#drew preference

"You’re such a pussy," Drew rolls his eyes as he lights his blunt.

"I thought you were a ‘cool girl’, (Y/N)? What happened," he mocks you in a teasing way. You wanted to be a ‘cool girl’ not that you were one. It made you mad that he had the nerve to say that to you. You scrunch your eyes in anger. You didn’t come here to smoke, you came to see if he was ok after seeing what happened between him and his girl. High school was not something you loved and you were a shy girl, quiet and what not a shy girl would be. You got good grades, well tried with school being so hard nowadays. You did the opposite of Drew and you’d never understand why you ran after him that day.

"I’m sorry I’m nothing like you. I just came to check on you but obviously none of that matters. It was a bad idea coming here anyways," you get up with a sigh of hurt and anger. You never understood what Drew had against you but it didn’t matter anymore. You grab your bag, ready to fling it over your shoulder but a hand came in contact with yours.

"Wait," Drew grabbed your hand and pulled on you from his spot on the ground in the alley between the school. This was the hide out for people that skipped or wanted to smoke. It wasn’t the place for you but you wanted to check on the lonely boy.

"Why do you care so much? No one ever does," he pulls you back down and you huff as you fall back onto your spot on the ground.

"I care because," you couldn’t think of a valid reasoning for your caring manner for the underestimated boy. He moves his head in a way of saying ‘go on’ but nothing came to your mind quick enough.

"Can’t I care about someone without a reasoning behind it?"

"No," he takes a drag off his blunt and blows the smoke in your face. You cough and look away from his direction.

"I care because you look like you need someone, ok," you needed someone more than he did.

"I think I’m doing pretty good on my own. Don’t cha’ think?" He faces shows signs of irritation and many other things. You knew he wasn’t doing good and that’s why you came to check if he could make it through the rest of the day.

"No. No, you’re not doing good and I know she broke you. She broke what makes you who you are and she broke what was most of you. Something that made you the heartless bastard you are today. Right? She broke you and you thought she wouldn’t, you thought you’d never be broken, correct? Because you’re such a badass, huh? You know Drew, you’re nothing and I think what happened to you was great. You need a lesson for once," your blood pulsed through your veins in fast movements. Adrenaline coming to an all time high. You were mad that he had could be so rude and heartless to everyone without a reason. It made you mad because he was altogether an asshole yet expected to never be hurt.

"I think I should go," as Drew silently stared at you, you became uncomfortable and guilty of your words.

"You’re right, though. You are," he whispered to himself in a way of not just telling you but maybe trying to convince himself that it was a lesson. That maybe it wasn’t the girls fault but yet his own. For years on, Drew then realized that you were just the missing part to his life. You made him grow and learn the parts of life he skimmed over. By the time he realized, you were already taken. You were happy but a part was missing. Maybe it was the fact Drew treated you right or maybe it was just that high school attraction, but you were slowly losing interest in the boy you had. It became hard to go on with yourself knowing he was out there wanting you and you were with another boy, he’d soon move on himself.

One day you got in a dumb argument about how Drew was tired of waiting after admitting the feelings you already knew he had. You were upset that you fought over something so little, making Drew walk out on you. You were so upset, you grabbed your favorite bottle of alcohol and got ready to drink your feelings away. You were tired of doing everything wrong and you were just ready to get away altogether.

So, as you chugged your alcohol from your spot on the ground, you knew it was time to work everything out. You were tired of fighting any longer and you realized all you need was Drew in your life. More than just friends at that. You stand up, wobbling and staggering on the way. You walk down your driveway to Drew’s house, bottle in hand. It was only ten or maybe three. You didn’t know, nor did you care. You circle your block twice before you realized you were on your way to Drew’s. You finally get to his house and yell out side his house.

"You know Drew, you have an awesome voice. I mean singing wise and… and I thought I could maybe sing one for you. I’m not good but I'll try it," you start singing random words and after a few minutes of realizing Drew wasn’t there you pick up stray rocks and throw them at his window.

"Hey, big head! Wakeup! It’s early and time to party," you chug the rest of the bottle and throw it in the grass.

"It’s time to party," you whisper to yourself as your mood completely changed. Tears engulf your eyes as you realize just how much you’ve screwed up. You go to his steps to sit and you put your hands on your face. You let the tears fall free as the porch light turns on and you turn your head to see a shirtless Drew only in boxers, eyes squinted.

"What are you doing here, (Y/N)?"

You quickly stand up and watch Drew’s every move. You wipe the tears but it was no use as they fell. Your feet shuffle together as you stare at the ground, arms crossed.

"I’m so dumb, Drew. You’re so amazing and I let you go. I realized just how much I need you and want you. I’ve always wanted you, Drew, and once I had you, I let you go. It’s so dumb. I’m so dumb. I probably seem like an asshole," you sniffed and looked up to Drew. "But I love you and I want nothing more than to have you."

You stand and wait for Drew to do something, anything, but it seemed like it wasn’t going to come any time soon.

"I knew I was too late. Maybe I should just go home," you wipe your nose on the oversized long sleeve shirt. You turn around with your head to the ground, ready to walk away. Before you can go far, hands grab you and you're flung into a body. His lips move on yours, your arm between both chests. The kiss meant more than any kiss you had with your boyfriend. This moment meant more than your whole relationship with your rebound.

"You walked here in no pants?" He looked worried and you shiver as the wind swept between you two. You shrug as you remember not putting any on because you felt restrained.

"Why wear clothes when you can be free," you whisper, hands still between both chests as your fingers work on shrugging the sleeves of the shirt down past your hands. You push Drew back a little and stumbles. He takes the hint and walks in the house, you trailing behind. You both rush to his room and you push him on his bed. You throw your shirt across the room and you go straight for Drew’s lips. His hands travel up your bare back since you weren’t wearing a bra either.

"You taste like alcohol," he moaned in your mouth. You don’t say anything as your head moves to the crook of his neck and you lay there, doing nothing to him. He soon realized you fell asleep on him. Your arms drape over his body, legs doing the same. He groans as you left him with a hard on that was just getting harder as he finally comprehended you were his now. Also the feel of you on him and your hard nipples against his chest was making his mind go crazy. You snore in his ear and he sighs, knowing he wasn’t getting anything tonight but that was ok because he finally got what he waited so long for. He finally saved the lost soul looking for a home. He always knew all you needed was someone but he knew he was no good for you and that’s why he left you alone for years. He noticed you when you thought you were no one and he notice every little thing. You were too pure to corrupt and that’s why he waited for you. He waited years for YOU to notice him. And you did, at the right time. You changed him. You saved him and he saved you. Saved to be saved as you’d like to think.

Part one: http://inspiring-blog.tumblr.com/post/84030953719/ironic-or-iconic

It has been two agonizing weeks with no contact or communication with Drew. You were actually taking it better than anyone would’ve ever thought. Though, you still had the heart to cry for the bastard, you felt bad for just running away from your problems. You were always like that though—one to run away from all your problems. You couldn’t help it because you’ve learned it from a little age. People came and went, excuse always being little and no meaning. You’re mom always said to run away when the troubles came. Facing an issue head on was never a thing for you and it was just a hard task to do. You’ve always dodge all things possible and many people could definitely tell you just how bad the problem was but being the person you were, it wasn’t something you wanted to hear. You hated when people talked about you. Whether it was your personality, your wrongs, your rights, your beauties; it wasn’t something you wanted to hear. You never thought highly of yourself and with you being on someone’s mind, even for a second, it made you uncomfortable and unhappy. You never thought you were worthy of being worried about and you were independent enough to not be worried about.

So when your friend came to her guest room to check on you, you’d groan in annoyance and irritation. You were a passionate person and that’s what always caught Drew’s attention but the fact you never wanted to be worried about upset the young boy. He wanted to seem passionate and loving the way you did, so to speak. Of course you didn’t know much of all of the boy. He was never one to lie but he never told too much of anything. You never give your all to anyone and Drew learned that. Even though you were trustworthy, he never broke his promise to himself after it’s been broken once before. He was what you wanted in a guy but had a twist of everything you despised, hated, and didn’t want in a guy. He was sinfully beautiful and he was something so untouchable, it hurt. You had him but he was so far gone that you just couldn’t get a hold of him any longer. You’ve talked to Wes and Keaton a few times but you soon stopped answering when all that they talked about was how hopeless and hurting Drew was. You were far from heartless but seeing what was done to you, you didn’t care too much for him. It was heartless what he did and he deserved to be hurt for a little.

You were alone in the guest room watching a movie when the doorbell rang. You groan in annoyance, something you did often now a days, and call out to your friend. With no answer, you remember she was gone for the weekend and threw the blanket off you and head to the door. You open the door to a sad looking Drew. Which wasn’t much of a surprise to you.

"What do you want?"

"I know what I did was a dick move and what I’m about to tell you is beyond a dick move but it’s eating me inside out," he shuffles his feet around.

"Go on," you were willing to listen and give him a chance.

"I never cheated on you and you might not believe me but it’s true. This whole thing was a game. Our relationship was a game and the cheating thing was a game but my feelings were never a game. It was all a game and it was just all based off a bad case of truth or dare. You’re such a great and caring person that I just felt I’d never love you more than a brotherly sister way after I got to know you. That was until I was dared to start a relationship with you. You were everything I’ve ever wanted and spending so much time with you made everything that much harder. Once they found out just how much I loved you, they made me end what we had," the whole time of telling you just what went down, he couldn’t look into your eyes. He never had the nerve to look and see what kind of reaction you were facing. You weren’t doing much though. You couldn’t because you were in a state of shock. It was always hard for you to see Drew cheat, let alone cheat more than once. It was odd, yet a possibility.

"I’ve always loved you and I always will. I’d never blame you if you never forgave me but I need you. You hold me down and I’ve never really had that before. I just don’t know what to do and it’s been eating me up since we’ve started dating. I can’t give you up now and I’ll fight until you finally give up and even after that I’ll chase and fight for you. You’re too good for me but I’m willing to be selfish enough to take you," he finally gives you a stare, soon after looking away from the guilt. You’ve always felt odd in this relationship simply because you guys use to hate each other. Wes, Drew, and you always had this thing going on and you always felt that something wasn’t right but of course you were dumb enough to not trust yourself. You never wanted to start talking to them and get to know them. That was until you got to know them and you just became attached. You dropped everything in the moment and just said yes to dating, yes to everything. There was no time to think that maybe it was a game. This whole friendship thing could be a game. You were smart but at times blind to the obvious. Many people actually told you of how bad the idea was but your feelings overruled every thought possible. This made you feel worse than you felt when he said he cheated. Your whole relationship was based off a lie and that was worse than just a mistake. You realized just then how much you truly despised Drew Chadwick. Everything came back all at once. Everything you hated about Drew and everything you’ve always hated rushed back all at once and you felt anger take over your betrayal and hurt. You were done and you were done trying to please him.

"You’re such an asshole, Drew. I always felt something off about you and the childhood hatred should’ve just stayed between us. Just leave," you try pushing him out of the doorway but he grabs your loose fitting shirt and pulls you to him.

"I’m not leaving until we work this out."

"It is worked out. You’re a bastard, I want nothing to do with you and you can leave. Get your hands off me," you practically growl out. Your teeth grit together as he lays his head in the crook of your neck; something you use to love. You hated his touch and you hated him.

"I hate you Drew."

"And I love you, (Y/N). Can we please just work this out?"

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Hoodie Allen

"I wanna go where the lights are low and the dreamers are chasing, I wanna live like we don’t know much but we know we’re gonna make it, And I don’t wanna spend another night alone, I wanna go ‘cause if we don’t leave now, Then we’re never gonna make it home” -Make it Home http://youtu.be/xV_vpGYMXPs

Wes “There’s so much out there for us Wes,” I say looking at the stars. There’s so much. More than I could even imagine. More than time could tell. “There’s so much that we’re letting go. This place, this town, it’s holding us back from what we could be. We have so much ahead of us that we’ll never see if we just sit here. This place is doing us no good. There’s nothing special here. You could go off and be a singer but you’re not trying. What’s holding you back? I’m about to start college, we’ll go separate ways. You’ll forget about me and I you, so, what’s holding you? Why aren’t you trying to proceed your dream. You have too much potential to let it go to waste. I’ll go on with my life and you’ll be here, dreading not going to make your dreams happen. Though, I’m going to college, that’s not my dream. I don’t want to become some, some stuck up bitch. I want to go out and do me. Make my dreams come true instead of mommy and daddy buying them for me. I don’t want that, Wes,” I turn my head to look at him. I squeeze my legs closer to my chest and sigh. He’s starring at the waves. Watching them smack into one another, going free. Smacking against the rocks without a care. I want to be like a wave. Not care and go where the pull takes me. I want to be happy and free. I look at the sand and play with it. I want to be like the sand that slips in-between your toes. I want to be the cool summer night breeze that has you reminiscing about things you will cherish forever. “I know I said I would forget about you, Wes, but that was only to let you go. To go with your dreams because I’m another factor that’s holding you back. But in all honesty, I don’t want to go another day without you. I don’t want to be alone because I need you as much as I need air. I need you like plants need sun and children need love. I need you more than you’ll ever know because you are the only thing I want, have, and need. You’re all I truly have, Wes,” tears start free falling and by the end I’m whispering. I’m not the type to be cliché but I’m afraid of losing him. He keeps you going. “I want to run away, Wes. I want to go far from here. I want to explore, find out who I am. I want to meet new people and learn about them. I want to take my experience with it all and keep it with me. I want to get something from every place and keep it as a memory. I want to try new things and learn about other cultures. I want to live freely. I want to be a free spirit and I know it might never happen, but Wes, that’s my dream. I’ve only told you the dream my parents want me to have but this is the real one and in this one, you’re with me. You’re by my side learning and seeing just as much as I am. I’m there for you and you’re there for me, but you can’t be there. You won’t be doing what you want and I’m tired of holding you back. I’m tired of being that little tie that’s keeping you from doing as you please. I’m tired of everything,” I laugh. It’s a big joke. My life’s a joke and I’m just a puppet to my parents. “Then why don’t we go, pack our stuff and leave. Why don’t we go from town to town, state to state, and meet new people. I could play and sing on corners and we could find ways to help others that would help us in return. I’d still be doing my dream because I only want to sing for people, not get the money or be famous. I want people to just hear it and enjoy it. I want people to feel what I’m putting into the music. I want them to understand and just listen to what I’m putting out. I think if we do travel, now would be the time or it’ll be too late. Right now we are trying to find out who we really are and if we wait any longer, our time will be taken away. Maybe we will find our true home, where we belong and we’re accepted. Where we relate to everyone there and we’ll call it home,” he looks me in the eyes. I smile through the tears and finally see my dreams slowly becoming reality.

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"We should take a walk someday, Dream about what we could’ve been, But I don’t wanna leave this place, No faith in Brooklyn, If I move out one day, It’ll make me a better man, But I don’t wanna leave this place, No faith in Brooklyn” -No Faith in Brooklyn http://youtu.be/IZKQUOApw1g

Keaton “Keaton?”, I question. We both went for a walk to get some cool air. It was so stuffy in the home that I just needed some fresh air, inviting Keaton along because its dangerous to walk by myself at night. I turn my head to look at him as he nods. “What do you think it’d be like if you went out and actually went to The XFactor? Would we be together or would you be off with your brother and other band mates on a world tour, exploring new things? Would you even know me? There’s so many things I want to ask,” there was. I had a million questions and I wanted answers. From simple questions to ones that would take sometime to answer. I was just a very curious person and I often ask too many questions to the point of getting Keaton mad and I knew how it was going to turn out. The questions were just nagging at me and I needed to get them out. “Well, first off, if I went to The XFactor, I wouldn’t be here, with you. I love you and I don’t want to think about what it’d be like without you. I probably wouldn’t have known you if I went with Wes and Drew. I wish the best for them and I hope they’re doing great. I know I would have been going with my dreams but something was holding me back. I don’t know anymore, I’m so confused,” he looks at the concrete side and sighs. I know it was hard for him, knowing he let all his dreams go for an unknown reason. I wasn’t sure why, he always said the same thing,”Something was holding me back,” but I knew it was more than that. I knew he had his reasons but he just never told me. “Do you regret not going?”, I have always wanted to ask that but I never knew the right time to ask and this felt right, so I went ahead with it and asked. “Yes and no. I regret giving up my dream for something that was just so stupid and I thought I was doing the right thing. I thought I was doing the best for me and I was wrong. So wrong. It was the dumbest thing I have ever done and no one will truly understand how much I regret it. Never,” of course I wouldn’t understand because I don’t even know why he did it. “But, in a way, I don’t regret. I wouldn’t of found you and you keep me at bay. Without you, I’d be at sea, lost within everything around me,” I could tell he wasn’t lying but why did he stay. “Why’d you stay though?” “It doesn’t matter,” he sounded irritated and touchy about the subject. “Obviously it does if you’re so touchy about it. Just tell me Keaton.” “Look, Y/N, it doesn’t matter.” “Just tell me Keaton!” I grab his arm and yank him to a stop. I face him about for his answer. “Fucking drop it,” he yanks his arm away and turns around. “Dammit, Keaton! You’re so secretive,” we both rush home and barges in the house. I slam the door behind me and look for him. “Please, Keaton,” I plead for an answer. “Fine. You wanna know? Huh?”, he walks me back into the wall. “It was because of a girl! Okay! I thought she was everything. I didn’t want to give her up and I would throw away my dream for her because I loved her! I fucking loved her too much and I found she cheated on me! She cheated on me with my best friend and I feel like you’ll just do the same. I kept it to myself because it’s in the past and you didn’t need to know. I bet you’re cheating on me, too. You’re such a whore. I knew you were no good from the start but I needed someone and you were the only one there,” he angrily whispers, nose to nose. Tears spring to my eyes and I look at the ground. “Wow. I’m happy you think that of me. You know what? Just leave. Leave, Keaton, and don’t come back,” I push him away and slide down the wall. My legs wide open, my head back, and my hands over my face, tears come rushing harder and my thoughts come faster. The thing is, I would never cheat on Keaton and I was surprised he thought I would. Keaton drops to the ground and crawls between my legs. He puts his hands on the ground beside my hip and lays his head on my neck. I feel something wet on my neck, like tears. I look up and push him away. “Leave me the fuck alone. Just leave. Move out. Grow up. Just don’t,”he tried touching my face but I move. He moves back between my legs and no matter how hard I pushed, he stayed. “I’m sorry, baby. I didn’t mean it. It just makes me so mad that she did that. I loved her with my all but she took advantage. I gave her everything but I came up short and it’s my fault. I truly love you and I know you’d never cheat. I-I’m sorry. I don’t want to move. It might be the best for us both but I want to live the rest of my life with you. I don’t want to give you up,” he hiccups and looks me in the eyes. I loved him too much to let go. I wrap my arms around his neck and hug him close. His arms still at my side, he scoots closer to me and nuzzles his head in my neck. “I’m sorry,” we sit like that and just cry. Cry over everything worth crying for.

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"All I want to do, Is sit and wait for you, All I want to do, Is sit and wait for you, Are you movin’ ahead, Am I fallin’ behind, Fuck it, probably either way, it’s probably all in my mind, You got all that you want, I got nothin’ but time, Honestly all that we want is somebody to grind with” -High again http://youtu.be/bV_QvTrOEO4

Drew (His POV) I loved her. I loved her with everything I had but she only wanted one thing. One fucking thing, when I could of gave her everything she ever wanted. A house, money, a family, anything you could possibly want, but she didn’t want that. She wanted what she got and that’s all. She hops from one man to another. Get something she wants from them. I’m not over her and I’ll always sit and wait for the day she sees how much I want and need her. I’ll wait for her to notice how much she needs me. I could be her everything but she doesn’t understand. She’s not one to be held down and I now get that. She’s moving on, finding other men, and leaving me behind, like a faint memory of a dude she screwed. She won’t look back or even give it a second thought. She’s a ruthless soul that has no regrets what so ever and accepts what she is. She’s one to play your heart, pull the right strings, and then drop you when you fall hard. She makes a little plan within her head and uses it to the best of her ability. She’s a killer and that’s all she’ll ever be. I get ready to go to the club with Wes and the others. We all pile in the car and hit up the club. I go straight to the bar and just sit there. Grieving in my own misery. I look out at the people. There was more than I expected. As I was looking, something, or someone, caught my eye. Her hips sway in her skin tight dress. It was a little white one that barely covered her butt and made her breast look great. That’s how she works though. She will wear something that will beyond grab your attention. Guy watch her, hypnotized by her movements but don’t dare to go and dance with her. I wanted her more than anything and I’ll make sure to get her. Getting up, I walk over to her and grab her hips. “I know what you’re doing, Y/N. I want you and I will have you,” I sway with her and she grinds her little ass on me. Which, she knows makes me beyond hard. I bring her closer and kiss her neck. “Why are you playing so hard to get? I could give you everything,” I growl in her ear. “You’ve gave me everything I needed,” she yells over the music. “Then give me a dance,” I’ll try to get her somehow. “Haven’t we already?”, with that, she walks away with a sway and goes and grinds on another man, leaving me hard with no service.