Kris sat in her room, staring up at the dark ceiling. She felt like a complete and total lame-o, because she had found an old silk white nightgown and put it on. It had to be around 11:30 at night, because it was all but pitch in her room. The soft glow of the streetlight shone through her window and curtains, leaving a glowy shadow over her bed. Her black hair was spread across her pillow, and she rolled over on her side in the bed. She wasn't overheating or upset, but she did feel unnerved. Nick had told her that he was going to go on a date with a girl named Victoria earlier, and Kris had a bad feeling about her, even just by the name. Victoria shared a lot of letters with vicious.

She tried to push the thought out of her head, but Nick was her best friend, and she didn't want him getting hurt. He hadn't been in a serious relationship since sophomore year, and Kris was starting to feel bad for him. He wasn't unattractive at all, he was actually pretty good looking. But Kris knew when he stopped his 'DOA' graffiti work, girls thought he was a sissy and stopped trying to get with him. Finally, Kris sat up in bed and walked into her bathroom that was attatched to her room. She flicked the light on lazily, and looked at herself in the mirror. She didn't have on any makeup, but her cheeks were pink from rubbing against the pillow all night. She hadn't been in her bed long though, maybe just an hour or two. She had spent the rest of her time with Stacy, her best friend. Danny wasn't home yet, but then again, he rarely was at this time. Her mom was passed out somewhere in the house. Oh well.

"I'm such a caring sister." She said to her reflection, shrugging and flicking off the bathroom light. The cool temperature from the floor was still on her feet, and she slid back into her warm bed. This time, it didn't take long for her to fall back asleep. But she didn't get much sleep. She heard some soft pings at the roof, but though nothing of it. Probably just birds picking at the gutters. The pings kept going for a while, before they finally stopped. Kris frowned slightly and rolled over on her side once more, her bright blue eyes piercing in the dark.

She could have sworn she heard the scuffle of someones shoes in the distance, but she didn't pay any attention to it. She closed her eyes and went back to sleep, but more alarmed than before.

Nick wasn't sure why he'd decided to come here so late at night after his date, but then he thought, as he began opening up a pack of M&M's, why not? He poured a few of the chocolate candies into his hand, taking one. One would suppose that he'd done this to eat them, but he had other plans for them. Aiming, he tossed one up towards the window that he knew belonged to the one and only Kris. The M&M's missed by a few feet to the right and he picked up another one, preparing to toss it as well.

He came here a lot, to Kris and Danny's house. They were all friends and hung out with each other enough to where it really wasn't all that strange for Nick to be standing outside Kris' window in the middle of the night tossing candy at her bedroom window to wake her up so he could tell her all about how his date went. How did it go? Awfully. He hadn't been on many dates since his 'fall from the top,' but this definitely made the list of one of the worst. "Wake up," he murmured under his breath as he tossed a few more pieces of candy, at least three or four of them managing to successfully hit her window with a small 'clink.' He could only hope she wasn't asleep.

As he was waiting for Kris to (hopefully) wake up and come outside so they could talk, Nick heard a noise of someone approaching. He, by natural instinct, went on guard and searched the darkness of the yard around him. It didn't take long for him to make out a semi-familiar figure, staying still and silent until the figure was eventually confirmed. "Danny? That you, man?"

Danielle yawned loudly as she got out of her large queen sized bed and slowly stepped from her bedroom to her adjoining bathroom. She hadn't gotten home until around three or four in the morning and it was now nine-thiry, she was still kind of tired from her interesting night.

Within thirty minutes the somewhat tired girl had had a shower, blow dried her hair and gotten dressed. She stood in front of the long mirror as she did her make up for the day, today was a day she allowed her hair to fall in gentle waves over her shoulders. Danielle was wearing dark skinny jeans with a blue off the shoulder shirt with a grey and black belt, along with her trademark gold hoop earrings that she often wore.

As she finished her make up, she left everything on the counter as she picked up her cellphone. She checked it for any messages, responding to several, before she placed it in her pocket. She already had her black converse high tops on her feet and placed her ivory framed Prada sunglasses to hid her eyes as she grabbed her set of keys and her wallet, placing these in a silver coloured bag as she walked out of the door of her family's apartment. She locked the door and made her way down the hall to the elevator.

Within a matter of minutes, Danielle was walking out the front doors of the apartment building. As she passed a pair of good looking older guys who had stopped to stare at her, she swung around and pulled her sunglasses down enough to show them her wink before she turned back, slipped them back in place and kept walking. The looks on their faces had been quite interesting but not something she was unsued to. Looks of awe, desire... The list always went on. But these didn't annoy the girl, Danielle did like to have her fun every once and a while.

Even though she was tired from the previous night, she had a thought; Tonight, would be a good night to party... Again. With this in mind, she shook out her wavy dark brown hair and and smiled as Danielle made her way to meet up with everyone.

(Sorry for the double post)

Stacy sat up in bed it was time to go to work. The tv was on the news and she got out of bed. The man on the news said a boy got shot by some gang members. She turned the tv off, she didn't want to hear the rest. She sighed while getting dressed for work. Wearing a brown skirt and black and tan shirt. She walked into the bathroom looking for a face towel and a hair comb. Turning the water on she thought about Kris, well, she always thinks about Kris. When she was done in the bathroom, she walked downstairs into the kitchen that was behind the stairs. She grabbed a couple of strawberries and ate them, she didn't want to eat anymore it would ruin her shirt. She grabbed her car keys and purse walking out the door. She locked the door and walked off of her porch walking down the rocky path towards her silver car. She got in an started the car and drove to work wondering what they would have her do today...

Kodak woke up to the sound of his alarm clock. He reached his arm from out under his blanket and hit the snooze button. After lying in bed for another ten minutes Kodak finally got out of bed. He took a quick shower then threw on a pair of jeans; a nice, blue teeshirt that his parents had bought him for his birthday, and he threw on his trademark white hoody. He grabbed his guitar and slung it over his back.
He walked down the stairs into the dining room, expecting to see his parents there. Instead there was a note on the table that read "At the office. We'll call you later." His parents were always at their law office. Kodak locked the front door before walking down the sidewalk.

Greg laid on his bed thinking of last nights events when a knock hit his door "Greg can I come in" the sound of his mother's voice brought him out of his own head. He got up off the bed and slowly walked over to the door after he unlocked it he opened it to see his mother on the other side "Sure come on in" he said in a groggy tone as he walked over to his bed and fell back on his bed. His mother walked in and closed the door behind her "I thought you would like to know that your two friends are downstairs" Greg said nothing he already knew who his mother was talking about and he wasn't surprised they had came by so earlier in the morning. Nothing was said for a long moment, although his mother understand his life she still wished Greg hadn't turned out to be so much of his father's son and slowly after Greg joined the life him and his mother slowly lost their bond. "You know on the news they said another boy had been shot" Greg turned his head slightly and gazed over at his mother then followed her eyes over to his blood soak shirt in the middle of his floor. He sat up looking back over at his mother "I have to get dressed" he stated rising from his bed. He grabbed the shirt off of the floor and walked over to the bathroom connected to his room and closed the door.

Twenty minutes later was dressed and ready to go. He was wearing a grey and black plaid button front shirt, a pair of denim shorts and a pair of all white nikes. He also had a platinum diamond encrusted rolex on his wrist and two different size diamond cross chains on his neck. Greg knew the life of a gangster was far from perfect but it did have it perks, thanks to life both him and his father had signed up to live his family lived a beautiful big house and had everything they could ever want, at least in terms of materialistic things. Greg walked over to his bed and sat down and after a moment he laid back thinking back on last night things had went bad fast. One minute it went from one dude getting his ass beat and the next that dude was laying dead with a bullet in his head. Although Greg hadn't pulled the trigger last night he had on others and after the deed was done he helped to get rid of the body which explained the blood on his shirt. Greg got up off his bed and walked over to his dresser he grabbed his wallet and keys then glanced over at the alarm clock that he never seemed to use, it read 9:45. Deciding not to keep his boys waiting any longer he pulled open his top drawer and took out 9mm beretta pistol. After strapping the gun to himself he grabbed his white yankee hat left his room.

When he got downstairs he saw that his friends had made themselves comfortable on his living room couch and were watching music videos on BET "Whats up jackasses" Greg said making his appearance know. "Man your the jackass having us down here waiting for you to get ready" said Mitch getting up off the couch followed by Derek "Yeah man you take as long as most chicks do to get ready" Greg just rolled his eyes "So what are the plans for the day" the three exchanges looks and like usually it was going to be one of those go with the flow days. "Well am starving so lets start off with some breakfast" Greg said walking away "Mom am out. See you later" he shouted "Bye Mrs.Carmicheal" Derek and Mitch yelled following Greg out. The group walked the cobblestone pavement to Greg's eighteenth birthday present and current baby his lamborghini estoque, after piling into the car Greg pulled off.

Candy was tired. She'd been up all night, and she had an early morning. Oh well, she was used to it. But fuck it sucked sometimes. She leaned back against the brick wall she'd found, she liked the feeling of the roughness against the small of her back, which was bared by the revealing red shirt she'd worn, it showed a generous amount of her figure, but she didn't care. That was Candy for you. She was in desperate need of something to push her off the edge. She was too observant right now, she couldn't and didn't want to think rationally, she wanted to be spontaneous..Dammit.

The toothpick that stuck out from her plush lips was no ciggy. She wasn't happy that she'd have to bum one from someone, but sometime today she had to have one. A cough arose from the back of her throat, pushing from her lips as she bent over, her hair streaming down her shouldersas she hacked away, finally, it subsided, and she leaned back, just like she'd always. She'd never forget what had happened last time she'd coughed for more than a few seconds. Eh.

She pushed off the wall, ambling slowly in the only comfortable shoes she owned, and even those had a substantially high heel. Walking down the slowly lightening back street, she yawned, showing her white teeth as she stretched, puffing her chest out for a passerbyer, who consented to peek and look at her beauties.Smirking at this, she shook her head and idled on, waiting for something to happen, and chewing on the toothpick absentmindedly.

"Heyheyhey! Candy baby." She heard her name being called, turning she saw one of the guys she'd hooked up with a while back. Rolling and smirking at the same time, she waved a dismissive hand, ignoring his puny and weak attempts and protests before she walked around the corner. Damn guys.

With a shrug of her shoulders, and her obviously unpleased and uninterested actions, the yelling faded, after a few curses were sent in her direction. But they all knew that Candy didn't give a fuck, and she didn't give a care. With a small sigh she faded into the backround, nothing was happening, she had no need to stand out.

Kris sat at the counter of the Three Brothers diner on 82nd, her glasses on and a white napkin with scribbled words sat in front of her. Her legs were crossed, covered with ripped but skin-tight Hollister light jeans. She was wearing a black tank top, and her hair fell like a wavering sheet of paper, straight but rolling. She was biting a plastic pen between her straight white teeth, staring down at the napkin as she tried to think of another rhyme. She wasn't sure if it was a song or a poem. Either way, so far, it was genius. She looked up as the waiter set down her cup of coffee, and she silently thanked her before taking a sip of the mocha deliciousness. The smell filled her nose, and it was almost like brilliance came with it. She smiled and urgently wrote down another 8 lines of rhymes, before stopping again and thinking.

The diner was practically silent, except for a person that was sitting two seats down from her, trying to flirt. She completely ignored him, not even acknowledging his presence. She could tell by the way he talked even, that he was having an extreme hangover and was a sleaze. She dug in her pocket for her usual Lucky Strike cigarette, sticking the paper between her lips, taking out her grafitti-based lighter, and sparking it twice until it caught on her cigarette. She took a long drag, before folding the napkin and sticking it in the back pocket. She dug in the same pocket for her phone, and took it out, sending a joint text to Candice, Stacy, and Nick, asking them to come join her.

The diner bell dinged behind her, but she didn't look up. She pulled the cigarette out of her lips, and took a whiff of the air. She knew that smell anywhere. That sexy dirty smell that was not identified on anyone other than the famous Chris. The guy of her name, the one who would actually be a looker if he wasn't so straight forward. She heard the scuff of his shoes coming up behind her, and she wished she had her hair up so he wouldn't be able to identify her so quickly. Kris wasn't the only girl around with straight black hair, but she was one of the few. But Kris' hair was different, in a way that you could tell it was her if she was just walking through the park. Nick called it, 'The Kris Sparkle'.

"Krissssss." She heard Chris' voice right up against her ear. A smile spread across her lips as she took another long drag from her cigarette, still not looking up or back at him. She pulled the cigarette out from her lips, holding it between her index and middle, blowing out a straight rod of smoke before her.

"Can I help you? No. All you want is some ass, which you sadly won't get from me anytime soon. Keep trying though. Maybe one day you'll catch me high enough to rape me." She said, squashing her cigarette in the ash tray on the counter, standing up, pushing past him, and moving outside. She stood just outside the diner, just in case Candy, Stacy, or Nick were actually coming to meet here there.

Stacy jumped when her phone made a beeping sound. She got out of the car the diner was actually right next to her job. She text Kris back,"Yeah I can :D" Looking across the street trying to spot Kris she did. She ran across the street and stopped in front of Kris,"Hey how's it going Kris heard from Nick lately." She smiled winking at her,"I'm just kidding girl." Looking around,"Is it only us here or did you invite the whole gang?" She was hoping that it was,"How is your brother Kris?" She looked back at Kris still smiling...

it took danielle only a matter of minutes before she came across Kris standing outside a diner. Seeing Danny wasn't with his sister, Danielle walked up to her and stood only a few feet from the girl who seemed to hate her.

" Hey, Kris." Danielle said lightly, her expression calm and almost business-like. " Where's Danny? Seen him around today?" Danielle had just seen her best friend the previous night... And earlier this morning, if you got technical. They had unknowingly gone to the same party, the party that Danielle had ended up leaving with yet another of her group of male friends. She had plenty of them and she was pretty sure Kris and everyone else though she was sleeping with them. Danielle wasn't.

She felt nervousness sink in and breathed lightly, normally, as though she were perfectly calm like the expression she wore. Danielle kept her dark eyes blank as she glanced around with a single eyebrow raised.

Nick woke up feeling like he was missing something, like someone had made plans with someone else that he had not been included in on. He didn't like that feeling. So, instead of moping around the house complaining about it to himself, he decided to hop out of bed and get dressed in his usual attire. A pair of black slacks and a button up shirt later, he was ready to go. He ran a hand through his hair and decided it was neat enough to go out with, clean, but messy, just the way he liked it.

Sneaking by his brother, lying passed out on the couch, he went to the kitchen and searched the cupboards, frowning when he found nothing of interest. He wasn't the best cook either. So, going out seemed to be his only choice. He was kind of hoping to figure out where Kris and the others might be this time of day. Well, mainly Kris. But everyone else didn't really need to know that, of course. The thought of meeting up with her made him anxious, so he grabbed his cell phone and went out the door.

It didn't take him very long to make it to his favorite place to eat. He'd been messing around with a game on his phone called Angry Birds, when he looked up, suprised to find Danielle, Kris, and Stacy standing there. He smiled widely and walked up to them in confidence. "Ladies! Ladies! You know you don't have to wait around for me all the time." He winked to show them he was joking. "I'm not goin' anywhere." He straightened up and looked over the diner they were standing around. "Are we going inside or what? I'm hungry," he said, pouting and putting a hand over his growling stomach.