She's Just Like Cocaine; Addictive and Expensive

[Hannah Bennet]

Hold Me Tight & Never Let Go.

"Common!" A sweet voice exclaimed from behind a door, the words muffled but still beautiful. The knob to the Bennet's Bungalow's front door twisted and turned until it clicked open. A girl walked inside, dragging a boy in behind her. Her face was glowing with happiness, a gorgeous smile fixed across her face, credit to the boy. "Welcome to my humble abode!" She said with the sweetest of her smiles. Something seemed different about this girl, she wasn't the normal sulking teenager that rested in the bedroom down the hall. She seemed happier, and more radiant. After one night of attention, Hannah seemed like a new person.

Her eyes shifted around her house. On the kitchen counter there were tubes and tubes of paint, her canvas was still set up on the kitchen table, where she was painting a picture from her camera. The flat screen on the wall was still on, sporting a cooking show. The couch had it's regular pillows placed upon it. Everything seemed normal.

"Um..the bathroom's down the hall, along with the bedrooms. The kitchen is just ahead, along with the living room." She said, giving him a one second tour, the rest her could find out on his own.

It was a wonder that Hannah didn't have any grass stains in her clothes, since she went tumbling down a hill. She looked next to perfect, minus her make up. It was semi smeared from all the crying she had done.

Hannah quickly kicked off her shoes, taking off towards the fridge for a drink. She was really thirsty after spending quite awhile without drinks. She grabbed some lemonade from the fridge, pouring it in one of the glasses she had taken from the cupboard. "You want some?" She asked before pouring some in the other cup, meant for the boy.

For Misturr Ryan.

[Ryan Parker.]

WORDS CANNOT
SAVE THE WORLD;;

To be quite honest, Ryan would have been happy getting ice cream, he was addicted to ice cream, it was his drug. But as Hannah happily pointed out, it was her birthday and she got to pick out where they went, Ryan, being sweet Ryan, couldn't stand to argue with the beauty. He spun around once, looking around the home before he stopped, his eyes landing on Hannah, "Nice," He said with a grin, his brown hair falling in his chocolate eyes.

He shook his head at the offer of sweet lemonade, "No thanks," Lemonade made his stomach uneasy and he always got sick when he drank it, he didn't want that attention right now.

BUT HOPEFULLY,
THEY CAN CONVEY
OUR STORY.

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[Hannah Bennet]

"Thanks!" She said, rather giddy, putting the lemonade back in the fridge. She decided to leave the glass on the counter, just in case Ryan wanted something later. She took a healthy gulp putting the cup back on the counter. She never seemed to finish something she thought she wanted.

"You wanna watch tv? I mean, unless cooking isn't your thing. I love to watch the professional dishes while I eat my crepes." She said with a giggle. She seemed like she had crepes all the time, but the thing was, she did. She loved crepes.

She decided that making crepes was so much nicer then micro waved kind. She wanted to actually make some. She was really good actually, since she made crepes basically every day. "Uhh..what kind of fruit do you want in your crepe. Unless you want nutella. Kinda like chocolate once it's made." She pointed out, grabbing ingredients from every corner of the kitchen.

[Ryan Parker.]

i CONFESS;;

Ryan had to laugh at her sudden giddiness. Was there something in the air that made her go insane all of the sudden? Ryan had no idea, but hey; it was entertaining him for the moment.

"It's your birthday," Ryan reminded her with a sly grin, sitting down on the couch, staring at the t.v, he hated cooking shows, they annoyed the hell out of him. Hello; cookbooks anyone? "So special you get to decide what poor me has to watch," He gave a shrug as though it was obvious, "It's only right,"

Ryan averted his attention from the t.v to Miss Hannah, staring at her for a moment. "Nutella," He repeated in a questioning tone, "I guess. I've never had it,"

i'M
MESSED
UP.

[Hannah Bennet]

"You can change it if you want. The converter is probably under the couch cushions.", Hannah said with a shrug, since he really wasn't looking her way, she sneaking to the freezer and took the base of the crepes out. Snickering she plopped some nutella on it.

"Sure, I love it with nutella." She replied with a grin. After the two crepes seemed to be done she stuck the in the micro wave for a minute. It would need another three to cool. Hannah didn't want to burn her fingers.

She left the crepes in the micro wave and walked over to Ryan and sat beside her. She could tell, he didn't like cooking channels. So, Hannah snatched the converter from it's hiding place; beside one of the many pillows on her couch.

[Ryan Parker.]

MAYBE HE WON'T
FIND OUT
WHAT i KNOW;;

Digging in random couch cushions? Not for Ryan, no thank you. He glanced over at her, shaking his head a little, a smile still emplanted on his face, "You're insane woman," He said, turning his attention back to the t.v on the wall.

"Well what you love may not be what I love," He raised an eyebrow, looking at her again, "Ever think of that?" He had no idea what he just said, he didn't care much either, it was something that was at least a bit intellegent.

He watched as she walked over to the couch, raising an eyebrow as she got the remote, he was really that easy to read? He gave a shrug, wondering what she would change it to.

YOU WERE THE
LAST GOOD THiNG
ABOUT THiS BAR.

[Hannah Bennet]

"Do you have a problem?", Hannah asked with an eyebrow raised. She stared at him for a few moments, quite sternly. She was serious about crepes, or at least she didn't like it when people talked to her like that. Especially when she was in the best of moods. Ryan was not exception, he got that same treatment anyone would for insulting her, well, at least she thought he had insulted her.

All of a sudden irritated, Hannah flipped through the channels. That was until she came to a decision. Bugs Bunny, if he didn't like that, then he couldn't possibly like anything or anyone.

She sat quietly, something she was quite good at. She had spent most of her time in Carlem perfecting being invisible and being able to be the 'quiet girl who never says anything'. She was quite capable to pull the silent treatment on him.

[Ryan Parker.]

ME AND YOU
SiTTiNG
iN A HONEYMOON;;

"Mental," Ryan replied, his face expressionless, trying not not smile at her, which was getting harder and harder for him not to do. "But that's a whole other story that you probably don't want to listen to," He gave a shrug, rubbing the back of his neck.

Bugs Bunny scared him. Yes, that possessive, carrot loving rabbit scared the living daylights out of him. It was a long story about Halloween, Lucy and a cartoon involving Bugs Bunny...embarrassing and weird.

"If you're not gonna talk, I'll just go on and on about how I wish I wouldn't have gone by that one Oak tree when I was eight on Halloween," Ryan said, grinning happily. He had no intention on telling her about what really happened that night, but if he had to...

iF i
WOKE UP
NEXT
TO YOU.

[Hannah Bennet]

Hannah stayed silent. She just stared blankly at the television, watching tweety go ape on that cat. Even though the microwave beeped, signaling that the crepes were fini.She remembered that they had to stay in for a wee bit longer, to cool down.

Even when Ryan was blabbering on, Hannah stayed as quiet as a mouse. It was incredibly hard for her to do so, since she really wanted to talk to him. But, to prove a point she didn't say a word.

Suddenly Hannah really wanted to know what he was going to tell her. Now she was even more motivated to not talk, she was on a mission now.

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[Ryan Parker.]

i'LL KEEP
SINGING THIS LiE.

"You will talk," Ryan said with a nod, determined to make her smile, laugh or even talk. And when he was determined, well, let's just say he usually got his way.

It was killing Ryan, he needed to hear her speak, but he couldn't force her to say something, though he really wanted that ability right now, he knew it couldn't happen.

He sighed, hoping she would say something, he really didn't want to tell her why exactly he was afraid of anything that had to do with rabbits, it was embarrassing on his part...humiliating even.

iF YOU'LL
KEEP BELiEViNG
iT.

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[Hannah Bennet]

Hannah turned her head to Ryan, she kept a straight face, a blank stare if you will. She was going to stay absolutely quite and emotionless until he told her. When he talked all she did was stick her tongue out at him, giving him a big fuck you.

She noticed the crepes again, but decided to leave them. They were probably still hot anyways. Plus, if she went to get them she would talk on the way, she knew she would.

She glanced between the television and Ryan, hoping he would blurt out what he was going to say because Hannah was about to start talking.

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[Ryan Parker.]

i KNOW
THiS HURTS;;

That didn't really bother Ryan, her sticking her tounge out at him, it actually made him grin. He crossed his arms stubbornly along his chest, giving her a simple shrug, "I'm telling you, you'll talk,"

He glanced at the kitchen, for no reason really, just because he felt like it. "Doesn't the little dingy sound mean they're ready?" He asked, turning his head back towards her, he could be an ass when he wanted to, and he wanted to.

Ryan shook his head, "Nah. I changed my mind, I'm not gonna tell you," He grin innocently at her, as if he was egging her on.

iT WAS
MEANT TO.

[Hannah Bennet]

"WHAT! You have got to be kidding me, you are going to tell me. LOOK WHAT YOU'VE DONE! Now you made me talk! Good job!" Hannah exclaimed bitterly, probably scaring the daylights out of Ryan. "B-but..you are going to tell me right?" She asked innocently, her eyes sparkling, hoping he would.

She decided to leave the crepes, he deserved his cold for what he had done. Sweet revenge.

"If you don't tell me, I will lock you in my closet, minus the special treatment I would normally give you." She threatened with a cold glare.

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[Ryan Parker.]

WE DO
iT iN
THE DARK;;

Ryan jumped a little bit, his eyes slightly wide. He didn't think a girl that tiny could yell that loud. He tilted his head, biting his lip slightly, finally realizing she had really pretty eyes. "I doubt it," He said with a shrug, running a hand through his hair.

"Your little plan would have worked out if I didn't want to be locked in your closet," He smiled mysteriously at her, "I might actually want to be locked in your closet," He shrugged, "And you have to feed me! I'm, like, 10 pounds. One missed meal I'm dead!"

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WiTH SMiLES
ON OUR FACES.

[Hannah Bennet]

"Whatever, let's eat." Hannah said rolling her eyes at him. She walked over to the kitchen, to the microwave. Opening it with a push of a button she looked at it happily. One looked delicious and the other looked retarded.

"You get the gay one. It oddly resembles you." She said with a snicker passing a plate over to him with the crepe on it. Yummy nutella was oozing from the sides of the crepe, it looked really yummy to Hannah.

She grabbed her plate from the micro wave and walked over to the kitchen table where she sat down, looking at the crepe with wide hungry eyes.

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[Ryan Parker.]

iT STARTS:
EYES CLOSED,
FINGERS CROSSED;;

Ryan frowned, eyeing the retarded, gay looking crepe. "That, uh, really makes me feel great," He pouted, looking up at her now, "Thanks alot,"

He gave a shrug, picking at the crepe like a little kid would with his spinich or brocolli. "When are your parents gonna be home anyways?" Ryan asked, looking up at her again.

TO i SWEAR,
i SAY.