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Apr. 9th, 2005 @ 06:45 pm
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IITC co-writers, we've obviously written ourselves into a corner. I keep trying to think of a way to update but I got nothing. So how would y'all feel about scrapping the updates right before the hospital stuff and just going in a different direction?
Lemme know.
We need to bring back Johnny and Robby! I miss them! Current Mood:  be inspired by the pic |
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Title: "Wake Up Older" set to the song of the same title by Julie Roberts.
Author: QueenIckle (gsueagle@livejournal.com)
Disclaimer: DISCLAIMER: fic·tion (fk-shn)
n.
An imaginative creation or a pretense that does not represent actuality but has been invented.
The act of inventing such a creation or pretense.
A lie.
A literary work whose content is produced by the imagination and is not necessarily based on fact.
The category of literature comprising works of this kind, including novels and short stories.
I do not know/own any drivers, crew chiefs, sponsors, et al. If I did, you can bet that I wouldn't be spending time in front of my computer.
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Slept in my makeup
Didn't get my teeth brushed
I crashed on the couch
And now my mouth tastes like yesterday's news
Well hello Jim Beam
Oh the places you've seen
If only you could talk
You'd tell me why he walked out on me and you
My eyes flutter open and I fight back the urge to throw up. My head is pounding and my throat’s dry. I briefly wonder how I managed to make it to my bed last night, I usually pass out on the couch.
Waking up like this has become almost routine since the night that he left, taking my heart with him.
I roll my head on the pillow and look at my bedside table, not a bit surprised at the empty bottle of Jim Beam sitting there, seeming to sympathize with me. I can’t help but think of the irony of the situation. I was with him before he got the Jim Beam sponsorship. But Jim’s the one who is with Robby now.
A movement next to me in the bed causes my eyes to widen in surprise. I turn my head and find a stranger laying in a tangle of sheets.
Oh the things lovers do when it's over
Oh the things lovers do when it's done
Find a cool bottle or a warm shoulder
Wake up older
And try to move on
What the hell did I do last night? My mind swims with thoughts as I try to recall the previous night’s events.
I drove around last night
Thinkin' 'bout our last fight
I cruised by your house
And all the lights were out and you were gone
My hands seemed to take on a mind of their own as they turned the steering wheel, pulling onto his street. I promised myself I wouldn’t do this again. But a part of me has to know if he’s there, if he’s as alone as I am.
Tears burn my eyes when I realize his car isn’t parked in the driveway. Not wanting to return to my empty house, I head for the nearest bar.
“What can I get ya?” the bartender asks as I take a seat at the worn, wooden bar.
“A shot of Beam.” The reply is automatic. I don’t think I could order a different drink. Robby’s trained me to support his sponsors, support him.
So I found me a stranger
With his comforting danger
But I thought about you
The whole time we were gettin' it on
I barely glance at the young man who sits beside me. I see enough to know that he’s the exact opposite of Robby- blond, curly hair; blue eyes; a tall, slim body.
He’s staring at me and I turn my head.
“Want something?”
His eyes rake up and down my body and he flashes a smile.
“I wouldn’t mind having you.”
The thought of going home alone is unbearable and I know that I won’t be strong enough to turn him down.
We sit at the bar for another half hour, going through the motions. He follows me to my house and his lips are on mine as soon as the front door closes. But it’s not his lips I feel, it’s yours. It’s not his hands burning my skin, it’s your hands. And when I find my release, I have to bite my tongue to keep from calling your name.
Oh the things lovers do when it's over
Oh the things lovers do when it's done
Find a cool bottle or a warm shoulder
Wake up older
And try to move on
Find a cool bottle or a warm shoulder
Wake up older
Wake up older
Slept in my makeup
Didn't get my teeth brushed
I crashed on the couch and now my mouth tastes like
Yesterday's news
God, I am so lost without you. |
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Feb. 10th, 2005 @ 09:38 pm
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Hey just a reminder to those who signed up for my group...don't forget to make your picks before the 500. And anyone else who wants to join feel free... Just sign up for a Yahoo team then join my group....Checkered Flag Connection.... ID# 14212 Password nascar Let me know if you need help or it doesn't work. http://racing.fantasysports.yahoo.com/auto_________________ |
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Here's a little something I wrote last night. Hope y'all enjoy!
DISCLAIMER: fic·tion (fk-shn)
n.
An imaginative creation or a pretense that does not represent actuality but has been invented.
The act of inventing such a creation or pretense.
A lie.
A literary work whose content is produced by the imagination and is not necessarily based on fact.
The category of literature comprising works of this kind, including novels and short stories.
I do not know/own any drivers, crew chiefs, sponsors, et al. If I did, you can bet that I wouldn't be spending time in front of my computer.
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I’m just a little rundown.
A little bit tired.
There’s so much going on right now and I just don’t have the energy for it.
The night is quiet but for the soft country music playing on the stereo.
Holding you, holds me together.
I smile as the words hit me, their simple truth warming my heart.
Holding him does hold me together. But having him hold me is healing.
A sigh escapes my lips as I think about the past month, think about why I need to be healed. My world has been flipped over, things changing so fast that I can’t keep up. The thoughts in my head start to speed up, spinning faster and faster. I feel the tension in my neck begin to build and then…
He shifts and pulls me closer, my back becomes flush with his chest.
His breath is a bare whisper against my cheek. I feel the heat of his skin drift through my nightshirt, warming me in so many ways.
I’m so lucky that I found him. I really am. He has had a calming influence on me, ironic considering he races cars for a living. He’s reminded me on more than one occasion to enjoy life, not simply go through the motions of living. This is a lesson he learned at a dear price.
I send up a silent prayer for those angels, and the ones they left behind.
It was in the somber weeks following the tragedy that we met.
I was driving home from work late one night. It was pouring down rain. And my front tire blew. I sat in the car, my hands gripping the steering wheel, knuckles white. When I got out and started cursing, slamming things around in my trunk, it wasn’t just the car I was taking my frustrations out on- it was the world.
When he pulled up behind me, I was still yelling at my car, the weather, the long day and even longer night.
He soothed me. He was like a cough drop on a sore throat. But that makes me laugh. Cough drops remind me of my grandmother and he definitely isn’t my grandmother. Not with those stormy blue eyes and chiseled jaw. And those strong hands…
Where was I? Oh, yes. My tire.
He changed it for me, not seeming to care about the mud that splattered his designer jeans.
I made a joke about expecting to see his pit crew pop out of the trunk.
He laughed and replied that that feature was only on his Monte Carlo.
I thanked him profusely.
He asked me out to dinner.
I hesitated. How many women have been shown at his side this season? But then again, I’ve been watching him, cheering for him, for the last 10 years. How could I say no?
We dropped my car off at my house and headed to an all-night diner. We talked and laughed for hours.
One dinner became 2, then 3. And now, 6 months later, we still have late night talks. |
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Jan. 17th, 2005 @ 10:40 am
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For the second year in a row I created a fantasy racing group on Yahoo that I want everyone to join. The name of the team is nascar05---how to join--- 1. To join you must first have a yahoo ID 2. Then go to this link [ here] 3. accept the terms of service 4. make your own team name (mine for instance is Debbie1660) and fill out the rest of the information 5. After you have done all that go to this link [ here] The group ID # is: 7889and the password is: biffleYou should be set to go, any questions feel free to leave a comment. I hope to see you all there this year! |
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No, we haven't all dropped off the face of the earth. For those of you wondering what the hell happened to IITC, well, I've been dealing with a busy semester, as has  melissadee45. jmdubya has been busy with work and other stuff. plucky1_08, you'll have to ask her where she's been.
As for IITC, I have an idea where to take the story next and I'll be working on it soon. Right now, however, I'm going through finals week. I promise that as soon as I'm home for the holidays, I'll begin working on a new update.
I hope everyone's having a great December! :)
Dec. 8th, 2004 @ 08:54 pm
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I'm cross-posting like crazy because I think there are people out there who are interested in this community. I just have to go find them.
If you don't like Junior, you can join my new community  juniorsucks. Come on! It'll be fun!
Oct. 31st, 2004 @ 01:26 am
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Ok so I have to get back into this story but hopefully this is a good place to start.
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She stretched her arms above her head and reached for the rose. She smiled as she pulled the rose to her nose and smelled. "Mmmm." She was about to crawl out of bed when she heard Robby. "Don't even think of getting up." He came through the door in nothing but a pair of jeans, carrying a tray full of food. "Morning." He smiled as he put the tray next to the bed and sat on the edge next to her.
"Morning, what is all this?" She looked at the food but was answered by him pulling her to his chest and kissing her deeply. After he finally pulled away she sat back trying to catch her breath. "You know a girl could get use to being spoiled like this."
"Everyday if you give me the chance." He pulled the tray onto the bed then started to slide under the covers with her.
She grabbed the blanket. "Why don't you lose them first?" She said pointing to his jeans with a mischievous grin.
He couldn't help but smile as he stood and stripped the jeans off his body. "May I?" He motioned to the bed and the bacon she had already gotten into.
Her eyes traveled his naked body slowly. "By all means." She looked at the assortment of food he had prepared. Pancakes, bacon, sausage, toast, eggs, juice, and coffee lay before them. "This a normal breakfast for you?" She asked as they dug into the buffet.
"Close, I mean I am a growing boy."
"There is only one thing on you growing." She laughed as she disappeared under the covers.
Robby gasped and pushed the dishes out of the way as he felt her mouth surround him. "Good God Annie." The rest of the afternoon was spent together with no interruptions from the world. They had pulled the cars into the garage, locked the door, turned off the phones and just gave in to each other in bed, the kitchen, the lake, anywhere they could make up for all the time they had wasted.
Early in the evening there was a knock on the door. "Fuck. Maybe if I ignore it they will go away."
"Go ahead and get it, I'm going to run to the bathroom anyway. Maybe while I'm in there I will run a hot bubble bath for two?"
"Give me a couple minutes and I will meet you there." He watched as she wandered down the hall before he turned to the door. He stared in disbelief as he opened it. "What the fuck are you doing here?"
Hearing Robby's voice raise she ran to the front bedroom to peak out the window. "Shit it's Johnny." She whispered to herself. "Keep it together Robby, don't let him know I'm alive, not yet."
Jul. 19th, 2004 @ 07:48 pm
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It's an update! Can you believe it?!? Me neither! LOL. 15 days later, here's a lil something for all you loyal readers. Sorry it's short. I can write more or someone else can.
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Annie bit back a giggle. "He thinks I'm dead?"
"Yeah. He was asleep on the porch this morning. When I woke him up, he started raving about how he didn't kill you. He begged me not to go to the police about it. Said it would ruin his career if it got out."
"He's doing that on his own with his driving," Robby smirked.
Annie's face lit up in a mischiveous smile. "Y'all wanna fuck with his head?"
"Of course."
The group sat in the kitchen, making plans for the following weekend. When they came up with a good plan to mess with Johnny, it was almost midnight.
Robby stood up from the table and tugged on Annie's hand "Take me home?"
"Yeah," she said as she stood up too. She walked to the other side of the table, hugging Mindy tightly.
"I'm glad you're home," Mindy told her.
"I'm glad I'm home too. Don't wait up."
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Annie glanced over at Robby while they were stopped at a traffic light. The light from an overhead street lamp illuminated half his face, the other half staying in shadow. It was...sexy, romantic. She couldn't believe he was sitting beside her after all they had been through. Robby turned, catching her eye.
Leaning across the seat, he brushed his lips against her cheek, sending shivers down her spine.
When they got to his house, Robby turned to look at Annie, "Can you stay awhile?"
Annie nodded and got out of the car. Robby walked around to the driver's side and grabbed her hand. Without saying another word, he led her to his backyard and to his dock. He sat down in a chair and pulled her onto his lap.
She sighed when he wrapped his arms around her, feeling safe in his embrace. He ran his fingers through her hair.
"I want to ask you something," he whispered, his lips brushing against her skin.
"Ask me anything," she said as she shifted slightly and looked him in the eye.
"How much Bud would a woodchuck chug if a woodchuck could chug Bud?"
Annie's laughter rang out across the still night air.
"You're silly," she told him as she kissed him.
"You're beautiful."
Annie laid her head on his shoulder.
"I wish tonight could last forever."
"I do too."
The couple became quiet as they listened to the night noises. Tree frogs and crickets played on like a soundtrack to the night.
They stayed like that, wrapped in their own existence, until the night turned chilly. When Robby felt Annie shiver, he stood up and carried her to the house, loving the feeling of her arms wrapped around his neck.
Jun. 25th, 2004 @ 03:42 pm
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Mindy stood in shock forgetting briefly all the drama of the past few days. "She, she never lets anyone drive that car. Is she ok?" Mindy suddenly panicked that Annie had not gotten out of the car right away.
"I'm fine." Annie stood shutting the door behind her and walking around to join Robby. "Come on, let's go in."
Mindy watched as Annie grabbed his hand and they walked into the house past her. She saw the grin on Robby's face and the twinkle coming back to Annie's. She followed them in and stood as they sank into the couch still tired from the drive and just life in general.
"Maybe I should go and let you two talk." Robby said starting to stand.
"No, please stay." Annie said tossing her legs over his and leaning on his shoulder. Mindy sat across from them wondering just what all went on at the beach. Annie looked at her. "I know we need to talk but let's face it there isn't anything he doesn't know." Robby's arms went around Annie and he pulled her close. Mindy was shocked at the closeness between them suddenly.
"Look, I know what I did was wrong but you have to know I would never hurt you on purpose. Hell everything I have done,"
Annie looked at her sister. "What?"
"Nothing." Mindy said suddenly getting quiet and looking away.
"No, what did you do?" Annie said pulling her legs off Robby's and sitting up. Robby had a feeling this was going to get ugly quick. "Mindy?"
"Look, I just wanted you two to see what I've seen since the first poker game."
"What did you do?"
"Oh God, ok, look, Jamie wasn't an accident, neither was the fight you and I got in over Johnny." She looked at Annie now. "I just, I just wanted you to be happy."
The realization that Mindy had purposely cheated on him hurt but he understood why she did it and as Robby looked at Annie he didn't care. She was the one he was meant to be with. Annie on the other hand was a little more pissed. "What? How the hell could you? So did you fuck Johnny on purpose too?"
"No! That was a mistake, a poor stupid decision on my part. I was drunk, he told me you were cheating on him. I shouldn't have ever taken that beer from him but, I can't even give you a reason why I did. I don't know." Her eyes welled with tears.
Robby could feel the tension returning to Annie's shoulders as he laid his hand's on them. "Annie." He knew she was pissed and felt used.
"I can't believe you."
"I only did it to help you."
"To help me, man with a sister like this who the hell needs enemies?"
"Ok, stop." Robby's grasp on her shoulders tightened causing her to look at him. "I'm the one she cheated on and the only reason you're pissed is cause she told you the truth about him and you didn't want to believe it. Do you honestly believe she would sleep with a guy who hit her own sister?" Annie looked down she knew he was right. "Now we have to end this now, cause we have to all be on the same side, we still have to deal with Johnny. This isn't over with him."
"Well, actually."
Robby and Annie looked at Mindy. "What now?" Annie said irritation in her voice.
"Johnny thinks you're dead."
Robby's eyes grew wide. "What? Why? How?"
Mindy looked down and Robby and Annie had to strain to hear her. "Cause I kind of let him believe she was."
Jun. 10th, 2004 @ 08:05 pm
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