Give Me Hell [Open]

[rowanellis]

& I WAKE UP EVERY EVENING
WITH A BIG SMILE ON MY FACE
( and it never seems out of place )

Rowan was on the hunt. On the hunt to get away from her insane family. ”Humans are supposed to be slaves Rowan. Why can’t you understand that?” her father would ask her. The matter of the fact is that she just didn’t believe in anything they did. Of course she didn’t voice her true opinion to her family. She was known as the ‘quiet one’ of the family. She didn’t mind because they didn’t really ask for her opinion on things. She somehow got out of the family meeting by sneaking out the back door while ‘going to the bathroom’. Ten bucks said that they wouldn’t even notice. She could come back the next day and her parents wouldn’t have even known that she was gone. It was a sad truth, but she got away with a bunch of things. The one thing she didn’t wish happened was her smoking issue. She recently started smoking. Not heavily, but still smoking. She knew she hung out with the wrong crowd, but she didn’t care. Neither did her parents for the most part.

So, where does a sixteen-year-old rebel go to hide? Behind the biksheds of course. She walked over and saw a few teenagers, a few couples, relaxing and smoking and drinking. That was the normal for this place. She pulled out her cigarettes and a lighter from her dress. Some of the guys just looked at her like she was weird when she pulled the lighter from her bra. She rolled her eyes when they just stared and leaned against the wall. She put the package of cigarettes back in her dress pocket and her lighter back in her bra. She looked around and just saw the stupid teenage couples just staring at one another all googly eyes. She bet that the slut in the corner and the boy touching her all over were going to have sex tonight. God. She wished she had one actual friend to hang out with and make these bets with.

After a few more minutes of just standing there and watching people, she decided that it was time to hit the road. But, just as she threw her cigarette on the ground, some guy came over and started to talk to her. She looked up. He was just some punk at the high school. Senior she thought. He had short, choppy blond hair and piercing green eyes. Tan and buff. She rolled her eyes when he said this stupid pick-up line. When she tried to leave however, he kind of grabbed her arm and pulled her back. Oh lord. This guy was going to be a pain in the ass, wasn’t he? She just looked up at him and focused her fire power to the part of her arm that he was grabbing. He let go after a few seconds. She began to walk away again, but this guy was not going to give up. He pushed her against the wall when he caught up to her again. Damn. This guy was kind of strong.

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TAGGED,, OPEN
OUTFIT,, CLICK
MUSIC,, tv
NOTES,, ohai
TEMPLATE,, by PANIC! ITS LAUZ of CAUTION

[ASHER HART ELLIS]

This really wasn’t Asher’s scene. The bikshed was where teenagers – people his age, which Asher liked to ignore – came to goof off, hook up, or hang out with friends. He fit into none of those categories. The kid rarely “goofed off”, spending much too time having to project an air of seriousness. And he didn’t have relationships, didn’t date, didn’t hook up. He found girls generally annoying with all their drama and they didn’t much care for his personality. And friends? Asher didn’t have friends. He’d tell people that it didn’t bother him, that he didn’t need other people, but it wasn’t true.

And if those weren’t enough reasons as to why the bikshed wasn’t his ideal hang out, the biggest deciding factor could just be that Asher wasn’t social. It made him cranky (though what didn’t make him cranky) and a slight bit itchy on occasions. Why should he pretend to like a roomful of people that he either never met or hated anyway? The young firetamer hated having to pretend like that, hated having to make small talk and act like he enjoyed being where he was rather than anywhere else. He typically ended up sitting in the corner and being an all-around grump anyway, so it was good to just avoid these types of situations.

Yet, here Asher was, behind the bikshed. He had wanted to get away from his siblings – a common occurrence in the Ellis household – but didn’t feel like being alone. It was quite a conundrum for the young man. He didn’t entirely understand why he’d rather sulk in a group full of people than sulk on his lonesome, but he decided to not argue with the impulse for once. He rounded the corner that would bring him to where all the action was actually happening, hands shoved deep in the pockets of his leather jacket, head down. Just because he wanted to be on the outskirts of a group of people didn’t mean he actually wanted to talk to them. And the more closed off Asher made himself appear, the less likely anyone would bother to come talk to him.

However, Asher found something he wasn’t expecting. Instead of the typical scene of people who mind as well find a room and kids doing stupid things, he saw his cousin being pushed up against a wall by some dude. Had it been anyone else, Asher told himself that he would’ve looked away. He would’ve acted like he had never seen anything. Though in all reality, as much as he tried to be “evil” like his family wanted him to, he couldn’t be. No matter who it was in that situation, Asher would’ve walked up to the guy and told him to leave the girl alone. Because as much as Asher acted like an ass, he did have good in him.

None of that mattered though. The girl who was being bothered was his cousin, Rowan, and Asher felt a bubble of anger rise in him. He and Rowan were close, not that he’d ever admit it, and wasn’t going to just let this slide. The kid walked up to the guy, keeping his steps evenly measured and being careful not to draw attention to himself. He didn’t want this to turn into an all-out fight with a bunch of spectators, not if he could help it. “Hey buddy, back off,” Asher said as he reached his cousin and the guy, putting his hand on the other male’s shoulder. His voice was low with as much menace as he could muster behind it. Asher actually shocked himself; he sounded like his father when the elder Ellis was trying to appear threatening.