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ransom quickly signed off of everything that was open on her computer and stood up slowly. what was she going to wear? seriously. it didn't seem like the tiny shorts and tank top she was wearing suited the occasion at this point in time. her creeper friend was coming to walk her back over to his bus, not that that really meant anything or bothered her. quietly, she went over to her small closet. she and her sister shared all of their clothing, so they had the most closet space, not to mention the guys didn't really have a whole ton of stuff. the girl's mind was wandering every which way right now. did this guy really just want to be her friend? no, he'd made that perfectly clear, even to her. then what did he really want? she couldn't really tell. which outfit did she want to wear? something small and cute? something larger and warm? she didn't even know. would her sister look down upon her if she went to this guy's bus? who would jump to conclusions? what would people think of her? would she be considered some kind of whore? before she even realized it, almost ten minutes had gone by, and she was just standing there, staring into the closet of clothes.

profanities streamed through her head. he had said around ten minutes. glancing up at the clock, she swore again. of course she had stood there breathing and thinking for ten straight minutes, she did that almost every day. now, she was getting upset with herself and the thoughts flew at her more as she slowly undressed, pulling a bra up her shoulders. she wasn't sure what she was going to wear, and she damn hoped he would knock. otherwise, he was going to see her mostly naked, and that wouldn't be cool.. or maybe it would be? god, she didn't even know anymore. it was now, though, that she started being indecisive. running a hand through her hair, she stared at the clothes in the closet. "fuck." the word left her mouth before she could even stop it. whatever, not like there was anyone there to hear her, right? whatever. she didn't care anyways. if there was someone there to hear her, they could get over it. she was seventeen and more than capable of cursing. ransom pulled out a few articles of clothing that looked like they would fit together then a few more, arranging them on the couch in outfits, she tapped her toes against the floor, her fingers fidgetting slightly. she could feel that she was over analyzing both of the outfits, but she really couldn't help it.

finally deciding on the skirt and black turtle neck, she reached out as she heard the door knob turning. fuck fuck fuck. the word repeated itself in her head as she grabbed the shirt, covering as much of her body as she could. she saw his blonde head of hair poke into the door as she settled into the couch, trying to dress as quickly as she possibly could to no avail. why the hell hadn't she gotten dressed in the back? well, it was too late for that.

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[DAVID ADAMS GREENE]

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David signed off of messenger with a sly grin on his face, he had been talking up this girl, Ransom, for some time now. He had seen her around a few times and asked some people about her, she seemed so innocent and quiet, definitely the type he liked to corrupt or dent a bit. When he came across her online, he had to take the opportunity. She seemed a little clueless, but he was convinced he could handle it for now. Plus, it was kind of cute to be honest. He liked a little bit of a challenge, it kept him interested and amused. He quickly changed into something more presentable, he was originally in his sleepwear. He changed into dark denim skinny jeans and a white band tee, he slipped on his shoes and grabbed his hoodie on the way out. It was night time, so it was definitely cold. He looked around the bus, everyone was out surprisingly. Not everyone was always off the bus simultaneously, so this event was definitely rare. The bus was semi-clean, the occasional fan gift or article of clothing in random spots.

He had took exactly ten minutes, the walk was cold and quick. He came across a few of his friends on the way; some were hanging outside smoking cigarettes and chatting. He kept his hands in his jean pockets as he strode through the parking lot, the buses weren’t too far from one another. He found her bus easily, he considered knocking but instantly deleted that option and just helped himself. He turned the knob and walked right in, he wasn’t one to follow the rules. He walked right on in, noticing the partially naked girl right away. ”Daaaammmn”, he couldn’t help but say, he was a guy, come on. His face brightened up, it was nice to see the merchandise ahead of time he had to admit. He wasn’t aware of her age, but to him, she did look rather young. He chose not to question it, he didn’t want to ruin it just yet. He smiled her way, ”My bad, I didn’t think you’d be… changing”, he couldn’t help but check her out as much as he could. ”Um, I’ll wait outside, gorgeous”, he winked, the smile never leaving his face. ”If you need some assistance just come and get me”, he winked as he walked back outside, chuckling to himself.

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ransom could feel the heat in her face. fuck. she could feel her cheeks getting more and more red, the heat in her skin getting worse. why hadn't she been smart enough to dress in the back where her clothes were stored? why had she moved to the front? and why the fuck hadn't he knocked? she could have been doing anything and he just busts in through the front door, really? hadn't anyone taught him that was rude? and basically against any rule she had ever been taught.of course, she hadn't really thought he was one to follow the rules, the way he talked about drugs and sex as if it meant nothing. but she couldn't help but wonder if he meant those things he said to those other girls. or if he really was as sweet as he tried to make her think he was, though he was a fairly nice guy...so far. she didn't know what to thin of him, really. how many times had he said those words before? how many girls had he hurt? did he just feed on girls like her? god, the questions were killing her as she clutched her shirt as close to her body as she possibly could, trying to cover up as the single word left his lips. the heat in her cheeks got more intense. god, what was wrong with guys? she wasn't sure.

her heart was beating rapidly, of course he didn't think she would be getting dressed. not many people would've been dressing in the middle of the might. as he winked at her, she shrank into the couch becoming as red as a potato. she couldn't even force words out. she had suddenly become much more nervoice about the night than she already was. he was probably the only guy to see her mostly undressed. she couldn't will her mouth or vocal chords to work anymore, so instead of saying anything, she just nodded as he backed out of the room, winking again. he was scaring her slightly. god damn it. why was she so stupid? jesus. the worst part about it, was that she knew it would ahppen again and again, because it always happened. as soon as she heard the comfort of the door completely shut, she jumped up, repositioning the shirt on her body so that it was smooth against her body. she snatched up the skirt off the couch and pulled it up so that it over-lapped her turtle neck at the waste, handing so it barelt covered her butt. she didn't put anything on underneath it, not really caring that she really wasn't all too clothed on her lower half. it was all so restricting, jeans and pants. she really hated it more than anything.

taking a look at herself in the mirror, she bit her lip. it looked nice and all, but she wasn't sure that was actually what she wanted to wear. the sweater, though it was long sleeved, was actually very thin, and it was cold outside. the goosebumps on her arms prooved it. she looked back over at the couch, deciding to wear that instead. she walked back over to the couch, looking down at the other outfit before shrugging. "it's too cold for this.." she said gently, wiggling out of her skirt quickly, her bare legs showing. there was a cool draft, but she didn't really think much of it. she pulled her shirt back over her head, her figure distinct as she arched her back slightly, unaware of the open window. it wasn't like she had a bad body. a good c-cup, at least. her waist was small, she wore a size small. another cool breeze rushed past her skin and she grabbed the large shirt-dress, pulling it over her head. it hung a bit lower than the skirt would have, but that was okay. she slipped into her shoes, taking a key to the bus and locking it around her underwear. that was something she did lately. she got out a sticky note and scribbled down a small note for her siblings before opening up the door and moving down the stairs, the embarrassment still on her face from when he'd walked in. "sorry that took so long." she said softly, biting her lip. she stared at her feet, not sure of what to say.

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[DAVID ADAMS GREENE]

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Ransom was truly pretty damn hot, David was grateful to have the mental image of her mostly naked now. Now whenever he saw her, he could just think of that image and smile. He liked knowing what was under a girl’s clothes; at least he knew he wouldn’t be disappointed. She didn’t have any sort of dysfunction on her body, which was definitely relieving. The last thing David wanted was a pretty girl with like, 6 toes or something? Or a third nipple? Yes, David was shallow as hell, and was very selective when it came to girls. But it’s just how he was and how he portrayed his sex life, he was about quality most of the time, depending how drunk he was.

He hopped off the bus with one swift jump on the cold parking lot ground; he leaned against her bus and considered smoking a cigarette, but had realized he had forgotten it back at the bus. He knew he’d return soon, which was why. He waited patiently and wondered why she was taking so long, he thought it was so funny how she seemed so nervous all the time. She probably thought he was some creeper, but eh well, David gave off that impression some times. He didn’t care though; he knew he was just a horny male that liked flirting and hooking up with random girls. The more innocent or wild, the better. David loved all kinds of girls, but his favorite, were the ones he could get good reactions out of. They were more amusing and he liked being entertained.

He looked around and noticed a window was open, normally he wouldn’t really take a gaze, but he wanted to see why she was taking so long. Did she change her mind because he had walked in on her? He peaked in quickly and saw her change clothes, she seemed to want to look good for him, which he thought was pretty flattering. He couldn’t help but watch a bit, but eventually turned away when he felt he got enough of the image. He leaned against the bus again waiting patiently, she finally made her exit and came on out. She was wearing something shorter that revealed a majority of her legs, he loved women legs so this view was pretty good. ”It’s fine, your worth the wait”, he smiled sweetly and kicked himself off of the bus and walked beside her, ”Let’s go, gorgeous”. He said not touching her and keeping her distance, he didn’t want to scare the girl any further. ”So is there anything you want to do specifically?”, he asked casually, pretending as if the scene in the bus didn’t happen. He knew it’d only embarrass her more, so he chose to keep his words to himself for now, but the image of her partially naked body was still in his thoughts, that? he couldn’t help.

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as she stood beside him, ransom looked up at david quietly. she was short, that much she knew, and he was taller than her by a good amount of inches. probably around a foot, maybe a little less, actually. she stared at the ground the fire in her cheeks dying out, her heart slowing down. she could feel the heat leaving her face, letting out a mental sigh of relief. what was she doing? was this the right thing to do? were her fears enough to push her to go out with some guy she barely even knew? what if he was the guy that everyone was talking about? the one that wanted all the girls off the tour and he planned on hurting them until they all left.. she shuddered, not because she was cold, but because that sudden fear had crept up on her. god, she hoped she wasn't being stupid. with all the stuff she'd heard about this guy, she really didn't know what to think of it all. apparently, he just wanted in her pants. she'd been warned by numerous girls, one of them being the infamous vanna, who never shut up, but was always honest. even though she didn't understand much, she realized that much. vanna never told a lie. but what if he had completely changed? what if he was some kind of other person now that actually wanted to be around a girl for longer than a time frame of five hours? she was confused. there wasn't much of a way she could change her mind, now..was there? she had already agreed to go out with him, but she'd stored it away in the back of her mind that she wasn't doing anything more than talking and walking with him..and maybe eating, because she was hungry.

she was always hungry, though. so that wasn't anything new. she had been going to go out or order something sooner or later, because she could hear her stomach growling. after a few seconds, she realized she had just been standing there silently thinking. his voice rang through her ears, the question part of his speech at least. she gave a hard shiver, it was cold outside, even with the thick shirt on, probably due to her lack of pants. she didn't care, she could put up with the heat deprivision if it meant she didn't have to have a bunch of pants on. her shoes were thin as well, the gravel poking her feet through the soles of her shoes. she looked up at him, a slightly blank expression on her face before she realized she still hadn't answered his question. damn her and her mental blocks. "well... before you suggested hanging out, i was gonna order some food." she said with a shrug. her stomach gave a loud growl and she frowned. "so yeah, we could do that." her voice was soft as she gave him a small happy smile, wiping the frown off her face easily. her mind was floating, in a sense. her fingers were getting clammy and cold. she had to walk faster than normal to keep up with him because he was larger than her, but she didn't mind. it was another thing she was used to, so she sped up slightly. oh jesus, this was too hard and way too much work for her.

she reached her arm out, looping it around his elbow. "can we like..slow down a little?" she requested softly. "my legs aren't as long as yours. two of my strides is like one of yours." she said with half a laugh, though she really wasn't kidding. he was a lot taller than her, and his strides were a lot longer than hers. she had to half jog just to keep up with him.

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David probably had the worst reputation on tour when it came to women, hell; he’s either slept or flirted with every girl on this tour already. If he missed one, he’d find his way around to find her. Even the girls he actually saw as friends and nothing more, he still managed to hit on. It was just in his nature, plus, he did have an internal goal of nailing as many girls on the tour as he could. Plus, girls he met outside of the tour at a party or something. He always kept his eyes out while out in the city. Asshole mentality, but hey, it was David; you can’t really be too surprised. The good thing about David though, was that when you were around him, you couldn’t help but question those rumors. When he put the moves on a girl, he came off actually sweet and somewhat genuine, but that was just because he knew what to say to a girl to get her all buttered up. He was talented when it came to making a girl feel beautiful or special, it was probably his specialty. The fact that he came off as laid-back at times definitely assured them that he wasn’t as creepy or as much of a dick as people led him on to be.

He was one of those people in which you had to experience for yourself, to truly get what everyone was talking about. Sure, some could probably see through his bull shit and fake persona at times, but most didn’t. Once some girls saw his infamous smirk, they knew exactly what was on his mind, and he didn’t hide it. No one could even get him to open up to them, so as his friends, they found it difficult to defend him. He didn’t really answer to rumors or pay much mind to them; he usually just did his thing and went for what he wanted anyways. So for now, he felt like he was good, he was living the life and had his fair amount of haters and victims. What did he get out of hurting others? Women in general? A kick, that was for sure. He felt empowered and more important, he felt as if everyone should just live life, and not worry about feelings and bull shit like that. Why couldn’t everyone just have fun and mingle? Did they really believe that there was one person for everyone out there? So in a way, he was trying to teach them a lesson? A lesson about life and living it to the fullest.

He waited patiently for her to reply, from the blank expression on her face, he could tell this would take some getting used to. He had a feeling he’d have a few moments like these with her, but did he mind? A little, but it’d all be worth it, at least he hoped it would be. He scratched his head as he waited, wondering what the hell she was contemplating in her mind. Did he ask that hard of a question? He recited it in his mind, just in case; maybe he was the one that missed something. well… before you suggested hanging out, I was gonna order some food. So yeah we could do that, he nodded as they began to walk. ”Sounds perfect, im a little hungry anyways”, he shrugged happily. He walked a little faster than her, but he didn’t really catch it, he was too focused on thinking of where to eat. Before he could mention something she had grabbed him by the arm, slipping her arm through, interlocking their arms. can we like.. Slow down a little? My legs aren’t as long as yours, two of my strides is like one of yours, he couldn’t help but laugh as he looked at her. She was indeed getting cuter by the second, and surprisingly the girl actually was pretty funny. ”No problem, I apologize

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He walked a little slower, but still at a good enough pace to get there faster than usual. He kept her close, occasionally looking over at her. ”So what are you in the mood for? “[/color], they were now in town and the lights of new York City welcomed them with open arms and crowded streets. He made a turn somewhere, leading her to where he knew of a few food places. He stopped in his tracks, making her stop too, ”Pick one”[/color], he gestured with his free hand over at the three places before them. Two of the places were on the side of the street they were standing on, one being a diner like place, the other being a Mexican place. The third place was across the street, the two musicians would have to make their way through the passing vehicles to get there. David wasn’t sure what the place sold, he couldn’t tell from the outside. He looked over at her, not really caring what she picked. He was a guy, guys didn’t care where they were, they just wanted food. ”Whatever your little stomach desires… my treat”, he smiled her way, reassuring her that he didn’t mind where they ate. He couldn’t help but look her up and down again, she looked so pure but the way she dressed gave another impression. It all made her much more mysterious, he couldn’t wait to get into this girls head more. She seemed like such an easy target, he wondered how far he’d actually get with her. Who knows though? Maybe the two would actually turn out to be good friends? David shrugged the thought away, he doubted it, she was much too quiet and innocent for him to be good friends with. But who knew?
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ransom quickly signed off of everything that was open on her co]ransom could feel her head spinning slightly. not from anything that she had done, she wasn't dizzy. she was just..thinking. and even she knew she was thinking too much, and over analyzing things. it was something she had done since she was younger. her siblings had always sort of wondered what she was doing when she just stood there and looked off into space. was she thinking? or was she just stupid? had being with their father for so long made her unintelligent? that's what the two had assumed for a long time, though after a few counceling appointments, they quickly found out that she just over thought everything. the only time she didn't really think a whole ton was when she was playing her guitar and thinking of songs. she was really indecisive and extremely slow to reply when asked a question. she couldn't really help it, it wasn't her fault, really. she hadn't asked to be put together like this, she just had. that was how she had been for as long as she could remember, which, believe it or not, was awhile back. her father had used to get upset with her for it, though it still wasn't necessarily her fault. part of it, actually had been blamed on her father, and she didn't blame them. he had hurt her and abused her as an older child and pre-teen, and nobody had really ever helped her. not the schools, nobody. not until they found out he was some hardcore drug dealer who killed a bunch of people or something like that. she didn't care anymore, it was all behind her, but the effects were still made on her body and mind, and they weren't going away any time soon.

she contemplated telling him in advance that she may take a little while to respond if he asked questions. a lot of the time, she didn't even really pay attention. first, though, she thought about pulling her arm away from his, but she didn't. she never did things like that, for fear of seeming mean or uninteresting in being friendly. that was another big thing about ransom. one of the reasons she was so contemplative and why she over thought things was because she didn't want to seem like a horrible, mean person, so she always thought about what she was going to say over and over again. sometimes, she repeated it in her head too many times to count. that, and she questioned everything mentally, but she would never question it verbally. like him and the way his reputation was so horrible? she would never actually ask that. part of it was because she wasn't bold enough to actually talk. when it came down to things, she was pretty shy, didn't really do a lot of talking to new people... or old friends, even. she was the quiet one of the group, too busy thinking, usually. and it either really bothered people, or they were chill and didn't really care. most assumed she was just lazy. now that she was thinking about it, though, she decided to tell him about the fact that she thought way too much for her own good, so he wouldn't think she was just some retarded chick that he had gotten into a mess with.

quietly, she cleared her throat, smiling. "thanks, for slowing down and all." her voice was soft, the corners of her lips tugged up. "and, i just wanted to tell you that if it takes me awhile to reply to what you're saying, or if i ask you to repeat yourself.. i'm just over analyzing my own thoughts.." ransom moved the hair out of her face with one hand. "it's something i've done since i was little, i guess.. so yeah, i'm not usually confused, just thinking about things or not really paying attention." she paused for a second, wondering if she should add something. did she sound completely idiotic? would he think she was even stupider than he already did? was she going to just continue making a fool of herself? shit, she was doing it again. running a hand through her hair again, she glanced back up at him, shaking the thoughts from her head. she needed to focus, seriously. "so yeah.. sorry in advance." she said sweetly, trying to make up for her own unintelligent voice. she really hated herself sometimes, and kind of wanted to kill her own personality. no, kill was the wrong word. murder. that made for better sense. she was constantly making herself seem less intelligent than her personality already did her. she didn't really want to continue talking.

before she could say anything else to further insult herself he stopped them on the street corner. she looked down at the restaurants he was motioning to, listening to him tell her that she could choose and that it was her choice. see, now why did people do this to her? she didn't know what she wanted to do, but now she had to choose because he had beat her to saying the simple words. she bit her lip for a second, glancing around. she automatically put the one across the street out of thought. sure, they had great italian food and all, but it was across the busy street, and even though david was with her, she just wasn't in the mood. he walked too fast for her anyways. her light eyes moved over to the other two restaurants. ransom had never really liked mexican food, it made her stomach hurt, so that option was thrown out. that left the little diner. she'd been there once or twice with friends, it was affordable and the employees were really nice. yeah, she liked that idea a lot better than the mexican restaurants. "we could go to dave's." she said softly, motioning to the little diner. "they're really nice there, and it's affordable." she said sweetly, stepping forward cautiously to see if he was following along or if he'd rather lead. she wasn't sure, really.. but she'd figure it out soon enough, even if it was all alone.

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David was taken off guard when she went on about why she was so slow in response; he had to admit her voice was soft and cute. Her explanation surprised him, but hey, at least he wasn’t out with some mentally challenged chick. The night would be much more frustrating. He nodded letting her know he understood and shrugged, he didn’t care too much. To be honest, he hated small talk and getting to know girls, so her talking very little was actually encouraged. He had plans though, plans specifically for her. He didn’t usually take a girl out to eat, but he thought it was the least he could do for now. Especially since he didn’t plan on really seeing or talking to this girl again after getting what he wanted out of her. He had done this run-around many times before and had pretty much mastered it, so he was good for the night.

At least he was getting some food in his stomach before any further plans, she finally picked and he nodded. What a coincidence the place was called ‘DAVES’, it made David smirk to himself. He could use some good diner food, he had been to this place once before. But he didn’t remember half of it, some friends and he were pretty blown out of their mind and got extreme munchies, and they managed to find their way here. David often had adventures like that with his friends; those were his days off of women. Yes, David had days off. He couldn’t be a hot sex machine all the time, now could he? He needed some kind of break. He followed her lead, but she was walking way too slow. He walked beside her and placed a hand gently on the small of her back, mostly to hurry her up. He wasn’t rushing her though, he knew that she couldn’t walk that fast.

They got to the doors of the diner and David took the initiative to open the door for her. He still had his hand on her back so he practically pushed her inside, he didn’t mean to be so aggressive, but David was a bit impatient at times. He looked around and the cashier told them to find an empty booth and that she’d be right with the two. David looked around and tilted his head to side, indicating to Ransom that he had found a good spot. He led her this time to the booth and took a seat, the menu’s already being down on the table. He picked his up and looked through it, wondering what he wanted. He looked her over, she looked like a salad and water kind of girl, but then again he could be wrong. He looked back at the menu, finally deciding on what he was going to get, he closed the menu and placed it back on the table closed. ”You know what you want?”

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ransom frowned as his hand sat on the lower part of her back, practically pushing her forward. why was he rushing? the thoughts that came to mind sort of scared her, but she shook them away mentally and quickened her pace as he lead her around to the entrance of the restraunt. she had a few dollars tucked into her bra because she didn't often wear or bring wallets or purses, because a lot of the time, she would lose them. the same went with her keys which she locked around the hips of her underwear in desperate attempts to keep track of where they were at just about all times, otherwise some weird person could have an easy entrance into their bus, and that was never really going to be cool, because of all the weird shit that was happening around the tour, she couldn't have some weirdo having the key to their bus. that could and probably would be very, very bad. so instead, she just kept them locked somewhere she knew they would always be. that's how it had been for a long while, and she couldn't change it now, because then she would end up losing them somewhere in the bus, and sometimes she just didn't have the energy or will to look around that damn bus for something that she should have had the whole time.

she hurried through the doors as he practically shoved her in. maybe he was just impatient to eat? she wasn't really sure, but part of her really didn't like this rushing thing. being slow and thinking so much, she liked a more relaxed pace, usually. but, she would keep up the best she could. eagerly, he pushed her to a booth sliding into the seats as she sat across from him quietly. "jee, what's your rush?" she murmured, mostly to herself. this was all so out of her element, and she was so new to it all, that she really didn't even know what to do or say. she wasn't sure she liked all of this; wasn't sure she wanted to be here with him, though she knew it was way too late to change her mind now. her fingers tapped against the table quietly, touching lightly piano chords that she'd slowly been picking up. she was getting better, but that was beside the point. she looked at the menu quietly. what did she want? oh god, she wasn't really sure. salad? no. she got that every time.. maybe she'd settle for a chicken wrap. she almost felt bad that he was paying, because she had suggested this, but then again, she hadn't suggested he pay. shaking the thoughts from her head again, she smiled up at the waitress, ordering a chicken caesar wrap and a water, watching as she walked off.

dinner went by fast; faster than she liked. he seemed to eat a lot quicker than she did and finished a good five minutes before her. normally, it probably would've taken her even longer, but she gave up quickly due to his tapping on the table. this was all making her nervous. she didn't know what to think of all of this. was he trying to get her to hurry for a reason? or was he just naturally an impatient person? she wasn't sure, but she could feel hesitation slipping over her like clothes that were too big. it was engulfing her, and she was constantly reminding herself that nothing bad was going to happen to her. after five minutes of his table tapping, she scooted her food away from herself, she was done. she couldn't take it. she felt like she was taking too long for him, as if it was going to kill him to sit and wait patiently for her to finish, so she would just let herself finish early. she didn't need a box, nor did she ask for one for slight fear that he would have a burst of impatient feelings because of having to wait for it. so she just smiled and dropped the tip onto the table, going with him to the cashier. he paid like he had said he would, and she watched quietly before exiting.

it seemed like the trip back was going a lot faster than the trip to the restaurant had been. she got the understanding that he wanted to go fast, so she hurried the best she could, barely able to keep up with him at some points. sure, she was latched to his arm, but that was just so he would be able to know how fast she was able to go. his hand was on her lower back, hurrying her along like it had been before. it didn't take long and they were re-entering the parking lot where all the buses were parked. she slowed down, not caring if he slowed with her. he would have to tug her along. the thoughts ran through her head and she quickly changed her mind, speeding up once more. she didn't want him to think she was some kind of stubborn, unwilling jerk. she couldn't do that to herself. as they reached her bus she stopped with a small smile, unnoticably unclipping the keys from around her underwear, unlocking and opening the door quietly. slowly, she started up the stairs. "want to come in?" she asked, pulling him up the stairs slightly. "we can watch a movie or something." she suggested with a smile. her siblings still weren't home, which was odd, but she needed someone to be there with her, or she would easily freak out.

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David could be a pretty impatient person at times; he hated waiting if it wasn’t necessary or relevant. Even when fans would wait in lines to meet their band, he felt bad for them, who would wait that long just to meet them? Actually, it’s pretty understandable, considering it was David’s band. They were pretty amazing, at least David believed so. But point was, he knew how much of a pain it was to wait in line, especially if you’re just going to meet and talk to someone for just two seconds. So he usually just walked around after the set or meet and greets, so that fans could just randomly see him and walk up to him. See? David was actually pretty thoughtful and nice when he wanted to be. Not a lot of people saw that side though.

He had ordered himself some chicken tenders and some fries, not very classy I know, but he was a guy so whatever. He ate pretty fast, for one, again he was a guy, and two, he wanted to get out of here already. He wasn’t one for small talk, especially when it wasn’t too indispensable, he just liked to flirt and get his groove on. He was well aware that there were girls in the world that would take some time to get to where he wanted them and he was fine with that, but his impatience sometimes kicked in. His food was gone and the plate was pushed to the side of the table, for the waiter to pick it up and handle. During the eating, they talked a decent amount, he asking her a few things that really just went through one ear and out the other. His mind had a way of filtering the things that didn’t quite matter. He looked over at her when he was done; she still had some on her plate and looked like she was still enjoying it. He tried his best to wait patiently, but his hands did differently, they managed to tap on the table as if to pass the time. He knew it was a rude thing to do, but frankly, he didn’t really care. He nearly shot up when she pushed her plate to the side, the two walked to the cashier and David paid as he claimed he would.

David couldn’t wait to get out of that place, but knew that the fact that he had bought her dinner would gain him some sort of points, right? They headed back towards the buses; he hoped that she’d still want to hang out after. Even though he wasn’t being the nicest person during the dinner, he’d make up for it. She was holding his arm once more and he had his hand on the small of her back, he had to admit, he loathed how sluggish she was when it came to walking. They had gotten to the buses rather quickly; he walked her to her bus, as most gentlemen did after a night out. He waited patiently as she stood in front of the door and grabbed her keys; he raised a brow as he watched her. Where the hell did she keep her keys? He was too dumb to notice that she didn’t have a purse, wallet, bag, or pockets earlier. Where the hell did she keep her money? Her phone? This girl was a bit on the weird side, but whatever.

She had finally got it open and started up the stairs, lightly pulling him along inviting him in. He would have said yes anyways, but the fact that she was practically bringing him along anyways made him want to come in even more. He smiled her way and nodded, ”Yeah… or something”

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ransom could feel eyes on the back of her head and she shuddered just slightly. quietly, she closed the door behind him, locking it just for safety. her siblings all had keys, right? the whole band had a key, so they should all be able to get in. sometimes, she really didn't feel safe even when there was someone with her. she didn't really trust a whole lot of people. the girl had surprised even herself by letting this stranger into the place where she lived, not that it was dirty. when ransom was home alone she usually ended up cleaning then reading or going on the internet after finishing. it was a habit she had never really been able to shake since she lived with her father. just a habit, and it's not like it was a bad habit or anything. many people considered the like of cleaning a great thing, and it really destressed her, not to mention their clean bus usually impressed people. it was crazy how much she actually got cleaned. cleaning was probably an understatement, she scrubbed; and it was only worse when she was upset. though, upset was something she hadn't been in a long while, that didn't really matter. in short, the bus was pretty much spotless and every bed was made. that was her best and worst habit, in all honesty.

quietly, she watched as he settled into the couch, smiling at him gently. she hadn't managed to see the look he'd given her when she magically produced her keys. a lot of people didn't really understand or notice until this time anyways, but she wasn't going to explain. not unless he asked, and she was pretty sure he wouldn't. her lack of pockets never really occurred to people on most days, which didn't bother her. she liked it better that way, it confused people and such, so she might've had a slight advantage for two seconds to take someone off guard? right now, she knew she didn't really need any sort of advtanage...did she? she wasn't sure. biting her lip, she looked over the small movie collection she and her siblings had managed to accumulate over the past year. there wasn't more than fifteen movies. a shrug rolled over her shoulders and she pulled out alice in wonderland the new remastered version or whatever, so the quality would be a lot better and such. unlike david, ransom planned on watching the movie, or at least part of it. she wsa getting a bit tired, but she knew that if there wasn't someone there, she wouldn't sleep. maybe that was why she so eagerly invited him in? she wasn't sure.

"i hope alice in wonderland is okay.." ransom murmured as she went over to the dvd player and put the little disk in, biting her lip. she skipped through all the previews and pressed play before walking back over, settling into the couch beside him. she smirked as he spoke. she actually got that question a lot more than she ever thought she would. the truth of the matter was thats had always made her feel really uncomfortable, along with shoes, but she dealt with those, because she had really sensitive feet. she could get away with not wearing pants, but not shoes, unless they were going somewhere by car, which she'd realized that they didn't do once they were parked for the tour, so most times, she wore shoes. "pants make me feel really uncomfortable, actually. i've never really worn them." she said with a short shrug, laying backwards against the back of the couch. "they make my legs really itchy, so i deal with the cold. it's not that bad." she added quietly, running a hand through her hair.

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David shrugged, [color=navy’”Sure”

[/color], he smiled, not really caring what they watched. He had remembered seeing the movie she chose a while ago, to be honest, it was pretty lame watching it right now. Was this girl serious? Why did she seem like such a child? He shrugged the thought away, whatever, maybe she wanted to put it on so David could get bored and put the moves on her? Yeah, maybe that was it. When she sat beside him, he scooted a little over near her and placed an arm around her. It was pretty natural to him when sitting next to a girl he was hanging out with. The movie began, he was staring at the screen, watching her forward through the credits and what not. The movie started, the blonde chick was in a bed of flowers, David had forgotten about this part. This was seriously so lame, he looked over at her and smiled a little at her innocent face so interested in the movie. ”You seem so innocent… have you ever even been with a boy alone?... that you weren’t related to”[/color], he asked with a smile. He couldn’t help but notice how adorable she actually was, her face was so pure and young, she had to be about nineteen, right?

He looked down at her bare legs and smiled, ”I’m surprised, you’re really beautiful”[/color], he said with honest eyes. ”I would assume someone would have scooped you up by now”[/color], he said with a wink. He looked back at the screen with a smile, not really paying attention to what was being said or done in it. He looked back at her, ”I have an idea…”[/color], he said with a smile as she looked back at him, he leaned in a little trying to kiss her, but she pulled away, the second the tip of their lips touched. She looked like a lost puppy, like she was afraid or something, ”I won’t hurt you… you just look… really kissable, I promise I won’t hurt you”[/color], he said with a sincere smile. ”You’ll like it, if you want me to stop, just tell me, okay?”[/color], he said sounding as if he actually gave a flying crap, he leaned in again, this time slower just to show her that he was serious about being careful with her. His hands were away, one arm around her shoulders, his other hand in his lap. He pulled away after a second and looked at her innocently, ”See? Now that wasn’t so bad, was it?”[/color], he smiled then waited a few seconds before kissing her again, just to make sure he wasn’t going to be rejected again.

He kissed her for a bit longer before bringing his free hand to her thigh on the opposite side, it was bare, very soft as he predicted. She wasn’t the best kisser, but then again, it was probably her first time. It seemed as if she was getting better by the second, probably getting the hang of it now. When his hand touched her thigh, he felt her jump a bit but she kept going. He was going slow and being as patient and gentle as he could. He didn’t want to scare the girl away before he got to home plate. He began to move his hand up, now at the bottom rim of her shirt, his fingers slowly sliding beneath the cloth. He was pushed away again and again, looked at as if she was scared or worried about something. He took his hand back slowly, placing it on her thigh again. ”I won’t hurt you, just go with it” , he nodded trying to act as genuine as he could. He wanted to reassure that he wasn’t going to hurt her. After a little stare down, he just trying to convince her with his eyes, she finally gave in on kissing him again. She flinched or pushed his hand away every so often, but eventually allowed him to complete his mission.

Because he had to take it pretty slow with this girl, the sex went longer than intended, but it didn’t exceed an hour. They were both undressed on the couch lying there, his breathing wasn’t off as it normally was after he had sex, mostly because he actually had to go slower. The girl was a virgin, that wasn’t hard to see, virgin’s had to be taken lightly during the process. He had to admit, the fact that he had just taken her virginity, made him feel more empowered. During the whole thing, he had to continue to reassure her that it was all going to be okay, he slowed down and stopped when she asked him to or looked like she needed a minute. This wasn’t his first time taking a girl’s virginity, so he knew he had to actually be more patient, whether he wanted to or not. After about one minute of holding her, he noticed her getting comfortable and immediately set himself free from under her. ”Oh, look at the time… Gotta go, princess”[/color],he hopped to his feet and began to gather his clothes, slipping on his boxers first.
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ransom could feel her stomach turning with uneasiness. this was weird. she really hadn't ever been around guys before.. only the two besides her brother in the band, but they didn't count, because they were like brothers. the question was stewing in her mind now that he had asked it. that was a good question, once she asked herself about it. she really didn't even notice his arm which was placed around her shoulders, hugging her closer to him. though, she didn't really notice much when she was thinking. it hadn't been but a minute, she was just tracing through her memories. biting her lip, she shrugged, suddenly aware of his arm, though she didn't push him away. what was the point? it didn't bother her. he wasn't touching her in a way that made her uncomfortable or anything. she shook her head quietly. "no, i've never been alone with a boy.. well.. besides the guys in the band, but they act like family.." her voice was soft as she practically murmured her reply. she wasn't really watching the video any more than he was. it wasn't that she had forgotten that it was playing, just that she was slightly intrigued by this guy and his interest in her. what did he really want? was there some kind of motive behind his kind words and sweet actions? she'd been told numerous times in her life that there was only one thing that guys really wanted, whether it was by her father, brother, sister, mother, or other people around that she had either gotten close with and drifted from, or just people that had given her little pieces of advice.

her heart raced slightly. how was she supposed to respond to that? people had tried in the past, but they had never really gotten past her brother and sister. it was almost like they were her defense mechanism, only it was involuntary. she didn't ask them to help her or to stand up for her unless she really needed it. otherwise, they just sort of come in and start chasing people away, like many over protective way over worried siblings did. they had told her many times that they were just afraid of her getting hurt, and she could definitely see where they were coming from. it seemed a lot of guys, especially fans just wanted to get in bed with her.. probably so they could say they slept with someone famous, and she worked hard to try and save that little piece of her that she could never get back. that's what had been recommended to her in the past, not that she really thought about it too much. sure, she wanted to give it away to the right person, but..would that happen? probably not. she didn't have faith in herself to say no if someone seriously tried to get her in bed. quietly, she followed his glance to the television. nothing too great was actually playing, her head turning back to him as he said something about an idea. caught off guard, she pushed him away, scooting back just a bit as he leaned in for a kiss, frowning to herself. "i-" she was cut off as he started talking and she bit her lip.

unsure of if she liked any of this, he leaned in for another kiss. her stomach turned again and she closed her eyes just for a second. she couldn't enjoy this, really..it was new to her.. and he was so.. advanced, compared to her at least. she gave it her best try to kiss him back, looking at him. there were so many questions streaming through her head right now, she didn't even know what he was doing anymore. vaguely aware of him getting closer and closer to her by the second, she let a hand drift up to her lips as he pulled away. what was she doing? she had barely met this guy. and now she was kissing him? that was one thing of hers he had now, that she would never be able to get back. one less thing she truly had to hold onto now. her first kiss. what was she doing. "i-i g-guess." her voice stumbled over the easy words. agreeing was easier than saying what was on her mind. she felt..bad almost. the brunette still wasn't sure she was okay with any of this. it was all moving so fast, though, she couldn't say something about any of this, could she? the confusion that was polluting her mind, along with the newness of all of this, that she didn't even know what to say. she held back a small whimper as he closed in for another kiss, sinking further into the couch.

she slowly started getting more and more comfortable with kissing, accepting the fact that she wasn't getting it back any time soon. it had already happened, even if it had been slightly against her own will and she had been completely unsure of everything.. but maybe he was right? this wasn't so bad.. was it? she couldn't even answer that question and know if she was being honest. she wasn't sure what she thought of any of this, it was all taking her by surprise. if she had any clue as to what to do before, she didn't as his hand rested on her thigh. her heart sped up, and she could've swore it skipped a few beats. the skin to skin contact made her jump a little, almost pulling away from him once more, though she refrained. her eyes closed so he wouldn't see her eyes darting around the room as she thought. she wasn't particularly fond of any of this, really. the kissing, the touching. she really didn't know him very well, just what he claimed to be. her heart was racing so fast she was sure he could feel it pulsing through her and into him or something. not because she was doing any sort of physical activity that would cause her heart rate to spike up like this, but because she was nervous. she stopped him multiple times over the little while it took for him to get her comfortable with all of it. his hands sliding up between her legs too many times to count. she stopped him almost every time though, until he finally get to where he wanted. all she could do every time he said something was nod, and let him keep going, because she didn't have the courage to stop him.

for some reason, he seemed to be a lot more patient with her once they got into actual sex. now that every thing was a little less awkward to her, and she knew slightly what was going on.. the questions and thoughts shooting through her head as if she was some sort of answering device, like the stupid text questions to this number and we'll answer them numbers that she heard about way too often. was this the wrong thing to do? it didn't matter anymore, she had already done it. did this make her a whore? she thought so, though she was sure not many people would.. would they? slowly, she was realizing this was one of the stupidest things she'd done in a majority of her life. what had she been thinking? she knew the answer to that one; everything. her mind had been every where, and he had taken good advantage of that. all of this was a bit weird to her, still. most people had already agreed that she wasn't quite mentally ready for sex.. that was something she had always known. she hadn't been quite ready for the pain, either. most people said that it wasn't as bad as every one said it was, but she couldn't say she agreed. she was pretty sensitive to pain, even if he was being slow and gentle. as he finished, she realized her breathing was as weird and messed up as it had been before, even as his arms wrapped around her for a quick moment.

ransom slowly started relaxing, maybe she would get some sleep tonight.. she was exhausted. her hips hurt and she was scared of what might happen after all was said and done.. was this the end? god damn, she hoped not. other wise, she really was as much of a whore as she felt like she was. she shook the thoughts from her head.. he wasn't going to do that, right? as soon as the question passed her mind, he got up, saying something about the time. frowning, she sat up slowly. what the hell was he talking about? where could he possibly be going at.. what? it was nine thirty at night. everything was closed on the tour parking lot, and a good majority of all the places in town were closed with the exception of convenience stores and fast food restaurants. "where could you possible be going? it's like.. nine thirty.." her voice was quiet. she was getting slightly upset, and it showed a bit.. not as much as the thoughts inside were tearing her apart. oh good lord, what had she gotten herself into?

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So maybe David did take advantage of this girl, she was innocent and wasn’t really aware of what was happening. He had taken something from her that was mostly known as sacred to girls, but honestly, he didn’t give a shit. He loved the fact that he was her first; she would HAVE to remember him and her first time. She was a musician which was hilarious to David, what would her fans say? David couldn’t help but love what he had just done. He had just added another name to his taken v-card list, yes, he had a mental list. He knew if he had a real heart or real care he would have the kindness to stop when she first pulled away, she obviously wasn’t ready or comfortable, but no, David kept going. He was definitely at fault here; he’d be even more at fault if he was aware of her actual age. But that was far from his mind; he just handled his business and decided to leave when the time was right. He liked that she was so submissive and willing, she probably wasn’t sure what he was doing, but she sure let him. That’s all the green light that David needed to be honest. She never really said the word ‘no’ and she was contributing to the act, so it definitely wasn’t rape. David would never go that far, though this was pretty close to be honest.

David slipped his jeans up, zipped, and buttoned and started slipping on his socks and shoes. He didn’t really pay much mind to her reaction, but then she spoke asking him where he was going. Normally David would just make up a lie, but he didn’t waste his time, he couldn’t think of one right now. Plus, from experience, once you take a girl’s virginity, they think they’re in fucking love with you, which David hated, it was the one downfall of taking a girls virginity. But he was willing to take that risk with this girl and just so she’d stay away, he decided to be bluntly honest. He looked at her and cocked his head back laughing a bit, ”What... Did you think we were going to fucking cuddle?”, he shook his head in disbelief; this girl was more gullible than he expected. His shoes were on and he was slipping his arms through the arm holes of his shirt. He looked back at her, seeing the lost and hurt expression on her face, ”I don’t do sleepovers, unless the girl’s really worth it… which obviously, you’re not”, he shrugged trying to explain in the simplest of terns. He then realized that he probably just insulted her ignorance when it came to sex, ”Plus, I already got what I wanted, what’s the point?.. I mean… you did pretty decent… for your first time… but…”, he said shaking his head and acting as if it was as best of a compliment as she was getting.

”Your welcome, by the way”, he smiled like he had just given her the best gift of all, ”You get to say David Adams Green was your first”. He winked with a light chuckle, ”That’s an honor”, he added lightly. It was true, he felt like it was a privilege to have slept with him. He was really conceited and put himself above all others, so yes, he thought very highly of himself. He swiped his hoodie up and slipped it on, zipping it up and looking around for his phone, keys, and wallet. He found them instantly, looked around to make sure had everything then back at her. She still had the dumbfounded look on her face, he felt it was pretty pathetic. She’d get over it soon, right? Eh, who cares? ”I’ll see you around or something?... later, Renee!”, he said with a smile, he didn’t leave her a number to reach him. He didn’t want her to reach him at all to be honest, he got what he wanted. He hopped off her bus almost in seconds, that’s when he realized Renee wasn’t her name. Ransom was her name, fuck, that would probably piss her off more. He thought about going back in to ccorrect himself, but she just shrugged and headed back to his bus.

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ransom's stomach lurched. oh good god. what the hell? why was she so stupid? it wasn't even really that she was stupid, she just didn't know how to speed up her thinking process. she wasn't stupid, just slow. when she had the time she needed, she was actually pretty intelligent. she hadn't really known what to think about any of this at the time. he had been moving so fast, she couldn't even get her brain to work properly. after the first sentence, she wasn't even listening to him anymore. her eyes closed slowly, biting on her lip as hard as she could, the blanket that was wrapped around her pulled tighter to her limbs. there was so many things going through her head at once. she was stupid, that much she knew. she hadn't listened when she should've. the tears that were forming behind her eyelids were stinging her pupils and the whites of her eyes. she hated him, she really did, but she couldn't let him see her cry. he had already belittled her, he didn't need to know that she felt as if she were completely worthless. of course, while most people would've blamed him for it, she couldn't bring herself to blame him completely. she hadn't exactly said no, though she wasn't exactly given the chance to say no. she felt like she could've thrown up right now. she just wanted him to leave, honestly. she didn't care how long he was staying or what he was saying, she just wanted him out.

she glanced up at him as he acted like she should be thanking him. what the heck? and he was calling her stupid? yeah, okay. he had her virginity, along with many other girls', probably. she wasn't anything special, nor was the act when it meant nothing. she didn't want to be able to say that her first time was with david adams greene, because he was an ass hole, though.. she still couldn't bring herself to hate him. she didn't say anything, just kept quiet as he continued to talk, her eyes closed again. she couldn't believe herself. she was just..a whore. only without getting paid. she wasn't even looking up at him, nor was she really conscious, not to his speaking at least. she was in her own head, and her own words were more harsh than his. this was all her own fault. she hadn't done anything to stop him. though, every time she pulled away he was right back, whispering something about it being okay or something. she needed to talk to some one. she had to clear her head. had to.. she heard the door close and waited a few seconds before letting herself break down. tears streamed down her face. the hatred she felt for her own self compared to no hate she had ever felt in her whole life. at this point, she hated herself more than she hated her father and anyone else who had ever hurt her. hell, she almost wished she could roll over, fall asleep, and never wake up again. this hurt. it all hurt so bad. quietly, she pulled some clothes back on, wiping her face and the tears that were streaming down her face.

it didn't help, though. for they were replaced with new tears not even seconds after she wiped her face. it was getting hard to breathe, the air getting caught in her lungs. she had let out a sob before looking around for her phone. some one. she needed to talk to some one before she killed herself. deliverance.. or khaos. some one that could calm her down, or come rock her to sleep. any one.. any one that wouldn't do what had just happened. "it's not an honor if you sleep with every other girl too, i suppose. that means i'm one of many. not one in many."

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