open}TAKE ME TO THE EYES OF THIS GIRL.

[jenna sullivan.]

i'm just a teenage dirt bag, baby.

Jenna's large gray eyes were shut, her light brown hair loose on her shoulders. even though it was scorchingly hot, she was wearing skinny jeans and a black hoodie over a black & pink Taking Back Sunday tee shirt. She had the earphones of her small black iPod Nano in her ears, blasting Teenage Dirtbag by Wheatus.

But he doesn't know who I am
and he doesn't give a damn about me
'cause I'm just a teenage dirtbag, baby
yeah, I'm just a teenage dirtbag, baby
listen to Iron Maiden, baby
with me

Jenna finally opened her eyes, peering around her at the small stream of water she was sitting by. Perched on a rock, she looked completely at home, even though she was begging to be somewhere, with someone, anyone. Well. More likely a male anyone. She was in Sequoia, after all, she had to keep up her reputation.

Her gray eyes searched the empty area around her. She pulled the cap off the black Sharpie in her hand, poking a black dot into her palm. She wrote 'jenna' in her somewhat messy handwriting. She wrote 'loves' under that, but cocked her head after that. She didn't love anyone, did she? She shook her head aggressively, and capped the Sharpie. 'jenna loves.' well that was depressing. "I hate my life." She practically yelled. There wasn't anyone else around, no one would hear her. She hoped.

I'm just a teenage dirt bag baby, like you.

[reid callahan.]

“Two hundred- two hundred and one- two hundred and two- two hundred and three-” A few incoherent mumbles strung from under the covers of a decorated bunk. “Shiiittteeee.” The tone of voice wasn’t angry, of course, simply a little irritated. The redhead had trapped himself under his covers for what felt like ever-- well, more like five hundred and thirty-three seconds, to be exact-- but if he came out, there would be nothing to do anyways. His skin was beginning to heat up considerably, but Reid didn’t seem phased at all. Besides, he’d rather come out when everyone else is asleep, now, or his cheeks will be the same red as his hair-- that’s saying something. But he knew that he’d have to come out soon, the air under the thin sheets was becoming hardly bearable and Reid was longing for the fresh air outside. So that’s just where he would go-- after he gets his lazy ass up and changes his clothes. With each passing second, though, fresh air was sounding more and more like heaven-- even if getting up did not.

Surely it was somewhere around one, lunch and breakfast out of the way for the majority of the campers, and Reid was already going an hour over the sleeping time on Saturdays, it was probably about time for him to rise from his sanctuary anyways. The sun shown through the windows harshly, attacking his fragile irises the moment he pushed the sheets off from over his head. The light surrounded him and he shut his eyes tightly, groaning at the unnecessarily aggressive invasion. “Stupid sun, go away,” he willed, rubbing his eyes harshly to rid them of sleep and get them used to the bright sunlight. As he had guessed, it was one o’clock-- at least, the red digits flashing on the small black clock on his bedstand said something similar to that. Reid’s vision, thankfully, unblurred quickly and he could read the numbers clearly-- one twenty. Hm.


Not even twenty minutes, this time, had passed before Reid had selected a beige, fitted, screened tee shirt, a headband to match, a pair of beaten vans, and a pair of charcoal grey, insanely tight, female size one jeans. The norm for him, of course. Abused vans carried his small body down towards the creek; sounds of rushing water already surrounded him, putting a soft grin on his face. Of course, the calm, peaceful, oft sounds of the creek water was disrupted by an irritated voice through the grassy area. Reid’s brow rose slightly-- now that wasn’t a very nice thing to say. Especially not when he saw who had said it. “Come on, missy, don’t be so hard on yourself. You better love your life or I’ll probably just cry.” So maybe his logic didn’t make sense, but it did to Reid. Then again, Reid made things up a lot-- as long as they made sense to him, they made sense to the world. Duh. But, if anyone were to understand him, it would definitely be Jenna Sullivan-- coincidentally, that’s who he was talking to.

Stepping up beside her cautiously, flopping into the large, fluffy patch of grass, Reid pulled his legs to his chest and adjusted the band around his head accordingly, dull, subtle, yet fiery red hair sticking out every which way appropriately. “What’s got Jenna so down?” he asked, sticking out his lower lip thoughtfully.

[jenna sullivan.]

Jenna sighed and put her face in her hands. 'jenna loves' would probably now be stamped on her cheek, but she didn't really give a damn about her cheek. She only came back to camp every year to go somewhere exciting, where she could be someone else. But here she was, and her life had been pretty much the same. Boring. She had expected someone to come and sweep her off her feet the first hour of camp. Boy, where her expectations high.

She jerked her head out of her hands at a familiar and comforting voice. A small smiled spread over her face, but the smile was also sad. "Aww, Reid. Now I don't want you to cry." She stuffed her iPod back into the pocket of her hoodie, scooting over and patting the space next to her on the rock, willing him to move from the grass to sit next to her.

"Life's got me down." She murmured thoughtfully, but seemed to change her mind. "The boringness of my life has got me down." Seeming pleased with her choice of words, she nodded her head, and glanced back over at him.

Her heart sped up a little. God, he was so cute. She looked away again. Before she came to Brunswick, she hadn't expected that the boy she was falling for would be Reid. Her best friend, and comfort, Reid. She sighed, and glanced back at him, smiling a little at his hair sticking out everywhere. "So what brings you here?" Smooth. Only the most common question ever.

[reid callahan.]

Once his presence was recognized, he put on the most comforting smile he could-- it was apparent she wasn’t in the best of moods, and Reid was always the go-to, so he can’t let her down now. “Okay, then put a damn smile on your pretty little face,” he commanded, playfully, a grin threatening at his own lips as he watched her hand as it came in contact with the vacant space of rock beside her. Or, to him, the seat beside her. At least, that’s what he had found it as once he had successfully stood, habitually brushed himself off, and resituated himself right beside the female, his head resting on her shoulder.

“You’re life’s not boring, babe, you’re one of the most interesting people I know. Don’t make me put a smile on your face manually,” he threatened, a smirk lingering on Reid’s features, though Jenna probably couldn’t see it, as he was still comfortable against her shoulder. “Don’t think I won’t,” he added in, laughing softly as he straightened up at her question, wrapping his arms around his knees now, cocking his head to the side. “What brings me here? Er…the birds?” Lie. Reid hates birds-- Jenna knows that, too. “Nah, uhm. The water?” Could be it. “Eh, I dunno. My sad-Jenna radar?” Bingo. He chuckled softly, chewing at his lower lip at a similar fashion before he shuffled so he was facing her more clearly.

“I just rolled out of bed, to be honest. I didn’t know where my feet were taking me. The sun was blinding me,” Reid said, huffing softly and shaking his head. It was nearly then that he realized he talked a lot-- I mean, it was obvious that a boy like Reid would have a big mouth, but his just seemed extra big. He needed to learn to shut it. “What about you?” he asked quickly, deciding to shut himself up and simply switch the spotlight back to her. Freckled irises found her, as well, a dull red brow risen. “SMILE DAMMIT!” he commanded, a playfully loud echo lingering in the air for a few moments.

Once it had faded away, Reid sighed and straightened up. “Fine,” he said, grinning rather widely as he poked her cheeks, index finger on either side of her lips as he pulled them up into a half-assed smile. “Better than nothing,” he mumbled, an octave too low for anyone but himself to hear, probably. Regardless, he held his fingers on her face, giggling childishly at the forced smile he’d made on her lips.

[jenna sullivan.]

Jenna rolled her eyes at him and stuck out her tongue. "No. I will not smile." She suppressed a laugh, trying to remain serious looking. It was hard though, with Reid there. He could always make her laugh. He'd never ever failed in the years they'd known each other. She smiled a little as he laid his head on her shoulder, making sure he couldn't see it however.

She absentmindedly played with a strand of his red hair, she had always loved it, and she let out the smallest giggle as she wrapped a strand around her finger, then gasped and clapped her hand over her mouth incase he had heard. She removed her hand to shake her head. "Nuh-uh. I am not interesting. What's interesting about me?" She cocked her head, glancing at him for a moment. "Psh, you wouldn't dare whore." Uh yeah. She had just called him a whore. She did that type of stuff.

"Hah, well, your sad-Jenna radar must work pretty fucking well." She looked down somewhat unhappily, since she had been reminded that she was in fact sad. "Ugh, I know. Good thing I had these." She pulled her large black sunglasses out of her hoodie pocket, dangling them in front of Reid before slipping them on his face out of sheer curiosity of how they looked. She nodded approvingly. "They look good on you."

"Ah, me? I don't know. It seemed to be the only place where there wasn't 50 people." Satisfied with her answer, she was about to speak when two fingers were shoved into her cheeks. She soon realized he was trying to make her smile, and she pushed his hands away and burst out laughing, a natural smile filling her face.

After her laughter died down she turned to him, a smile still on her features. "You happy now?" She giggled again, before forcing his cheeks up in a smile, just out of pleasure.

[reid callahan.]

“Tch, so you think,” Reid warned carefully, giving her a thoughtful, innocent smile as he fiddled with the ring on his left ring finger. He hummed softly, eyes shady as he finally moved them back up to the blonde, careful smirk lingering on his features. He pulled his knees to his chest, already feeling quite restless from sitting for more than two seconds-- that’s what happens to him when he’s hungry, he gets really hyper. Jenna, of all people, should know this. “BETCH! YOU DID not JUST CALL ME A WHORE!” It was almost amusing how contradictory that really was; Reid was a lot of things, but whore wasn’t even on the list to be last on it. Calling Reid a whore could just not be taken seriously, not only coming from Jenna, because it was so ridiculously untrue.

Reid straightened up, nose sticking up in the air, smirk settling once more on his lips. “What can I say? I’m basically amazing,” he reminded her, feigning stubborn honesty. Reid would never see to him being ‘amazing’, it made him laugh when even implied. Meaning, he soon broke out into a soft fit of laughter. The moment Reid’s eyes turned back to Jenna, he felt a small, cold weight on the bridge of his nose. Crossing his pupils, Reid wrinkling his nose and made a face. “Aw, thanks. I never wear sunglasses, they usually contrast with the gross colour of my hair,” he said, shrugging nonchalantly, before giving the glasses a shove up the freckled bridge of his nose. The tinted lenses definitely aided in not squinting, so he decided to leave them until Jenna decided they looked silly on him and/or wanted them back.

“Makes sense,” Reid said, nodding a bit. “Everyone seems to gather in one place, it’s ridiculous,” he added, shrugging softly. It was true; hoards of people were usually in one place, leaving the other deserted and open for clear trains of thought to run freely-- everyone needs that every now and then. Especially Reid, for some reason. Reid gets moody if he doesn’t think things out clearly; analyze them until they’re nothing but what he thinks they are. If that makes sense to you. But Reid’s thoughts and feeling easily build up until his day is so far gone that he just gets random, horrible mood swings. Those are usually the times he’d be found picking apart a peanut butter and jelly sandwich or something.

It was now unnecessary for Reid to be making the girl smile, to he let his hands fall, a grin still settled, satisfied, on his lips. “Very much so, thank you,” he said, though his words came out rather slurred and disoriented, as Jenna’s fingers were now giving his cheeks a good shove upwards. Of course, force was not necessary to make Reid smile-- especially around Jenna-- but it was still funny, in any case.

[jenna sullivan.]

She giggled a little before putting on her gangster face. "I so just fucking did." She snapped her fingers at him, falling into a fit of giggles. She cocked her head and mussed up his hair because it was just so fun to touch. She always had sudden urges to touch his hair. "Yessss. You are quite amazing." SHe took her turn to rest her head on his shoulder, scrunching up her nose and whispering, "I'ma bunny."

She sat up at his comment on his hair, pretending to be majorly pissed at him. "What did you just say, mister? She crossed her arms and gently whacked the side of his head. "I love your hair more than I love... uhm. Myself." She stuck her tongue at him. "Now take it back, unless you want me to be depressed."

With one last snide look she dropped it and nodded in agreement. "I know, right? I hate it. And i hate loads of people." She returned to her earlier position of resting her head on his shoulder, and sighed. "I prefer just two people together." She nudged him a little, giggling softly.

She put on an oversized smile just to get a laugh out of him. Her iPhone started to ring, but she ignored it, looking over sideways at Reid before giving him a peck on the cheek. It was a total meaningless thing to the two of them, but Jenna couldn't help but feel a little sad once she pulled away. She liked him that much.

[reid callahan.]

Reid’s jaw fell open slightly, slacking in strength as he attempted to pull together his faux depression. “I’M TELLING!” he recuperated, stomping his feet on the ground as if he was actually throwing a fit. Of course, he wasn’t quite that bad, so he simply erupted into laughter at the image of himself actually throwing a fit. As a kid, sure, it looked normal, but he didn’t even do such things then, so imagining himself, at seventeen, was hilarious, to say the least. Again, though, his jaw slacked and he looked over at Jenna, wide-eyes. “MY HAIRRRRRR!” he whined, scrambling to put it back in its proper places-- messy, untamed, yet controlled and styled in Reid’s own way. “Tch, I didn’t know bunnies messed up people’s hair,” he complained jokingly, words dragging as he tried to sound truly sad. It was fun watching him pout, actually; large, puffy lower lip stuck out pleadingly, grey eyes widened and grudging, and, depending on the situation, a small whine. But not today-- Jenna hadn’t earned the whine. Hell, she couldn’t even see his well put together pout, as he head was on his shoulder.

Okay, that didn’t last long, but once she had sprung up, Reid’s pout was wiped off his face and he watched her, completely wide-eyed once more. “Owwwww,” he whined, rubbing the side of his head softly, frowning fakely. “But how do you like it. It’s so…random, and different. And it looks gross on me, seriously,” he added, all seriousness now, as he slouched slightly, sighing softly. “But you being depressed makes me depressed, so whatevsss. I totals take it back,” he said, mixing up his words with the Reid lingo-- yes, the Reid lingo, he definitely has his own lingo. You’ll learn it, it’s easy to follow-- it’s just his version of gangster or valley boy type thing.

He plans to write a dictionary. With pictures of the proper gangster-esque symbols.

Either way, Reid nodded in proper agreement with the blonde. “Me too,” he said, huffing a bit. At her nudge, he laughed a bit. “Yes, it’s quiet and safe, and always fun,” he grumbled, fighting back a yawn behind his palm. The sun seemed to suck the energy right out of him, his eyes all of a sudden feeling slightly heavy. He’d get his second wind, no doubt about it, but for now, he’d just linger on the rock, eventually falling onto the ground. On purpose of course, and after her soft kiss on the cheek, but the grass was oddly comfortable. And warm. For some reason, Reid was always cold. “Mm, lay with me,” he demanded, patting the spot beside him as he rolled onto his back, looking through the cracks of the trees to see the dots of clouds.

[jenna sullivan.]

She snickered and stuck out her pink tongue. "Tattle taleeeee." She dragged out the last word, breaking into a smile. "Well they don't. Only magical bunnies like me do." Okay. So she had just dubbed herself a magical bunny. Interesting. She closed her eyes momentarily before slipping off her hot hoodie and tossing it on the ground. "God damn. I hate heat."

"Very very mucho." So she wasn't ace at Spanish. Cut her some slack. She clapped her hands excitedly. "Yay. You took it back." She smiled a little, she adored the way Reid talked. "Hah. Quiet, safe and fun. Not if your drunk.." Her tone was reasonable, but there was a hint of humor in her voice.

"Then it's not always quiet, or safe. Maybe fun, however." She giggled a little, glancing over at him. "But not in this case. Here its quiet, and safe." Safe. She always did feel safe when she was with Reid. Very, very safe. Like nothing could ever hurt her.

She watched him roll onto the ground, before standing up from the rock and plopping down next to him. She laid her head on his chest, but in a friendly way, it wasn't a hint of anything romantic. She closed hereyes and felt the warmth pounding down on her. "Mmm." She murmured, completely content.

[reid callahan.]

“Well I see someone thinks rather highly of themselves, hm? Magical now, are you?” the redhead teased, laughing softly as he shuffled in the grass slightly, mentally willing the grass stains to stay within a million feet from his white tee shirt. He would not be very happy if he got up and he had fucking grass stains littering the back of his tee shirt. Then again, he could just make Jenna come with him to do his laundry-- that which consisted of one tee shirt, but still. It was something. Before he could think any further into it, Jenna spoke and he looked at her quickly, examining her posture quietly. “Me too, but then again I don’t particularly like the cold either,” Reid said, shrugging to the best of his ability-- of course, trying to avoid those devilish little stains. “I like it right in the middle,” he concluded, nodding contently before glancing back up at the spotted clouds that he could spot from his spot on the ground.

Reid rolled his eyes lightly, finally searching for Jenna’s small figure on the rock still. His arm was still outstretched to the spot next to him, mentally willing her to come lay beside him in the grass. “Yes, but let’s remember, Reid doesn’t get drunk. So, as long as you’re with me, quiet, safe, and fun is how it’s going to be. Got a fucking probzzz?” he asked, snapping his fingers in a ‘z’ formation in front of him, in the air. Of course his pressed tone at the end was everything but serious, exactly opposite that, actually.

Finally she had decided to heed his word and lay beside him-- or, as it turned out, on top of him, pretty much. Reid didn’t mind, of course. He picked at a few strands of her hair, absently fiddling with the ends. “Missy gots split ends,” he mumbled. Of course, what Jenna may not have known was that Reid didn’t have a clue as to what split ends in someone’s hair actually look like, so he wasn’t anyone to say if she had them. Besides, he wouldn’t be so rude as to point them out-- at a time like this, to a person like Jenna. He liked her too much. “Your hair’s pretty.” Rather contradictory to his false accusation just moments before, but Reid didn’t mind. He didn’t even give the spaced comments a second thought before his mind was elsewhere; the sky, the clouds, the fresh air, the smell of pine, etcetera. It was a pretty day, and Reid would, later, voice his opinion on it probably.

[jenna sullivan.]

She snickered a little and glanced over at him. "Yesss. I am magical." She waved her arm around in the air a little, as if brandishing a wand. "Poof." She giggled and pulled her long hair over one shoulder and out of her way. She nodded in agreement with him. "Middle, yes, is perfect." Another nod followed her statement.

She glanced over at his body laying in the grass, a smiling working its way onto her face. Thats the way he made her feel. "Well yes. But Jenna here has one of those stupid 'reputations.' Therefore, I do get drunk." She made a face at the word, even though she did sometimes find the stories about sequoia girls quite entertaining. But, alas, it was true. She did get drunk. "Uh, yeah. What if i do have a fucking probzzzz?" She mimicked his tone, sticking her tongue out at him.

After she had situated herself beside him, she turned her head so she could basically see his chin. "Eww. I so do not have split ends." She whacked him a little on his leg, the only place she could really reach besides his face. And she wasn't that mean. She rolled her eyes. "Nice save, captain smooth." But she smiled at him to show that she meant it in a teasing way.

[reid callahan.]

“Then I demand a unicorn,” Reid stated simply, firmly, though clearly lighthearted as he could hardly fight the grin threatening his features. “Do not deny tehh almighty Reid his unicorn!” He can clearly remember one time, when there was horseback riding offered at camp, he and Jenna had snuck out and attached rolled up paper-- as horns-- onto the horse’s heads, dressing in all black and pretending to be all sneaky-like. Good times. Reid started laughing softly, just at the memory, and simply shook his head as he propped himself up on one of the logs carefully, adjusting the slipping headband sliding to over his forehead-- A.K.A., where it doesn’t belong. “Middle, yes, Mhmm,” he mumbled absently, eyes shutting softly. The sun beat on him perfectly, his body shuffling slightly against the leaves and twigs beneath him-- well those would be annoying to unstuck from the material of his shirt. Oh well, he’d make Jenna do it.

Reid rolled his eyes softly, though let out a laugh in a similar fashion-- softly. “Then you’ll still be safe. Because I will be right with you, breathing down your neck, telling you when you’ve had enough. And then hold your hair while you’re tossing your cookies after not listening to me.” It had happened before, only once, though, so Reid simply gave her a triumphant look and nodded slightly. “See, safe?” he repeated. At her statement, though, Reid let out some sort of bitchy ‘tch’ sound, giving her the bitchy eye and shaking his head. “I will fuckkk yoo upp, bitch asss hoe,” he said, making gangster-esque symbols with his hands, trying not to erupt into a fit of giggles-- and failing miserably. These kinds of things were just impossible to do without breaking out into a long spiel of laughter.

“Fortunately I don’t know exactly what split ends look like unless they’re on me, so you have no reason to believe me,” Reid chuckled, licking his chapped lips as he folded his arms over his chest thoughtfully. “But I’m so smooth and you’re jealous,” he prompted, this time sticking out his own tongue and giggling softly. Oh yes, Reid was a giggler around the people he was fond of-- comfortable around.