YOU'RE WORTH NOTHING--KARLIE

[TRAVIS SHANNON CALLAGHAN]

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IN YOUR HEAD, IN YOUR HEAD
T H E Y A R E F I G H T I N G



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Travis felt the same tug on his sheets as he did almost every morning. He opened one eye and stared his bullterrier in the face. Travis let out a loud sigh and rolled on his back. Looking over, there was a mop of blond hair next to him. He looked over and the woman next to him was still sleeping soundly. He couldn’t really remember what happened, but her lack of clothing made it obvious. He really just wanted her to leave. He hated it when they lingered around and came back to him. He was more of a onetime use type of guy, but sometimes, he’d go back to certain women, but it wasn’t very likely that he’d do so unless you were phenomenal. Then again, sometimes, it came to the point where he couldn’t remember if he had been with a person more than once before. It was just the way he was. Thurston was still tugging at the covers, and well, her couldn’t help but groan. He hated mornings, because every morning, his head was pounding. Travis began to smell the coffee that he set for every morning. It was his one and only semi- antidote. The smell wafted into his room, and his eyes couldn’t close to let him sleep anymore. He shook the blonde awake “time to get up” he said as he threw the sheets off of them. The room was a bit chilly but maybe it was because his heat was never really running, it was just another bill to pay.

He lifted his boxers from the ground and slid them on, walking into the kitchen, he opened the black refrigerator and pulled out some milk. He took a mug from the cabinet and filled it with the dark brown liquid which woke him up ever so nicely every morning. He stretched his arms up and let out a beastly yawn, which, was quite normal. Pouring the milk into the cup the dark coffee turned into a lighter brown color. He rubbed his eyes slightly, and turned to go back into his bedroom. The coffee colored curtains kept the light out, which kept the blond girl sleeping which was starting to irritate Travis. He pulled the curtains away and the young woman began to turn in his bed. “Ok, time to get up.” The blond smiled and Travis couldn’t help but give one of his famous, yet fake smiles. ”I have to go to work” he said as he took a pair of pants out from his closet along with a tee shirt from his sponsored days. The days where he was actually happy and worth at least a small bit of something. Now his days, they were spent in a clothing shop in the joint. Which, to him was a complete downfall. He walked over to the door and put on a matching pair of sneakers, grabbed his wallet and cell phone and opened the door ”When you leave, make sure you lock the door. And do you mind feeding Thurston? Thanks.” he said to the blond who was putting on her clothes. This was quite routine for him, and well, he couldn’t really help but laugh at himself. He always ended up doing this all the time, and he was somewhat amazed that no one had spread the word about how shitty of a man he was.

Travis went down to his garage and grabbed his BMX bike. The joint wasn’t that far away, so he rode his bike to work every morning. He loved the feeling of his bike. He loved handling it and doing minor tricks on it. He finally reached work, and well, no one was really there except for other managers of their stores. He walked upto Zumies, his store, and took out his keys and unlocked the gate, pulling it up half way, he slid underneath. Doing the regular cashier count and such, he turned on the lights to the store. He went to the back of the store to make himself another coffee seeing as the one that he drank at home, didn’t do much for him. He walked back out to the floor and raised the gate all the way, sitting on the cashier counters with his coffee in hand waiting for someone to come into his store, at least to entertain him. A good looking woman wouldn’t be that bad either.

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( WORDS 740 ) ( TAGS VINCE/KARLIE ) ( OUTFIT N/A ) ( LYRICS "ZOMBIE" BY THE CRANBERRIES ) ( CREDIT THIS TEMPLATE WAS MADE BY ZEE (A.K.A. FLUNK IS A FOUR LETTER WORD OF CAUTION 2.0). STEAL, AND YOU WILL WAKE UP INSIDE A SNOWMAN ON THE NORTH FLIPPIN' POLE. )

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[KARLIE LOVE MASON]

Karlie got through her morning ritual like every other day. Despite the fact that she'd pulled an all nighter last night, she'd gotten out of bed at exactly 5am to start her day -- or maybe 5:20. She didn't need an alarm, her body clock had been set way back when she was little. But just in case, she set her alarm at around 5:30 in case she forgot to wake up, which was quite rare, her morning records were almost clean. She opened her eyes to the digits of the alarm glaring red at her for being so rarely used. If other people's clocks glared at them for waking up late, Kaye glared at her for waking too early. The clock read 5am and she closed her eyes to catch a few more winks, it was Saturday anyways. Maybe cheating abit by not waking up as planned wouldn't hurt. At around 5:15, she flung the blanket from her body and the morning cold finally found a way to wrap her body with itself, Karlie nearly froze to death. Instead, she hummed her morning music and did her yoga on bed, something she recently acquired that helped sooth her cramped muscles from last night. Now really awake, she made her bed and took a shower, checking her planner for what she was supposed to do today before entering the bathroom.

She had only two things up for today, getting her sports equipments and finding a job, the latter a week long plan so that she had enough time to decide which one would perfectly fit into her already too tight schedule, not that she'd have any trouble of finding any. Her previous jobs had excellent letter of recommendations for her that would surely get her any job she wanted. What can I say, this girl got everything she wanted if of course, she worked for it. She wasn't some rich kid who could get everything by a little slide of a card, she had to work and she worked hard. Lucky her roomate wasn't around to hear her singing out of tone inside the bathroom. She was a failed singer but she compensated with the number of instruments she could play.

After a rather ear-splitting shower, she picked her clothes for the day and headed out to a nearby coffee shop to get her usual coffee. Milk and sugar with the cherry on top. She picked one of the more private seatings and ordered a newspaper with her coffee, the mall wasn't opening in an hour. Passing by the regular people, she greeted each one a good morning and joined casual talks whenever someone approached her table and asked if they could sit with her. She didn't send anyone away of course and she was filled in on the latest gossips around campus and the news around the city. No place like the little coffee shop to get more information from than the television. She bid everyone farewell when she was done with her coffee and paper and headed to the bustop to catch a bus to the The Joint.

She already knew what store she was gonna get her equipments from and the local branch of Zumies was the perfect place. Giving the bus driver a warm goodbye before she got out, she breathed in the city breeze and excitement bubbled in her skin, who didn't love shopping? Whatever it was she was gonna buy, she was still shopping. The mall had only a few people in it since it was still early but almost all the shops were open and operating. She bought herself two waffles and chew into it slowly for it was still too hot but felt good in her stomach. She'd gotten honey coated hotdogs for the fillings.

Reaching the store, she threw the first pack away and saved the other one for later cause she wasn't sure if they were allowed to eat inside the store premises. Karlie gave the only person inside a smile that reached her eyes and headed to the bicycle department, browsing through the different pads and helmets. She had biking, running and swimming in mind.

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TAGGING travis* !
WORDS 696* !
NOTES i tried. haha* !
LYRICS BAD REPUTATION BY JOAN JETT !
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