in her own phone? Surely she carried it around with her; every teenager did nowadays. “I now just realized you could’ve just gotten your phone out and put my number in,” he said, smirking stupidly. “Sorry for ruining your skin pigmentation… but I’m serious about what I said. Even if my digits are written in Coral Blue Number Two on your ulna and or humerus.”

Well, he had either done something really genuine and funny, or he’d made a total idiot out of himself and she’d hate him. Now he had to do something to apologize for writing on her arm in lipstick and being a total idiot. Thinking for a moment, he shuffled up and down the aisles, tracing the last names of artists till he got to the G’s. Pulling out a Marvin Gaye CD, he shuffled back over to Mallory and handed it to her. “It’s like Marvin Gaye says,” he explained, smiling.

And, cue the song and dance.

“Ain't no mountain high
Ain't no valley low
Ain't no river wide enough, baby

If you need me, call me
No matter where you are
No matter how far

Just call my name
I'll be there in a hurry
You don't have to worry

'Cause baby, there ain't no mountain high enough
Ain't no valley low enough
Ain't no river wide enough
To keep me from getting to you.”

notes

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tags[/b] mallory mckenzie
word count[/b] 2,192
outfit[/b] jeans and a t-shirt. too lazy to go find it. xD
location[/b] westfield mall
banner credit[/b] BEN ?! @ caution 2.0
template credit[/b] MAKE A SCENE HANNA ! OF CAUTION TWO POINT OH![/size][/blockquote]
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[mallory mckenzie]

if one day you wake up and find that you're missing me,
AND YOUR HEART STARTS TO WONDER WHERE ON THIS EARTH I COULD BE

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Mallory was completely unaware that she had any control on Noah at all. It’s not like if she did know she’d use it to her advantage anyway. She hated having control over anything, especially people. It was the main reason she hated babysitting. She knew she had control over whatever her little brother did, and she was responsible for those actions. If she was responsible for Noah’s actions, then that would be ten times harder. She was barely responsible for herself, but to be responsible for another person? It truly baffled her. She wanted to have children, but then Mallory would wonder if she wanted to have the control and responsibility over those children. She wanted to name her girl Billie Jean after Michael Jackson’s song and her baby boy Aidan James because she loved both of those names. Billie and Aidan would be the most important people in her life besides their father.

The truth was that Mallory wanted to be with him too. She’d never admit it because she wasn’t one to fall so fast, but she could feel it. Every time he was around her, she felt her stomach get all nauseous. It wasn’t because she was pregnant either, it was because she was having feelings that she hadn’t felt – well, ever. When he spoke, she would listen. He wasn’t like any other boy she had ever met. Most boys were obsessed with making their muscles bigger, sports or sex. Noah, on the other hand, didn’t seem to be obsessed with any of those things. It pleased her that he seemed to have morals. It was one of the things that she looked for in a guy. If they were just looking for a one night stand and nothing more, they were kicked to the curb.

She was sure that there was something between them, but her stupid nerves were getting in the way. That was one of the things between them. It was a major obstacle. Mallory usually didn’t get nervous, but when she did, it was always over the top. She would obsess and freak out over the issue until she could either fix it or avoid it. It was odd that she could control the nerves that were building up in her system right now. Mallory couldn’t believe she wasn’t stumbling over her words or just rambling about absolutely nothing. She was just listening to Noah speak, which she was finding to be one of her favorite hobbies at the time.

It only took a minute for her to realize how incredibly cheesy that sounded. It was true, she did love listening to his deep voice and that accent, but it wasn’t like she was obsessing. If she was obsessed, it would be obvious. Mallory was terrible at hiding things. It was one of the things she hated about herself, and there were very few things she absolutely hated about herself. Her feelings were always obvious. Like right now, it was obvious that she was crushing on Noah Scott. Her nervous habits were in full swing. From sliding her hands through her bangs to chewing on her bottom lip, it was absolutely positively impossible for Mallory to hide them.

She was taken out of her fantasy world whenever he spoke again. The accent filled her ears and she smirked. “Okay you caught me, I’m kind of obsessed. I love them. They can get annoying after playing the CD like 72 times, but otherwise I could scream every word for you.” Mallory bit down on her bottom lip, taking the CD from its place and scanning it under the machine. She handed him the headphones. “Now tell me, could I be in that band?” She cleared her throat, waiting for a part that was screaming to come on. The song was none other than ‘Skeet Skeet’. Mallory made sure it was a scream, but not loud enough for the rest of the store to start staring at her. Of course she got a few stares from people that were close by and could hear how similar she sounded to them, but she didn’t care. She would let the people stare. Once she finished the first part of the song, the only screaming part in it, she took the headphones from Noah and bit down on her bottom lip. “I could be the lead singer.” Mallory declared, her voice squeaking a bit since she had practically scarred her throat.

As he described what he thought Brokencyde sounded like, she chuckled. “I also love 3OH!3, but I won’t embarrass you further by singing them too.” She stated, slipping her hands through her hair again. Mallory couldn’t help but laugh when he said that he tried to sound like Chris Martin in the shower. “I bet you’re great. Try singing Lily Allen.” Mallory suggested, crossing her arms across her chest and chewing on her bottom lip. Lily Allen wasn’t nearly as embarrassing as screaming Brokencyde was. Plus, she didn’t plan on singing Lily Allen. She was sure she’d sound much better as her than Brokencyde, but she’d already made a fool out of herself. It was pointless to do it further.

Was her façade really that easy to see through? Mallory wasn’t hurt by the fact that he hadn’t given her any source of contact. She was more hurt by the fact that he had kissed her and then bailed, but she decided to keep her mouth shut. It was obvious that he felt horrible enough without her opening her big mouth and saying something completely unnecessary. “Noah,” She began, but she realized he wasn’t finished and she stopped. Mallory was completely dumbstruck. She’d never been treated with such respect or anything. Her face fell when she realized how horrible he really did feel. Mallory suddenly felt like crap for even being the tiniest bit hurt when he was over here feeling terrible.

All of a sudden, he pulled out a tube of lipstick. Mallory raised a brow and gave another chuckle. “No, no, I didn’t think you were a transvestite.” She stopped, feeling badly for interrupting yet again. Her jaw dropped when he went into further detail. She actually had to reach up and push her mouth shut before shaking her head and then beaming. “Noah, you’re probably the nicest person I’ve ever met. You shouldn’t feel horrible for anything, trust me.” She began. Trust you? He barely knows you. Remember, you don’t give trust away like a present. “Don’t apologize; it probably just slipped your mind. I could understand why.” She said, flashing him another grin. “I know you’ll always be there. I believe you.” Mallory nodded, tucking some of her hair behind her ears. “But I hope you know that the promise goes both ways. I’m always here for you too. When I say always, I mean it. I don’t go back on promises. In fact, I don’t even think I’m capable of doing so. The guilt would be terrible.” She shook her head. “Anyway, it’s not one-sided.” And then she had her number written in lipstick on her arm.

He apologized for that, and she quickly shook her head. “Nope, it’s fine.” Mallory reached into her purse, pulling out her LG Shine cell phone. She slid up the phone, writing his name and then looking at her arm for the number. She punched the numbers in, and then highlighted the words ‘Picture ID’. Mallory quickly turned her phone around, aiming it in Noah’s direction. “Hey Noah, give me a smile,” She took the picture too quickly for him to even try to smile. “Oh, look, too late.” Mallory teased, shutting the phone and shoving it back into her purse. “I don’t need a picture anyway. I could never forget your face.”

Just as quickly as Mallory had screamed for Noah, he was singing to her, and just as quickly as he had made her smile before, she could feel it creeping up on her face again. She felt her heartbeat quicken and her stomach churn, the butterflies getting quicker in movement. She was speechless for awhile. The gesture was so cute and sweet and she was just searching for the words, but she was truly speechless. After a few seconds, she grinned at him, being able to only get out two words.

“You’re amazing.”

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OUTFIT ?! click me!
LOCATION ?! westview mall.
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PLAYING ?! 1980 and crush. 'nuff said.
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[noah scott]

H A D I T B E E N A N O T H E R D A Y I M I G H T H A V E L O O K E D T H E O T H E R W A Y

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He chuckled at her comment about being obsessed with Brokencyde. Okay, so she lost quite a few cool points because of that. Not because she was obsessed – he was obsessed with bands too – it was that she was obsessed with Brokencyde. They sounded like a bunch of white guys trying to sound black, which Noah thought was pretty stupid. In his opinion, the only person who could pull that shit off was Eminem. If someone wasn’t Eminem, they just seemed dumb for even trying to seem black. “That’s kinda gay, but I can get it for you,” he said, smirking. And then he realized that he’d just quoted Superbad – and had offered to buy her CD for her at the same time.

Fuck my life.

Well, he couldn’t just go back on his offer now. Taking a few steps around Mallory, he grabbed the CD she’d just shoved back in place and added it to his pile. Blue Oyster Cult, Lady Gaga, and Brokencyde. What an eclectic little bunch he had there. All of a sudden, she was sticking ear phones on his head. What the heck? And then the brutal sounds of Brokencyde fills his ears again – what the heck?! Again?! There was another voice, too, one that was clearly more awesome than the ones on the recording. It also sounded more… feminine. Furrowing his brow, Noah scanned the store for a girl who could be screaming along to the song. His eyes landed on Mallory. Wait, what the heck times three?

Taking the headphones off, he placed them back on the holder and looked down at Mallory, awestruck. “Not gonna lie, that was wicked awesome,” Noah commented after a moment of gawking. “How the hell do you even do that? I can’t do that and I’m a guy,” he added, befuddled. He heard her voice squeak and he smiled, wrapping an arm around her shoulder. “You sound pretty sore. How about we blow this popsicle stand and get some tea? I don’t know if you like tea or not, but it would probably help your throat.”

Good job, Noah. Possibly one of the worst pickup lines ever.

He steered her along, listening to her next few comments with a grin on his features. “Girl, Lily Allen ain’t got nothin’ on you,” he said, laughing lightly. He shook his head fervently when Mallory said he was great. “I’m really not. And I always have to take showers in the nighttime now, because when I took them in the morning, JimJam would hit the bathroom door till I shut up,” he informed her. There was nothing more embarrassing than finishing Yellow to the beat of your sister telling you to shut up. “I love that girl to death, but if Simon Cowell ever met her, he would run. She’s entirely too critical for a six-year-old.”

By the time Noah had finished explaining Jenny’s escapades, they were at the checkout counter. “Hold that thought,” he interjected, shuffling up to the counter. As the cashier scanned his three CD’s, he fished for a few bills in his pocket and handed them to the employee. Pocketing the change, he grabbed the bag and turned back to Mallory. Digging into the bag, he conjured up the Brokencyde CD and handed it to Mallory gingerly. “And that would be yours,” he said with a smile.

Ambling out of the music store, he listened carefully to her next few statements. “Noah, you’re probably the nicest person I’ve ever met. I’m always here for you, too. It’s not one-sided.” At her words, Noah flushed a deep red. He hated when people complimented him – he never knew how to take them. “Thank you,” he murmured, altogether too flustered. In all honesty, he still couldn’t believe her. He couldn’t really believe anyone when they told them they’d be there for him. Kelsey had said that dozens of times and never once had she meant it. Anyone could say anything and then fail to deliver. He wanted to think Mallory was better than doing that, but he could never be too sure.

Noah winced after realizing she’d taken a picture of him. Well, fuck. “I hate pictures,” he informed her, smirking. He was painfully unphotogenic, and he’d probably look worse on a cell phone camera anyways. Rummaging in his pockets again, Noah got out his iPhone. It was probably the only relatively non-shitty piece of technology he owned. Aiming it at Mallory, he quickly snapped a picture and smiled. “A gorgeous photo and you didn’t even have to smile,” he said, laying on the feta. Looking back at her, he smirked. “And now, just because I have to ask… can I have yo numba? Yeah, my little kwa-sont. WORK DAT UP-DO.”

Well, that wasn’t creepy at all. He didn’t really feel creepy, though, because Mallory seemed to get a kick out of everything he did. Hopefully she’d seen MadTV at least once in her life so he didn’t look like a total douche. At her next comment, Noah smiled. He reached down and took her hand, lacing their fingers together as gently as he could. “It’s because I’m with you, of course,” he added cheesily, chuckling. “By the way, I wanted to ask you this earlier but I kind of… chickened out, I guess. This may sound lame, but I go swing dancing every Saturday night and it’d be fantastic if you wanted to go with me one of these days. If you’re not busy.”

It was only then that Noah realized they’d walked all the way to Starbucks. Well, he had suggested tea to soothe her throat. He wasn’t the biggest fan of coffee or tea, but if she wanted it, he’d get a cup and force it down. It was the least he could do. “They have tea here, if your throat hurts. Or you could always get something else if you wanted.”

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Brokencyde was probably Mallory’s guilty pleasure, especially when she was angry. She’d shut her bedroom door and make sure Adrianne wasn’t home so she didn’t come running in and laugh at her. Then she’d blast the CD and start screaming like she was part of the band. It was probably one of her biggest secrets, considering it was really embarrassing. She looked up at Noah when he called it gay and quoted Superbad. She was also obsessed with that movie. “Alrighty then, Seth,” Mallory winked, grinning at him. Any other time, she would have protested him buying her a CD, but it wasn’t like she had the money, and he was offering, so she went with it. Her eyes followed the CD into his basket and another smile appeared on her face. “Lady Gaga? Get it giiiiirl,” Mallory teased, quickly hip bumping him and then giving him another one of her sheepish grins. She would just have to hope he knew she was kidding. She obviously didn’t think Noah was a girl. She was very much attracted to him, and she was sure she wasn’t a lesbian.

Mallory bit down on her bottom lip, letting him compliment her scream. It was a hidden talent of hers. No one expected a tiny girl to be able to work up a gravely voice and growl into her fist as if it was a microphone. You couldn’t forget the head bang that went with it. It was a trademark. She crossed her arms across her chest, laughing softly at how much awe he was in. She didn’t think that she was that great at it. “It took lots and lots of practice and millions of blue raspberry slushies.” Mallory explained, feeling rather silly now. “At first I couldn’t even begin to do it without a slushie beforehand. Now it just kind of comes naturally.” The girl grinned, slicking a hand through her hair again.

Her eyes widened when he offered to get her tea. Had he just asked her on a date? She nodded, walking beside him. “Sounds good to me,” Mallory agreed with a silent nod. “I actually like tea a lot.” She confirmed, continuing to walk with him. His little sister sounded absolutely adorable. Mallory let out another laugh, shaking her head. “I can’t sing in the shower. I share a bathroom with Adrianne and Colleen, so usually when I’m in the shower one of them is brushing their teeth and the other is blow drying their hair. We have a whole cycle.” She said, nodding. Mallory realized that she had just told Noah their bathroom cycle, but half of her really didn’t care. She didn’t mind sharing things like that with Noah. He didn’t seem to mind how crazy she was at times.

She silenced when he got to the check out, leaning against the counter as he paid. Mallory felt a bit bad for letting him buy her a CD. They had just run into each other. It wasn’t like it was planned or anything. She decided she’d have to cook something in return, because at the time she didn’t have any money. She’d have to figure out what he liked best for dessert, but she’d have to be very conspicuous about it so he didn’t expect her to be baking him anything. As he handed her the CD, she flashed him a grin, opening her purse and sticking it in there. “You didn’t have to do that, silly,” Mallory stated, turning on her heel to walk out of the store. “Thank you,”

Mallory nudged him playfully, seeing his cheeks flush. “Don’t be embarrassed when I tell you the truth.” She smirked, then gasped whenever she realized he had taken a picture. “Noah Scott, you better delete that!” Mallory demanded, still smiling. She knew he wouldn’t, she just had to hope it wasn’t a terrible picture. He confirmed that it wasn’t by saying it was gorgeous. Mallory shook her head in disagreement, the color slowly making its way to her cheeks. She glanced up at him when he asked for her number. “Of course,” Mallory slid open her cell phone, going through her contacts and searching for Noah’s name. She sent him a test text so he could save the number. Mallory didn’t even remember her number half the time. “That reminded me of something I saw on the news the other day, and I wanted to call and tell you but I couldn’t,” Mallory began. “There was this little black boy, and he stole his grandma’s Durango and drove all over the place and hit a mailbox, and then he was all ‘yo, doin’ bad things is fun!’ and I was laughing so hard. Then it came on that he went to the market with his grandma, and she wouldn’t let him buy chicken wings, so he ordered them himself, got them and threw them at her.” Mallory shook her head, realizing how corny the story was. “I think his name was Latania or something. Typical black kid’s name.”

“It’s because I’m with you, of course,”

Mallory turned to look at him, smiling in complete awe. Boys never treated her that way. She shook her head, grinning at him. “You are the cutest kid ever,” She complimented again, laughing softly. She felt his hand in hers, and then looked down, seeing their fingers laced. Mallory could feel her spirits rising just because she had her hand in his. She always thought holding hands in public was adorable. It was a sign of affection, but also it made her feel like she was no longer alone. She was connected to Noah, and she didn’t want to let go.

Swing dancing? She grinned. Mallory loved finding out these things about Noah. It’s what made him different from the other boys. She nodded, agreeing to the date. “I’ve never gone swing dancing before. I’m usually in hip hop or gymnastics, but I will definitely give it a try.” She glanced up at Noah, just beaming at him. He was truly one of her favorite people in the world. Not only because he bought her CD’s and tea, but because he wasn’t afraid to be crazy with her in public, and because he was the first boy she had let in her life in a long time. She didn’t plan to let go anytime soon. "I would love tea,"

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TAGGED ?! el capitaaan/alyssa/lyzzer (noah)
STATUS ?! complete.
WORDS ?! 1,064
OUTFIT ?! click me!
LOCATION ?! westview mall.
LYRICS ?! the man who can't be moved - the script
PLAYING ?! uhh lotsa stuff.
NOTES ?! one name?! ONE NAME?! WHO ARE YOU, SEAL!?
CREDIT ?! _and_heartsxx of CAUTION![/center]

[noah scott]

H A D I T B E E N A N O T H E R D A Y I M I G H T H A V E L O O K E D T H E O T H E R W A Y

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Noah was happy. Despite the fact that his mom had given him twenty bucks for gas money… he’d survive and get Mallory her CD instead. Just as he mentioned it, she… hip bumped him? Had he not had one manly bone in his body, he would’ve gone flying into the nearest wall because of that. She was pretty strong for a girl of her size. “Damn, girl,” he said, trying to sound ghetto to no avail. “You got dem baby birthin’ hips!” Wait, WHAT?! Noah wasn’t the sharpest crayon in the box, but he knew that probably sounded offensive. “I mean… what I meant to say was, you’re really strong. Some girl said that to me as I was walking down the hall and I was just like, ‘WHAT?’ And yes, Lady Gaga. She is surprisingly good.” And he thought she was hot. But he wasn’t going to say that to Mallory and fuck something else up.

As they meandered through the mall, Noah smirked. “So tell me, why do you need a blue slushie to accomplish that?” he asked, genuinely intrigued. Couldn’t you use something else, like a stick of butter? Wait… no. That made no sense. But just using blue slushies didn’t make sense to him at all. “To tell you the truth, I’ve never actually had a slushie. I guess I’m two steps behind,” he added, chuckling. He wasn’t very big on stuff like slushies and Icees and snow cones. They all seemed kind of lame to him. Why would you get a cherry slushie when you could just eat cherries? They probably didn’t even taste like cherries, anyway. Why would you get something cherry-flavored if it didn’t even taste like cherries?

“That makes one of us,” he commented in response to her tea comment, laughing. “People find it surprising that I’m not a tea person. It’s kind of like, newsflash, not everyone from England drinks tea and chats it up with the Queen. Actually, you’d be hard pressed to find anyone who chats it up with the Queen.” He listened as she explained her bathroom cycle with her sisters. He had one of those cycles with Jenny. It wasn’t for the bathroom, but they had an entire morning routine. He’d wake up first, then wake Jenny up. She’d get dressed, he’d go downstairs and get her cereal out, and then she’d come downstairs while he brushed his teeth and shaved. She’d change the channel on the TV in the kitchen a million times until Noah came down and was ready for school. Then they’d eat breakfast together and watch the Powerpuff Girls, Jenny’s favorite cartoon. Noah had always liked the Jetsons better, so they alternated. They’d argue over who was the better Powerpuff girl – Noah liked Buttercup’s resilient nature and Jenny liked Bubbles’ kindness toward others. They both agreed that Astro was the best Jetson, though, so every other day would be peaceful. Occasionally they would get into fights about Mojo Jojo or Jane and George, but they’d always make up. Jenny would say “Another day, another dollar!” and Noah would drive her to school. It was a great cycle. “I have something like that with my sister in the morning.”


“No problem,” Noah stated simply, grinning down at Mallory. He really didn’t mind getting the CD for her – the gas tank was already full in his mom’s car so the twenty she’d given him served practically no purpose. Laughing at her next comment, he shrugged. “The truth is conditional, I guess,” he insisted. He grinned toothily when she proclaimed that he had to delete the picture. “Oh, hush, you,” he said, showing the picture to her. It really was a good picture, not one of those awkward candid ones where someone’s mouth was half-open. She was smiling, in response to something he’d said, Noah guessed. “See? It’s a nice picture,” he informed her, saving it. A moment later he heard Paul McCartney’s familiar voice. His ringtone – ‘I’ve Just Seen a Face’ – made him smile. Well, this certainly was a fitting situation. Glancing at the screen, he read the text out loud. “I see you,” he read, grinning. “GOD?!” he sent back.

Noah listened as she explained the epic quest of Latania and the Chicken Wangz. He let out a laugh, shaking his head. “My name’s Darell. It’s spelled like Darell, but it’s said like da-RELL. I just wan’ let chu know, tha backa yo head is ra-DICALUS,” he explained, trying his hardest to sound like Darell from the MadTV skit. He wasn’t sure of whether she’d seen it or not… but he could always try. It was probably one of the funniest things he’d seen in awhile.

“I would beg to differ,” he murmured in response to her compliment, smirking. He smiled as she agreed to the date. “You’ll love it,” he insisted, beaming. As they reached Starbucks, he eyed the menu with curiosity. “What kind of tea do you like? They seem to have a million different types here.”

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Mallory knew she was strong. This was one of the many things she took advantage of. It was easy to pick Colleen up and throw her across the room or shove Carter if he was in the way. Mallory didn’t pull those stunts often though. They only happened when she was really angry or playing around with them. She remembered the first time she shocked them into complete oblivion. Mallory had wanted to go to sleep. She had a cold, she had exams, and to add onto the mess of emotions, she was on her period. Colleen was oh so conveniently in her bed, on her laptop. Mallory needed both of these items to study and to sleep. Of course, Colleen refused to move. So Mallory in turn, put her arms under Colleen, lifted her off of her bed and dropped her onto the hardwood floor of her bedroom. She was pretty sure she caught the eyes of her siblings and bruised Colleen’s ass pretty badly. That would just teach them not to screw around with her.

It was amazing how effortlessly Noah could make Mallory smile. She’d never met someone that could do that. It was one of the main reasons she felt so attached to Noah. The other reason was that he knew her secret. She knew he wouldn’t tell, even if they weren’t so close. There was just that part of her that was connected to him. The secret might have had nothing to do with it. Her family didn’t know how she felt about Landon. They extended holiday invitations and tried so desperately to keep him in their family. Mallory hated how she would always think about him, even when she was at her happiest. Was he happy? What was he even doing at that very moment? She remembered the last phone call, how she found herself sitting on the edge of her bed trembling.

She honestly didn’t have the guts to go to one of her family members and cry to them. Mallory kept it bottled up until she could no longer, and usually, that was a long time. She had taken all she could take, and that day, she found herself breaking down. It wasn’t out of being upset, and it wasn’t because she was depressed. No, that wasn’t it at all. In fact, she was furious. It was almost like Landon was embarrassed to call her his sister, or Lauren his mother, or Ben his father. Her mother had beat cancer. She figured Landon should be grateful as hell that he even still had his mother. He called her about once a week, trying to explain to her what was wrong. No matter how many times she heard his explanation, she knew she would never understand. Mallory knew that she would never understand how her brother could abandon her and the rest of his family at their time of need, even if he was under a lot of pressure.

The fact of the matter was that Mallory was under pressure too. It was his main excuse. He also used the excuse that he had gotten hired in a different city in Pennsylvania. She never did hear about what exactly this job was. She kind of figured that he was lying to cover up the cold truth. The cold truth was that Landon was a coward, and Mallory was the brave lion. As corny as that sounded, that’s what she always thought whenever she wanted to put him down. Mallory had all that anger inside of her, bottled up and completely hidden. She made it seem like Landon had hurt her more than pissed her off when she told Noah. That wasn’t a lie. Landon did hurt her. But it made her so mad that whenever she thought about it for too long, she felt herself wanting to punch something. Mallory always wanted to think of stupid excuses for the anger, but the only one was that she was full of pride and she wanted to use all of it against Landon.

Slowly she began to realize how angry all of this thinking was really making her, and she was not about to screw things up with Noah again. Mallory looked at their linked hands, and then let her eyes trail up to see his face. The anger began to melt away and her smile appeared again. Wait, what? Baby birthin’ hips? Mallory tilted her head to the side with a crooked smile. She wasn’t offended, just intrigued. Then he explained, and she breathed a laugh. “That sounds like an insult on your part if somebody said it to you.” Mallory chuckled, shaking her head. Lady gaga was a good artist. Mallory actually loved her. She used to want to make routines with her music, but routines for competitions were not allowed to have words. Lady Gaga’s music obviously had words.

“Well, blue because blue raspberry completely owns any other slushie flavor and a slushie because it soothed my throat.” Mallory explained with a nod. She liked Cherry and sometimes Lime, but blue was definitely her number one favorite. Even if it did dye her teeth and tongue blue, it was well worth the embarrassment. In fact sometimes just to creep people out, she’d go around and stick her tongue out at random people. They probably thought she was insane. Mallory, on the other hand, found herself completely hilarious. Mallory’s jaw dropped, and she looked up at Noah. “Never?” She inquired, her eyes wide. “Where have you been, Noah?”

Mallory giggled, turning to face him. “You’re right. I was kind of surprised that you didn’t like tea.” She admitted, trying not to sound too ditzy. “I didn’t think you were chillin’ with queenie or anything. She’s pretty important.” Mallory gave another crooked smile, and then realized how offensive that sounded. “Oh, not that you’re not important. You are.” Mallory stated, nodding. All of a sudden, she felt her phone vibrate and heard ‘Boom Boom Pow’. That was a definite mood killer. Mallory used her free hand, shoving it in her bag and grinning when she saw ‘1 New Message; Noah’. God?! The girl smiled, writing him back as quickly as she could with one hand. ‘No… it’s your mother fucking conscience. :)’

She found her jaw dropping for the second time in the past few minutes. “Carter showed me that on Youtube the other day, Darrell.” Mallory commented with a grin. “I’m sorry, Noah, I just don’t give my number out in movie theatres.” She gave him a fake wince, then smiled again, letting him know that it was obviously fake. Mallory took a minute to let it sink in, then shook her head. “No, no I think I’m right.” Mallory stated, referring to calling him cute.

Her eyes scanned the menu, raising a brow. “Tazo Green tea? Never had it, but its green tea, and I can handle that.” Mallory nodded, leaning forward a bit to see his phone in his hand. She reached across, very cautiously and slid the phone out of his hand and into her own. Mallory scanned the phone, trying to figure out how to get to the contacts. When she finally found them, she quickly clicked on her name. The ring tone had to be something cute, she had decided. Mallory let herself browse her own songs and set her ring tone on his phone to ‘Lean on Me’. Of course, it was corny, but she thought it was cute too. Then, she leaned forward again, slipping the phone back into his hand. Now she just had to hope he didn’t notice.

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STATUS ?! complete.
WORDS ?! 1,274
OUTFIT ?! click me!
LOCATION ?! westview mall.
LYRICS ?! the man who can't be moved - the script
PLAYING ?! the rocket sumer & red jumpsuit apparatus..
NOTES ?! do you like to wear orange? is orange your favorite color? i will put you in a jump suit bitch. i will beat your ass with a brick and say it was self defense, yes i will.
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[noah scott]

H A D I T B E E N A N O T H E R D A Y I M I G H T H A V E L O O K E D T H E O T H E R W A Y

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Noah looked down as Mallory’s grip on his hand tightened then loosened. What the heck? Wait, what did I do? he found himself thinking, staring down at her quizzically for awhile. For a boy as bright as him, he was horrible at putting two and two together. He didn’t once think that she was upset about Landon again – he was wondering if she was pissed that he’d bought her a CD. Really, who would be pissed if someone bought them a CD? Noah knew he wouldn’t. He’d be happy to get a free CD. Maybe Mallory was on her period? Still, if that was Mallory on her period, Noah would be a little frightened…

He wasn’t really quite sure of what to do at this point. Asking about it would make things a little awkward… well, more awkward than they already were. Usually, kissing someone the first time you met them and taking them on a date the second time was extremely awkward. Any other person would probably be considered a total creep for pulling moves like that. But when Noah was with Mallory, it all seemed… natural, in a way, like she wouldn’t care about how spontaneous Noah was being. Still, he didn’t want to weigh the conversation down with any more awkwardness, so he merely squeezed her hand a little and smiled down at her. Hopefully she’d get the right message.

He smirked slightly at her next comment. “You know, I actually didn’t get it till a few minutes afterward. I just kind of turned to her and went ‘my hips don’t lie’ for some reason and then walked away. And then later I was just kind of like, ‘What? Does that mean I have abnormally large hips for a man?’ And then I took a moment to decide on whether or not I was fat. Then I got a Twizzler. It was jolly,” Noah explained, shrugging. Jolly? Who are you, Santa? he thought to himself, smirking once again. The things he said when he wasn’t thinking properly astounded him. “Not jolly as in Santa. Jolly as in the Queen of Twizzlertopia. Ju kno, contax?”

… okay Chonga Chichi.

“Is blue the blue raspberry flavor? Or blueberry or something? If it is, that sounds kind of gross. No offense or anything,” he joked, laughing. Noah had never been a big fan of blueberries in general. When he was in elementary school, some kid had thrown one at him during snack time and it’d stained his shirt. His mom had tried to use a Tide To Go pen on it and it hadn’t worked. Needless to say, Noah was not very fond of blueberries. “I personally prefer cherry-flavored stuff. People usually hate anything cherry-flavored. One of my friend said cherry flavoring tastes like medicine. I don’t really get that, though. It doesn’t to me. But then again, I always liked the taste of medicine. Nyquil and Pepto Bismol especially.” It was true – Nyquil and Pepto Bismol were the bee’s knees… or something less cliché.

If his hand wasn’t linked with Mallory’s, Noah would have folded his arms over his chest and feigned anger. Everyone he’d met here had assumed he loved tea. Really, he never saw the allure of tea. It was like a lame version of coffee, and coffee was pretty gross anyway. “I’ve met the Queen, actually,” he said in all serious, keeping his face straight to see Mallory’s reaction. Okay, so he’d never actually met the Queen and he probably never would. He still wanted to see what Mallory would do, though. It’d be pretty funny if she believed it. After a moment or so, he heard the faint sound of ‘Lean By Me.’ What on earth? “That’s… not… my… ringtone,” Noah cried, chuckling. Okay, if Mallory didn’t get that reference, Noah would probably die. It was such an opportune moment, though. ‘No, it’s your conscience. ’ Eyes widening, Noah quickly texted back. ‘Am I dead?!’

He hadn’t actually noticed when Mallory took his phone. That was probably a bad thing – any skank-ass hood rat could be trying to jock his phone. He was pretty sure Mallory wasn’t a skank-ass hood rat, though, so he was okay with it. “Very clever, McKenzie. Let’s all pick on Noah’s small attention span,” he joked, smirking. Looking back up at the menu, he found the drink marked ‘Tazo green tea’ and took a look at it. It seemed like normal green tea, only stuck in a spiffy Starbucks cup with an entirely too Photoshopped background. “God, they doctor their photos like the drinks are actual models. Must totally degrade their self-confidence. I mean, look at this poor smoothie. It’s got nothing on this Tazo Green Tea hoopla. What if it thinks it’s not skinny enough? ‘Oh, no, let me go throw up!’”

Okay, so that was a little out there. As Mallory stepped closer to the counter, though, Noah stared at the back of her head. All of a sudden, everything clicked. “GURL, THA BACK OFYO HEAD IS RA-DICALUS!” he exclaimed, perhaps a little too loudly. A few people sitting at the tables stared at him quizzically. “Darell, guys! Darell!” he explained, sighing slightly and shuffling back up to Mallory.”These people. No sense of humor,” he muttered, shrugging. Oh well. Mallory would probably find it funny. As long as someone got the spectacular reference, everything was good.

It was their turn in line and Noah stepped up to the counter, smiling. “Why, hello there!” he chirped to the disgruntled employee behind the counter. “Can I get two tall Tazo green teas?” he asked, watching as the employee punched his order into the machine.

“And your names, sir?”

Noah smiled. “My name would be Will, and this lovely lady right here is Boomsheeka,” he explained carefully, stifling laughter as the employee stopped writing and looked up at him. Maintaining a serious face, he added, “What? You’ve never met a Boomsheeka before?” he asked. “Um, isn’t Boomsheeka a Snack Pack?” the employee asked, smiling slightly. Noah smirked, shaking his head. “Dig this, young padawan. You’ve heard people who are in romantic cahoots with each other call each other ‘puddin’, right?” he asked, grinning as the employee nodded. “Snack Packs are pudding. I’m sorry I do not want to refer to this dame as an inanimate foodstuff.”

The employee chuckled and began working on their drinks. Turning to Mallory, Noah grinned. “Starbucks people deal with way too much shit every day. Thought I’d lighten up the mood a bit. Everyone needs a few funnies every once in awhile.”

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[mallory mckenzie]

if one day you wake up and find that you're missing me,
AND YOUR HEART STARTS TO WONDER WHERE ON THIS EARTH I COULD BE

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Mallory wasn’t going to let Landon ruin this date. It was already going rather perfectly. She wasn’t sure why she felt so content with Noah. She was reminded whenever he gave her hand a gentle squeeze back. Mallory hadn’t even noticed that she’d tightened her grip on his hand. She blushed and gave him a sheepish grin. Hopefully he’d shake it off and forget she did it too. Absent mindedly, she leaned to one side, letting her head lay on his shoulder. It was just so natural. She was sure people would be surprised if they saw her with a boy. Mallory was a little bit of a flirt, but she never stuck around with a guy long enough to really make it a relationship. This was mainly because she was so much more outgoing than most boys. She remembered having that conversation with Noah and he had reassured her that she was unique. Well, for Noah’s information, Mallory thought he was pretty unique too.

She watched the people walking by her, some couples much like them. Wait, were they even a couple? Mallory thought about this, wondering if they were just casual or something else. She knew she didn’t necessarily want him to be with anybody else. She was worried that there would be a commitment issue. It was obvious that Noah was cute. There had to be girls other than her chasing after him. She didn’t doubt Noah at all. Mallory doubted herself. She’d never actually been in a committed relationship, and it felt like she was speeding right to one.
His explanation of what the term baby birthing hips meant. She lifted her head briefly, giving him a small frown and then poking him in the side. “You are not fat, Noah.” Mallory stated with a rather matter-of-fact nod. If he was fat, Mallory hated to say it, but she probably wouldn’t be standing there right now. She wasn’t judgmental or anything, but fat people just gave her the creeps sometimes. She didn’t tease them and she didn’t talk badly about them. It was more like a love/hate relationship with fat people and Mallory. Most fat people envied her mainly because she was thin.

With that Chongalicious comment, somehow she managed to turn around while still holding his hand. “Look at da back, look at da back, that’s classy,” She spun on her heel so that she was facing the counter again, her hand still linked in his. For some odd reason, Mallory felt like if she let go of his hand, he would go away. She knew it wasn’t true, but it was like the feeling she got when she rode the swings at Hershey Park. She always held onto Adrianne’s hand, and while they would be flying through the air, she’d be afraid if she let go of her, she’d fall to the ground and to her death. It was stupid, but a true fear to her. She felt the same way when they would ride the Tilt-A-Whirl with Roman. Mallory would think that they would collide with the other vehicle and Roman would get hurt if she didn’t hold on tight to him. He was getting a bit old for that, but she still did it.

“Yeah, it’s blue raspberry. No offense taken. I like Cherry too, but it does taste like medicine after awhile. It tastes more like Robitussin or something like that.” Mallory ranted, laughing softly. “Cough syrup always made my throat feel worse. I’d drink it and then ask my mom when I’m going to feel better, but it never did. It made my throat itch and then burn.” She pouted, remembering the terrible taste of Robitussin. It tasted like what she thought hell would taste like.

Mallory’s jaw dropped when Noah said that he had met the queen. Was he serious or not? She went with the ladder, deciding that he wasn’t serious. “Oh really? I’ve met Chonga Chichi. Yeah, I have. I was the one who came up with the jumpsuit sketch, seriously.” She teased, pushing some stray hair out of her eyes. A few seconds later she was laughing again. “Don’t check the voicemail!” She exclaimed with fake fear.

“I am truly offended.” Mallory pressed her other hand to her chest, making it seem like he had given her an emotional wound. “Why would you ever accuse me of such a horrid thing?” She couldn’t keep a straight face for long before a small smile crept up on her face, giving away the fake pain. “Poor smoothie. I have to buy one of those next time I come here just so it doesn’t feel left out.”

Boomsheeka? What?

She began to understand shortly after he made his explanation to the cashier. Mallory chuckled, looking down at her feet. “I’ll remember not to call you puddin’,” She grinned, glancing back up at Noah. “You’re right, they do need it. Those stupid teenagers come here and ruin everything for them.”



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TAGGED ?! el capitaaan/alyssa/lyzzer (noah)
STATUS ?! complete.
WORDS ?! 831
OUTFIT ?! click me!
LOCATION ?! westview mall.
LYRICS ?! the man who can't be moved - the script.
PLAYING ?! carrie underwood, michael jackson & breathe carolina !
NOTES ?! chongalicious is not in the dictionary.
CREDIT ?! _and_heartsxx of CAUTION!

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