&+ this is what we call a [ TRAGEDY ] •KIPPER

[Harlequin Ilya]

even if you suck me `till i'm sore,
no matter what, i'd bleed to be your whore;
even if the cancer grows `till we e x p l o d e !:
i'm [ y o u r s ]

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[/i] in the library. Well, unless they were nerds. Then, it made sense. But the famous Harlequin Hatebreed? Did that even make sense? You're damn right, it made sense! Sometimes, Harley didn't want to put up with the ultra-dramatic scene that was Crescent Hill Academy. No, no. She wanted a more.. toned-down setting at times. You know, when she didn't want to get drunk out of her ass and party, there was always somewhere you can go, right? Right.

Her black fingernails grabbed hold of a page as she turned it with a sharp flick. In the obnoxiously large library, she sat at a separate table, while all the kids with huge glasses and a pen stuck behind their ears quietly discussed whatever oddness it was that they talked about. Harlequin brushed a lock of blonde hair behind her ear, her blue eyes flicking from one page to the next. Actually, she had no clue why she was in the library. There was a thousand other places so could've went! Ahh, she didn't know. Something just told her to go to the library.

..Weird stuff.

Suddenly, the voice of Jimmy Urine came blaring through her hoodie's pocket. " Uhh, jeez, hah. I've never had this problem before. It's just.. Hold on a second. Ahh, give it a minute, give it a minute. Alright? Just give it a minute. Uhh.. Do something sexy. I don't care. Do something sexy. Just whatever you do, DON'T talk about your FUCKING BOYFRIEND WHILE WE'RE HAVING SEX, HOW ABOUT THAT?! Her eyes didn't dare look up at all the glaring dorks in the room, not to mention the librarian. Not that she was afraid of them. She could kick their asses in a pair of Punkrose heels ANYTIME. But when they were in packs and groups and you were interrupting their "quiet time", they were lethal. Quickly, Harlequin got up from her seat and scurried down to the Fiction section. Harlequin slid her back down the shelves of books, plopping herself onto the floor. "Hello? Hey, what's up, Audz? A party at the Lunatarium? I was actually planning on just crashing in my dorm with a movie and my Skelanimals tonight.. AUDZ, I DON'T WANNA GO. I just don't, okay? I don't feel like partying tonight. I know, I know. 'I won't be saying that if I had a few drinks in my system.' Yes, Audrey, I love you. You're really gonna make me go, aren't you? FINE. You know, I really do hate your ass at times.."[/color] "Ahem." Harley's eyes darted to the left to see the librarian there, holding up a huge "NO TALKING ALLOWED." sign. "Alright, alright. Just gimme a minute."[/color] She said, shushing the librarian as the librarian stormed off. "Audrey, I hafta go. Brooklyn people get pissy fast. I'll see you at the party tonight, okay? Later." She hung up the phone and sprawled herself on the carpeted ground, gazing at the ceiling. She didn't wanna leave the aisle, since the nerds most likely got the pitchforks and torches ready for her internet celebrity ass.
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[Kipper Stevens]

if only we cared
for each other
the way the moon cared
for the stars

Kipper was a nerd, all in all, and truthfully, he liked it. He was that cool nerd that everyone loved. The sexy, geek-ish, I pwn you in guitar hero kind of guy. All in all, he loved to read, and write poetry. all of that wonderful-ness-ish-y stuff. He liked to think about anything that ment anything. That might seem like alot at first, but truthfully, Kipper didn't care about much. Partying, poetry, karma, science, HARLEQUIN HATEBREED. And, a little bit of love at first sight. It seemed he was down-to-earth about alot of things, but his head had lately been stuck in the clouds. Elizabeth-Alexis drama, and then love. It came in the full package. Beauty, Brain, Bravery. All of it. It was all something he could be proud of. He didn't care about having to dodge her screaming fans or anything. The moment she said I love you, he lost his head. Time froze and there was nothing anyone could do to start it back up. Boom, Boom, Boom. Heart racing, teeth chattering. God, he was just like a little teen girl for love.


[not finished yet.]