BEATING HEARTS BABY

[MACKENZIE MAY BURTON]

tags;; Oliver
Status;; complete
notes;; lyrics from The Pussycat Dolls
word count;; 740

Boys call you sexy[/right]

They say it’s dangerous for a woman to walk alone at night without some sort of pepper spray or a taser. However, it seemed that everywhere you looked in Miami, there was a woman walking alone. Mackenzie was no exception; she had been waltzing the streets at night since she was in middle school, finding all the hot spots the tourists couldn’t. People had asked her over and over why she didn’t just drive to parties, but the answer was simple. Who’s stupid enough to bring keys that are easy enough to pocket?
The sun had set hours ago but the streets were vibrant and alive with the sounds of parties and nightclubs. Tonight was like any other, people running wild through the streets, beer cans tossed about, and music blasting from inside houses with open doors. This was classic residential Miami on a Friday night; the Miami Mackenzie knew and loved.
Tonight she really had no specific plans, but more than enough invites. Mackenzie was just wandering around until she felt like actually going into a promising party. Her red high heels made a tiny click on the sidewalk as she hooked her fingers through the belt loops of her tight jean shorts. Not to mention she had her favorite black shirt with the scoop in the back. There was no way she could imagine things going badly for her tonight. However she gave herself enormous style points because a hint of red is always sexy, and what she had on underneath matched just as well.
Throughout the years Mackenzie had learned all the rules to Miami partying.
1. Don’t walk into a party uninvited.
2. Keep the men guessing, too trashy and no one wants the chase.
3. At least wear something sexy underneath.
4. Avoid blacking out at a stranger’s house.
5. Lock your cell phone before entering.
6. This isn’t Jersey Shore, guido’s are the minority.
7. This also isn’t Vegas, what happens in a party doesn’t necessarily stay there.
The rules are unspoken of course but every Miami partygoer knows how things work, and if you don’t know....good luck.
A small gust of wind blew her long wavy brown locks behind shoulders and a small sigh escaped her pink glossy lips. There was nowhere else she’d rather be besides Miami. Mack had been to plenty of places with her parents on “family trips”. They’d traveled to Sweden, Fiji, France, and even Amsterdam, but she always felt like it was missing something. Granted, there we’re hot guys with accents but it wasn’t like partying with the people she knew. There was a sever lack of inside jokes and hookups in all of those places. On the other hand, she did see some crazy international shit go down. But, despite however many miles away she was, Miami just called out to her. She knew the streets, secrets, and what parties are destined to get busted by the cops.
Mackenzie was becoming tired of wandering and finally decided that she would attend Jared’s, which thankfully was on this street. She had considered going to her friend Alyssa’s but things were never half as fun there. Jared always had good parties, and all of the people worth partying with attended. She entered the house a few moments later to find what she was looking for. A house packed with people, booze, and music; just some of Mackenzie’s favorite things.
Of course here came Jared the moment she entered the door. “Mackenzie babyyyyy, I thought you’d never make it. Your bottle’s in the fridge. ” He yelled over the music throwing his arm around her.
She removed herself from his arm and flashed him one of her winning smiles. Quickly she blew him a kiss and retreated to the kitchen to claim what was hers. There’s one person she would never hook up with. It’s just common sense, if you hook up with the host and things go bad you’d end up uninvited for the rest of your life. But you at least have to pretend like you’re interested.
Jared’s house was average sized; it had a kitchen, living room, one and a half bathrooms, three bedrooms, and a basement. And of course, his parents were never around. She grabbed her bottle of Smirnoff from the fridge and danced her way through people to the large living room where there was beer pong, dancing, and hook ups waiting to happen.

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& you don't care what they say

[OLIVER APOLLO HAYES]

girl, the way you movin'
GOT ME IN A TRANCE

Oliver was no Ke$ha. The party did not wait to start until he walked in. That was okay, though. Really, Oliver preferred it that way. Who would want to walk into a lifeless party? Everyone knew it took a while for things to really get going, and that was why most people ended up showing up late. Oliver was no exception to this rule. He was pretty popular, as far as the amount of superficial friends he had went. He was a pretty fun guy to be around, always cracking jokes, hitting on girls, doing something crazy when he was drunk. But he also had a bit of a temper on him, which ended more nights than not with a fight of some kind. He had friends that hung up with him purely for this reason. They liked cheering him on when he got pissed off, they liked the fact he would kick almost any guy’s ass for almost any reason. It was his way of being strong, untouchable.

Of course, that wasn’t true. There were several times when he had gotten his ass kicked by people, either because they had back up and he didn’t, or because they were a 350 pound 6’5” football player that he simply did not have a chance against when the guy practiced tackling another human being for hours everyday. But Oliver had managed to learn some tricks in his time picking fights, so most of the time, even if he couldn’t win, he managed to hold his own until someone broke them up. He knew it sounded ridiculous to a lot of people, but he liked the attention that the fights got him. They gave him respect from guys, admiration from some of the ladies, and most of the time they gave his ego a nice little boost.

All of that being said, Oliver never walked into a party thinking about the fight he was going to get into that night. Well, unless he was pissed off before the party began. But most of the time his intentions were simply to get in there, get wasted, hook up with a gorgeous, tanned girl, and sleep with a smile on his face for the rest of the night. So his intentions as he walked along the sidewalk toward Jared’s house were, for the most part, good. He strolled down the street, the heat lingering from the warm Miami day beating on his skin. It was getting late, so Oliver knew the party would be in full swing by the time he got there.

It was obvious which house was Jared’s by the countless teenagers hanging out on the large patio and sprawled on chairs. Not to mention that you could feel the music shaking the ground before you could even hear it. Oli cracked a smile as he approached the door. Jared’s parties were some of the best ever known to high school students, so this should be a good one. It wasn’t even that Jared and Oliver were close or anything. They both liked the party scene, and Jared knew Oliver was good entertainment as far as parties went, but they weren’t anything like real friends. Besides the occasional greeting in the hallway, they never spoke or drunken shout outs at parties, the two never spoke.

Oliver opened the door and entered a wave of teenagers, ranging from high school freshman that had no idea in the slightest what they were doing, but obviously a little tipsy, to a few college students that used to know Jared before they graduated and ditched the high school scene. That was how epic Jared’s parties were. College students came. The music was loud and the bass was high. People began talking to Oliver as soon as he walked into the door. Several friends came to greet him, patted his back, said hello. The first thing Oli did was go and look for some beer, which he found a good variety of in coolers. He grabbed a Corona and opened it, taking a long sip before escaping into the dancing crowd to go find someone to talk to.

A few more people said hi, and one of his friends came over and began talking to him. Oliver talked to him just to be polite, but he kept an eye out for a girl to talk to. No one was really catching his eye. After a few minutes and a craving for more beer, he spotted a girl that he had slept with a couple weeks ago, and he knew it was then he should make his escape back to the kitchen. He got rid of his empty beer can and picked up another. He glanced around the room. A few girls giggled as they sipped some alcoholic beverage from a red cup and eyed boys walking in and out of the kitchen. Oliver rolled his eyes and chuckled to himself. Freshmen.

“You’re Oliver Hayes, right? I saw you at another party a few days ago. You’re soooooo much cuter up close!” Oli hadn’t even seen this girl walk up to him, but it was obvious that she had been drinking more than a little bit too much, and she was practically falling out of her top. Her cup was tilted dangerously to the side as she stared intensely at him. He glanced at her hair. It was almost white from all of the chemicals she had been putting into it. Oliver wasn’t into bleach blondes. He pretended he hadn’t heard her and simply walked away.

Almost immediately after walking into the living room he spotted a familiar figure in front of him with pleasantly non-bleached hair. He stepped in front of her and smiled at the pretty senior and smiled. “Hey, gorgeous,” he greeted her over the music. He glanced at the bottle of alcohol in her hand and chuckled to himself. “Got your own bottle?” What a spoiled girl. But he liked knowing in the back of his mind that Kenzie was the kind of girl that got what she wanted.

status , finished.
tag , kenzie
word count , one thousand and fifteen.
notes , sorry it's so late and it sucks.
credits , lyrics to waka. coding and shiz to tina. holla.

[MACKENZIE MAY BURTON]

tags;; olive
word count;; 964
notes;; yours did not suck!
lyrics;; run this town by jay-z ft. rhianna
i'm addicted

To put it lightly, Mackenzie was bored. The feeling was incredibly odd for her, there had only been one or two times where she had been bored or unimpressed at a party. It seemed that every time she turned around there was another burst of freshman and sophomores busting through in effort to get acquainted with the party scene. She watched as groups of young girls wasted, for probably their first time, teetered by her giggling and tripping in what looked like their brand new stilettos. Mack could hardly remember the last time her tolerance was that low. It was hard for Mackenzie not to chuckle at them or the boys that dared one another to talk to girls they’d never have a chance with. She sighed looking around as she remembered her first time at Jared’s.

“Mack pleaseeeeeee!” Alyssa begged. “Fine fine! We’ll go!” Mackenzie finally agreed as Alyssa squealed with excitement. It wasn’t that Mackenzie didn’t want to go to the party; she just didn’t want their first real party experience to end up in some kind of brochure about teens abusing alcohol. In the blink of an eye Mackenzie and Alyssa were running down the street in their beat up Chuck Taylors and matching shorts and t-shirts headed to Jared’s house. When they saw the countless teenagers hanging out on the patio there was no doubt they had found the party. Mackenzie looked over at Alyssa who was clearly shell-shocked and grabbed her hand leading her in, “What’s the worst that could happen Lyss?” Mackenzie mused. Mack never did hear her answer as they entered the house that night. For all she knew, Alyssa never said a word and she had been imagining things.

With a large shove Mackenzie let the memory fade as she reentered reality. Mackenzie’s head snapped over to the girl that had bumped her and her brown eyes followed her. That poor stupid girl. A vicious smile formed on Mack’s face as she let the girl get settled back with her friends by a cooler of beer and a few college guys. She waited a moment and calmly walked over. It wasn’t until she shoved through the bitch and all of her friends that she really enjoyed herself. She bent over, picked up a beer from the cooler and handed it to the closest male that grinned from ear to ear. Mackenzie blew him a kiss and turned back to the girls, “Amateurs” she said easily and walked away.

Mack put her bottle to her mouth and smiled instantly feeling success. The alcohol put her back into a better mood, one where she wasn’t in such a rush to have all the attention. The tangy flavor of green apple vodka washed over her like a wave of happiness. Green Apple Smirnoff, Jared really had been paying attention to her.
She took a few more sips as she walked around the living room scouting for someone good to flirt with. In the corner there was someone she slept with, next to him there was someone she made out with, at the beer pong table there were horny college guys, and everywhere she looked she was unimpressed. Were the days of hot men drinking beers gone? Mackenzie had a few people come up and say hi, but they were really just acquaintances, people Mack could hardly care about.

Mackenzie finally settled herself against the back of the worn out couch in the living room. She looked down at the bottle and swirled the contents around absent-mindedly.

Mackenzie held her breath as she listened in on her parent’s dinner. “Well, what are we supposed to do with her Jack?” her mother said staring at her husband across the table. Jack looked up at her and shrugged, “She’s what? Ten? She’ll be fine” Jack said ignoring her stare and biting into his piece of chicken. Camille shook her head at him, “No Jack, she’s seven” she replied coolly. Jack just shrugged again, “So, she’ll stay in the East Wing. I don’t get why this is so groundbreaking Cam. It’s not like we really intended for this to happen anyways” he replied swirling his wine in the glass.

Instantaneously Mack stopped swirling her bottle. She looked around the party and smiled, this was her scene and there was no reason she should be depriving herself of a good time. There was no way she would let her memories get in the way. She leaned back on the back of the couch and smiled as a familiar face stood in front of her. Oliver Hayes. She listened to him greet her and comment on her bottle and laughed a little smiling back at him. Mackenzie couldn’t help but look him up and down; Oliver was one good looking boy.

“Looking good Olive” she said to him over the music. She looked down at her bottle and then back at him, “I always get my own, but I’ll share if you want” she replied smiling. Oliver always seemed to pop up at the same parties and Mackenzie found it incredibly hard not to glance over at him. “Missed seeing you at Danny’s the other night. Such a pity, I would’ve loved a better beer pong partner, and the dancing was hot.” she commented. They were more party friends than anything but drinking the night away and having a good time with Oliver was not something she had any complaints about whatsoever. Mack always felt that they had a bit of a friendly rivalry, always one upping the other for the spotlight. Maybe it was their continuous competition that fueled their sexual tension, but either way Mack didn’t have the desire to stop it. In her opinion, it only made things hotter.

to the thrill

[OLIVER APOLLO HAYES]

girl, the way you movin'
GOT ME IN A TRANCE

Anyone who knew Oliver as a child would never have expected this future for him. He was always quiet at home, taking the attention he could and usually going to read or play on the computer when he couldn’t. He was dragged along to his brother’s football, baseball, basketball games, but he stayed quiet and played with his little brother instead of cheering his older brother on. Then they all got older, his dad got cancer, and everything changed. Wallie continued to play football and get attention from that, and Joseph would perform with one of his many different instruments and get attention from that, and it was impossible for his father not to get attention from the constant treatment and sickness he was going through. Of course, Oliver didn’t have the kind of talents that were easy to be displayed to the world. His talents were the type that people took for granted.

He tried to deal with it, but he soon found himself craving attention. It was barely like he lived in his house. His father was always suffering, but he tried to be supportive of his children. Even though Oliver knew that, he had a hard time accepting it as enough. Julia, his mother, put as much time and effort into her family as she could, but somehow Oliver was always forgotten. If it wasn’t her job to keep the family afloat, it was driving to Wallie’s game, or Manny’s treatment, or Joseph’s performance. There was just never time for Oliver.

So Oliver, craving attention like he always did, finally decided to do something about it. And his grades instantly started falling. It wasn’t like he was getting praised for them anymore. He simply stopped doing homework and participating in class. Even so, his natural intelligence wouldn’t allow him to do that poorly. With minimal effort he was still acing tests and quizzes, but eventually that wasn’t enough to keep him going. He waited for the attention. He waited for his parents to be disappointed in him, to yell at him, but it never happened. They made a comment to him here and there, but it wasn’t the kind of attention that he had been hoping for. It wasn’t enough. So he began to go out and do things that he knew he shouldn’t be doing. His parents weren’t concerned with him being out of the house as much as he was. They barely noticed that he was gone at all. They never asked him where he was going. Even his older brother who he ran into at the occasional party would just pretend not to see him.

Now Oliver had become someone that no one from his past would have expected. The nice, smart boy with an extremely promising future had become someone with failing grades that he was trying to pull back up and killed brain cells on a regular basis through alcohol consumption. No one questioned why he partied so much or hooked up with girls like he did. Everyone in Miami did it. He was just like everyone else. And it did kind of help. He didn’t get attention at home, but he got it at parties, through his reputation. Still, he wasn’t willing to let people get close to him. No one knew what went on with him at home, and he planned on keeping in that way.

He grinned at her compliment. Kenzie was the kind of girl that Oliver liked. She was gorgeous, of course, but she was fun to be around and she went to all of the parties that he went to. It was impossible not to run into her, not to notice her. He waved his free hand dismissively of her compliment. “Nothing compared to how good you’re looking tonight,”

[/color] he assured her. He grinned at her. Sweet girl to offer to share her bottle, but I knew she didn’t really want to. It was okay with him. He was perfectly happy with his beer. “No. It’s yours. I couldn’t ask you to part with Smirnoff.”[/color]

Oliver thought back to Danny’s party a few nights ago. His brother had a performance and his father needed to be picked up from treatment. His mother went to watch Joseph and Wallie had to work late, leaving Oliver to pick up his father. It should only take a little bit of time, but it always took longer than it should. And Oliver had to stay home with him and tend to him at least until someone else got home. By the time someone did get home, his brother, Oliver was too exhausted to go out. When he didn’t hit a party that was usually the reason behind it. When people asked him, he’d usually just say that he was tired or didn’t feel like going out or had found some girl to hook up with. Basically, he’d lie.

Still, he put a smile on his face. “Wish I could have been there. I am King of Beer Pong.”[/color] It was basically the first thing that he had been introduced to him when he had joined the party scene. It was the one sporty thing that he could do, probably because it was completely fake sporty. He took a small step closer to the girl in front of him and questioned, “Would I have been lucky enough to dance with you?”[/color] Kenzie was kind of like the princess of a rival country. She was powerful, but Oliver always felt in competition with her. Still, he knew that if they came together, they would be much more powerful than they ever were apart. So Oliver was going to do what he could to woo the girl. He knew that if he slept with her, it would complicate things and they’d never be able to rule together. Still, he knew he would sleep with her one day. And he hoped that day would be today.

status , finished.
tag , kenzie
word count , nine hundred and ninety-two.
notes , still kinda sucky. xD
credits , lyrics to waka. coding and shiz to tina. holla.
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[MACKENZIE MAY BURTON]

tags;; Olive
status;; complete
lyrics;; rocketeer, far east movement
words;; 980
notes;; I feel horrible it took this long to post!

Up, up here we go

Out of all of the things that Mackenzie was, she was not stupid. After building her reputation from the sweet girl in middle school to the party girl in high school, Mackenzie knew people weren’t looking to her for test answers. Her friends just figured that like anyone that went out and partied as frequently as she did, there was no way your grades could stay in good standings. Of course, they were wrong. Mackenzie had always been a relatively good student. She did her work, passed her tests, got a relatively high SAT score, and did all of it while keeping up socially. But whatever she did in work, she matched in play.

With that in mind, Mackenzie knew that Oliver had thrown the ball back into her side of the court. She was smart enough to see that. There was something about her dear party buddy that told her he wasn’t just interested in their normal hi and bye party routine. This alone relinquished any lasting boredom she felt and her interest peaked. After years of going to parties and playing the same flirty game with countless guys, Mackenzie knew how to get what she wanted. Not to mention she was used to getting what she wanted. She tried to avoid feeling entitled to anything (especially since Miami was an easy come-easy go kind of place) in general, but when she wanted something there was no way she was going to give up. Mack knew games like this all too well; she knew that if she didn’t play her cards right things could slip from her control in an instant. Luckily, she had always been strategic but she felt like tonight she may or may not have the upper hand. The game was always different when Oliver was involved.

When she looked at Oliver she almost imagined them playing some intense game of chess, or checkers, or something. Or they were in a serious fencing battle. One of them always needed to be winning in their imaginary game. Oliver was the kind of guy Mackenzie found irresistible. He was ridiculously tall, had a great smile, and was a challenge. But Oliver had a bad habit of annoying the hell out of Mack. Right as she was in the lead, Oliver would come and stomp all over it and take all of the attention away. Mackenzie hated that feeling, the feeling of being completely left in the dark. She had been ignored most of her life unless she was doing something stupid and when Oliver took away her spotlight she felt like she needed it back immediately. No matter how hot Oliver Hayes was, he could really grind her nerves. However, Mackenzie always reminded herself that it was more advantageous to be on Oliver’s better side. He had a nasty temper and knew a lot of people; Oliver had just as much of a social pull as she did. That idea alone made her cringe.

Mackenzie shrugged as she looked down at her bottle, “Suit yourself, I’m not too big on sharing anyways” she said taking a tiny sip. Mack noticed her bottle had hit the halfway mark and she decided to take a small break, she wanted this bottle to last. It wasn’t like Mack didn’t drink beer, she did, but there was something about her green apple vodka that made her want to drink in moderation. Plus, she learned that it was best to have beer before liquor, and by the time she’d be done with her Smirnoff the beer supply here would be low. She rolled her eyes as he called himself the King of BP, from what she heard he pretty much was, but she wasn’t about to feed his ego. “Yeah, I hear you’re alright.”

She looked around him as he stepped closer looking at the party going on. After all, Mackenzie didn’t want to give him all of her attention, she needed him on his toes. She smiled seeing that her surroundings had livened up quite a bit. There was more commotion than before and the booze was starting to make an impact on people. Everyone had become a lot louder, the music was turned up, and Mack knew that something was going to go down soon. She just wondered what crazy scene was getting ready to take place. Of course, if she drank too much she could be the cause of another party story. But that was the exact reason that people in Miami went to parties, besides hooking up, everyone wanted to know what was going to happen next. Mack had been to plenty of parties and could tell anyone a crazy story, but the craziest usually came out of parties like Jared’s. The bigger the party, the better the story. She chuckled as she watched a group of kids dig out a sharpie and run over to draw on some kids face that was passed out in a chair. There was a classic rule, don’t fall asleep with your shoes on.

Looking back at Oliver she smirked. Would he have been lucky enough? She stifled a small laugh, he was laying it on thick tonight. Mackenzie stopped leaning on the back of the worn down couch and stood face to face with Oliver. Or rather as close to face to face as she could get, her heels could only make her so tall. There was now hardly any space between them and she lifted her face just slightly to look at his. Her free hand traveled to his shoulder and soon enough her fingers were playing around with the collar of his shirt. Mackenzie looked at him innocently, knowing that she was anything but innocent at the moment. “That’s funny Olive, last I heard you weren’t much of a dancer. Did you have a sudden change of heart or something?”

where it stops nobody knows*