QUICK FIX * [ivan]

[DANE VIVIAN DARLING]

Before University, Dane had never really been a coffee drinker whatsoever. Everybody knew that it stained your teeth and, in no way at all, did she want her teeth to be a murky brown color. More than that, though, there had never been any need for that much caffeine in her life. She rarely found herself overwhelmed with homework or any of her classes. She actually enjoyed working on all her projects regardless of their topics and content. Her weekend activities never required a cat nap before hand or any kind of energy drink, and yet she was barely into her first semester into University and Dane's body was screaming at her to put some coffee into it's system.

She would visit her dentist later, but right now, Dane stepped back from the coffee cart with her textbook flat against her chest as she hugged it tightly with both arms as if it was a stuffed animal of some kind, and bounced back on her ankles, standing pin straight as she read over the small menu attached to the cart. There was no choice, but to give into the craving. This must have been what it's like to be someone trying to give up smoking, she assumed, knowing that you shouldn't, that you don't need to, but as much as you resist the urge is so much stronger than your will power.

However, stronger than both her urge and will power was Dane's confusion. As a first time coffee drinker, she was overwhelmed by the menu in front of her. Who knew there were so many different ways to caffeinate yourself? Dane didn't and through out high school she was teased for being a 'virgin know-it-all'.

“Oh, you can go ahead of me.” She shuffled her petite self away from a group of girls with coffee thermos in hand who were chomping at the bit for their poison of choice. They appeared to be professional coffee drinkers and Dane tried to discreetly listen in to hear what they were ordering, obviously they would know what was best, but they spoke far too quickly for her. She didn't even drive that fast down the freeway.

Backing up, Dane licked her lips and wondered out loud, “What on Earth is in a salted caramel mocha?” Her Southern belle accent chimed quietly as she frowned at the sign, her forehead wrinkling up like a pug dog's for a moment.

"talking looks like this. k ??"

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i stand at ten feet tall but its only 406. sometimes i feel like a goddess while wearing this pretty little outfit. of course i need to talk to Ivan. this picture of perfection is totally incomplete. in the end i just say this hello!. don't forget we made this REAL SLIM SHADY !? @ caution 2.0

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[IVAN GABRIEL SUAREZ]

WE'LL ALL LOSE IN THE END

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There was no way he should have been up this early in the morning. It was ten o clock in the morning! It wasn't a school day or anything, which meant that it was probably best spent by sleeping into him. Stupid him, he decided to wake up before even eleven. So now he was a little sleepy eyed and zoning out whenever anyone tried to talk to him. He started feeling a little bad when it was a good friend telling about what awful thing someone did to her last night, and he replied with a retarded 'huh'. She about died and he freaked out. It was a clear sign that for one, he was not a morning person. Second of all, he really needed to fix it. If that was going to be the start of a day, it wasn't going to stop.

So he asked what he should do, and someone said coffee. He started to laugh, but thought perhaps it was a better idea then trying to tough it out. It wasn't like it was going to hurt him with all the other shit that he did on top of it. The drugs, the alcohol, and the smoking. Might as well do something that was actually legal if you were under eighteen. Drugs wern't even legal at his own age. With a simple shrug, he left his crying friend, told her he'd get back, and then left with a swift move. Unfortunately, he was pretty good at that. He honestly didn't mean to be, but it ended up that way.

He searched his pocket for some cigarettes out of habit, but discovered that he forgot them in his dorm. Another reason he probably shouldn't have gotten up so early. He read somewhere that an urge for a cigarette only lasted for five minutes. The five minutes however were fucking torture. Everything he wanted to rip the head off of, and his fuse was incredibly short. Any bump in the hallway may set him off. Fuck. His fingers shook a little bit, but he focused on trying to find the coffee cart in the very first place. Of course, it wouldn't be in his right mind to actually ask where it was. It wasn't his socialness. He just wanted the satisfaction of trying to find it himself. With an ego that big, it was a belief he could do anything.

He did find it. Only because there was a sign, but god damn it, he found it. He pulled his hat to the side, as it was starting to slide off the way he wanted it. It was almost his symbol to where his hat. Usually if someone found him without, something was wrong. Unless there was a drunk girl hanging off of him, but that was a completely different situation. He put his hands in his pockets, smiling at a group of girls waiting for the coffee to be done. Just as he was about to go over to talk to them, he found someone else. It someone he grew quite close to at one point in his life. She was exactally his type. The beautiful girls that seemed to be running out so much of lately.

Then they started to talk and he found her more as a sister. Also, it took too long for him to try to go out with her, so then the feelings started to dissolve over time. It happened with just about every girl except the one he actually moved away from. Again, a different situation. Creeping as slow as he could, he walked up behind her and then put his hands over her eyes. It was a move that he did quite often, espeicially to people like Dane. Dane was like his hot little sister that he had to make sure no other guy was there to ruin her innocence. She had to be the only high school girl who hadn't done something in their past to carry on some sort of crazy drama slutness. Ivan would know about that. He remained silent, trying to at least make her guess.

BANG BANG SHOOT EM UP YEAH

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[DANE VIVIAN DARLING]

Playing with the leather straps of her backpack over her shoulders, massaging them really, Dane mulled over the small option menu a moment longer. She could play it safe like she did with every other choice in her life and go for simple black coffee. The majority of the people in the world couldn't live without it. Who was Dane to disagree with half of Earth's population? However, she always spotted prestigious beautiful girls wandering around the halls sipping on drinks with ambiguous names and countless flavor shots that sounded really delicious.

Leave it to Dane to turn a simple decision over what to drink between classes into a life-changing mind-boggling choice. The pressure was on.

Well, until a high-pitched gasp escaped from her lips and two hands clasped over her oversized blue eyes. Smiling to herself, she awaited a voice to accompany the hands, ask her to guess, playfully joke with her for a little, but instead, there was nothing, but silence. Deadly silence. She went through her list of close friends, narrowing it down to who this could be. Her first inkling was that it would be Ivan, a guy that a lot of people couldn't actually believe she was friends with considering how different the two of them were. A lot of people assumed he was just trying to weasel his way under her skirt, but Dane assured them they were strictly platonic and that Ivan was very good to her. However, if these hands did belong to Ivan, she was shocked that he was up so early. Ten o'clock was normal by her standards, but she didn't think Ivan even knew what the world looked like at this time of day.

“Let me think,” The Southern belle tossed her head gently back and forth while she giggled. Dane tapped the pad of her index finger to her lips and behaved as if she was considering options still. “Fingers that smell like nicotine, cold hands, and morning breath,” She couldn't actually smell the person's breath, but since Dane figured Ivan was the owner of the two hands covering her eyes, she thought she could tease him a little bit. “Robert Downey Jr, what are you doing at my school?” Giggling at her own bad joke, Dane bit on her bottom lip sheepishly.

It was a toss-up, over who she'd be more excited to see, her friend Ivan or sexy film actor Robert Downey Jr. She would take either, actually, and they both probably knew a thing or two about ordering coffee.

"talking looks like this. k ??"

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i stand at ten feet tall but its only 427. sometimes i feel like a goddess while wearing this pretty little outfit. of course i need to talk to Ivan. this picture of perfection is totally incomplete. in the end i just say this hello!. don't forget we made this REAL SLIM SHADY !? @ caution 2.0

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[IVAN GABRIEL SUAREZ]

WE'LL ALL LOSE IN THE END

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She gasped when he surprsied her, but he didn't move a muscle. As she was trying to move, he kept the hands on her until she said something. He couldn't tell if she was just trying to make a dramatic effect or if she really was trying to be free. Either way, he was just grinning to himself behind her. Though he still didn't feel the same way about her as he did when he first looked like at her, he still did admit, she was still pretty cute. He was always the one making sure that the guys around her didn't give her the looks that he gave her. She didn't need to loose any innocence to these faggots at the school. There was only a couple that he would actually trust her with. It was the ones that stood in the corner and read comic books all day. Not that he would judge.

It wasn't really a surprise that his hands smelled like nicotine. Not most people said that. Instead, they said smoke or marajana, but it was the same difference. Only she would actually use technocol terms. It made him chuckle a little bit, shaking his shoulders only slightly with a smile on his face. Cold hands and morning breath he was surprised about. He breathed out and sniffed the air, arching back. Holy fuck, his breath did smell really bad. This wasn't a good sign. Time to get some coffee to cover it up then go back to his dorm and brush his teeth for fifteen minutes. This was bad. He hated it when he had to deal with it, so now that he had it, he wanted to make sure he was perfect.

He struck back his hands and perched his eyebrow, looking around to face her, "Your comparing me to that white cracker? I'm insulted!" He told her, using a little white racial slang. Though he made fun of Spanish people all the time. It was just all around cracks and jokes, one of them being toward himself. It was just very natural. Also, he barely knew of Robert Downey Jr. He played in the Iron Man or something. Or was the Iron Man. Whichever he was, he was an old guy. It was like comparing god to this random tree in the middle of the park. Yeah, Ivan was a little cocky, but the majority of the time, he tended to keep it to himself. "And since when did you drink coffee?"

As he said it out loud, he did realize that he actually hadn't seen her around this place before. As he said so, he walked up to the counter, urging her to come along. He did come here for a coffee and wanted to get rid of that breath. "So whats your pretty face been up to?" He asked, starting the conversation like he normally did, walking to the counter. Oh, the girl was working. Perfect. Always got discounts. He flashed a smile at her, leaning on the counter, leaning his hat titled upward to see like he was really looking at her. She asked if it was the usual, and he nodded. She made it up really quick, which was white chocolate carmel coffee. He gave her what was in his pocket, which happened to be ten dollars, and she went to pay him back. Eh, this time make him look generous. Once he told her to keep the change, he looked back over at Dane. Very typical. He would pay for her coffee, considering he gave the chick a ten. "And for blue eyes..." He indicated to Dane, giving a nod to tell the girl working what she wanted. It was on him.

BANG BANG SHOOT EM UP YEAH

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[DANE VIVIAN DARLING]

“I find Robert Downey Jr very attractive, I'll have you know.” Mindfully, she mentioned with a tiny little dip of her chin to signal something of a nod. She wasn't sure if it was cause for concern, but Dane always had been infatuated with 'the bad boy', and if Robert Downey Jr didn't have that genre covered, who did? Dane was a terrible victim to the habit of always wanting to save people, put them on the straight in narrow, or quite simple: love the unlovable. It caused her mother incredible migraines, so Dane tried her best to bite her tongue on the subject.

“It was recommended to me that I start drinking it being in University in all,” After Ivan asked, Dane straightened out and turned to face the menu board for the umpteenth time. “I need to stay awake, too, crazy studying tonight. What about you?” She meant about the studying and not the coffee-drinking. Often, she found herself worrying about Ivan. He didn't seem focused and she knew he had a taste for mischief. He was such a good guy, at least to her, and she wanted to see him succeed so badly.

She stepped closer to him as he neared the coffee cart, grabbing his own spot in the tiny line. It took her all of two seconds to have his question answered in her mind, “This face,” She rolled her big blue deer in the headlight eyes at him with a flattered and appreciative smile. “hasn't been out of the books in forever. Seriously, I'm starting to understand why girls drop out and find corners to work on.” It was an incredibly weird comment for Dane to say, since she was all about school and excelling, but these days, it was taking it's tole on her. She was stretching herself yards too far and she felt that her body was only seconds away from snapping in two. “How have you been?” That was more important to her anyway.

Dane pulled at the leather straps of her bag again nd rocked back and forth on her knees, rubbing her lips together, and listening to Ivan as he placed his order. He was being extra-friendly to the attractive girl behind the cart, the barista, and Dane would have laughed out loud if she wasn't too busy rolling her eyes at her friend. No matter how tired Ivan was, he could always flirt. It was like a gift bestowed on him that he was Hell-bent on fully using.

“Oh, um...” She hadn't been anticipating him asking her. “I'll have what you're having.” Even if his drink did sound awfully complicated. “Thanks.” Once the barista was off preparing their order, she smiled brightly at Ivan. “You didn't have to do that, that's very sweet of you.”

"talking looks like this. k ??"

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i stand at ten feet tall but its only 477. sometimes i feel like a goddess while wearing this pretty little outfit. of course i need to talk to Ivan. this picture of perfection is totally incomplete. in the end i just say this hello!. don't forget we made this REAL SLIM SHADY !? @ caution 2.0

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[IVAN GABRIEL SUAREZ]

WE'LL ALL LOSE IN THE END

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He didn't understand what her persepective was on Robert being good looking. It wasn't the perspective of Ivan being a guy. No, he knew a good looking man when he saw one. In fact, every morning he would look in the mirror and think of that sexy beast staring back at him. So he would know when a guy was 'attractive' (when drunk they even increased) but Robert Downey Jr. was not one of the ones on the list. He made a face when she said that, shaking his head like something bad had just entered his mouth. With a half teasing and half serious act, he stuck out his tounge and asked, "Attractive? Since when? Perhaps the 1930s!" He exclaimed. He might have not been that old, but Ivan tended to stretch the truth anyway.

Her little comment, when she said drinking, though he asked her about coffee, he comprehended it as drinking alcohol. He drank almost all the time, so of course his mind would automatically switch to that. He started to laugh, "Yeah, thats some good advice. I mean, I was already drinking before college, but classes want me reaching for vodka too." It was something very immature of him, but Ivan never called himself mature. In fact, if anything, he was still the stupid high school experimenting with all kinds of things. At least now some of the things he was taking was legal past both ages of eighteen and twenty-one. The hardest year for him to sneak around was twenty. The age where you were so close. Less then a year, but not enough to legally get wasted. The stress of that made him drink more. It was a vicious cycle.

At her coffee contiuning, he half smiled. Yeah, coffee kept you awake while the power of vodka or whatever he decided didn't keep someone up. If anything, it knocked them out ahead of time, so he figured the drinking jokes had better at least decreased. For a moment, he forgot why he drank the stuff, but then remembered. It was one of the best cures for a hangover. The absolute best was gatorade hands down, but coffee did at least keep you awake instead of in pain. He wasn't experiencing one but it was a nice habit to get into to. "Well I'm up pretty early. Got hooked onto coffee once I figured out it wasn't too bad for a hangover." He explained with ease. "Study I guess is a good reason too." He teased.

It wasn't that Ivan didn't care about his grades. It was just that he figured there was something better he would be doing. As long as he passed, there was really nothing too important. The only difference between an A and a B was really teacher favorites in his opinion. If one really thought about it, who was the one who was the final verdict? Not everything required keys. If keys, in college it was usually the key they, themselves, created. So Ivan really brushed it to the side. But he did admire girls like Dane who were smart enough to try to make the work for it. Just something he didn't think he shouldn't have looked down on. At her prostitution joke, he laughed, "Hey, as much as you laugh, they make a shit load of money! Sexy thing like you would cost even more."

Ivan wasn't going to lie. He wanted to hire one once. He was shitwrecked and just wanted to just for the sake of saying he had hired one once. But when the money amount came out of her mouth, he had a heartattack. He was doing pretty well on money, but he was no billionare. Besides, he could easily get laid for free, so it didn't make any sense. Unless he could strike a deal. Like do it twice. One for his payment and her payment, because Ivan thought he was just that good. Her question made him try to focus on that instead of his hooker thoughts. He made a simple shrug, "Fine." When questions came his way, he really didn't have a lot to say except that. Stories would come when the night came. The first day in his small town, he basically said his whole life story to the art class.

Ivan nodded at the girl behind the counter, who gave a wearing glance at Dane, but the smile Ivan was giving seemed to satisfy her. At Dane's comment, he gave another shrug. It wasn't a big deal. Even when he was poorer then shit, he still found that it was polite to buy girls desserts or drinks. It was also another way to get good points from them, but he figured that Dane was long gone. "I know." After a while, he collected his coffee, giving it to Dane, considering it was the same thing. It was delcious. The sweetness at the taste of his lips. He wasn't actually a big fan of chocolate, but white chocolate with carmel, it was like an organism in the mouth. "Taste heaven doll"

BANG BANG SHOOT EM UP YEAH

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