. rolling in the deep ,

[ramsey lynch]

--------- ramsey pulled the covers up over his head as his alarm went off, the hangover making the incessant buzzing sound like a fucking gunshot. he thought he'd turned that off before he'd fallen into his bed the night before, pissed, half-clothed and exhausted. stretching with a groan he slammed a hand down on the alarm, knocking it off his dresser in the process, he sat up squeezing his eyes shut before he kicked off the denim shorts he'd slept in. this was such shit. ramsey finally stood, stretching again before he made his way bleary-eyed to the attached bathroom and running into his dresser in the process, "fuck me." he rubbed awkwardly at the throbbing spot on his calf as he safely finished his journey to his bathroom, he could tell already that today was going to be fucking fabulous. he spent longer in the shower then normal letting the hot water loosen up the tense muscles of his shoulders standard practice after his friends typical drunken rugby games. the games they were no longer allowed to have at his house, apparently the landscapers weren't a fan of hosing vomit and blood off the lawns. he chuckled a little as he stepped out of the shower remembering his uptight mother's last freak out when she'd woken up to a bunch of hung-over, muddy and bruised boys on her lawn. getting dressed ramsey jumped as he heard a forceful knock on his door, "i'm coming in." came his mother voice as he struggled to pull up his jeans, buttoning them as she stepped through, looking like she'd stepped out of some business suit catalog, hair clicked back in a tight bun, highlighting her recent face lift, "what can i help you with today, mother?" he said, in a tone that was barely civil, his mother pursed her lips, "we have a dinner at the foster's to go to tonight, and you will be going." she said as he was pulling the dark shirt over his head and running a hand over his half dry hair, "we have new help, don't sleep with this one, if you please."

--------- ramsey chuckled at her words, as she moved towards his closet, "i can't make any promises, mother, it's not my fault you like them pretty." he told her, watching her pull out a few suits, "i'm merely taking advantage of your vanity..." his mother turned on him, "i have no idea what you're talking about," she said casually as she held up two suits to him, "you got monica invisible braces, paid for samantha to get her done every two weeks, i could go on..." he said taking the one she suit she shoved in his hand and tossing it across his unmade bed. "i spend more time around them then you do, excuse me if i don't want to look at quasimodo all day." she said as she headed towards his door now, "don't be late to the foster's tonight,i know you're displeased by the situation but it's the way it is." the blonde said primly, leaving the room before he could voice his displeasure with the "situation" for the millionth time. when did marriage become part of a business deal again, it's not like him or layla needed help getting a fiance, she was pretty so he really couldn't complain but it was fucking ridiculous, especially since one of his oldest friends had been in love with with since they'd all started primary together. it was times like these he hated the money. sighing, he took the leather jacket he'd tossed over his chair the night before and exited his room, heedless of his still damp hair he was pulling his arms through the sleeves when he collided with a person. his apology was poised on his lips as he reached to help up what he assumed was probably one of his sister's given the height but was frozen a little as he took in the brunette he'd knocked down, "you've got to be shitting me..." he said, gently pulling her up by her elbow looking up and down the hallway for his mother before his sapphire eyes trace ren's features, prettier and much more sober since the last time he saw her, "what are you doing here?" he asked hoping his tone didn't seem too uninviting.

--------- TAGGED ren wilson.
----------MUSIC pixie lott .. nothing compares.
---------CLOTHES in the banner.
---------NOTES failbus.