( DAMNED IF I DO YA, DAMNED IF I DON'T )

[bethany]

BETHANY DANICA MOINLY .


SO LET’S NOT PRETEND THAT YOU’RE ALONE TONIGHT I KNOW HE’S THERE AND YOU’RE

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“oh for fuck sake’s beth, you’re going to a party in your underwear, just wear a fucking ponytail,” she muttered finally, sighing and drawing her hair into a ponytail, the sounds of the tv blaring from the living room. that was the great thing about rooming with her best friend – he let her have the bathroom when she needed it, she let him watch the tv. together, they made it work. and furthermore, when bethany told him she was going to a party with booze, strippers, and people in their underwear at a house of somebody she absolutely fucking hated, he said he would watch carson for her. he was such an awesome dude, really. she smirked at herself in tv, debating on whether or not she would actually go into his house in her underwear. she was planning on taking her own car, so she could strip off her clothes when she got there and, you know, not get placed on the sex offenders list. but still – she didn’t like nolan, but it was nolan we were talking about, and nolan was most likely going to be drunk for the better part of the night – correction: all of the night – so therefore, she doubted he really gave a fuck whether or not bethany showed up. why did she hate him?

did she really need a reason these days?

she emerged from the bathroom, laughing as her roomie ran past her with carson on her back. “alright, you two, that’s enough till i’m out the door,[/color]” she said, laughing and grinning as the two stopped, plucking her son off her best friend’s back. she swung him around in her arms, laughing, and then kisses his forehead before setting him down. “alright, sweetie, mommy’s going to be out for most of the night, so remember: make sure your uncle’s in bed by nine, that he eats all his vegetables, and that he brushes his teeth before bed, and then you can turn on the tv and watch your shows,[/color]” she said, laughing throughout the entire thing as she quickly hugged her son while he giggled, then stood up and gave her best friend a quick hug. “i’ll be fine, don’t worry,[/color]” she reassured him at the sudden worried expression. “but if i’m not…well, you know where the house is at. and thanks.[/color]” she added, smiling, before heading towards the door and closing it, wiping her forehead a bit and praying that she would indeed be alright.

bethany didn’t go to many parties as she used to these days. actually, she hadn’t been to one in over two months, so you could say this was her grand re-entrance into the life of the crazy and drunken, taking out the drunken part. she was not planning on drinking tonight. but that was her big worry – she hadn’t gotten drunk in over a year. she’d had the glass of champagne here and there for special occasions, such as the new year’s party she and her little group of friends had had, and on her birthday that had just passed, but nothing more than that, really. it was the plan to hook up with destry or somebody else during the party and avoid – dun dun da – liam turner during it, because out of all the luck, he had to be coming, but really – it was never a party without liam, because let’s face it – uncaged strippers? if you didn’t expect him to come – in both ways, might i add – you are really an idiot. enough said there. she was just worried that she was going to end up hammered, end up meeting a guy, and end up with another kid, and at this rate, she could barely make a good life for her first son. things were going to get better, she kept telling herself, once she graduated and got her scholarship to design school and she could make a living for herself and her son without the help of her friends, but there were times when she really doubted that. but, regardless, she had to keep having hope. and more importantly, not make the same mistake, as in, don’t get hammered and let somebody take advantage of you.

she hit the down button for the elevator – ah, the life of a lazy girl living in an apartment building – and crossed her arms, waiting for the elevator to arrive. she pulled her small make-up mirror out of her purse – which she was bringing just because she was having a female moment that was not at all related to a menstrual period – believe me, if it were, bethany wouldn’t be going to this party at all out of fear for another person’s life – and therefore had to bring her purse even though she wasn’t using it. she wasn’t all that stressed about her clothes – even her underwear was simple, just a nice pink bra and lacy satin panties – but her face…well, that was the moneymaker for her, and she planned on meeting a guy tonight. hopefully. there had to be at least one who wasn’t drunk off of his ass, right? she could hope, dammit. the elevator doors slid open and bethany joined the two seven year-olds and then immediately exited when she saw they had every button pressed, resisting the urge to flip them off, as that would probably get her evicted, and she didn’t exactly want that right now. she sighed, walking towards the stairs. she only lived on the third floor of the five floor apartment building, but still – effort. she opened the doors and headed down, taking them two at a time as she was no doubt already late – not that it mattered, as again, nolan’s party: he wouldn’t give a shit – and then entered the lobby, smiling at the receptionist there, and stopping as she noticed she had mail in her slot. she walked over to it, grabbing the mail and put it in her purse. it wasn’t important things. bethany never got letters from family members, so really, it was probably for her roommate.

she exited the building and pulled her keys out of her purse, unlocking her car from wherever the heck it was. it was a used, old car, but it worked, especially for miss i got kicked out of home and appreciate every single fucking dollar moinly. she hopped in the front seat, throwing her purse into the passenger seat, started the engine, and then drove out of the parking lot. to be honest, she probably should have taken the bus instead of driving, but the car was free and the bus was not and she had no money in her purse as far as she knew, so that was really out of consideration there. besides, it would only be a ten minute or so drive. not too bad. at least she wouldn’t have to stop every two minutes. and it was better than walking – again, effort. she didn’t like it. she drove for a few minutes, looking out the window at each intersection until she finally pulled onto the street that nolan’s house was on – yeah, it was hard to miss. cars lined up, people walking up to the house in their underwear, and blaring music she could hear through her car. if this were bethany’s parents’ house she was throwing a party in, they would have to rethink it was their house for a moment before realizing it was actually their house and that, yes, there was a wild party happening.

she parked the car about five houses away from nolan’s, and then started getting undressed, deciding her shoes weren’t staying on. she locked the door of the car, stuffing her keys into a little velvet pouch and then stuffed it into her bra, hiding it from public view. it was rather comfortable that way. bethany didn’t have big breasts, of course, but she could hide stuff in her bra – she had done it before. oh, believe me, she had. she quickly checked her appearance in the car mirror, and then exited her car, locking it so that it wouldn’t be, you know, stolen. which wouldn’t really make a difference if people used a bat to break the windows, but we’re going to ignore that little factoid and let bethany convince herself it was getting stolen. then, barefoot and in her underwear and not feeling self-conscious in the least – it wasn’t like this wasn’t her first underwear party, after all – she walked up to nolan’s house, smirking over at a hot dude who was walking around in underwear that showed off his tight ass nicely, until some blonde bitch wrapped her arms around him, and then she flipped them both off, smirking in that now i hate your asses fashion as she entered nolan’s party.

the music was blasting, the room was heated, and there was a stripper giving some dude a lap dance. furthermore, there was a keg right away as she walked in, with five dudes already hammered off their asses around it – one of them was one of the astrix siblings. the one who wasn’t gay. yeah, that one. the one that wasn’t liam either, because if it were, bethany would’ve ran the hell back out and just left the party, slash grabbed the nearest sharp object and stabbed him with it. she wasn’t quite sure whether she would kill him, call the cops on him, or run away from him the first time she saw him again after their three years apart in which she had been raising his son after he had raped her. but, liam wasn’t the subject tonight. bethany and this party were. she walked past drunk, drunk, drunker, more drunk, and drunkest on her way into the heart of the party, seeing more strippers and hearing more loud music, smirking as she slapped some random dude’s boxer-clad ass and then walking away, hopefully prompting him to give chase. and that he did – oh fuck. she whipped around, knowing he was following her, and then realized who’s ass she had smacked. “callum?[/color]” she shouted over the music. oh fuck.

and they were both in their underwear.

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tagged! callum.
words[/b]! seventeen oh eight. getting prepared. x__x
tunes! helena - my chemical romance
outfit! pink bra & pink lacy satin panties
notes! ohai longest post i’ve done in a while. and we haven’t even started replying to each other yet.
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[callum theodore rice]

the party's all right i might wanna stop drinking, what were we talking about?
MY BODY WON'T TELL MY MIND WHAT I'VE BEEN THINKING, BEFORE IT'S OUT OF MY MOUTH .

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yeahhh he...shouldn't have been here. not at all. he shouldn't have woken up this morning much less, however he did. you'd think an unhealthy mix of heavy alcohol and naturally strong narcotics would've been enough to give him a one way ticket straight to the afterlife. whatever the hell that was. if there was an afterlife. like he ever gave much thought into it. lately, callum hadn't given much thought into anything really. it was just living, month by month, week by week, day by day, hour by hour, moment by moment. he saw something he liked and he went after it. a nice piece of ass? it was his. obtainable drugs? consider them purchased. an already opened bottle of wine in sitting in his fathers' cabinetry? empty within the hour. or half an hour. or maybe a couple of minutes. his inhibitions flew out the window a while back and there really didn't seem to be any way he was getting it back. and so yeah, it was still a bit of a wonder that he was even alive at this point. the amount of alcohol he consumed would've been enough to get an entire family of whales a big tipsy. and he could've planted fields with how much weed he'd smoked. naturally callum's habits weren't the kind that gave on a sense of obvious self-preservation. this wasn't anything new. not at all. so why... exactly shouldn't he be here tonight? what made nolan mcknight's party one he shouldn't attend? well, a small and seemingly insignificant recent string of events. that's all. a couple of recent happenings. that was it.

recently his dad's had been a bit more harsh with him. or...at least they tried to be. when it came to callum theodore rice, parenting was all but helpful. really, most of their efforts at taming the beast they had raised were wasted. cal simply could not be controlled. everyone knew that, honestly. he could hardly control himself. it had always been that way. well, technically since elementary school. since he figured out that it helped to pretend like you didn't care. people typically stayed out of your way then. if they couldn't make you squeal then normally they wouldn't try. unless they were somehow deranged and enjoyed inflicting harm upon themselves. so really, when i say that callum father's had recently hit the 'parenting 101' section at their local border's, i mean they drove by the oversized bookstore with a look of longing in their eyes and settled for the coffee shop across the street. they tried though. they really did. teddy became a regular with asking callum what he'd been up to, where he was going, what he planned on doing the next day, or in the next few moments really. pierre made himself a regular in the boys bedroom doorway, asking him what that smell was and when the last time he showered had been. honestly, callum was clean as fuck. but if he was going to tell the truth, then the reason that the two adults were picking up on so much was because he'd chosen some heavier stuff as of late. and really really wasn't into the whole... febreeze scene. he didn't bother covering it was the bottom line. sure, the two had known all along callum had some issues, but gosh darnit the least they could teach him was how make himself smell nice. please. a household of fashion conscious men and one of them reeks of weed and booze? not a chance.

even on his way out the door this afternoon, with ted downtown in that mile high building working his ass off, pierre was on the watch. yes. callum did get drunk before the party. or perhaps not drunk but... he had been drinking. a bit. a lot. okay so yes, he was a little, out of it before the party had even begun. and it takes a seriously pathetic waste of life to do something as stupid as that. and while i know we all love callum so much and don't want to hear things like that said about him--hold your nods of agreement please--really, that is just downright pathetic. so in his state of less-than-logical-thinking. our teenage mess did attempt to walk out of the house in his boxers. hell, the only thing crossing his mind was 'it's an underwear party' and 'there'll be more booze'. it hadn't crossed his mind too much that he might actually have to go outside first, into public, before actually reaching the party. thank god for the decidedly overbearing parental figure. as he stumbled towards the door, looking like an absolute mess might i add, pierre called to him from the top of the staircase: "callum... sweetie where are you going?" as you can imagine callum, drunk and annoyed as he was, wasn't too thrilled about being stopped just as he was about to open the door. but he froze anyway, always being polite to his favorite parent. "mmmm?" he hummed pivoting in place and plastering a 'what now' grin onto his face, to which the wonderfully and decidedly overbearing favorite parent responded: "put some clothes on."

yeah, it was that bad. not to mention there was elliot. ah, elliot. a mere mention of the name and you could get callum rice on his knees. you could get him to hate himself. you could get him to do anything. unfortunately, no one had thought to use that on him as of late. literally, callum would do anything for that girl. anything. hence why the aforementioned string of events includes a meeting at a rather expensive shop downtown--alan bilzerian--the purchasing of a rather expensive dress--that wasn't for him mind you--and a follow up 'dinner date' with his son, george, elliot and the dad's--with elliot wearing said purchased expensive dress. really, the only intention of the dinner had been to give her somewhere to where the dress, at first. because as soon as he'd seen her in it and heard from her own mouth that she liked it, a lot, and couldn't afford it--psh, he already knew that--there was absolutely nothing standing in his way of making her the proud owner of that dress. though technically since he bought it he was the owner. but let's be real people, callum--despite how beautiful he might be--just wouldn't look too nice in the dress. plus he gave it to her. thinking more than likely absolutely downright naughty thoughts regarding her in the dress. not to mention it gave him a reason to get her something, to feel like he could do something for her. however, the reason changed quickly from giving her an opportunity to wear it to giving his dad's an opportunity to see george. something they'd been asking their son about since the day they found out george had been born. they'd been hounding him for it ever since. and with the dress came also this glorious oppurtunity.

sounds like a miracle dress, right?

anywho, the purchasing of this dress also spurred on a certain hatred towards himself. the fact that he couldn't really be what elliot deserved. the fact that he'd fucked her up and there really was no way to fix that. which, in turn, has started the recent up in illegal activity. because, you know, the best way to get rid of a part of yourself you hate is to do more of it, right. and we all know callum is just a genius when it comes to fixing things.

now, you all might think that callum wouldn't be one to find himself dead at a party hosted by someone like nolan mcknight. especially given the fact that the two pretty much hate each other. well, nolan and tallon act like complete idiots, children more or less, and therefore piss callum the fuck off. and callum acts like he owns the world and he's above everyone else--and let's face it he pretty much is right? -insert heavy rolling of the eyes- and therefore the two seven-year-olds-in-men's-bodies pretty much hate callum right back. but he'd still come. if only because his mind had grown so fuzzy and faded within the last few weeks / days / who fucking knows that something like this actually seemed like a good idea. because something like this equaled lots of scantily clad ladies and plenty of alcohol. not to mention, on top of all of this, the host would more than likely be hammered enough to not enough notice callum's presence if he decidedly walked by the boy and kissed him on the lips. which... he wouldn't be doing because callum wasn't gay, remember? >_> but that was besides the point. the point being that callum wouldn't normally be at a party like this but because his mind as of late seemed to be elsewhere and the host could probably care less he was. he was there on time too. and he was really just... there. drunk. standing. in the middle of a crowd. alone. but no worries, he'd had his intentions set on changing that fact very, very soon. sure, he'd been planning that for like... fifteen minutes by this time but you had to cut the guy some slack, he could barely see straight.

all of this, of course, changed upon the strangest of feelings right around the buttocks area. or if we were going to stop being vague, the hand on his ass. see, he could stand here forever planning on what he was going to do, or he could get someone else to do it for him. motivate the thought process. perfect. he swiveled, with perhaps a bit too much confidence to move after whichever lucky girl it had been to find his favorite head of red locks on the retreat. an overzealous smirk tugged at his lips and he immediately moved after her. how long had it been since they talked? a while... right? aside from his random texts and the occasional hallways meetings. but, ah fuck, he couldn't even try to focus on that right now. or really want to for that matter. apparently she didn't have any problems with smacking his ass. "aw, it's good to know we're communicating again, bitch.

[/color]" he drawled delightedly, though his voice could hardly carry to her ears amidst the music and multitude of other equally strained vocals in the house. he was behind her in moments, a feat that could be considered superman-esque given his circumstances, but seemed to be trivial given the situation. it was bethany. of course this would seem easy. and just like that she snapped back around looking less thrilled and more shocked or... scared. whichever the fuck you wanted to call it, that was what she was. he grinned brilliantly, or as best as he could, upon hearing his name and shouted right back at her, his words running together, "oh we're back on a first name basis?"

without much hesitation, or thought really, his hand reached out and found itself behind her neck, and he leaned in, "c'mere beth.[/color]"

this didn't require much thought. never had. it was bethany. and from what he could remember bethany had always been a good fuck. of course... he chose not to remember how 'fun' she could be when pissed off. details, details.

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TAGGED ! bethany danica moinly
WORD COUNT ! one nine zero three. shhhhh. >_>
NOTES ! it's bullshit but it's done. no complaining. first POSTpost manda's done in a while. -_-
CLOTHING ! NOTHING! just kidding. D: boxers of some sort. >_> he reallly has no idea. -_-
TEMPLATE ! me D:
PICSHARS ! alessandro de marco took 'em fool. D<
LYRICS ! can't lose - we are scientests

[bethany]

BETHANY DANICA MOINLY .


SO LET’S NOT PRETEND THAT YOU’RE ALONE TONIGHT I KNOW HE’S THERE AND YOU’RE

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i’m fairly certain we all remember back to a few years ago when bethany was a simple freshman girl. a simple freshman girl who liked to party, drank more than she should, smoked weed, swallowed ecstasy pills, snorted cocaine, all those things, yes? when bethany smoked cigarettes, when she was friends with liam turner, when she slept around without a single thought of how any of that stuff was dangerous to her…well, yes. we all remember those times. bethany remembers them too. it’s rather difficult for her not too – she still has the flashbacks from the effects the drugs have on her. there are times when she’s in public with her friends and suddenly she’s just wrapping her arms around herself, sitting on the ground and rocking back and forth, mumbling to herself and randomly crying for no reason at all. sometimes she’s sitting in class and her eyes just glaze over for a moment and she randomly starts muttering something to nobody, like she’s having a conversation with another person that doesn’t exist – and believe me, they don’t – and when she snaps out of it, she hasn’t even realized she’s done it, and has everybody looking at her weirdly. and the things is, that when she does realize she’s done it, she realizes that having those little weird occasions are much better than what she was like three, two, even one year ago. because back at those times, not only would she be having those moments, but she wouldn’t even be able to snap herself out of them as quickly as she was today. she could be constantly thinking there was a unicorn in the courtyard for thirty minutes, an hour even, or in that rocking, arms wrapped around herself state for a long, long time, without anybody being able to bring her out of that state.

so yes. bethany did remember what she was like; she didn’t really have a choice. and even if she did have a choice in getting to forget what she had been like, she wouldn’t have chosen to forget. why? why wouldn’t she choose to take the flashbacks and just throw them out of her life completely, make it seem like she had lived life like a good girl? because then she wouldn’t have something to convince her to stay away from those things again, forever and ever. sure, the feeling of being high or being drunk or having sex where great, but there were dangers to them, dangers that you shouldn’t be doing every single day of your life. was she never going to smoke weed again, never going to taste alcohol again, never going to have sex again? no. she would. but she wasn’t going to do them as much, you see. there were people who drank alcohol, but not to the level where they were alcoholics and drunk. there were people who smoked weed, but not at the level that stoners did. there were people who had sex, but not at the level where it came as no surprise to anybody when they got pregnant or got an std or anything like that. and so, that was why bethany chose to keep remembering what she had been like a few years ago, back in the day when she had been a troublemaker, and was failing all of her classes, and was basically the biggest bitch you could find. she was still one of the biggest bitches, and was still a bit of a troublemaker, but was she failing anymore? no. she had at least a c in all of her classes – she had an a+ in art and was doing perfect in english. she needed to get into design school, desperately; she wanted a life for herself and carson, and to get a life these days meant you had to go to school. she’d been working on a portfolio and everything, and was filling out the application for the past week; it needed to be mailed next week, and bethany was going to do just that. and if she got in? well, she was going to apply for scholarships, or at the very least, apply for financial aid. she didn’t want to be drowning in debt for the rest of her life, but she didn’t want to be working five jobs either just to make sure there was food on the table.

but, at the moment, bethany was not worried about her application to new york university design school one bit. she was more worried about the fact that she had just fucking slapped callum fucking rice’s nice ass and that neither of them were wearing very much clothing and were at a party where it seemed like bethany was the only one sober (sound familiar, anybody?). so, let’s take a look at bethany’s thought process for a moment: fuck, fuck, fuck, fuckfuckfuck motherfucking shit i’m in trouble, oh fuck, i’m doomed, i swear to god, if he even fucking TRIES to touch me, i will kick his ass, i swear to fucking god, fuck…yes, bethany did think in swear words. it didn’t just exist in her mouth; it existed in her head too. are we really surprised by that information? i’m fairly sure we aren’t. anyways, bethany and callum went back. and by back, i mean way back, to the days before bethany had had carson, back when she was busy fucking up her life and making it so that she wasn’t going to see thirty, when she was on her downward spiral and where it was a miracle that she didn’t die while she was asleep – if she ever was asleep, because bethany had had some serious insomnia back in the day. anyways, she and callum, back then, when bethany was extremely stupid and extremely drunk – you could tell she was extremely stupid because she was friends with both callum and liam turner, who, in case you didn’t know, aren’t exactly the two brightest or soberest bulbs in the box – she was friends with callum. not just friends; best friends. as in text you until the sun comes up, go to parties with you, share weed best friends. yeah, those best friends. and what do all best friends with alcohol stashes and weed end up doing? why, simple – sleeping together. which was what bethany and callum did. twice. three times actually. or four. maybe five. somewhere around nine, really. anyways, they were friends. so, what had happened? well, that was quite simple: bethany gave birth to a baby, and decided she was going to change her life around, and callum became a daddy, and decided to get drunker. and that pissed bethany off so, so much; now that she knew what it was like to have a kid, she…well, carson’s life was way more important than hers, and since he wasn’t exactly capable of providing for himself, since he was, um, fucking three years old, bethany had to make sure her life was good enough so that she could make carson’s good enough. but callum? no. he didn’t give a fuck about his kid. if he did, he would’ve quit. she doubted he could’ve quit cold turkey, but come on – there was a thing called rehab. bethany didn’t have to go to it because she had friends who would help her out. but callum? he wasn’t the most likeable fellow in boston, to be honest. and so maybe he needed rehab…or, bethany could help him. but she wasn’t a miracle worker, so she doubted that would work out well.

“go fuck yourself; you’re the only one who would do you, anyways,” she snarled-shouted, clenching her fists. she absolutely hated him. hated. him. because, for fuck’s sake, how was it fair that somebody she disliked looked so, so, so good when they were in their underwear? damn it, bethany, stop thinking like that, or else you’ll look like a slut…besides, she didn’t want to hurt ellie like that. she didn’t know ellie personally, but knew enough, knew that she had the unfortunate luck to be the mother of callum’s child, to have to go through all of this on her own without a father to be there to help her care for the child. bethany had gone through the same thing, except ellie had her family and friends; bethany had just had her friends. she didn’t want anybody else to go through it. so yes, she did hate callum for making that poor girl have to care for a child all on her own while he went and got drunk and attempted to fuck bethany – wait, what the fuck? damn it, she had been busy thinking up a comeback for the first name basis thing, but no, he had taken advantage and he was fucking touching her without her permission.

oh, fuck it, it wasn’t like anybody would miss him all that much. right?

she reeled back her fist and nailed callum in the gut, already screaming at him in that usual bethany moinly way. “what the fuck, I AM NOT SLEEPING WITH YOU![/color]” she screamed, her voice even louder than the music – a few partiers looked around as she quickly searched for something that could do intense damage to the asshole in front of her; when she found none, she simply went for a knee to his balls. “GET THE FUCKING HELL AWAY FROM ME, YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE! HOW FUCKING DARE YOU EVEN TRY TO TOUCH ME WHEN YOU HAVE A FUCKING KID THAT YOU SHOULD BE CARING FOR INSTEAD OF GETTING YOUR ASS DRUNK HERE![/COLOR]” she screamed, unleashing the fucking rage of bethany fucking moinly on him and attempting to punch every single square inch of him, while at the same time dragging him away from the dance floor and towards the wall. once there, she pinned the guy up against the wall, her face inches from his, and then snarled, “what the fuck are you doing here and how fucking drunk are you?[/color]” [/font][/color]

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tagged! callum.
words[/b]! sixteen sixty seven.
tunes! i don’t care – fall out boy
outfit! pink bra & pink lacy satin panties
notes! he unleashed the rage of bethany
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[callum theodore rice]

the party's all right i might wanna stop drinking, what were we talking about?
MY BODY WON'T TELL MY MIND WHAT I'VE BEEN THINKING , BEFORE IT'S OUT OF MY MOUTH .

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ah, bethany danica moinly, of all the people he could possibly find here. literally. all the people. given he might not know any of thier names, or really remember thier faces the next day. but honestly, the two people he would've been deadset on not seeing here were elliot, of course, and beth. ok, that may seem a bit odd. given thier history and everyone's common knowledge that beth was almost, or had been almost, the female version of himself. but then there was that whole... incident. y'know with the guy and the place. and the thing. that ended up with the unfortunate dead weight. ok, so callum had known who the fuck liam turner was before the whole escapade began. but he'd made it his goal to stay the fuck away. he didn't like him. at all. of course not. liam was much like himself. only... he openly fucked everything that moved. whereas cal would only ever find himself with another guy under terribly rough circumstances, involving a plethura of drugs and alcoholic beverages. and a seriousy case of low self-esteem. so... point was, callum didn't want liam to end up being one of those guys. he wanted absolutely nothing to do with him. at all. ever. but fucking bethany insisted on hanging out with the asshole. much to callum's disappointment. but what was he gonna do about it? they were friends, he had no control over bethany whatsoever. despite his possessive nature, and let me tell you there had been a time or two where callum thought he felt something more for beth, he had absolutely no control over her life. so he let her fuck around with liam turner.

bad move.

he should've expected what had come next. ok, so callum was a royal asshole, but he really wouldn't ever go as far as to rape anyone. he'd never physically abuse a female into having intercourse with him. because, honestly, where was the fun in that? and... he had manners, yes, callum theodore rice had manners. he did not mistreat women. yes, he had a few names for them. he messed around with him. he mocked most of them. but when it came down to it callum was fairly respectful to females. he may call you a bitch, but he'll do it whilst holding the door open for you and carrying your bag. he may swipe a fifteen year olds v-card, but he sure as hell would be nice about it. no was no. that was that. he may tease. and he may whine and he may beg--especially when drunk, reference the current situation--but if he wasn't totally off his ass he wouldn't push it too far. he'd never harm a female. basically. moral of the story. but fucking liam turner apparently would. and if there hadn't been enough reason for callum to hate that son of a bitch there now was. he would swear to fucking god, if there is one, that if that guy ever laid another finger on beth he'd be on his back so fast he wouldn't know what hit him. and no, we aren't talking in a sexual manner, god, get your mind out of the gutter. but in all honesty if liam ever so much as looked at bethany funny callum would be pissed, to say the least. royally pissed. you just didn't touch what was his. yes, he referred to bethany as his. get over it.

TAGGED ! bethany danica moinly
WORD COUNT ! zero zero zero zero
NOTES ! notttt done. obvs.
CLOTHING ! NOTHING! just kidding. D: boxers of some sort. >_> he reallly has no idea. -_-
TEMPLATE ! me D:
PICSHARS ! alessandro de marco took 'em fool. D<
LYRICS ! can't lose - we are scientests