one day - coop <3

[hannah]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,width: 350px; padding: 10px; background-image: url(http://i.imgur.com/w6MZf.png);] a couple rounds goin down like water! Fingertips tapped on the surface of the coffee house counter as a chin sat boredly in a cupped palm as deep blue eyes watched the sun beginning to sink out of view from her spot before the drive through window. The smell of coffee beans over powered most anything as a glance was given up at the clock noting that it was fifteen minutes untill close. Moving about the small house like espresso stand, Hannah began to clean things up, dry the shot glasses and restock items for the girl who worked the next morning. It wasn't much more than a half hour later that she started her walk home and before she knew it one of her friends from highschool had driven by, saw her and reversed her boyfriend's nova up the street trying to convince her to tag along. With a little reluctance Hannah hopped into the muscle car and giggled as Sarah slammed her foot down on the gas pedal and off they went, tires screeching over the pavement and the smell of burning rubber filling the evening air. Usually Hannah was up for anything and that included partying but tonight she just wasn't feeling the mood as she looked out of the passenger side window making small talk with her good friend. Hannah's focus drifted over the familiar houses she traveled by every day and as they pulled into the lot of Sarah's boyfriend's house Hannah could hear the thumping music coming from inside. It felt like a switch had be turned on and instantly that pep in her step increased and before she knew it, Hannah was well on her way to being fairly tipsy. Her hands fiddled with the door and its lock before she skipped out onto the balcony with Sarah and a few other of their girlfriend's in tow a need for fresh air had coaxed them outside as well as the need for a cigarette. Hannah didn't smoke and so she simply sat lightly on the railing and laughed with the others as they enjoyed their smoke the stereo inside switching to one of their favorite songs. The rhythm began to move through the girls and soon they were all dancing together and laughing, worries were far from their mind but suddenly the flash of blue and red lights caught Hannah off guard. A neighbor next door had called them in for a noise complaint and the cops were now pulling into the driveway to investigate. Keeping a calm composure amungst the rest of her friends Hannah made a clean escape out of the house and ran across the back yard, muscles bunching and lifting her up so she could haul herself over the fence and into the alley way. When things like this happened she usually went to Brooke's and thats exactly where she was headed in a brisk walk, her heart racing and she could feel her pulse in her throat. Long blonde tresses were thrown back over her shoulders, the mess of curls tumbling down to stop at the middle of her back and she rounded the corner onto Brookella's street. It wasn't but a few minutes later she trotted up the drive the loose and slightly numb feeling of being drunk had registered to her. Cursing herself mentally she helped herself into the house finding it unlocked like always and as she walked in Hannah tried to hide her current state incase Annie was about, something she never wanted the little girl to see and so before heading into the living room her light aussie voice moved through the hallway, "Brookie, where are yoooooooou?" A slight smile carressed her plump lips as she made her way carefully towards the light pouring out of the living area and as her steely blue eyes fell over Mitch she almost felt a blush begin to heat up her cheeks the tightness in her stomach turning into stone but her confidence override appeared instantly, "Is Brooke here, Mitch?" Hannah asked tenderly not knowing if Annie was asleep next to him or if she was asleep upstairs and the worry of waking her was there even if she was being terribly quiet for the amount of alcohol she had drank earlier that evening and that reminded her as she felt a wave of dizziness wash over her but only for a second as her brows furrowed in question her focus pinned on Mitch just like it always had been since her and Brooke had become teenagers and interested in men. words: XXXX - tags: coop <3 - outfit: HERE!

[cooper]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: dddddd; border: #cccccc solid 8px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] AND I KNOW YOU LIKE IT TOO THE WAY THAT I WANT YOU The Tag: hannah<3 The Words: nine oh seven The Notes i rambled sorry >.< It was too quiet. It was far too quiet. Silence had a way of worming it’s way beneath Mitchell’s skin and making him go insane. Stark raving mad. He couldn’t concentrate when the house was so still, the air so undisturbed… He could feel the emptiness of the place settling all around him, blanketing his surroundings, suffocating him. He hated silence. He hated being alone. Was it a truly awful thing that he couldn’t stand just a couple of hours in his own company? That he didn’t know what to do with himself when he didn’t have other people draining his time and resources? It probably was. He sat in the middle of the couch for a few minutes, watching the sky darken beyond the window. Then was buoyed by restlessness back to his feet. He shut the blinds. He neatened the stack o magazines on the coffee table. Went to the kitchen, poured himself a glass of water, took one sip and then tipped the rest away. He returned to the hallway. Stood, head tilted up, observing the spot on the ceiling where the wallpaper was peeling away. He would have to fix that. He should fix that. He could do it now, maybe… No. Not now. He stole a quick glance at his watch. It was late. He knew he shouldn’t even be awake. The thing about the ‘early morning radio show’ was that it occurred very early in the morning. He was on air at five from Monday through Saturday. That meant he had to be up at four. It also meant he had the sleep pattern of a child, going to bed very early and rising before the dawn, but that was okay. It kind of worked really, what with Annie being the age she was. He didn’t have time to be fixing things right now – what was he even thinking? He should be relaxing. Sitting somewhere, enjoying the rare solitude, letting his mind shut down and getting some much needed rest. He should sit down. He went back through to the sitting room and sat back in the middle of the sofa. The t.v. was on, the volume down low. Infomercials. He picked up one of the magazines from the coffee table and started to thumb through it. His dark brown eyes skimmed the faded print, not finding anything to latch onto, not even finding anything he could make sense of. Might as well have been printed in another language. God, it was so quiet! How could he concentrate? He got up. Went to the window and twitched open the blinds. The street beyond was empty and silent. Dark. He turned and went back into the hall. Up the stairs. He found himself in Annie’s room. Her cot was empty – the sight of it made his stomach twist with anxiety. He knew his mother was perfectly capable of babysitting Annie for one night. She’d been begging him for weeks to be given the opportunity, but Mitchell didn’t like to let his daughter very far from him if he could avoid it. He liked her under this roof. Nearby. Always. He stared down at the cot for a few seconds, then reached in and grabbed her blanket, folded it over his arm and set it back again. He went back to the landing. Brooke’s bedroom door was ajar, but he didn’t go in. She wouldn’t like him to. Especially when she wasn’t here. Out with her boyfriend – if the term boyfriend could be applied to such a mercenary creature. Above his head, the light bulb flickered. Fix that! His subconscious practically yelled at him. Must fix that! Let’s do it now! No. No, we’re not getting involved in fixing things now. We’re not doing things. We’re relaxing. He reminded himself in a rather calmer, more collected way. Nope, we’re going insane. A third inner voice he didn’t recognise so well piped up. We’re talking to ourselves. We’re insane. Mitch shook his head to clear it. He about-turned and took himself back down the stairs, back to the sitting room. He was going to relax, god damn it. He’d earned the right to relax. He sat, releasing a great huff of air from his lungs, and reached for the magazine again. No sooner had he flicked past the front page than he heard the front door open and light footsteps enter the hall. Probably Brooke coming home. It was quite early for her to be back, but he wouldn’t be complaining if only she’d rescue him from this wretched solitude… “Brookie, where are yoooouuuuu?” came a voice in the hall, and Mitch’s guts clenched again. This time in sweet anticipation. He knew that voice, and it certainly wasn’t his sister’s. He threw the magazine back onto the coffee table and straightened up just as Hannah rounded the door and came into the living room. She was looking slightly dazed, confused, as if… drunk. Maybe she was. “Is Brooke here, Mitch?” “Just me tonight.” He replied mildly. He suddenly felt pretty silly, standing in the middle of his own sitting room like this. She had a real knack for making him feel like a fool, and she didn’t even mean to do it. “She’s out with you-know-who, so she won’t be back ‘til late. You all right? You look kinda…” He waved a hand spacily in front of his face to demonstrate. “Dazed. Been drinking?” created by ADE! Pb-ified by WILL

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[hannah]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,width: 350px; padding: 10px; background-image: url(http://i.imgur.com/w6MZf.png);] a couple rounds goin down like water! Ever since Hannah could remember she had loved the Cooper family, Brookella had always been so kind to her along with the rest of the family. Her parents and Brookella's parents are still very good friends and it's been that way since they moved to Charleston so it was no wonder really why Hannah felt so compelled towards Mitchell. She had fantasized of him as a young teen, he was a lady killer in highschool and when her and Brooke had sleep over's at the Cooper house she tried not to be one of those girls that stalk him even if it was honestly harmless and not super creepy stalker status weird, every girl went through it and she assumed it hadn't really bothered him because he never noticed until once. As her mind clicked over those thoughts she smiled at him a little as he spoke, trying to keep herself focused enough to stay under control and not be a sloppy drunk which she wasn't but it was hitting her now harder than before. There had been one time before this that she had ran to Brooke's in the morning to drag her bestfriend out of bed after a fight with her on and off again boyfriend to cheer her up and put a smile on her pretty face but just like now she had ran into Mitchell. It wasn't long after his divorce and she found him rather upset sitting on the front porch of him and his sisters house, twisting the ring he had given his ex wife round and round between his fingers. Hannah knew it was a vunerable time for him and she had done her best to comfort him until Brooke had showed up only moments later and cut their conversation short. Biting a lip she felt a hot flash of anger fuel the fire in the depths of her blue eyes, she loathed the woman for hurting him and if Hannah had her way she would make that woman hurt just like Mitch did. Rolling her eyes slightly in response she gave a 'it figures' face realizing now that was why she hadn't responded to any of her texts messages. "I don't much like that guy." She blurted before her mind could process the sentance but her lips and vocal chords obviously had a mind of their own but instead she nodded at his next question finding it incredibly hard to be anything but honest in his presence. "Oh yeah I'm good, tipsy yes but drunk no. " Her reply was normal, she flashed him her famous smile before tugging the fifth of tequila out of the inside breast pocket of her peacoat and swishing the alcohol softly her brows raised in questions. "Have a shot with me Coop you look awfully bored here by yourself!" It only took her a minute to remember he said it was only him in the house and so she turned on her worn cowboy boots and made her way to the kitchen. This house was more than familiar to her, she knew it like the back of her hand and even a little drunk she found the light and set the bottle on the counter grabbing a couple limes and the salt. If Brooke wasn't here to join her then she would make due with Mitchell even if inside her head she was questioning just why she was being so confident and smooth around him. It was never like this, any time she had made eye contact with him she felt this electricity that she hadn't ever felt with anyone else and that would always break her down and make it impossible to just relax. She had seen him at his weakest and strongest points just like he had seen her's when she would vent to Brooke and she was sure he could over hear. Hannah hated to call it a crush because it wasn't like that to her, she was secretly in love with her best friends older brother and everyone was oblivious to the fact and that was the safest way to keep it. Grabbing two shot glasses she began to slice the limes carefully, her sense of control beginning to regain itself as the intoxication began to wear off her eyes drifting to the doorway before looking back down at her work, heart thumping heavily in her chest. words: XXXX - tags: coop <3 - outfit: HERE!

[cooper]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: dddddd; border: #cccccc solid 8px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] AND I KNOW YOU LIKE IT TOO THE WAY THAT I WANT YOU The Tag: hannah<3 The Words: six three five The Notes less rambly this time! “I don’t much like that guy.” Hannah commented, and Mitch laughed slightly, taken aback by her bluntness. “Who does?” He asked rherotically. No one much liked the guy, but no one ever said it. Mitch’s parents hated him, but they never outright said so. And Mitch himself… well… he’d once called that guy a friend, but he wasn’t so keen on him lately. When you get together with a siblings’ friend it rarely ends well for anyone involved. It’s all just messy and complicated. He tried to remember that whenever he looked at Hannah. Would Brooke be alright with it? Would she fall out with him, or with Hannah? Somebody would get hurt, and unlike Brooke’s ‘boyfriend’, he actually cared about the consequences of his actions. “Oh yeah, I’m good. Tipsy yes, but drunk no.” She said brightly. She flashed him a smile – the kind of smile that floored him, blinded him with it’s dazzling quality. He tried not to appear too affected by her. That was key. He’d never let on. He never would. He remembered the days when he’d still lived at home, and Hannah practically seemed to live in Brooke’s bedroom the amount of sleepovers they had. She’d thought she was so subtle, following him but not following him. Inventing casual excuses to be in the same room. Watching him whenever he moved. It’d been funny, cute, mildly flattering, but she hadn’t been the only hopeless girl who’d been enamoured with him back then. And he’d only had eyes for his ex-wife in those days. Presumably, Hannah had grown out of her silly crush. Why wouldn’t she have? He wasn’t the same guy nowadays. Didn’t have the same confidence or charisma. She wasn’t a silly little girl and had no reason to look at him like that now. She would have grown out of her silly crush years ago, whereas he’d only grown into his. Digressed back to the kind of stupid awkward adoration you generally see in pre-adolescent kids. “Tipsy, huh? You know last I checked you weren’t twenty one for months yet. Do I need to call your mom and tell her you’ve been breaking the law?” He asked, cocking an insincere eyebrow. Of course he wouldn’t, but sometimes he felt it best to remind himself how young she was. Not even legally old enough to drink. It made him ashamed of the impure thoughts he sometimes had about her, and shame was a quick and easy antidote to attraction. “Have a shot with me Coop. You look awfully bored here by yourself!” In one swift movement she’d whipped out a bottle of tequila from inside her coat, brandishing it at him and started heading for the kitchen. “I don’t know if –” He managed to get out before she disappeared through the doorway. “ – that’d be a good idea.” He finished to himself, speaking low under his breath. “I have to get up early, you know. Oh, all right then. But just one, and that’s it. Okay? Okay.” He followed her through to the kitchen and saw that she’d gone ahead and started cutting some limes. He found it suddenly very amusing how at home she was here. She was being a little more bold than usual this evening, sure, but it wasn’t as if she didn’t know where everything was. He crossed the kitchen and hauled himself up onto the counter opposite her. He allowed a few rare moments of silence so that he could watch her: the careful movements of her hands, the fuzzy yellow halo around her head of the light catching in her hair. She was quite mesmerising. “Oh, you know, I forgot to say when you came in, but make yourself at home.” He said lightly, slightly sarcastic because… of course, she already had. created by ADE! Pb-ified by WILL

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[hannah]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,width: 350px; padding: 10px; background-image: url(http://i.imgur.com/w6MZf.png);] a couple rounds goin down like water! Hannah adored the soft laugh she had gotten in response despite the nagging feeling of over stepping that line because she knew how Brooke felt but drunk words were sober thoughts; right? Shrugging at his question she thought about that to herself and the only answer that had risen right of the bat was no one. All he did was hurt Brooke and that didn't fly with Hannah and she had gone all out a few times by getting in his face and revealing that temper and boy when she was mad it was a mess of a thick aussie accent surrounded by every rude curse combination in the book it was her trademark, you don't piss off a Vega. Both brows raised as she watched him react to her words and she curled a playful lip at him a soft growl under her breath. "Psshht, alright dad." She cracked another smile at him but as she turned a soft laugh slipped through her lips barely catching what he had begun to say before beginning her task. Reflecting now on his face she let the last few minutes replay as if it were a dream, she wasn't blind to his expression when she had smiled at him but chose not to recognize it because there was no way she could lose Brooke as a friend and it certainly was a level of betrayl that Hannah refused to succumb to. In all honesty she didn't know how her best friend would react to the fact she did like him for all of the right reasons instead of the wrong ones but this situation was incredibly fragile from the start. Both families were very close and their kids happen to be good friends and if anything Mitchell had been a big brother to Hannah all of her life since she was an only child in the Vega family. This all was so forbidden but it only made Hannah want to persue this even more and if it meant trouble then atleast it was worth it and she considered herself pretty good at keeping secrets. Shaking her head slightly as if it toss hair away she forced that feeling away, refusing to go back on her word when it came to Brooke and the way she felt. However, when he entered the room shortly after her she chewed on the inside of her lip for a moment wondering what to do next after a few shots, she didn't want to get him drunk but right now Hannah couldn't stand it, she wanted to know if he felt the same way and maybe if they loosened up a little they could confess, and then acess the situation properly without it being weird. The seat he chose and the subtle way he let silence pass between them and then the light sarcasm in his tone as he spoke had gotten right under her skin just like it always had so as her deep blue eyes casted a narrowed glance her lips spread into a smartass grin. "Just wait till I have my own house key." Hannah was teasing now but inside as she held their eye conact she felt her heart skip a beat before she casually looked back down at the last slice of lime she had cut before unscrewing the bottle lid and pouring their shots. What if one day she did have a house key? That thought made her stomach twist and squeeze into a tight ball and she almost couldn't do the shot as the burning tequila smoothed down her throat. Brows furrowed she grabbed the lime and squeezed it as her teeth sunk into it the sour masking the strongness of the tequila. Looking over at him as he took his she made to pour another before she spoke again, "So how was your day, anything interesting at the 'office'?" She quoted playfully, his job was cool to her and she wished she had the voice and charisma he had to do that sort of thing but still it was in her nature to tease and joke and he was the perfect canidate for her to pick on harmlessly. words: XXXX - tags: coop <3 - outfit: HERE!