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shaelyn evans. (_lynnie) wrote, @ 2009-07-02 23:21:00

Who: Lynnie and Tyler
What: Defcon-1. Or, in layman's terms: World War III
When: Thursday night
Where: Shaelyn's apartment/condo
Rating?: Eh. R, mostly, a bit NSFW the last couple of posts.


Furious didn't even come close to cutting it for Shaelyn at that exact moment. There really wasn't currently a word available to describe how mutinously pissed off she was at her boyfriend. How she'd gotten so ticked off so incredibly fast was beyond her, but she knew it had something to do with his insistence on getting married. Married! As if she could even handle taking care of a pet with him, much less 'til death do us part.' The fact was, Lynnie hated Catholic standards. She hated the idea of marriage, despite the fact that she hadn't been lying to him when she'd said that it held a higher meaning. It did. Even in her occasionally warped mind, marriage was a big deal. It was the exact reason she hated it so damn much.

So as she was packing for her trip to Seattle, a trip which she didn't have to make, but was now damn well going to make it just to fuck with Tyler and his asinine attitude, she was fuming. Metallica was blaring on her custom-made CD player, one of her few material possessions that had cost her a fortune. The CD player, not the album. But needless to say, there was just something about 'King Nothing,' that got her blood pumping. She was dying for an all out brawl, but it had been a long time since she'd gone trolling for fights or drugs, so she was restraining herself from that particular urge. Of all the nerve, she thought as she threw one of her stuffed animals into the wall. It landed with a soft thud, and she wanted to pick it up and just rip it apart. And imagine Tyler's face as she did it.

Lynnie was so frustrated and angry that she almost didn't hear the knock at the door. But she'd stepped out of her room long enough to hear the pounding, and for a moment, she hoped it was Tyler so she could throw the first punch. "One fucking minute," she called out before heading back towards her room to shut the door. It muffled the angry music enough and gave her enough time to try and cool her jets, as it were. "Jesus fucking Christ and a half," was the last thing she muttered before walking towards the entrance to her apartment.