Slipping Away (Max)

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The night was well on its way and the tempurature kept dropping. It was the middle of January so it barely got about freezing. Lights cast an eire glow to everything and left shadows that seemed to exsist with no maker. It hadnt snowed in a long time so the roof top was dry and a good place for someone to sneak away take a break. Here there was a chance to just slip into the dark abyss of nothingness. That place where you could just forget about all the bad things that happened and just be calm.

Taylor had not been in hell for long. Well this school that people called hell was what she ment, but hell was a place she knew for a very long time. People back home had even said she had sold herself to the devil. Was it true?

The slap of sneakers on pavement echoed through the air as she made her way up the stairs. She wasnt drunk yet but very soon she intended to be. She had every means of losing herself so she didnt have to think about what haunted her everyday. When she reached the top Taylor streached out her arm covered in long black fabric to grab the icy cold door handle and twist. With a strong push the door swong open and hit the wall making a loud bang. Someone was bound to hear that and all Taylor could do was hope it wasnt a teacher.

The cold wind was strong up on the roof top. It danced with her hair and made it follow wild and crazy patterns behind her. Slowly she walked forward toward the edge of the roof and leaned out to look down at the street. How easy would it be to slip?... She shook her head and turned around to walk toward some sort of raised wall part. She didnt know what it was but it was a good place sit up against. Taylor reached into her hand bag and pulled out a bottle of Vodka. Her friend that never failed her.

Unsrewing the top she took a long swig. Even though she was freezing the warm liqued burned as it went down. Her skin was icy but she was so oblivious to it. The fact that if she stayed up there any longer in what she was wear she would feezed didnt bother her. It was all simply because of the fact that her little friend she held in her hand. After taking another long swig she layed her head back against the concret. She hated it here so far. There was no one around for her to have fun with and even though she was so tough she needed her friends to.

Taylor had been up there for about an hour and the temp kept dropping. Still she sat there just drinking. Soon she was lost deep in thought about her past. All up until she heard the door swing open and hit the wall.

[maxwell ralph sheppard]

Maxwell was the resident womanizer, almost everyone knew that. It was kind of obvious when some one new walked into his room every night and left late in the hours. He was a alcoholic and loved his vodka, kept it in his room for most occasions.

Now that he had a roommate it wasn't as easy to drink in his room, at least not without having to share. And Max, he wasn't a sharer. Not unless of course it was a girl, and then he'd share. Maybe. Depending on what he got out of it. So this was the reason he was caring a water bottle(he wasn't stupid enough to carry the actual bottle), in his jacket pocket.

He didn't drink other's people alcohol either, it was one of his things. He rather know what he's drinking and need to buy more, then drink something that tastes like shit.

He tosses the door to the roof open and saw someone else up there. Now this could be an interesting evening,' he thought when he could tell it was a girl. And one he hadn't met yet. Which meant a new person, which meant more fun for him.

So he walked over and stood in front of her, "So why is a pretty girl up on the roof drinking alone?" He gave a slight tilt of his head and a smirk that he was most famous for. Yes, this was starting to be a good night.

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He was tall and handsom. On top of his head sat tossled dark brown hair that screamed model. His eyes were gorgous to, they were that greyish blue the same color Taylors were. Only diffrence was that Taylors changed all diffrent colors. He had a strong muscular build and just honestly look hot.

Taking a deep breath Taylor clears the haze of alcohol from her mind and focused on what he said. She was really drunk yet, it took a lot more to do that but she was a bit tipsy. Her haze was more self created then alcohol induced. This haze was the one she made when she didnt want to think about her past. About what that low down dirk scumm had done to her.....

His voice trailed over to her and she pondered the question. Why was she drinking alone? Alone sucked, it was no fun and held no excitement. Then she remembered why, she was new and had no friends. Well that just sucked she thought. Slowly she looked up into his eyes with her own piercing gaze. Well i wouldnt have been up here alone if it werent for the fact that i am new and dont know anyone or where the paries are.
Taylor held the gaze for a view secounds and then looked down and out across the roof. She had realized how cold it was but she didnt care. Again she looked up at him Well as long as your up here might as well sit. With that she patted the spot next to her and took another sip. So maybe this night wasnt a total bust, she had at least met someone now. And not just anyone but a hot guy how seemed to have the same problem she did guessing by the "water" bottle in his jacket pocket.

What type of "water" you got in that bottle? Taylor knew better then to just think he came up here to look at the view. She gave him a sly smile and raised her eyebrow being half playful but then again kinda curious so see what his choice of poison was.

[maxwell ralph sheppard]

Max didn't mind partying alone, but it was much funner when he had someone to flirt with. Or someone to persuade back to is room(or that was before, again, he got a roommate). This school sucked lately, how was he going to take someone to his room if he had an annoying roommate always in there annoying him.

He took out his 'water' bottle and opened it, inhaling the scent of the vodka he already felt better. His alcoholism had nothing to do with a rocky family. It just had to due with his father(a little) and how he didn't watch what he did and he kind of went to some parties. But whatever, it was all good to him.

"That explains it," he said with a shrug. He got it, she was new. Hell when he was new he was out starting trouble and doing whatever the hell he pleased, flirting with everyone he met. It was pretty damn fun actually. So he sat when she told him to sit, it was more comfortable.

He smiled at her and held it out to her, "Why not figure it out on your own?" He gave a smile and drank from the bottle. The way it felt going down his throat was a hard thing to tell other people about. It was just wonderful to him, the only thing he actually loved. He closed the cap and smiled, winking he held it out again.

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When he sat down next to her she could feel his shoulder and arm against hers. He was warm, she was cold. It made her want to get closer, not for the physical attraction she felt but more just because she was cold even though the liquid warmed her insides it wasnt enought. Resisting the urge to scoot closer she looked him in the eye. How long had it been since she had acually had a good friend, one that she trusted?

Taylor leaned her head back against the wall and sighed. When he started to speak again she raised her head to look out. She got the feeling he was trying to be flirty so he could get her to go back to his dorm. Well quite frankley that just wasnt going to happen. Taylor was as far from easy as it got. Sure she was a tease but that was diffrent. There was an excitement about getting a guy all rialed up and then letting him drop so fast and hard.

Still she could at least carry it on until she got to see what his choice of alcohol was. It took a lot of control not to roll her eyes at his wink. How cheesy was that she thought. Leaning in a little closer she smiled and grabed the bottle. Leaving her eyes on his she took a swig. Happily she was surprised, he was a vodka guy to. After her drink she handed the bottle back to him.

Then she got harsh. Look here buddy, i am not some easy little girl how is going to fall for you looks and let you take her back to your room. I dont go that way. So either leave right now or drop the act and have some fun just sharing a drink with a friend. Taylor raised her eyesbrows and looked at him. She half expected him to get up and go find some other girl for the night.
Dropping her smile she grabbed her own bottle and handed it over to him. She got a swig of his so it was only fair he got a swig of hers even though it was the same thing

[maxwell ralph sheppard]

Max quirked a brow when she looked at him, then he let his own eyes travel the length of her body. Hell what did you expect? He's a conceited jerk who does whatever he can to get what he wants. So of course he'd check out Taylor she was cute,way cute, and he was the type of guy to notice those things. Though he never really noticed other things, subtle clues that they weren't interested. He knew all girls were interested. Who didn't like his bad boy charm?

He never actually did flirty, he just talked and what happened happened. If they just happened to agree to come with him. All the more power to him. So yup here was Max being his nonflirty flirty self, and giving her his usual smirk. Though if she happened to say no, well he still wouldn't stop. It was all in the chase, that was the most entertaining part to him. Of course what comes after the chase is all fun too. But it would be nothing with out the chase

Ah, yes he was a vodka guy. He would drink anything if it was a last resort, but as long as he had some. He'd drink all the vodka he could.Taking his bottle back he took a swig and leaned his own head against the wall. So this had started to get a little boring, but hell he had manners? No not really, he was going to get up until her next words made him the most happiest guy in the world.

Like I said, he loves the chase, and Taylor just gave him the opportunity for some fun. He shrugged, deciding to play the cool collected guy. Leaning his head against the wall again he took a swig from her bottle, handed it back and let his eyes drift clothes for a minute. Not entirely because he was bored, but more because he was planning. Figuring out his next move. When he decided how to play this his eyes flicked open and he turned to look at her.

"I don't expect you to fall only for my looks. It wouldn't be as fun," he said with a grin and then he stood up. Not actually planning on leaving, but more because he wanted to see if she'd stop him from leaving.

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Taylor laughed out loud at his next words. Just his looks? Well they were pretty amazing and she could bet money on it that his looks were all he needed for most sluts but surprisingly Taylor was far from a slut. But lets make this clear though, there was one thing Taylor would do and that was a hot, drunk make out session with an attractive guy. She was a bit disapointed to see him get up because the thought of kissing was still playing in her mind. Still she did nothing to stop him.

Instead she closed her eyes took another long deep drink from her bottle and let it take her even closer to that empty space she was try so hard to reach. Now a days it was a lot harder to find that spot. Reaching up with her free hand she grabbed at her hair and tossed it back. Now if fell across her back and a few strands were drapping around her chest. There was no question she was beautiful and she knew it. Taylor also knew how to work it. Now she had said she wasnt going to go back to his room but that didnt mean she couldnt tease.

Slowly she arched her back as if she was "streching" and then leaned back again. This time slowly opening her eyes and looking at him. Why are you here anyway? Snobby parents? or Scared Ones? With her free hand she reached up again but this time placed it on her neck to block it from the strong wind. She was terribly cold and his warm body would deffinatly make her feel better.

It was well past midnight now, almost one acually. Taylor knew she should stop drinking and go to bed but what the heck she didnt care. So what if they saw her at school tomorrow with a hangover. She might not even show up. Ever since a couple years ago she stopped caring about her real future, she just wanted to find out where the next party was.

[maxwell ralph sheppard]

Max very much knew his looks were somewhere up there on the scale of one to ten. Let's say a hundred or so. That was his thoughts of himself anyway. Now his thoughts of Taylor were all but different. She was hot, and he would enjoy a hot drunk make out session with her. Maybe even more, but she was saying no to that. So for now...he'd have to wait and figure this one out. Figure out how he could get into her pants. Her saying no, just made him want it even more.

He wasn't going to actually leave, and it seemed that his standing up didn't bother her at all. So he shrugged and leaned against the wall and took another swig of his vodka. He watched her let her hair drape around her chest, and he could not help but take note on the actual beauty of her. Maybe this would be fun, chasing her, being able to look at her even longer. Ah true happiness

He took not of the way she 'stretched' and smirked slightly. He gave a slight tilt of his head, taking another swig of his vodka. He's an alcoholic what did you expect? He shrugged at her question, "A little bit of both. My mom is overprotective and very snobby." He got his looks from his mom, so yeah she was snobby, he also got his personality from her too.

He decided to sit back down, he didn't care what time it was he was always drinking. Early in the morning, until he went to bed. He didn't have anything to push down, he just liked the taste of the alcohol. The feel of it when it slid down his throat. He also didn't believe he was an alcoholic, he just liked to drink and party. What was wrong with that?

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