cling to what you k n o w [aubree];

[VICTORIA JUDE VICE,]

Vice gazed up through the clear glass wall to her left side. It was a pretty dank day outside. The snow was beginning to subside but it was still grey and chilling out. But some how Vice had managed to walk all the way to the coffee shop in a spaghetti strap bustier and a thin cardigan. Leave it to her to always try to be cute. No matter the consequence. The girl would catch pneumonia for the sake of style if you'd let her.

She looked around pivoting her body in every direction. This was one of the larger shops in the area but it was surprisingly empty that day. There was a man across the way on a laptop in a large coffee-stained coral coloured chair, a girl who appeared to be in her late teens, parallel to Victoria, dabbling through a catalogue sipping her latte at the bar-styled seating against the wall next to the door and another old gentleman a few tables behind her mumbling into a blue-tooth.

Victoria tapped on the table nervously before wrapping her small hands around her paper cup. Where was Aubree?

It had been about a week since the whole fiasco with Venom and despite the fact that Vice was a whore she was not about to lose her best friend over a guy. A while back Vice had slept with Venom, unknowing that Aubree was supposedly "with" him. But what neither of them knew was that Venom was totally playing Aubree. The second that Vice found out, again despite her raging sex addiction, she was mortified. The last thing she would ever want to do is hurt her best friend. But inevitably she did. And she knew she had to make it up to her. Talk it out. Beg. Cry. Grovel. She'd do what ever she had to in order to get Bree's forgivness.

She had shot her a text about an hour ago: "Heading 2 Starbucks. Rlly need 2 talk 2 u. Meet me there. Plz."
She looked around again, but was beginning to lose hope.

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Tags:Aubree;
Word Count:354
Outfit:click!
Muse:pretty high (:

[AUBREE BETH MICHAELS,]

The past few days Aubree had learned alot of lessons. The first was the boys who pay attention to other girls, will always like them. Two, She was not as special as she thought. Three, sex doesn't prove anything. Four, best friends will stab you in the back. Yes, Aubree missed Vice a lot. She honestly loved having her around and life without her partner in crime was just dull. Aubree woke up and left the bus before Carver or Venom were awake, she normally went around the town while she waited for set up to start. Then afterward she would sling to Brodee like he was her baby blanket. He had been the only one taking care of her recently, and that was something that Aubree was overly dependent on.

So now Aubree was wandering out a new strange town, trying to find something to entertain herself. Today she had chosen skinny jeans, and her yellow alien attack shirt. It always made her feel better honestly. Aubree was a closet scifi nerd and did most of her free alone time watching Star Trek and old reruns of Doctor Who. Anyways the cold weather she was forced to cover up her shirt with a black coat. She had on a rather bright blue lightening bolt necklace, and black flats. Yep, she was looking very fancy today. Actually she wasn't wearing make up and her hair wasn't brushed. Who did she have to impress? Everyone hated her. Or thats how it felt at the moment.

Aubree had been entertaining herself on a swing at a local park and by picking at her messed up nails. Aubree honestly just wanted to go find Brodee and hug him, tightly, then cry. Which is what she had been doing for awhile now. She wasn't really keeping herself together. Dumping Carver was for the best but that doesn't mean it doesn't hurt like a motherfucker.

This her phone buzzed. Aubree rolled her eyes, knowing it was going to be the manager yelling at her to get her ass down there. She pulled her phone out and was surprised it was Vice. Yes there were a few 'I'm sorry' texts at the beginning, but they filtered off and since they hadn't seen each other in the past few weeks she assumed she no longer mattered to Vice. But the text was asking Aubree to meet her at Starbucks. After a few curse words she decided that she should learn to forgive. Vice was kind of a bitch in her head but she was her best friend.

Aubree got up and started walking down the street. It didn't help that there are a good four starbucks for ever city. The first two Cecilia found were no shows. She looked in the window and didn't see that familiar black hair she was so used to seeing. The third try thought she saw here sitting alone at the table. Aubree walked over and sat down across from her. "Hello" now that she was here, she honestly had no idea what to say. "So...Sleep with anyone's boyfriend lately?"

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outfit ;; hereeee
notes ;; your boyfriend is distracting you...i hate you both. don't bite him!

[VICTORIA JUDE VICE,]

This was it. Vice had told herself that if Aubree wasn't there by the time she finished her fat-free soy vanilla latte that she would leave and try harder the next time. Even if this meant sticking post-it's all over her tour bus and pouncing her after her shift at the show. But Vice was always bad at that, keeping promises to herself that is. Every time she did that she always ended up second guessing herself, feeling like if she did something would have happened without her. And then afterwards she felt stupid for doubting herself when odds weren't against her. But she was determined to persevere this time. She looked down at the brown stained bottom of her paper cup through the small white drinking hole. She was just about to stand up and throw out her empty cup and start her walk back to her bus. But when she looked up there was a little blonde head sitting across from her. Instantly her heart did one of those arial numbers where it flys up and bangs into your throat and then crashes down into your stomach. At that moment she was glad she had hesitated in getting up because one way or another she would have passed Aubree on the street. And this just saved them a really awkward confrontation and walk back inside.

Here was the moment. She would grovel a bit. Maybe tear up, apologize and then get her best friend back. That is that's the plot she had in her head until Bree actually spoke. "So...Sleep with anyone's boyfriend lately?" Yeah. Her heart crashed again. Sure Vice was a shallow sex-addicted brat, but Bree was her best friend. She never wanted to hurt her. Let alone lose her. She was deprived, Venom was single as far as she knew, and he was hot and willing. In her head at the time she was doing nothing wrong.This was the first time she had ever actually felt dirty after sex.

This was her best friend they were talking about. It all started at the beginning of the tour. Vice had been playing for Aubree's cousin's band since the very beginning. And this year Aubree was on the tour. The night of take off Haylee-Rae's family came to their bus to hang out. And even though Vice was a couple years older than Aubree they were nearly the exact same person. From that day on they were attached at the hip. 

She took a deep breathe trying not to cry just yet. "Aubree I really just need you to hear me out. I know this looks bad I mean I fucked your boyfriend. I'd be mad too. But I had no clue. You know. About you and him. He never said a word to me. He just kinda...ya know....hopped on it." It didn't help that Vice was dumb as he'll and bad at talking her way out of things. But she was really trying. She had never lost anything special in her life. Nothing that couldn't be replaced. And she wasn't gonna start with Aubree. she could not replace her.

Notes:IPAD
Tags:Aubree;
Word Count:600
Outfit:click!
Muse:pretty high (: