[R] out of the storm... [Lyla]

[» ,Jason, <----]

Jason walked up to his dorm, looking back over his shoulder occasionally to see if Lyla was still behind him or in front of him. Where ever she seemed to bounce at the moment. He shoved the key in and tried to open it. The damn thing wouldn't budge. He slammed his shoulder into it once, twice, he heaved and slammed into it a third time. This caused the door to fly open and him to lurch inside, tripping. "Shit!" he exclaimed a bit loud, regaining his footing. He then waited for her to come in before slamming the door shut again.

Hazel eyes looked around the dorm. The best thing about this place, so far, was he had no room mates to bug him. He cringed inwardly at the thought. He walked to the refrigerator and pulled it open. He peered inside and grabbed a beer for himself. He tossed one to Lyla. He popped the can open with his teeth and took a swig. "Make yourself at home." He told her, motioning around the dorm with his hand. He grinned at her and set his beer down on the nightstand. He flopped onto his bed and fell back, his hands lay gently on his firm abs. He looked over at her, that boyish grin still lit up his features.

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[—› lyla morgan *]

Lyla had followed Jason back to his dorm and watched him him silently. He was awesome. Lyla picked up her pace as it began to rain. She grumbled slighlty as her hair became wet and stopped about a foot away from Jason as he assaulted his door. When he finally got it open, she proceeded into his door quietly and caught the beer that was tossed to her. Yep, a beer. Most women didn't drink beer like a man but Lyla was friends with the craziest boy. She smiled to herself as her eyes scoped over his fit body.

Good times. She smiled at the thought and crack opened the beverage and took a sip. Placing on a coaster and sitting on the comfy chair watching Jason contently. Lyla snuggled down into the soft chair and reached for her beer, taking another drink and returning it back to the coaster. She let her black locks flal around her face and hide her left eye. Lyla closed her eyes and spoke softly, "Nice little area, you got here, don't you?" A smile flashed her pearly teeth with her vision still cut off.

[» ,Jason, <----]

here comes trouble...

Hazel eyes stared at the ceiling for a while. He heard her pop open her beer, that reminded him of his own. He reached his right hand over to the nightstand, not looking where he was putting it. He felt comically around for the beer, nearly knocking it off before grabbing it firmly. He was sure his struggle with the beer can would make Lyla smile. He finally sat up and yanked it off the nightstand so hard, beer came up out of the can. He then took a long swig of the amber liquid. "Damn thing," he mumbled, placing the beer can, half empty, back onto the nightstand. Hazel eyes then averted from the can to Lyla at her words, he grinned.

"Yeah, it's alright. I'm gonna hate it when they send in others," He spoke the last line with a hateful glint in his words. He downed the last of his beer and crushed the can. "They'll be wantin' my opium, speed, heroin, or God forbid, morphine...." He mumbled throwing his beer can away in the trash can. He reached in the fridge again, he peered over the door. "Want another?" He asked, not waiting for a reply he grabbed two anyway. "I'll give you one anyway," He chuckled, setting the new beer can down beside her.

Jason popped this one open with his teeth too as he plopped back down onto his bed. He took a swig and set it down. He grinned over at Lyla mischievously. He dug around in his nightstand droor for a moment before pulling out a medium sized photo album. He placed it on his lap, hazel eyes looked back to her. "I think I'll have something you'll enjoy looking at. Come here." He motioned for her to come, beginning to flip through the book...

walkin' down your street...

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[—› lyla morgan *]

Lyla watched his actions closely and looked around the small place again. Her head tilted to the left and thought of when she first met Jason. She loved the fact that they were so outgoing. Lyla rubbed her eyes and opened them and let them adjust to the light. She listened to Jason's voice as he spoke. She was a good listener. Lyla smiled at him as he talked on. A nod was given to him to let him know she wasn't just pretending to listen and saying blah, blah, blah in her head.

When he reached in his drawer and called her over, Responding to him in a normal pace, she pushed up from the chair, stretched her arms out and proceeded to his bed. She sat down at the foot of his bed and crossed her legs into indian style. She looked curiously at the album and replied, "What might that be?"

[» ,Jason, <----]

here comes trouble...

Jason grinned after finding what he was looking for. He looked up, hazel eyes falling on Lyla. He looked at her, giving her a mock glare. He held up the album strait in front of him, pointed at her. "Can you see from three feet away? I don't think so, missy. Slide your little ass over here before I get drastic!" He told her playfully, chuckling and flopping the album back onto his lap.

He looked down at the photo he was intending to show her. It was open to that page. It was a photo of him in that makeup that she put on him while he was drunk and high. Eye liner, shadow, blush, foundation, lip liner, lip stick... The whole she-bang. He shook his head at the picture, the things he did... or let others do to him while he was drunk made him laugh. Hence why he kept so many pictures of such things in his album. He looked to Lyla to see if she had complied...

crashing through your door...

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[—› lyla morgan *]

Lyla looked over to Jason with a still curious expression and watched him talk in a sarcastic tone. She gave him a glare and laid out beside him. Lyla watched the page's flip. When it landed on the page when they were dead drunk, she laughed. Lyla laughed so hard her eyes began to water. Finally when it was hard to breath, she inhaled deeply. She slapped an arm over Jason's chest and sighed. "Good times." She looked at him in the eyes and blinked. "Your a good friend." She sprawled out on the bed silently and played with her now exposed belly ring with a smirk.

[» ,Jason, <----]

your gonna unleash a whole new me...

Jason grinned as she slid over beside him. He watched her like she was insane as she laughed. He chuckled, looking back at the picture. That was real funny. As her words echoed in his ears he flipped for another picture, one of his personal favorites... When she clapped an arm over his chest he fell backward, lifting the album up over his head so he could still look at it, unfazed. He smirked at her. When he noticed her looking at him, he looked into her eyes as she blinked and told him he was a good friend. He grinned boyishly. Of course he was! He was good at everything he tried, even if it took a little bit.

He watched her sprawl on the bed and he found the pictures. There were two. One was of her dancing with just her bra and panties on on a table around a bunch of guys. They had gotten so drunk. Then the other was of her giving a drunk Jason a lap dance. His hand was on her hip and the other hand was playing with her naval piercing. He put them in front of her eyes and said, "Your a damn good friend too." he gave her a wink and a classic bad boy smirk...

and I can't wait to show it..

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[—› lyla morgan *]

Lyla smiled at him as her impact caused him to fall backwards. She giggled and then shifted upwards to waddle toward her beer. Her hand gripping the cold can and pouring the liquid into her mouth. She drunk it down and within two gulps. She place the empty can upon the coaster and trotted back to Jason with a grin. She eyed him as he flipped to page four. She flopped down onto the bed and laid above his head, staring at the pictures.

Mortified and shocked, she squealed. "You still have those?!" She glared at him and picked up a sock from the floor and put it across his eyes. Lyla stared at the book and blushed. She could believe because Jason was just that sneaky. "But I was drunk!"

[» ,Jason, <----]

Jason laughed hard as she squealed at him. Tears came to his eyes he was laughing so hard. When he opened his eyes there was a sock over them. He grabbed it and threw it off where ever it may. He looked over at her, his hazel eyes sparkling. "Yeah, why wouldn't I?" He asked playfully, grinning at her. He looked at them again, looking back up at her. He saw her cheeks flush crimson and he smiled. Jason then shut the book with a snap, tossing it on the nightstand. He looked back over to Lyla.

"If it makes you feel better, I still have this, too..." He said, grabbing his phone. He flipped it open and went through his videos. When he found what he wanted he laid down beside her and held it up, turning up the volume. He hit play and loud music was blaring from it, the lyrics were incoherent as it showed a slightly tipsy Jason climbing onto a table. He started to dance, doing a strip tease on the table. His provocative dance lasted thirty seconds. Long enough for him to be in nothing but his boxers, acting like he was gonna take those off too but he never did. He flipped the phone shut and tossed it on the nightstand too.

Hazel eyes fell on Lyla again, grinning. "You shot that. I believe you were screaming for me to take more off too," He teased, knowing she probably wouldn't have done that unless she was drunk. He chuckled, he kept all his and other peoples embarrassing things. He took a moment to notice how close they were right now, noticing the slight exposer of her stomach. He suddenly had the impulse to do her right there. He shooed it away. She was his best friend, she would never want to do something like that... Would she? Jason had to know.

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[—› lyla morgan *]

Lyla's feelings for Jason never really grew more than a close friend. Or that's what she thought. Lyla watched him laugh so hard he, too cried. She flashed a smile at him gently. Lyla felt happy that she was here with her friend. When he flipped open his cell phone and showed her the video, she burst into laughter. "Your such a loser!" She was merely kidding to her dear friend as she watched his vision flicker to her stomach. Something popped into her mind but she knew he'd never want to do that to her. Would he?

Lyla's eyes glanced away from his as she twisted the diamond in her belly button gently. Curiously, she asked quietly, "Do you think our friendship could ever turn into anything more?" Her cheeks flushed a rose colour at the question but she was seriously. Her hands laid still on her abdomen as she gazed at Jason intently.

[» ,Jason, <----]

If she thought he'd never do that to her.. She was so wrong. If she made a move, he'd pounce. Even if she didn't, he still might. Was that wrong? Jason thought about that for a split second before coming to a decision.. Nah. He shot her a mock glare at her. He literally looked angry, but she had known him long enough, surely, to know he wasn't. He grabbed her shoulders and got on top of her. "Don't make me rape you for that," He gave her one last glare before laughing. He had threatened rape on her before, it was all in good fun. He'd never do something she didn't want to.

As she asked him a question he sat up, still straddling her hips. He placed his hands on his thighs and sighed. It may, it may not. But he never thought about it before... "Well, I can't honestly say, that," He paused for a moment, leaning down, placing his hands on either side of her head, his face close to hers now. "I haven't wanted to do this, before." He whispered the last part of his sentence, pressing his lips to hers passionately. He was alert for any signs that she wanted to pull away, so he would react and pull away too.

When he broke the kiss, he did so gently. Deep hazel eyes stared into hers, searching them. "Now, I wanna know," He whispered gently, letting his eyes drift over her face to her neck before going up to her eyes again. "how you feel about that...." he asked, a teasing smirk pulled at his lips slightly as he froze, waiting for her reply, be it physical or verbal.

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[—› lyla morgan *]

Just a little taste has got me off the chains

Lyla gave him the same stare, a twinkle her eye though. She couldn't stay serious for long if it wasn't real business. Lyla's arms stay still as she watched her friend. Even though she knew when he grabbed his shoulders and threatened to rape her, he never would, but her slim body still tensed at the motion. Lyla watched his lips and listened to the words emitted into the room, entering her ears. "Me eit-." But when the lips connected with her own, a little force was put into her moves, like she wanted it, and her whole body tingled instead of tensing. Her arms had lifted and cling to his muscular body but before she could so much as to touch him, he pulled away gently. Her almond eyes, blinking serious and staring to his own.

When his gaze fell upon herself again, her arms tucked down into her sides like she never had moved them. "Oh my." Lyla's gaze was interested and just possibly asking for more. She didn't know. Could her friendship go higher to her dearest friend. Maybe it could. Lyla sat up slowly and slipped off her hoody, exposing a tight, red tank top hugging her figure. She had been thinking of what she wanted to tell Jason, she didn't want to sound like she'd wanted to have sex with him ever since they'd met. "As long as you know, I never intended for this to happen." With that, she leaned into him, her hand resting on his knee and her lips touching his own. Here goes ...