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[EVAN JAXON LOVATO-CRANE]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,10,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style, width: 420px; border: 10px solid #9a0800;] i won't do you no harm Foxy, Foxy You know you are a cute little heart breaker Foxy yeah, And you know you are a sweet little lover maker, Foxy I wanna take you home, yeah I won't do you no harm, You've got to be all mine, all mine ooh Foxy Lady ------------------- ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------- words: 645 tag: michael wearing: this notes: idek It was a rare day for Evan to wake up in her own bed, especially her own bed without the company of someone else. At the very least one of her three roommates took up most of the space but no, she was alone in this instance. Maybe this was God’s way of telling her to stop being such a skank. She knew it was against everything her fathers’ had taught her. Everything her faith in God taught her. But then again, if He didn’t want her to do this He would be stopping her, right? The logic seemed sound enough to her, and it wasn’t like she was being unsafe about her sexcapades. Evan made damn sure she wasn’t coming home with any extra critters. She was careful and certainly not entirely a slut. If she was then she would be sleeping with any client who so much as batted a lash at her. Evan was just…finding herself in the wrong places was all. Sometimes she wondered if this was just her taking after her biological mother, and sometimes she wondered if she was just taking after Papa. Not that she really cared all that much. These were just fleeting thoughts that crossed her mind as she motivated herself to get out of bed. Motivation came in the form of having to pee, which finally brought her snaking out from under her covers. It was honestly still a surprise that she hadn’t woken up with someone in the bed with her. And while Evan really didn’t give a single shit about who saw her naked she pulled on her panties and bra and a discarded shirt that probably belonged to one of her roommates. Just because she could, and wearing it like a dress to show the boys how it’s done. Her trip to the bathroom was uneventful and nothing worth noting, and with that said she shuffled her way to the kitchen to help herself to coffee. Should she make make extra for the rest of the boys? Well, she probably should. After all it was probably someone else’s coffee. But this was Evan we are talking about. Polite wasn’t in her vocabulary. She wasn’t the kind of person who made life helpful in any way. She liked to watch people suffer, even if it was over something as simple as a drink. So fuck that noise. No coffee for the rest of them. By the time she finally heard shuffling from the direction of the other bedrooms she was halfway through a second bowl of cereal with her hair pulled back in a very loose and messy bun and a half finished glass of juice. She was lounging on the couch with her feet kicked up on the coffee table. Watching cartoons like it was no big deal, and to her it wasn’t. She had always been an independent person. Always taken care of herself. It was just the way that she was. Despite a big of an age gap between her and her sister, Evan had generally been the one in charge. The one to lead and control and protect. Beating up the boys who made racist or hurtful comments at her. Saving her from bad boyfriends. Defending the weak from the cruelty of human kind. She wasn’t on her own by any means, she was just very good at taking care of herself when it was necessary. Evan felt no guilt in helping herself to someone’s cereal and juice within a house of four people. Was she supposed to keep track of whose food was whose? Fuck that noise. So when someone emerged she tilted her head back and peered at him lazily, still feeling a bit of her usual morning grump which wasn’t helped at all upon seeing which “him” it was. “Mornin’,”

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[michael jordan williams]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true][atrb=style, background-color: #fff; width: 450px, bTable] [style=background-color: #ffffff; text-align: center; font-family: arial; font-size: 9px; height: 30px;] NOTES HOPE IT'S OKAY WORDS 714 [/style] Michael wasn't really a morning person. Or much of one anyway. If he wanted to, he could either sleep the whole day or wake up at five in the morning. Today, he just laid in his bed staring up at the ceiling. He had no idea how long he'd been awake or what time it happened to be, but it was quiet which signaled that the rest of his roommates weren't yet up. Not that it would change his decision to get up or anything. Mike still felt tired, and yet he just couldn't make himself fall asleep. After a while, he heard some shuffling around outside his room. Someone was up. Either that or Evan brought someone home again and he was on his way out. Then again, he didn't remember seeing her with anyone last night before he went to bed. Wait, did he even see her before he went to bed? Michael rubbed his eyes. He was definitely still tired. He'd been up late the past few nights writing papers for classes. He didn't want to fall behind and somewhere down the road, things had begun to get a bit more difficult. He wasn't sure exactly where, but they had. Who knew, maybe it was just him and he just wasn't staying focused on his school work or something, he didn't know for sure but whatever it was, it needed to stop and go back to being somewhat easier. Michael had rolled over on his side to see if he could get more comfortable that way, but it was no use, especially after he started smelling coffee. Now he was wide awake for the rest of the day. He sighed and rolled onto his back again. His hands covered his face in frustration. He just wanted a little extra sleep, but no. And once he heard the cartoons playing on the television, he was done. The blue-eyed boy threw off the covers, sat up, and walked out into the living room. He glanced over at the couch and saw Evan. "Morning," Mike responded in a sleep deprived voice. He slowly made his way to the kitchen to where the coffee aroma lingered. He grabbed a mug from the cupboards, walked over to the coffee pot, and right as he was about to pour some of the caffeinated beverage into his glass, he stopped, noticing it was empty. A sigh escaped his lips. Figured. He should've known there wouldn't be any for the rest of the household since Evan made coffee. Nope, she only ever thought of herself. Micah clenched his jaw and gripped his mug firmly. He then set it down next to the coffee pot while he started a new batch, this time enough for the other guys incase they wanted some. While he was waiting for the coffee to brew, he went back to his room and threw a shirt on. "You know, it'd be nice if you could make enough coffee for the rest of us if you're going to make some," Michael said walking back out of his bedroom. He was referring to Evan, who he now noticed was wearing his shirt. Although she looked rather well in it, he couldn't tell her that. Instead he said, "Hey, that's my shirt. I've been looking for that!" After a second though, he thought about the type of person Evan was. She wasn't one to mind walking around naked, which made Mike slightly uncomfortable. I mean sure, most guys would love to have that every day, but Micah respected women, and he didn't feel comfortable looking at her and seeing that much of her. After all, he could hardly stand seeing her fully clothed. "Eh, just get it back to me whenever," he added, hoping she wouldn't take it off right there. Then, smelling fresh coffee, he strolled into the kitchen and filled his mug. He spun around, opened the refrigerator, and grabbed the french vanilla creamer and poured some of that in his mug as well. After placing the creamer back in the fridge, he took a spoon and mixed it in with the steaming cup of coffee. With that, he laid the spoon in the sink and took a sip. The beverage was nice and warm down his throat.

[EVAN JAXON LOVATO-CRANE]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,10,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style, width: 420px; border: 10px solid #9a0800;] i won't do you no harm Foxy, Foxy You know you are a cute little heart breaker Foxy yeah, And you know you are a sweet little lover maker, Foxy I wanna take you home, yeah I won't do you no harm, You've got to be all mine, all mine ooh Foxy Lady ------------------- ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------- words: idk tag: michael wearing: this notes: written on my phone Boundaries weren’t something Evan had ever really known. Growing up in such a close-knit family, she’d always been allowed to share things with her sister and even her dads. Half of her wardrobe was things she had taken from them at some point or another. Her favorite jacket had been her dad’s which had been stolen by her papa and then stolen by her sister only to be taken to Maryland by Evan. It was a simple matter of enjoying having things that smelled like the people she loved and cared about. Evan had never really had to deal with people with personal bubbles and complexes about sharing growing up so she didn’t quite grasp that people might have them now. She shared her shit all of the time, so why couldn’t they share theirs? It just seemed like such a stupid thing to get mad about in a house of four people. Of course things would be passed between the four flat mates but so long as they found their way back to who they belonged to in perfect condition what was the big deal? Evan knew she wasn’t the easiest person to live with and she wasn’t the cleanest person ever but why get mad over such trivial things when there was better stuff to worry about? Evan’s eyes remained on the cartoons, which was currently an old episode of Adventure Time she had probably seen dozens of times already. That didn’t mean she didn’t enjoy it though and had her feet resting on the table and the bowl of cereal in her lap while she finished it off. Behind her Michael was moving about and she didn’t really care about what he was doing, not until he started scolding her. Now, it didn’t take a genius to figure out that Evan wasn’t really a morning person. She was grumpier than usual and didn’t like talking very much. Too much conversation usually resulted in arguments and a bad day for anyone involved. No one liked starting their day with an argument. No one except Michael it seemed. “Didn’t think anyone would be up for a while. No one likes drinking from an old pot,”

[/color] she explained, though she felt that she shouldn’t even have to explain herself. If she was the only one awake then why make enough for everyone? She didn’t even know if everyone was even there. Honestly, sometimes he picked the stupidest things to bug her about. The coffee. The shirt. He was on a roll for irritating her today.

Despite his words about getting it back later Evan stood and walked to the kitchen, tossing the bowl and spoon into the sink and unbuttoning the shirt that was apparently his. While he mixed the French Vanilla creamer into his cup and took the shirt off and draped it over his head. “There’s your stupid shirt.”[/color] She silently hoped some of it fell into his cup while he was taking his first sip and strolled her way over to her tortoise’s tank, taking him out so she could feed him some breakfast. And because Michael was awake and being an annoying twat she would feed him on the kitchen counter where germs would be transferred and diseases could be spread. She set Tank down on a clear spot of counter and tossed open the fridge door, ripping off pieces of lettuce and grabbing a few cherry tomatoes to feed him with. “Did you wake up in a big pile of ‘fuck you’ this morning or am I just the lucky winner?”[/color] Mister sunshine and fucking daisies over here.

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[michael jordan williams]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true][atrb=style, background-color: #fff; width: 450px, bTable] [style=background-color: #ffffff; text-align: center; font-family: arial; font-size: 9px; height: 50px;] NOTES PRETTY GOOD FOR WRITING IT ON YOUR PHONE (: WORDS 618 [/style] It wasn't that Michael had to argue everything. He just felt he was right most of the time, and was very easily annoyed. Especially by immaturity, which was probably why Evan got on his nerves so much. Another problem was Mikey was exactly like his mother. Hated germs, neat-freak, stubborn, he was basically her clone in a younger, more masculine body. (Not that he had much for muscle, but he wasn't as weak as he looked either). Maybe another reason why he didn't get along so well with Evan was because he was an only child and she was used to having siblings around--something he of course was not used to. His parents hardly let him sleep over at a friend's house. In a weird way though, the girl was growing on him. Somewhat. He tried not to get so easily upset with her--after all she was his roommate--but it was extremely hard for him what with her childish behavior. She still watched cartoons for crying out loud. And she only ever thought of herself. Like with the coffee. “Didn’t think anyone would be up for a while. No one likes drinking from an old pot,” she said. Well, sadly the girl had a point. How was she supposed to know if anyone else was going to be waking up any time soon? Maybe she didn't always think of herself. Michael wasn't really sure how to respond to that. He hated being wrong, yet he knew she was right in this case. It killed him but he finally said, "Yeah... Well, thanks for the consideration I guess." He really was pretty stupid. If it was him he probably wouldn't have thought to make enough for everyone either because occasionally, not everyone in the household was there in the morning. Oh well, Evan was already irritated, it was easy to tell. Suddenly, he heard a bowl fall into the kitchen sink behind him as he sipped his coffee. Great, she was mad. Before he could spin around, his shirt was thrown over his head, blocking his vision. "What was that for? I said you could give it to me later," he told her, setting his mug down on the countertop and pulling the shirt off his head. Michael turned around to see Evan standing there in just her bra and underwear. The bra was pink covered in black lace, along with lacy black undies. Mike had to look away. Looking just seemed so disrespectful to him. Of course, she had a very beautiful body, but he didn't want to just stand and stare at her. He cleared his throat. "Do you think you could cover up a little?" he asked her, trying to sound polite about her. His face was still turned away from her as he refused to stare at her. Yet knowing Evan, she would probably ignore his question or firmly tell him no and take her seat on the couch. Or worse yet strip down to her birthday suit. Michael shuttered. He couldn't handle it. You'd think he'd grow immune to her nakedness since she parades around without clothes on on a regular basis, but he couldn't. Now of course part of him liked it because he was of the male gender after all, but he also felt so, well, he just felt wrong. But, there was really nothing he could do about it 'cause she wouldn't listen to him. Ever. Micah would probably drop down dead if she did. "Please? Here, you can keep the shirt if you really want to," he told her, extending the blue plaid long sleeve to Evan. "I'm being nice," he added with a half smile. Maybe it would work.

[EVAN JAXON LOVATO-CRANE]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,10,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style, width: 420px; border: 10px solid #9a0800;] i won't do you no harm Foxy, Foxy You know you are a cute little heart breaker Foxy yeah, And you know you are a sweet little lover maker, Foxy I wanna take you home, yeah I won't do you no harm, You've got to be all mine, all mine ooh Foxy Lady ------------------- ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------- words:620 tag: michael wearing: this notes: none It was impossible to be a clean freak in a place like Duncan. Well, it was possible in theory but Evan couldn’t ever see such a thing working out. She’d spent a better part of her childhood running around with no shoes and no clothes and not a single care in the world. It was how country kids lived. It was one thing to have a nice clean house, but another to be afraid of getting covered in mud and dirt and bugs. Covering herself with mud so she looked like her sister. Evan wasn’t a very organized and tidy person. She didn’t care how dirty she got because a shower or a hot bath could fix all of that. She went through moods where she would clean the entire house she shared top to bottom but that was only on rare occasions of intense rage that no amount of beating a hide at the gym couldn’t fix. Evan knew she wasn’t the easiest person to live with. She knew her temper was questionable at best and she was messy and inconsiderate. But those things had never been a problem until having to deal with someone like Mike. It just hadn’t happened before. No one had ever gave a shit. And then Michael came along with his obsessive need to clean and pompous only child attitude. They were just too different. Fire and ice. But at the end of the day she did kind of enjoy him when they weren’t hating one another with a fiery passion. He was cute in that gimpy little puppy kind of way and she had always enjoyed being able to experience new things and new people. She simply had to get used to him, was all. They’d find some common ground eventually under all of the arguing and hating one another. Or they’d kill each other slowly. Whichever happened first. Truth be told there was something strangely familiar about Michael, and until she could figure out what was so familiar she didn’t like him. Evan hated being unsure, especially when it came to being unsure about people. “Any time, sunshine,”

[/color] she chimed, actually quite proud of herself for managing to get a thank you out of him. Truth be told she hadn’t really thought about anyone else. It wasn’t like she wasn’t trying to be helpful, she just generally only made enough for herself unless she was sure about who else was there. Besides. It was just coffee. Who fucking cares?

Nakedness wasn’t something that computed with Evan, but then again she worked as a stripper on the weekends. It was just a body. It had the same chemical make up as his. The same things in it plus or minus a few spare organs. (She’d already had her tonsils and appendix removed.) They bled the same. They walked the same. The biggest difference was that female bodies were sexualized. Breasts were sexualized despite their only purpose being to feed a child. If she was in a bikini he wouldn’t be turning away so quickly. It was because she was standing there in lacey under garments because it was drilled into people’s minds that female bodies were entirely sexual creations. “You’ve seen me in less, what’s the big deal?”[/color] she groaned as she padded her way to her bedroom, throwing on her favorite oversized sweater. A pastel blue wool sweater with little grey cats on it that were wearing Christmas hats. It was several sizes too big and reached her thighs, which was good enough for now she supposed. Evan padded back out to the kitchen and did a little model twirl. “Better Your Majesty of Modesty? Can I sit back down?”[/color]

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