push a b u t t o n, pull the rage [aubree]

[SONNY DANTE FALCONE,]

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"Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens. Lines drawn with razors, cocaine to be sniffin'."

Sonny sang evilly to himself as he set forth his drugs on the glass table, cutting and arranging lines of white powder that he promptly intended to put up his nose without giving a thought to who knew about it. He was a famous bassist now. Like any douche was gonna stop him from doing what he wanted, when he wanted and just how he wanted it? Hell no! Besides, he didn't give a fuck what anyone else did with their spare time and he expected exactly the same back.

"Clear plastic baggies all tied up with string, these are a few of my favorite things."

'Oh, I am just so witty.' he thought to himself with a smirk.

Rrolling a hundred dollar bill into a makeshift straw like it was his job- which it basically was for fuck's sake- he leaned over the table and snorted one line with one nostril, then the other line with the other nostril. Quickly jerking back upright into a sitting position, he rubbed his nose and sniffed hard, blinking a couple times and setting down the bill.

Go. No. Stop! had just finished a show and it was about time for everyone to peace out. Lucky and Tyler were probably already at the ritzy hotel fucking each other's brains out, Brodee had run off somewhere to more than likely chase that roller from Barbie the Dyke, so that left him with the dressing room all to himself. He didn't know where the less important members of the crew were, nor did he give two shits. He had a block pack of cocaine straight from Columbia, a TV, some booze and his bass to keep him company.

However, in his excitement to get to the goods, Sonny had carelessly left the door cracked ever so slightly. Yet as he prepared himself another line he didn't seem to notice or at least give a damn. What else was new, right? The only thing the man himself needed now was a hot skirt to keep him company. All the better if she liked coke, but he didn't mind if she watched instead. Where was a hooker when he wanted one?

TAG:
WEARING: THIS!
MUSIC: Everybody's Screaming by LostProphets
NOTES:
CREDIT: Ishi @ Caution, no stealing please and thank you! <3

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[AUBREE BETH MICHAELS,]

Yes, Aubree hated her job. She had to get to the stage hours before the band and set up, then stay throughout the show just in case something went wrong, then she got to clean up afterwards. It was hell pretty much. Aubree took the job to be with Brodee, and away from home. Failure, since Brodee was always off doing whatever and she just sort of sat around alone all day. Aubree was no one her knees backstage rolling up the last few chords before she could go back to Vice’s bus since she was too scared to sleep in her own anymore. Venom was awfully mean to her, and Lucky never failed to join in. Things on tour just got worse and worse. How Brodee and Carver weren’t even around to defend her.

Aubree couldn’t say that she really blamed from the giving up, she had become what Venom teased her about; she was a trashy little cunt. Aubree honestly felt like the lowest piece of shit right now, which she knew what mostly because she hadn’t had coke in a day or two. Brodee asking her stop had slowed her down but at the moment she kept looking over her shoulder, and felt like she couldn’t sit still. It was literally the most frustrating feeling ever. Aubree wandered back into the dressing room to grab her bag when she heard singing, and not the good kind. Rather slowly she peaked her head around the door to see Sonny, the new bassist. More important than him was the coke on the table. Aubree looked down at her outfit and wished she had on something better. Her dark denim cut off shorts matched with her plain black hoodie made it look as if she couldn’t decide if she was hot or cold. The lack of jewelry, make up, and messy ponytail made her feel dirty. Normally when she was asking strange men for their coke she looks about as sexy as possible.

As the nervous little girl she was she sort of inched into the room, before squeaking out ‘hi’. Aubree felt her cheeks burning a little, boys made her nervous. She cleared the throat and took a few steps into the room. “I’m Aubree, Brodee’s sister” She said. The ‘Brodee’s sister’ had to be in there or else no one would care. “You were good tonight, for last minute replacement and all.” She said trying her best to be polite.

Aubree closed the door behind her and locked it. She was paranoid about getting caught. At this point that girl could not get her eyes off the coke; she was chewing on her lip nervously and could feel her hands starting a shake already. She dropped to her knees in front of the table and looked up at him with those watery blue eyes, that used to get her everything. “Do you share?” She said her voice actually a little bit stronger now.

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Honestly, Sonny didn't expect company. Even though he indeed hoped that some pretty little thing would appear out of nowhere, he definitely didn't plan for it to actually happen. He also didn't expect for someone to just come into the dressing room without knocking first. Those were terrible manners, and the only person allowed to act like an abhorrent monster was... well, him.

So when Aubree poked her head into the room, Sonny was a mixed bag. Although he was frustrated at the fact that a random person had just barged into the room, he was pleasantly surprised that it was a girl of attractive looks and questionable morals. Just the way he liked it. When she said she was Brodee's sister, he raised his eyebrows as if he didn't quite remember. Brodee, the drummer, right? He was still learning names and if it weren't for his bandmates very distinct personalities, he probably wouldn't know them at all.

"Oh yeah, cancer kid! Thinks he walks on water. Gotcha. Thanks, I try," he replied, the lightbulb appearing above his head.

He didn't mean to be a douche about it (even though that was his personality and he didn't care if he offended anyone), but that was honestly how he remembered Brodee. The fact that Aubree was his band mate's sister probably would have made any other person think twice about feeding her coke and potentially sleeping with her, but this was Sonny after all.

Sonny sang evilly to himself as he set forth his drugs on the glass table, cutting and arranging lines of white powder that he promptly intended to put up his nose without giving a thought to who knew about it. He was a famous bassist now. Like any douche was gonna stop him from doing what he wanted, when he wanted and just how he wanted it? Hell no! Besides, he didn't give a fuck what anyone else did with their spare time and he expected exactly the same back.

"Do you share?" she asked, and Sonny narrowed his eyes like a predator eyeing prey.

This girl was definitely ballsy. After all, Sonny had tried his best to earn a reputation as a blatant asshole, and some random girl asking him to share his coke was very similar to beating a sleeping bear with a stick. Thankfully, Sonny wasn't in too bad of a mood and this girl- whom he then looked up and down- definitely wasn't bad looking.

"No, I do not share." he said pointedly, leaning back in his chair and pausing just long enough to make her nervous. "However, I suppose just this once I could make an exception, hm?"

With smooth, disarming finesse he handed her the rolled up hundred dollar bill and smirked, an evil glint in his eye.

"The name's Sonny. I'd advise you to commit it to memory."

TAG: AUBREE!
WEARING: THIS!
MUSIC: Everybody's Screaming by LostProphets
NOTES:
CREDIT: Ishi @ Caution, no stealing please and thank you! <3

[AUBREE BETH MICHAELS,]

Aubree couldn’t help but bite her lip when he called Brodee ‘the cancer kid’. Yes, he was, but that was the only thing that seemed to really make Aubree feel like that scared little girl she was trying to move away from. Whenever she thought about her big brother dying or being sick or not being able to take care of her she just wanted to break down and cry. Well, cry is his lap, but that wasn’t around anymore so she rolled her eyes and shrugged the comment off. “He is full of himself. Kind of runs in the family.” She said thinking more about Haylee than herself. Aubree was the only humble-ish person in the family.

Aubree kept her eyes on the coke not really to concerned with Sonny. Yes, he was remarkable attractive and so far he had the cocky, rudeness that made her so unlike all the other boys she had found herself getting mixed up with. But she knew that if she even touched him the hate she would get from Venom would never stop. Plus she just wanted to get high, all she ever wanted anymore was to get high.

She felt her eyes getting watery when he said no. Yes she was actually going to cry, she’s a pussy, and she cries when she doesn’t get what she wants. Thankfully his mind changed and Aubree grinned like a little girl getting a pony. She snatched the money from him, not even caring enough to notice it was a hundred. Not that it would matter since the girl grew up with money being used as toilet paper and pretty much tossed in every direction. Thankgod to rich parents. But anyways, she did two lines one right after the other and sitting back on her heels shaking her head a little. “Holyshit I needed this” She said her eyes tearing up and rubbing her nose.

Aubree smiles at him a little climbing up into the seat next to him. “I don’t do well taking other people’s advice, and you look nothing like a Sonny.” She paused and leaned back into the seat. “But I’ll make flashcards or something”

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Sonny couldn't help but grin a little bit when she said that cockiness ran in the family. She didn't seem to be cocky, just a little bit forward- and he didn't have a problem with that at all. It was the pushover bitches that secretly got under his skin, but was that going to stop him from getting in their pants? Of course not. This one would be more fun, no doubt.

However, a frown tugged at the corner of her mouth when he mentioned Brodee's cancer. Of course it would, that was obviously a touchy subject for all involved. Again, not something he really cared about, but he certainly took a mental note and tucked it away. Instead of dwelling on it, he watched her rail the lines like a champ and smirked approvingly.

"Huh, nice moves, blondie," he commended, nodding at her. You and I could be partners in crime with those skills. Of course, you'd have to be my sidekick."

"I don't do well at taking other people's advice, and you look nothing like a Sonny. But I'll make flashcards or something." she replied, coming to sit next to him.

Sonny's laugh rumbled deep in his chest. The fact that his voice was so deep aided his tall, dark and evil aura. He wasn't retardedly muscular, so usually it took people by surprise. It certainly helped draw in the ladies, but he was no vocalist.

"I'm a pretty hard person to forget," he replied, the corners of his mouth turning up slyly.[/color][/b]

TAG: AUBREE!
WEARING: THIS!
MUSIC: Everybody's Screaming by LostProphets
NOTES:
CREDIT: Ishi @ Caution, no stealing please and thank you! <3

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[AUBREE BETH MICHAELS,]

He called her Blondie and Aubree had that awkward ‘my tummy is caving in on itself’ feeling. Jonah called her Blondie. And while Aubree had pretty much gotten over all of her Go. No. Stop! affairs, Jonah was the one boy that seemed to stick with her. She just felt like if she tried hard enough he would actually be honest with her and love her. But since she hadn’t seen him since she almost killed his pet mouse she would move on the best she could. She smiled big when she said that. “I’ve had a lot of practice recently. I’m becoming the queen of bumming coke off people.” Aubree said with a proud smile.

“Do I get a costume?” She said half kidding, half serious. Being a side kick did not bother her in the least, she already was a sidekick to Brodee, and Vice, and Haylee, and the band. She was fine doing it again. Aubree could feel her nose start to bleed, like it always did, and she casually wiped the blood from her face. “Sorry, I’m a bleeder.” She closed her eyes starting to feel that euphoric effect, never as good as the last time, but always nice.

“So as a sidekick, I have to like help you get girls and what not?” Aubree could already tell from this meeting that any kind of relationship with this boy would drive Brodee insane. Mostly want she wanted. To make him feel how she feels. Aubree couldn’t help but grin a little bit at his laugh. It was so deep, in a kind of scary, menacing way. Aubree liked it, she liked being scared recently. She nodded a little, “yeah I’m hard to remember.”

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Sonny was unsurprised by Aubree. In his illicit travels he had come across many girls who were very much the same: cute, impressionable and easily manipulated. So what if he had to spare a few lines of coke? Her company was what he had asked for, now it was just time to throw the leash on it.

"I'm becoming the queen of bumming coke off people," she said, and he feigned a hurt expression.

"Well now, I see how it is," he stated with a pout, almost as if he were offended. "Let's just assume Sonny's gonna give me some coke, he won't mind."

Folding his arms across his chest, he shrugged at the costume comment. There were so many naughty directions he could have taken that in, but for the purpose of his future intentions he decided to keep it on track.

"Well, I don't really have any costumes kicking around, but there's definitely a towel in the bathroom you could use as a cape," he replied, cutting another line and noticing the blood dripping from her nose. "Speaking of which..."

Getting up, Sonny casually made his way to the bathroom and grabbed a towel off the rack. When he returned he gently placed it under her nose to catch the blood, tilting her head back to check it.

"Don't get used tot his," he chuckled, while maintaining his asshole-ish discourse. "I just don't want blood on my carpet. And as far as you helping me get girls, I'm pretty sure I can do that on my own."

Sonny couldn't help but notice that this girl didn't need coke as much as she needed a confidence boost, and if she was going to be a part of his little entourage, he would have to feed her that too. No matter.

"I don't think you're hard to remember," Sonny said with a disarming smile. "In fact, you're one of the few I find myself being able to stand."

TAG: AUBREE!
WEARING: THIS!
MUSIC: Everybody's Screaming by LostProphets
NOTES:
CREDIT: Ishi @ Caution, no stealing please and thank you! <3

[AUBREE BETH MICHAELS,]

Aubree couldn’t help but roll her eyes a little. “You did do it, didn’t you?” She asked. Of course she thought he was going to give her coke. Coke isn’t as fun alone, and he was boy, boys loved her company. Well at first they did, then they all got tired of her and ran away but for now, Sonny probably was glad she was there. “So I was safe assuming”.

It wasn’t as if Aubree was actually looking forward to being his ‘sidekick’ it was more that she was interested is being somewhere again. Recently, she just didn’t fit. Anywhere. And maybe Sonny had an extra place. She had just met him but she was basically desperate for anyone to accept her again that she was already getting her hopes up. She was desperate that he could hand her a maid outfit as her costume and she would never take it off.

When he got up to get her a towel she leaned down and did the line he has just cut with her not bleeding nostril. Yep, she could be tricky. Not to say that he wouldn’t notice the noise and the white power now on her nose again, but she smiled sweetly and took the towel. “Thank you” She said holding the towel up to her nose and tilting her head back. “It isn’t your carpet, don’t lie to me.” Aubree said. In her head she was secretly doing it because he wanted to take care of her. Pretty much, Aubree’s dream.

“From the looks of you, of course you can.” She said turning pink when she said that. Aubree had some a lot of growing up since this whole thing started, but not enough to take away the blushing. A fact about her body that she absolutely hated. Aubree grinned when he said that, she loved getting such attention. No, that didn’t mean she was looking at him to be her next boyfriend or whatever. She was just looking for someone there. But regardless of what she was looking for, his smile gave her ragging butterflies. She knew she was being played though. “Give it two weeks, and then say that to me.” Aubree had learned that boys change their minds faster then she can change socks.

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Ah, so she was FAR more ballsy than Sonny had originally thought. Again, not confident, but ballsy. Perhaps he would have to knock her down a few notches and then build her back up. This often happened, where he would have to change his game plan mid play. No matter.

When he left to the other room, he clearly heard her snorting the line he had cut for himself and smirked after handing her the towel. Time for a little scare tactic.

"Next time you intend on cutting in line missy, I will cut your line with crushed glass," he said casually, cutting another line to replace the one that he had just lost.

When she thanked him for the towel and complimented his appearance, his milk and honey expression returned to his face and he railed the line, sitting up and wiping his own nose clean with a pleasant smile.

"What can I say, I was born with it." Sonny chuckled, tossing the bloody towel across the room into the laundry.

"Give it two weeks and then say that to me." Aubree said suddenly, looking a little sullen. A frown tugged at the corner of Sonny's mouth.

"Now why would you say that? I think you're perfectly fine company. And you're pretty cute too." he disagreed with a flirty half smile.

He was running hot and cold as usual, and that was exactly how he liked it. Sonny was none too fond of people being able to predict his next move, and oftentimes his actions seemed almost bipolar in his attempt to throw people off his trail. When everyone knew what you were up to, they could change your course of action. Better to always keep them on their toes. Plus, he was having quite a nice time feeling Aubree out and getting high at the same time.

TAG:
WEARING: THIS!
MUSIC: Everybody's Screaming by LostProphets
NOTES:
CREDIT: Ishi @ Caution, no stealing please and thank you! <3

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[AUBREE BETH MICHAELS,]

Aubree was used to being snappy with guys. Especially the asshole, all knowing ones. She grew up with them, and if you didn’t get quick you never got what you wanted. Aubree usually got a taste of what she wanted, so she learned to talk fast, and get sassy. It wasn’t as though she actually had the guts to stand up for herself, she just defended her reasons.

It took everything in her not to giggle at that comment. “Then you will surly get blood all over you carpet, won’t you?” She said rubbing her nose hard. She was starting to feel all strong, and special like she always did. She leaned back farther into the couch. “Fuck, I feel good.” She could feel her nose burning, probably bright red, and her hands were shaking a lot.

Aubree smiled a little at his comment and glanced over the shoulder nervously. “I’m pretty?’ Yes she honestly surprised but that. I mean she knew it, but boys never really said it to her after they had given her their drugs. They said it as a hint to make her work for them. She beamed, and pushed the hair out of her face. Aubree could tell that they were probably going to hook up at this point, and she really didn’t mind. He was certainly the best looking out of all of her conquests.

Completely spur of the moment Aubree slide over the couch so she was next to him, and grabbed his arm pulling it around her waist. She gave him a little smile before leaning into his chest, her head resting on his shoulder. “I’m cold.” She said, which was a lie. She knew, as well as he did probably, that she was just dying to touch him. Aubree was also getting a little more comfortable since she felt as if nothing could take her down when she high. The world was her play toy right now, and she was going to take advantage of that.

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It wasn't that Sonny's main goal was to exploit the girl. No, that would have been obvious the instant she had finished her line, when he would have attempted to immediately get in her pants. The thing was that Sonny could see her sticking around and he had a reputation for being accompanied by an entourage of beautiful, willing and addicted women. So when Aubree replied to his minor threat with snark of her own, his expression changed to pleasant surprise.

"Well you sly minx! Aren't you sharp?" he stated, cocking his eyebrows at her.

It wasn't too long before the expected glaze overtook her eyes and she commented with increased spunk: "Fuck, I feel good." He chuckled and put away the coke for the time being. Sonny was feeling high enough to take the focus off the drugs for a bit.

"I'm pretty?"[/i] she asked, almost as if it were something new for her to hear.

Not too long after she slid over to him and wrapped his arm around her waist, resting her head on his shoulder. The ball was in Sonny's court, and he was the master of three pointers.

"Of course you are," he replied, smirking down at her and leaning back so that he was resting against the couch. "Do you really think i'd be sharing my coke with you if you weren't?"

Then with all the smoothness of a well practiced player, Sonny reached over and held her chin gently with his free hand, repositioning her head so that he could look directly into her eyes with his cold gray ones.

"Yeah, I think it's safe to say that you're pretty easy on the eyes."

However, in his excitement to get to the goods, Sonny had carelessly left the door cracked ever so slightly. Yet as he prepared himself another line he didn't seem to notice or at least give a damn. What else was new, right? The only thing the man himself needed now was a hot skirt to keep him company. All the better if she liked coke, but he didn't mind if she watched instead. Where was a hooker when he wanted one?

TAG:
WEARING: THIS!
MUSIC: Everybody's Screaming by LostProphets
NOTES:
CREDIT: Ishi @ Caution, no stealing please and thank you! <3

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[AUBREE BETH MICHAELS,]

Aubree grinned proudly and nodded. “Honor roll.” That was kind of a lie. She was on the honor roll in high school for the first quarter of freshman year when her mom promised to buy her a car for her fifteenth birthday if she did. After that it was all Fs until she finally got kicked out, and came here. “I think I have a pair of boots made out of minx” She said thinking, putting her hand over her chin. When she was high she tended to be a bit off topic. “But you really don’t care about my closet” And by closet she meant her small cabinet on the bus and the bottom foot of her bunk packed full of clothes.

Aubree couldn’t help but frown when he packed away the drugs. No matter how high she got, she wanted more. That was the problem with her and coke. It was just never enough of it around. But that frown when away with his answer. Aubree could feel her heart skipping a few beats but did her best to ignore it. Recently that feeling just meant she was in for heartbreak so it came along with anxiety, worry, and tears.

“Maybe you are sharing because being high alone is less fun?” Aubree knew it was just because she was pretty. Much less did she not care if his reasons were shallow or thought with his dick, he had drugs and was hot. Aubree was pudding to him. The second he touched her hand Aubree felt that jolt of happiness run down her spine. His hands were soft, and kind of cold, but in a good way. His eyes met hers and Aubree was pretty much leaning in to kiss him when him talking sadly got in the way.

After an awkward laugh and her leaning back to act like she wasn’t out to mouth rape she nodded. “Thanks, It’s mostly genes”

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He grinned at her as she began to tell him about her boots, not really paying attention to what she was saying but taking in her overall demeanor and how she was acting. He was never into the things people were saying, because it was usually all noise. People liked to exaggerate, lie and fabricate. It was better to watch their body language and the way they acted. It told the truth more than anything else. That was what Sonny liked about himself. He cut out all the bullshit and told it how it was.

"As long as you're talking, I'll pay attention. Sort of." he replied, keeping it simple. "And I definitely don't mind being high alone, but it's more fun with someone else."

He was zoning out. Coke always had that effect on him. If the situation was as mellow as this one was, he found his mind wandering to other things. Sex, namely, but mostly Aubree as a person. Sonny wondered who she was, what she was about, her purpose. He had a habit of wondering too much, but keeping it to his own, offensive self.

"It's in the genes,"[/i] she replied nervously, badly hiding the fact that she was getting just as bored as Sonny was.

So what did Sonny do? Remedy the situation, obviously.

"I'm kinda bored. Wanna hook up?" he asked with a casual shrug, flicking her hair out of her eyes.

TAG:
WEARING: THIS!
MUSIC: Everybody's Screaming by LostProphets
NOTES:
CREDIT: Ishi @ Caution, no stealing please and thank you! <3

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[AUBREE BETH MICHAELS,]

Aubree could tell that he wasn’t paying attention to her but she didn’t mind. No one had ever actually listened to what she said before so it was nothing new. This was probably because nothing important ever came out of her mouth. Aubree didn’t lie, and nothing exciting had ever happened to her so nothing exciting ever came out. She was just dull, and superficial. But she knew it.

“Don’t lie! Didn’t you go to kindergarten?” She asked calling him out. Like any boy, any high boy, would actually listen to a girl talk about her shoes. Aubree was young, but not clueless. She knew what her brother had told her about boys, he just happened to leave out the sex part. She had no idea what was okay there. “I hate being high alone, it makes me depressed, which is strange because I only really get high alone.” Aubree had gotten really good and snorting in the bathroom of shows and in the middle of night without anyone knowing. Except Lucky, and probably Venom, but they saw everything.

Aubree grinned that second he said that. Her head will filled with a chorus of ‘amens’ and she nodded. Yes, Aubree was becoming a slut. Three boys in the same band. But it was more of that fact that she just wanted to be touched and matter to someone, even if it was for a second. No, Sonny was not special and at the moment he didn’t mean the world to her like Venom or Carver did. But he was cute, and sassy, and oddly reminded her of Venom. It was nice. Especially knowing that he wanted to do it, not just her, pretty much made her life. She nodded slowly and squeaked out a ‘yes’.

Aubree pulled herself up and moved from next to him, to on top of him, one leg on each side. She couldn’t get the smile off her face and leaned into him shyly. Aubree pressed her lips against his gently at first. Just kind of warming up to him. She leaned back for a second and pulled her hoodie off leaving her in her bra. She felt like the hoodie was just going to get in the way.

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Sonny was well trained, and being a ladies man hustler was really the only thing he knew, in all honesty. It wasn't something he told anyone about, since he liked to make his past appear cushy and privilaged. Truth be told, Sonny was out beating the streets when he was barely more than a lad. His coke habit began abhorrently early, and since then he'd been set in his ways. Many times he could remember spending his nights at the park, too coked out of his brain to go home. His parents never really worried. After all, sleeping in with the poor is a fortune for the brave.

The ladies came later, when he actually took off with his music career. First a smaller local band, then Go. No. Stop! With music came more drugs and the presence of delightful women. So Sonny shaped up, leashed some broads and turned into an intimidating individual.

Which is why when Aubree stopped ranting about kindergarten and being high, and instead settled herself on his lap, he quite frankly didn't care who else she'd slept with or who her brother was. Sonny was going to get exactly what Sonny wanted, wasn't he? When she kissed him, his mouth turned upward into an accomplished smirk.

"Well then, we're apparently keeping you from getting depressed, aren't we?" he said, placing his hands around her waist and tracing his lips along his collarbone to her neck, where he gently bit her skin.

TAG:
WEARING: THIS!
MUSIC: Everybody's Screaming by LostProphets
NOTES:
CREDIT: Ishi @ Caution, no stealing please and thank you! <3