Jailhouse Rock

[TRAVON MALCOLM HARRIS]

It wasn't like it wasn't deserved...

LAST NIGHT...
Some Party, Somewhere

Trey was doing his thing. Having a good time. Hair down and just letting loose. Well...his hair wasn't enough to let down, but it was just an expression. With a drink in his hand, he had an arm around one of his homies as the recited the lines to a song together. It wasn't really singing. There was something about drunken slurring and yelling at the top of your lungs that simply made it too horrid to be called singing. As he broke away, he went into a reject and began to jerk. His skinny legs causing his body to look like he was skipping backwards, yet standing in place. Though it probably wasn't a good idea, since you know...he was drunk. Needless to say, he stumbled into someone who pushed him back to his boys.

"Yo. Chill."

That should've been the end of that conversation. He went back to what he was doing, and the other guy's girl grabbed him and they left. Trey shook it off and went back to enjoying the evening.

The night died down and he was passed out on the couch when someone tapped his legs. Looking up through narrowed eyes, the sign to leave was universal. As the kid pointed at the door, he looked at it and then began to gather his thoughts and inner Chi, hanging on to any pinch of "Sober" that may be in his system, he rose to his feet and stumbled toward the door. Shaking the cobwebs loose, he stood tall and walked surprisingly well considering the fact not even 2 minutes ago he was blacked out drunk. Opening the door, he walked outside. Licking his dry lips, he looked left and then right, before looking down at his phone to call a cab. And that's when it happened. Catching a fist in the face, he somehow managed to hold onto his phone as his arms flailed and he fell on his ass.

He didn't even remember who this guy was. It was the dude he bumped into earlier. As he looked up, as a reflex, he caught the guys foot. Tackling him to the ground, he mounted him and began to drive his fist into his arms, hands, and occassianally catching him in the face. Someone saw it...and the police were called.

PRESENT...
Precinct

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Trey's hand hurt like a bitch. Shaking it as he picked up the phone, he dialed the only person he could think of that could help. Calling home was suicide. He'd knew he'd be in for it if his mom knew about this. He'd have to tell her eventually, but not like this. He and Avery had gotten really close, so he figured that she was his best bet. The phone was ringing as he looked at the cop. Apparently no charges were being filed. He caught a break. But they still treated him like a criminal. Though he was lucky all he had was a swollen lip and swollen hand.

"Hey Avery. I'm down at the precinct. Could you pick me up?"

WORDS: 542 | TAG: Jude as Avery | NOTES: <3

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[AVERY JUSTICE TATE]

Avery was enjoying her slumber; there was something relaxing about her nice, comfy, warm bed that made her enjoy sleeping just that much more. Last night had been pretty crazy, she had been dragged out to some party in the middle of nowhere and she barely remembered how she got home last night. She passed out before it was even one o’clock, she remembered that much. She had gotten drunk and fast; so her friends had dragged her back home from what she could grasp from her clouded memory, but she wasn’t feeling hung-over, which she probably would have to thank Rilegih for later, since the girl had practically shoved Tylenol and water in her face as soon as they had walked through the door of Avery’s large house. Where the girl was now, was beyond Avery, but she didn’t really care at this point. She was quite content cuddling her body pillow and enjoying the dreams that were invading her mind now. Not that she’d ever admit to what her dreams were about out loud, but they were nice for her and she was going to enjoy them while she still could. She wouldn’t even tell her best friend about the dreams and she told her everything. Chewing on her bottom lip in her sleep, she could feel the smile tugging at the corner of her lips. She definitely didn’t want to wake up from this dream; it was far too good right now.

There was ringing in her dream right now and it seemed dangerously out of place. It was her ringtone; her cell phone was ringing in her dream? Make it stop, she kept thinking, not wanting to pull away from her dream now. She had too much invested now. But it wouldn’t stop. Rolling over on to her side she blindly reached for her cell phone and picked it up, running her hand through her hair as she hit the accept button and put the phone to her ear, Hello? She questioned, opening her eyes slightly only to shut them the instant the bright sun hurt her eyes. Trey? What the hell? She glanced at the time on the clock and made a small grumbling noise. The precinct? Are you serious… I… yeah, I’ll be right there… give me like fifteen… She mumbled a bit and shook her head as she hung up the phone. Pulling herself out of bed, she moved to the bathroom and jumped in the shower. That’s when it hit her, Trey was at the precinct. She showered and changed in record time before grabbing her things and heading down town.

She didn’t even do her hair or her make-up which was usually a huge no-no for Avery when she was going out in public. Instead she tossed her wet hair in to a high ponytail, slipped on a pair of sunglasses, jeans shorts and a tank top and made her way out to her Audi. She didn’t know how the hell Trey ended up at the precinct and she wasn’t quite sure if she wanted to find out either. Biting down on her bottom lip, she pulled up to the precinct and looked up at it. As much as she liked to rebel and have a good time, the idea of jail and police always creeped her out. She put on her best smile and grabbed her purse and headed up the steps to the front door. Once she entered the precinct she looked around to see if she could find anyone that would help her out. Chewing on her bottom lip she headed to a woman that looked somewhat friendly and cleared her throat, Excuse me, I’m looking for Travon Harris… I’m here to pick him up. She tucked a few strands of her dark hair behind her ear, her gaze moving around the precinct quickly, wondering if she could spot Trey anywhere in the mist of all the police and criminals that seemed to be filtering around.

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[TRAVON MALCOLM HARRIS]

It was good to hear her voice. Avery had always been a friend of his, even though recently he's been reaping some benefits out of their little arrangement. When they were younger, he used to pick on her in school. It was only customary. That's what boys did. Spit balls, and such with all of his boys. Though in middle school, she started to blossom, and in high school she was Grade A certified Hotness in the flesh. Though he was never one for serious relationships, he was kind of forced into one with her. He denied it, but he liked her. And even though everyone thought they were together, he was still his player self. At least he tried to be, but a lot of people knew that the two of them shared a lot more than a few classes and the same lunch period.

"Please just...oh ok. Thank you so much."

Hanging up the phone, he looked up at the cop and then over his shoulder. They wanted him to call his parents, but he was always to convince them that his mother was working and wouldn't be able to get off. Lucky for him, he shut her phone off in her sleep. He was pretty sure that the odds of this situation being what it was were highly unlikely, but seeing as how he had never been in any trouble before, maybe they weren't completely against it. After all, he passed the sobriety test, there were no drugs in his system, and he just happened to fall. That's the good part about running from the police. When neither side cooperates, there is no story. But Trey knew that whatever happened between him and that dude wasn't over.

Making his way toward the front, he smiled with his puffy lip as he saw her standing there asking questions. Turning to a window, he got his keys, phone, headphones, and wallet back and signed off on a couple of things. Giving the guy behind the barred windows a sarcastic nod with a peace sign, he turned and walked toward her.

"Mr. Harris at your service."

He knew he'd have some explaining to do. You don't just wake someone up and have them pick you up from jail without having to explain to them what happened. Though he would try. As long as she didn't bring it up, he wouldn't say anything.

"Can we get out of here?"

WORDS: 408 | TAG: Jude as Avery | NOTES: <3

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[AVERY JUSTICE TATE]

Recent events between herself and Trey had made things… interesting, to say the least. Her friends were all pretty sure that she and Trey were dating, even though Avery denied it. Sure, they spent a lot of time together, mostly them hooking up and hanging out, but it wasn’t serious. They had known each other for quite some time, so they had always talked, but lately it seemed like things were changing. Whether or not Avery liked this change, she wasn’t quite sure. She knew that she was developing some sort of feelings for him and as much as she tried to push them away and she tried to hold them off, she just couldn’t seem to get the reins on her emotions, which was exactly why she was out of bed, showered and on her way down to the police station. What sane person did that for someone they didn’t care about? No one, that’s who. She grumbled to herself under her breath and tried to focus on the task at hand, driving to the precinct to pick him up. She really hoped he wasn’t in some sort of big trouble, though she knew that she could toss her father’s name around and she’d have him out in no time, but she didn’t want to do that unless she really had to.

Once she was inside and asking to know where Trey was, she couldn’t help but feel her stomach tie in knots. He had her worried as hell, not to mention slightly ticked off at the fact that she had been woken up to come pick him up from jail. What the hell was that about? As if her emotions weren’t jacked up enough before, now they were really going haywire. Licking her lips, she turned around when she heard his voice, pushing her sunglasses up to the top of her head, she placed her hands on her hips and glared at him just a little bit, What the hell are you doing here, Trey? She questioned him, she felt like a scalding mother, but she couldn’t help it. The concern had been eating away at her and that’s when she noticed his swollen lip. Her eyes got wide and she cupped his face in her hands. What happened to you? Her tone dropped slightly and she looked up to meet his gaze. Swallowing, she nodded her head a little bit at his words, suddenly feeling less pissed off and more concerned now. Yeah, lets get out of here… She tilted her head towards the door and chewed on her bottom lip as she exited the precinct, feeling as though everyone was looking at them. Grumbling under her breath she walked over to the sleek black Audi and unlocked it, C’mon, get in… we’ll go back to my house and get you cleaned up. She stated as she slipped back in to the driver’s seat of her car. Looking back over at him as she pulled out of her parking space, she shook her head slightly, Your mother is going to have your ass, I hope you know that. She smirked a little bit at the thought, and headed off to her house.

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[TRAVON MALCOLM HARRIS]

That look. He felt like he was about to be scolded. He should’ve seen it coming after all. Then the questions started. As his face was cupped in her hands, he looked away from her. It would look as if he were pouting due to his lip, but he simply was trying to avoid eye contact, until his eyes came back around and he made eye contact with her. At least she wasn’t as pissed off as before. In fact, the look on her face made him want to act like a baby and pout and whine and say someone hurt him. She had kind eyes like that, even if he knew all the nasty things that she was capable of. And he was also familiar with her angry side. All too angry. That’s how things were when you get close to someone. Though he wasn’t a punk about his shit.

”I’m good.”

Following her out, he tossed up a peace sign as they exited the precinct. Heading down the steps behind her, he tried to turn on his phone, but it was still dead. He was kind of surprised that he remembered her number by heart. Considering the fact that he didn’t even remember how it got into his phone. As they came to her Audi, he slipped into the passenger side, looking out the window. He let his seat back as far as it would go and would lift an arm so that he could shield himself from the sun. He couldn’t believe that this happened. His mind was racing a little and he was so tired. He hadn’t slept much at all, and he looked the part. Luckily, he had his shades on or else the light would burn his eyes from their sockets. Definitely no bueno. He chuckled as she mentioned his mother. Turning his head and looking in her direction, he shot her a cocky smirk.

”Why do you think I called you and not her?”

His head then rolled back to the side so he could look out the window. Letting out a heavy sigh, he was glad he wouldn’t have to explain this to her. He was able to pass that he was just in the wrong place at the wrong time. Taking another deep breath, his leg began to bounce.

”You sounded like you were sleeping. I’m sorry for waking you. For the record, I was just defending myself.”

Trey remembered what he could from the incident this morning. It was all so stupid. But he really wasn’t at fault here. Had this dude not got all pissy in the first place he never would’ve been in this situation to begin with.

”Some asshole decided it was cool to sucker punch when I was coming out of the party. Though he found out quickly that I hit harder than he does.”

Lifting up his hand, he extended all his fingers as he spoke and then closed them to make a fist. They all moved, so he figured they were just swollen from contact and nothing was broken. He needed to ice it and he’d be fine. His head rolled to the other side so that he could look over at her and he smiled.

”How was your night?”

WORDS: 546 | TAG: Jude as Avery | NOTES: <3

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[AVERY JUSTICE TATE]

The quicker they got out of the precinct the better for both of them, was all Avery could think. For some reason being looked at by creepy cops and criminal made her skin crawl. Sure, she liked attention, but she didn’t like it from men that were old enough to be her father. The thought made her skin crawl and she visibly shuddered. Pushing it to the back of her mind as they walked out of the precinct and out to her car, she glanced over at him and shook her head. She couldn’t believe that she had just picked him up from the police station, her father was a well-known lawyer in the town and she could just imagine the things that were going to be said to him – not that she really cared, because she’d just give him one of her innocent looks and her dad would forget that it ever even happened. That was the great thing about being an only child and having your father wrapped around your finger. She felt a lot better as soon as she was sitting in the seat of her car and away from all of those eyes from the inside. Glancing over at Trey she shook her head slightly and stepped on the gas, I’m not saving your ass when she kills you, if she finds out. She stated with a casual glance at him and then back at the road.

Blowing out a slight breath, she brushed her fingers through her hair and shook her head and rolled her eyes at the thought of him ending up in jail. She just couldn’t figure out what exactly he had done. Though the busted and swollen lip he was sporting gave her a good idea, so she really didn’t have to press with questions. If he wanted to tell her what happened, he would. She wasn’t going to pry in to his life. She wasn’t his girlfriend or anything, so it wasn’t really any of her business what he got in to last night. Though, he sort of did make it her business by calling her to come get him. Raising an eyebrow at her thoughts, she glanced over at him as he started to speak up. Rolling her eyes she shrugged her shoulders, Yeah, I was sleeping and in the middle of a really good dream, too. She snickered sarcastically, even though it really was the truth, he didn’t need to know that. But it’s not problem, I’d rather you call me then get your ass reamed by your mother. She grinned a little bit, knowing exactly how his mother would react if she found out he got arrested last night. She drummed her fingers on the steering wheel as he started to tell her a little bit about what happened the night before. Whether or not he was telling her the entire truth, it didn’t really matter. He was telling her something, which she supposed was a good thing. At least you were defending yourself, I guess. And they didn’t press charges, which means I didn’t have to get my dad involved… which is good news for both of us. She rolled her eyes at him and shook her head. I swear to God you’re going to be the death of me. Avery pressed her lips together and pulled her car in to the driveway of her house. She glanced over at him and smirked a bit at his question, My night was great, I didn’t get arrested. She smirked a little bit and got out of the car. Me and Rileigh went out to some party, had a good time… got wasted, danced around with random people like I usually do and came home and crashed. She lifted a shoulder and waited for him to pull himself out of the car. She twirled her keys around her finger and walked backwards to the door before turning and unlocking it, letting him in.

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[TRAVON MALCOLM HARRIS]

The thought of his mom seriously scared him. He was more afraid of her than he was of the police. She always used that cliché “I brought you into this world and I can take you out” but when she said it, he was pretty sure she meant it. Since everything was squared away with the police, he figured he wouldn’t have to say anything. Hopefully everything stayed under wraps. Then he could simply go on with life as if this whole incident never happened. As they pulled into her place, he was shocked at how big it was. Surprisingly, he had never been here before. Seeing as how he picked on her when they were kids, he never got invited to any of her parties.

”Damn.”

Sitting up, he pulled his shades down and looked up at the mansion. Trey’s family didn’t come from money. His mom was a single mother that worked two jobs to make ends meet. He spent a lot of time with his grandmother who didn’t pretty good for herself. But even though she had a nice house in the burbs, it was nothing like this. This was something straight out of MTV Cribs. He knew that her dad was some powerful lawyer, and he knew that she was well off, but this shit was just ridiculous. Opening the door, he stepped out of the car and followed behind her. Taking a deep breath, he moved inside ahead of her and looked around.

”The death of you, huh? I thought you liked it when I choke you.”

Still looking around, he couldn’t believe that she actually lived here. Clearly she did because she had keys and everything, but he definitely thought that places like this were observed for royalty. Finally snapping out of it, he turned to face her. His hand resting on the counter as he propped himself up. He heard what she said about dancing with random people. It didn’t sit too well with him. His face got really serious for a second as he looked at her. He knew Rileigh was a bad influence on her. They were partiers. Who knows what she did at that party.

”Danced huh? Yeah aight. Whatever.”

Rolling his eyes, he crossed his arms and leaned against a wall. Trey was really possessive. He knew that he shouldn’t be, but the fact that she was going around doing whatever she wanted bothered him. Even if they weren’t together, he still didn’t like it.

WORDS: 416 | TAG: Jude as Avery | NOTES: You’re amazing. =3

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[AVERY JUSTICE TATE]

Avery was never the type of person that flaunted what she had, at least when it came to money and all that jazz. Most of the people that she was friends with knew what her mother and father did and knew that she had a lot of money, so it was usually no surprise when they pulled up to her house and saw a large mansion sitting on the water. She glanced down for a second and then back up as she moved to get out of the car. Avery had forgotten that Trey had never actually been to her house. Laughing softly, she waited for him to enter the house. Once he did, she closed the door with her foot and tossed her things down on the side table next to the door. There’s a difference between liking it when you choke me and killing me, babe. She smirked a little bit and pressed her lips together as she moved to the kitchen. Shaking her head slightly, she opened the fridge and grabbed a bottle of water out and offered him something to drink. She was going to have to get him up to her room and take care of his lip and stuff because it was really starting to look bad. The kid needed a shower and some rest and not to mention a change of clothes. She figured she could probably find some of her dad’s clothes that Trey could bang around in for a little while.

She wondered if Rileigh was still somewhere around the house, or if she had left already. Though, it didn’t really matter. Rileigh and Trey never really got along. She wouldn’t deny that Rileigh was at the core of a lot of the crazy things that Avery usually did, but she usually kept Avery out of trouble, at least most of the time. Sometimes the other girl instigated some things and usually a drunken Avery would do just about anything with very little persuasion. Though, she didn’t have anyone to answer to, so she was free to do what she wanted when she wanted to do it. Licking her lips, she glanced over at him and arched a brow, Yeah, I danced. Is it illegal for me to dance? From what I remember, you liked the way I was dancing up on it the other night. She pulled one of her snake bites in to her mouth and smirked at him, giving him a once over. There was something in his tone and demeanor that told her that he didn’t like something about what she said, but she wasn’t quite sure if she understood what or why he was acting like that. Shrugging her shoulders a little bit she pulled herself up on to the counter and tilted her head to look at him. You make it sound like dancing is a bad thing… She grinned a little bit and then slowly slid off the counter when she let the realization hit her, smirking a bit she moved over to him, Or are you upset that you weren’t the one I was dancing with? She grinned devilishly and then shook her head. Grabbing his hand, she pulled him towards the stairs that lead upstairs to her bedroom. C’mon, you need a shower and a change of clothes…

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[TRAVON MALCOLM HARRIS]

Trey could see the look on her face. He definitely struck a cord when he questioned her dancing. There seemed to be a pinch of attitude in her voice when she said it. Though he could just be imagining things since he knew he was in the wrong for even asking. She could do whatever she wanted. She was single. It was the same story with him. He did what he wanted to do when he wanted to do it. That means this should be ok, right? WRONG. She belonged to him. She may not know that yet, but that’s what he thought in his mind. Even though he may get around with other girls, he always came back to Avery. She knew just what he liked and the thought of her doing these things for other guys made him angry enough to put a hole in a wall. Though he wouldn’t say that. He couldn’t let her know that. It sounds stupid. That’s because it is. But that’s just how his mind worked sometimes.

”Yeah I know all about your dancing. That’s how we ended upstairs.”

What a night that was. He had no idea how much of a freak she was before that. He heard a rumor or two, but you can’t really listen to the rumors. If people believed what they heard about him, he would’ve had numbers in the 40’s as far as girls he had slept with. He was a player, and he was good, but he wasn’t THAT good. At least he used to be a player. Things had slowed down since he and Avery started hanging out more. People were just putting them together. It was annoying because girls stopped calling. Whether it was jealousy or anger or whatever the story was, it was cramping his style. But not enough to stop messing around with her. Why in the world would he do that?

”You trying to say I’m jealous? Never that. I was out last night, remember? Without you. Grinding on freaks and doing my thing. I don’t care what you do. You can do whatever. I don’t care. It’s all good. AHH SHIT! WOMAN!”

Snatching his hand back, it was still sore to the touch. After all, he did get a few good shots in. Shaking his hand, he looked at her and shook his head. She was just trying to help, so he wouldn’t get mad. Patting her on the butt, he took her hand with his non swollen hand and walked after her.

”Be more careful. I’m wounded. I need you to take care of me.”

Placing his arm around her shoulder, he was still holding her hand so that her arm was still resting between her boobs. Putting his weight on her, he pretended to be hurt. In all honesty, he felt ok. Though he could use a nap.

WORDS: 481 | TAG: Jude as Avery | NOTES: You’re amazing. =3

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[AVERY JUSTICE TATE]

Rolling her eyes at Trey, she shook her head slightly. She could see that little twitch of something in his face when he asked her about dancing; yeah he knew what dancing at a party with a drunk Avery usually lead to. Smirking a little bit at his words, she lifted a shoulder. You definitely weren’t complaining when we were upstairs together. She licked her lips and decided to mess with him a little bit. None of the guys that get upstairs with me usually complain. After slipping off the counter, she arched a brow even higher when he refused to admit that he was jealous. Laughing she shook her head and grabbed his hand, You’re right, I can do whatever I want… and I do. It’s not like I have to answer to you. Besides, I have fun when I go out not having to worry about some guy wigging out when I get back home. She retorted, her words playful. Her eyes got wide as he yelled out and she let go of his hand quickly. She hadn’t realized that she had grabbed his injured hand. She brought a hand to her mouth and she made a face, Shit, Trey… I’m sorry… She closed her eyes and hoped that he wouldn’t get too mad at her. She felt the worry wash away when he gave her backside a pat and took her hand with his non-injured one. Sorry, sorry… I didn’t even think… Avery bit down on her bottom lip and shrugged her shoulders.

Avery rolled her eyes a bit when he slipped his arm around her shoulders and put his weight on her as they walked up the stairs to her room. She shook her head slightly and poked his side, You’re going to milk this for everything you can, aren’t you? She stated out loud, knowing that she’d give in to him, just because it was Trey and she couldn’t help herself when it came to him. Shaking her head a little bit, she turned down a hall to her room and headed towards it. Walking in to the large room, she looked around and scrunched her nose up, You’re taking a shower, now…. before you even think about sitting on my furniture… She laughed a little bit and glanced at the sitting area at the entrance of her room and then over at her large four poster bed. Yeah, she was spoiled, but she didn’t really care. Her room was awesome and she loved it and it was where she spent most of her time when she wasn’t out or at school. Licking her lips, she moved him towards her bathroom and headed in to it, letting go of his hand to start his shower water. Glancing over at him, she laughed slightly. Do I have to undress you, too? She questioned out loud, knowing exactly what his answer would be. She crossed the bathroom to him and gripped the edge of his shirt, slowly tugging it upwards. Leaning in she kissed his swollen lip delicately, before pulling back and pulling his shirt off of his body and tossing it on to her floor. Avery’s brown gaze moved over him carefully and she shook her head, she didn’t know why, but this boy had a hold over her that she couldn’t quite explain. Running her hands down his chest, she let her hands rest on his hips before working on his belt and then his jeans; unbuttoning and zipping them letting them fall around his ankles. Kissing his neck softly, she grinned a bit as her hands toyed with the waistband of his boxers; she pushed them down his lean frame, and drew her hands back up, grazing over him just slightly, until she moved them back to his hips. Hurry up and shower, I’ll be in the other room. With that, she gave him a small smile and left the bathroom so that he could shower and clean himself up.

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[TRAVON MALCOLM HARRIS]

This girl was going to drive him insane. It’s ok because it seemed that he would end up having that effect on her. Trey, though would never admit it, was very insecure. There were certain things that made him the way that he was. It’s not that he was born this way. This is the problem with having a troubled past. Even though you always try your best to put things behind you and move on, you still keep those things with you. Maybe not in the forefront of your mind, but deep down inside somewhere, it controls the way you think. It controls the way you respond. It controls the way you act. There was a reason why he never got too close to anyone. However, that same reason is what made him so insecure. Though his swagger was always at a maximum so he gave off a confident appearance, everyone had their demons that they struggled with.

Her apology was accepted as they made their way up the steps. He wasn’t mad at her for it, just in pain. A simple “You’re good” was all he muttered as he didn’t feel the need to expand upon saying sorry at all. Checking out the décor, he wanted to live like this one day. Though he knew that what he was doing right now wouldn’t be enough to sustain a life like this. Though he would’t get bummed out by this at all. Instead, he turned his attention to Avery. Smiling and chuckling lowly as she poked him, he cosigned her statement about him milking this with a nod. It felt good to have someone help him. Usually he was left to lick his own wounds after a little tussle. He didn’t kiss her back when she kissed him. His eyes were distracted by her room.

”Are you some kind of princess?”

Being dragged into her bathroom, his eyes focused on her as she gripped the bottom of his shirt. Lifting his hands over his head, he refocused back on her as she moved to his jeans. In his mind he was about to get some. Avery was a freak and was down for whatever whenever, but to his surprise, she was about to poof on him. Stepping closer, he turned to watch her go. He was left shaking his head in the bathroom. Letting out a sigh, he stepped into the shower. The water felt good as it dripped over his body. Leaning forward, his head rested on the wall. The cool sensation among the heat made this moment feel even better. Though he wouldn’t take too long. Grabbing some fruity smelling scrub, he lathered up gingerly and began to wash himself with his left hand. The right was still sensitive to the touch. Getting his whole front side, he realized he had an extra set of hands on deck.

”YO AVERY! I NEED SOME HELP GETTING MY BACK!”

Continuing to wash his body, he couldn’t hear if she responded or not. His head was right under the water and the bathroom was so loud that all he could hear was his echo.

”AYO!! MA I NEED YOUR HELP!”

WORDS: 530 | TAG: Jude as Avery | NOTES: Hi.

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[AVERY JUSTICE TATE]

It was easy for Avery to get distracted when there was a naked guy in her shower; especially when it was a naked guy that she had some sort of feelings for. She was going around her room trying to pick up and tidy things up, but her eyes would always drift back to the bathroom where Trey was taking a shower. She had gone off to her father’s room and grabbed a pair of basketball shorts and a white t-shirt that would probably be a little big on Trey, but it was good enough to bang around her house in while he rested or whatever. It took every ounce of her being not for her to just go in there and jump in the shower with her. Sometimes she just couldn’t stop herself, but he was in pain and she was a little afraid to touch him just in case she hurt him again. Though, she was fairly certain if she did hurt him while they were going at it, it wouldn’t be that big of a deal, but that was beside the point. He needed some rest right now before anything else. She was still having a hard time believing that she had just picked him up from jail. It was just sort of crazy and she never thought she’d get that kind of call from him.

Licking her lips, she could hear the sound of the water and it was even more distracting than just knowing that he was in there. She flipped on the TV and turned it up just enough so that it barely covered the noise of the shower. She laid back on her bed, her mind on everything and anything just to try and break her concentration from the guy that was in the shower. That was definitely a hard task and she wasn’t sure how much longer she could get away with it. She wanted to just go in there and see if he needed help or something, but what could he possibly need help with in the shower… besides the obvious. Rolling her eyes at the thought, she pressed her lips together and her ears perked up slightly when she heard him yelling over the water. A small smile tugged at her lips as she slipped off the bed, this was exactly what she was needing… an excuse. Moving slowly to the bathroom she smirked a bit when he called out to her again and she entered the bathroom this time, I’m here, you don’t have to yell… geez. She stated with a playful tone, the bathroom was steaming up and she plucked at her shirt to get some cool air between the fabric and her skin.

Approaching the shower, she opened the door and tried to be careful so that the cold air from her room didn’t disturb him too much. Standing in the doorway of the shower, she grabbed her loofah and put some of the shower gel on it before starting to scrub his back, You’re definitely milking this for all you can. You’re lucky I like you. She snickered a little bit, stating it loud enough so that he could hear over the water. The spray from the shower head was getting her a little damp, but she didn’t really care, she could always change if she got too wet. Biting on her bottom lip she continued to scrub his back and moved down to his backside soaping it up as well. Grinning she continued to wash him up and down and pulled back once she was done, There you go, all done… She held the loofah under the water to rinse it off and gave him a small smile. Her mind was definitely in the gutter right now and the thoughts running through it were definitely not clean ones. Shaking her thoughts, she took a step back from the shower, I’ll be in my room when you’re done, I’ve got some clothes for you.

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[TRAVON MALCOLM HARRIS]

He didn’t even hear the door open when she came in. Peeking out of one eye through the steam filled room, he smirked as she came closer. Standing still so that she could work her magic, he simply looked ahead. He couldn’t help but to chuckle a little as she made a comment about him milking this situation. Though it was true, the fact remained that he couldn’t reach his back. Something would have to be done about it regardless. He was just glad that she was there. As she moved lower, he jumped a little when he felt her rubbing his backside.

”I said my back and you definitely just felt up my ass. That’s cool tho. I’ll get you back.”

Turning as she walked toward the door, he’d use one hand to cover up his manhood. Even though it wasn’t like she had never seen it before. She was gone before he could get all the way around though. Stepping into the water and letting it rinse away the soap, he stepped out of the shower. Walking over to the mirror, he looked into it. He didn’t really like what he saw. His lip was swollen and he had bags under his eyes. Letting out a sigh, he shook his head and opened the cabinet. Grabbing the mouth wash, he gave it a quick rinse and then spat it out. Turning and covering himself with his hands, he moved into her room. The water still covered his body, causing his skin to glisten, his muscles being accentuated as he moved over toward Avery and looked down at her.

”You said you had some clothes for me?

WORDS: 278 | TAG: Jude as Avery | NOTES: Sorry. Muse issues. <_<

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[AVERY JUSTICE TATE]

Leaving the bathroom was probably the best idea for her. She could only imagine the things that would happen between the two of them if she hadn’t of left when she did. Not that it would be bad or anything and not like it hadn’t happened before, but it was the fact that Trey needed to rest and she needed to do what she could to take care of him. Or at least that’s what she thought. He just needed to get clean, change his clothes and take a nap or something. Avery knew that she cared about Trey a lot, but she just didn’t want to admit it out loud. She wasn’t sure if she’d ever be able to. Shrugging her shoulders at her own thoughts, she laid back on her bed. Her gave was glued to the ceiling as she listened to him finish up his shower. Once the water was off, she tapped her feet on the large bed, humming quietly to herself as she waited for him to come in to the main part of her room.

She heard his footsteps before she heard him and her brown eyes took in the magnificent body before her. It was like staring at perfection. His body was amazing and the water shimmering and dripping off his every limb only made him that much sexier in her eyes. Swallowing, she sat up and grabbed the clothes that she had found for him. Here, Was all she could muster up. She wasn’t sure exactly why he had this effect on her, but he did. There was just something about Trey Harris that made her insides go all crazy and she didn’t necessarily like that he had this sort of hold over her. Shaking her thoughts she rested back in to her pillows and shook her head, You know there are towels in the bathroom… She came out of her daze a little bit, a playful grin tugging at her lips. Not that she would have wanted him coming in to her room covering all of that amazing body with a towel, but that was beside the point. Grinning a little bit to herself, she forced her eyes to close as she tried to relax and wait for him to join her in her bed.

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[TRAVON MALCOLM HARRIS]

As he stood there wearing only what his momma gave him at birth, he looked down at her. She seemed…flustered. He watched her undress him with her eyes. Which was kind of weird since he wasn’t wearing any clothes. Using his other hand, he covered his nipples and then chuckled a little, causing his abs to flex to show off his six pack. He didn’t really work out much. He just had a metabolism that burned enough for two people and danced all the time. The two of them cause him to be very lean and give him defined muscles. Stepping forward, he reached out and took the clothes from her. Turning around, she’d see his booty as he pulled on the shirt.

I prefer to air dry.”

Stepping into the shorts, he turned around. He felt like a little kid all over again. Looking down, he tied the shorts and then looked at her as she laid there with her eyes closed. Sliding onto the bed next to her, he propped himself up on his elbow and crossed his legs one over the other. His foot would rest on hers as he got closer. She smelled wonderful. Even her pillows smelled like her. She was also really cute today, even if she simply rolled out of bed to come and get him. Leaning in he kissed her cheek. His forehead resting on the side of her head as he snaked an arm around her waist.

”Thanks again. For everything.”

Sitting up, he looked into her eyes. For some reason, he noticed something he had never seen before. Squinting a little, he searched back and forth between her eyes. It was possibly a little creepy, but he was trying to figure something out. His eyes were brown. But they were just your basic brown pupils. Nothing special. Hers though? As he sat here, he realized that she had many different shades in them. It was as if they were brown in some places, hazel in others, and maybe even a little green. Her overall sexy always stood out to him, but this was definitely new.

”You have really beautiful eyes.”

There was no player smirk. No cat and mouse. It was just a blunt statement. That’s how he felt at the present time. Usually he would say something really sly and give her a look, but he was so impressed with this finding that he could only say exactly what was on his mind at the current point in time. Smiling a little, as he looked into her eyes instead of just looking at them, he looked away. Of course he realized that he sounded like a dork, but he couldn’t help it. When he felt the need to say something, he just said it.

WORDS: 465 | TAG: Jude as Avery | NOTES: I misseded you. <3

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