how much do you love me}Creak

[kailey iris jones]

Her eyes fell closed in an instant, leaning into the harsh, hard warmth, that came from his fingers rough and worked, tired fingers they stroked her face. Her shoulders relaxed for a moment, and a hard arm came around the small of her back and pulled her, pushed her into the his hard body. Leaning her hand deeper into his hand, she opened her eyes and looked at him, the room came together, they materalized, he was standing in front of his door saying goodbye, for now at least, they were both wearing clothes, and she couldn't help but smile a little bit more, it was a happy smile, like this had been just another visit, she masked the saddness in her eyes as she pulled away from him, placed her lips on the side of his face for a heartbeat and turned around walking out the door, carrying with her now the promise to deliver what he needed, because that was her job. Alright maybe the sex was a bonus she allowed herself, but when she was selling the drug sometimes it took selling her body as well, selling the experience. More often than not her customers wanted too sleep with her, and she obliged, whatever got the product pushed.

Everyday she did this, this seemingly simple act, this job that no one ever really thought to much about. Working as a ghost most of the time, preparing and getting supplies, and delivering sometimes before they even realized that they wanted them. Some thought that Kailey shouldn't have been doing such a job, espically those who knew her, knew she was easily talked into situations she shouldn't be in, but she liked her job. She imprinted onto herself a new person for every customer she met, always changing, she was a slate for someone to mold her into what she needed to be, she'd do anything for an ounce of love. So she left the apartment, thinking the same thought she did everyday, this would buy a little bit more of his love.

Her fingers were fast, her smile was a million dollars, and her lips never stopped while she walked down the city streets, taking the things she needed to gather from street vendors while they listened to her talk and never noticed her fingers. She was quick and cute, she could do no wrong most of the time to most, she liked her job to much, that didn't mean it wasn't tiring walking the city, running delivers all day, she was glad when she day was over and she returned to the apartment, making a beeline for her favorite beat up couch, she smiled as she streched all over it. She streched like a cat out on her couch and then took inventory that she was home alone, Kendra was gone, a frown over took her face, she hated being alone, hence why she liked her job, it was the weekend she supposed she could have gone out tonight, but she didn't know where or if she really wanted too. Could she dress up as another person again today or should she stay home since she'd been out every night this week? Her mind was leaning towards the later, and a smile crossed her face as she picked up her cell phone, dialing Creak without thinking about it, waiting for him too pick up...

absolutely awful starting sorry!

[creak mitchell watson]

Creak was laying around in his bed, and didn't feel like doing anything. It was kind of like that song from Bruno Mars, "The Lazy Song" or whatever it was called. It talked about not wanting to comb your hair and not going anywhere because you just felt like being lazy basically. And that's how Creak was today. His phone rested on his bare stomach as he propped himself up in the bed and let his eyes fall on the TV in front of him. Yes, he had a TV in his bedroom, sue him. He had the remote in his left hand and was slowly and almost lazily flipping through the channels one by one. There wasn't anything interesting on that he could find and that caused a small sigh to be emitted from his lips in agitation. Why couldn't he find something to dull his restless brain? Why couldn't be get her out of his mind, for even a second? Why did he worry about her so much?

The girl he was worried about was Kailey, his best friend and the girl he had fallen in love with despite his promise that he wouldn't. But, he didn't have any control over who he fell in love with. Not really. He could have stayed away from her, sure, and eliminated her from his brain, but he couldn't and wouldn't. She needed someone to look out for her and to care about her. And, care about her he did. Despite trying not to, he had grown to love her with all of his heart. Despite the fact that she was a drug dealer and the fact that she slept with some of her clients. He wasn't supposed to know that, he supposed, but he did because he had guessed it. No, Creak hadn't mentioned it to her or confronted her about it, but he knew deep down that it was true. She didn't need to tell him that. Especially when he had had to pick her up from a guy's house at three in the morning one time because she had called him, crying. That night had broken his heart.

After a few moments, he felt his phone buzz against his skin and he picked it up, answering it before he even looked at hte caller ID, knowing who it was. "I'll be there in a bit." he told her before ending the call and pushing himself up from the bed. He slipped his socks and Converse on before moving to his closet and removing a black v-neck t-shirt and slipping it over his head. He let it slide down his slender body before moving into his bathroom and combing his hair. He was going against what Bruno Mars had said. Creak smirked at the thought of that as he freshened his breath and then grabbed his phone and keys. He headed out as he shoved those items into his pockets and made his way to his car. Not too long later, he ended up at Kailey's house where he bounded to her door and let his hand knock softly against it. "I'm here." he called, a smile in his voice.

[kailey iris jones]

Kailey was many things, she wasn't an idea most could seem too wrap their minds around. That one moment she could be physically fighting, partaking in a street race on her motorcycle and the next moment she could be polite filled with manners. She knew how too adapt to the situation around her. Her fingers were fast, her lips were sweet and her smile was one that was winning. A thief, a dealer, sometimes a 'slut' not that she'd ever allow anyone too call her such a name a get away with it. Kailey was an actress and the world was her stage, she was everything and nothing out there, playing what she needed too not, not what she felt or wanted too. No matter what part she played she tried too stay out of it emotionally, do the job, get it done and get gone till she was needed again. She didn't ever allow herself too wear one skin for too long out there, scared she might become one of the people she pretended too be, scared that she wouldn't like that person anymore.

She wore different faces like others wore their skin. She changed constantly all of them were different, different fashion senses, make up styles, hair, accents, attitudes all of them changed, because everyone was different, and work never ended. The world never stopped turning, but after a week straight of working out every night she didn't feel too bad about staying in at home. She needed it, not that she'd ever admit it to anyone. The sensation that no one could bother her, call her fake, that she didn't have too think about what she wanted in the end or plan her every action was nice, she was calling in Atlas, he could carry the world on her shoulders for one night. Tonight she wore the skin of a teenage girl, not of anyone but that, the drugs were locked away, the booze was nearly gone, her sister was out and she was free too run wild and rampant, things she was good at no matter what skin she was in. Still Kendra was gone and after an hour of being alone Kailey felt loneliness crawling over herself, being alone had never been her strong suit though, it was why she wore so many masks. Why she was always acting like someone else, because if she was everything they wanted, why would they leave her? Kailey's mind was always working on keeping people around her, and being home alone was no exception of this, calling Creak has been instinct for her since Kendra was gone. He was the one person in the world she trusted about everything,

Creak was one in a million for Kailey. The one person out of everyone in this nine billion population that she trusted, actually trusted, that she'd never lied too, he was only person that could break her out of any act she was pulling for a job, she never wanted him too see her acting. So while she loved him and loved having him near, she never allowed him too watch her work, she couldn't have him around he broke her in a way she didn't know how too explain and she'd never told him. He was her constant, the one thing she kept constantly in her life, not a day went by that she didn't talk/see/or hear from Creak, if that ever happened, she shook her head at the thought, it made her heart tighten up like never before and hurt. She sucked in a low breath when he spoke into the phone a smile instantly gracing her lips, of course he knew it was her and he'd come over. Creak was her best friend, and while it was the greatest joy of her life too have him around, she endured the most pain everyday she spoke too him, scared he might leave her and she'd truthfully be alone with only her faces too talk too. Kailey had thrown herself down on the couch once she'd called him, pulling one leg closer at the knee and leaning her head on her shoulder her phone tucked between the skin, she bit her lip waiting. Her feet hit the floor and she was up no less than five seconds after the knock on the door, running to him smiling, as her right hand grabbed at the cold metal doorknob pulling it back within an instant releasing it once the door was opened, and throwing herself at her best friend, her arms linking around the back of his neck in a hug. Creak! his name left her lips with a smile on her lips, as she pulled him inside. It felt like days since she'd seen him, when had she actually seen her best friend she'd been working so much, she pulled away from him slowly taking him in with her eyes. He looked like home too her, much more than any room could ever be home, he was where she was herself.

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