Mixed my medicine (Blaine/Oz)

[adele rent baker]

Is it the way that you DANCE?

GORGEOUS NIGHTMARE

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Thats causing me to FREAK
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Adele rolled over on her bed, stealing a glance at the alarm clock. Two already?! She sighed and jumped out of bed. Now, how sad this was. Her floor was viewable and her bed side table had three cups on it. Her door was opened a crack "Oh your awake? Clean your room!"

[/color] That was obviously her father speaking. With a beautiful eye roll she decided it was a worth a shot. Besides, roaches disgusted her. If one of those things showed up she would move out.

She made up her bed and threw the dishes in the kitchen. It was as she was carrying a load of laundry to the hamper something strange fell out; and it almost made her laugh obscenely. Sneaky Blaine left his underwear.She knew they were Blaine's, she wasn't a slut lately. She quickly grabbed up the pants and hid them against her chest. It would have been the worse if her father or sister had found those. Adele didn't even want to think of punishment for that one, she had gotten grounded for a month for accidentally bringing up the club. She snickered to herself as she got rid of the rest of the clothes and jogged back to her room. Just to be careful she locked the door to her room.

It didn't take long for her to decide between sexy or casual. Sexy all the way, every time. Casual was for boring family time. As she searched through her closet she took out her favorite black strapped pumps, and her blue tube dress. The dress was quite snug and supported her figure nicely, but as she looked in the mirror something was missing...Stockings! That was it. She threw off the shoes long enough to put on a pair of fishnets, and another look in the mirror and she felt set. She sat down in front of her vanity and began to work on face and hair. She just straight hair and made it appear "messy" and then did her signature red lips and eyeshadow.

Not thirty minutes later she had the pants and was safely tucked into her car. Blaine and Adele had a pretty odd relationship. Honestly, she wouldn't call it that. She was trying to figure if she had feelings, and something inside told her she did. It might be because she had to do more than wag her ass for Blaine, she didn't know. She thought it was funny, someone actually showing any type of thought besides sex to her. It wasn't something she was use too. She liked Blaine well enough, his body was exceptional and all. There were two nights she wouldn't forget, when they first met and when he called the damn cops when she told him not too.

Pulling up to his shabby apartment she put the car and park and settled. Checking herself out in the mirror she nabbed a way a tiny, almost unnoticeable stray line of eyeliner. She then grabbed the stray underwear and headed to his place. Knocking loudly on the door she put one hand on her hip and let the underwear dangle on her finger. It would be the first thing he would see when he walked out. Hopefully he was home, that would be plum embarrassing. [/center][/size]

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Mkay so this thread is complete and has I dunno, words to prove it.Adele is wearing this!.But as for any Last regrets I mean notes, I am sorry its poop, and ignore the fact that is says "Juat tonight" I already made one with "Just Tonight".Moving on, the credit to this template is all ME! but not the song. The song is Gorgeous Nightmare by the epic band called Escape The Fate

[blaine mackinnley o'callaghan]

But he'll be alright

'cus he's a scumbag don't you know

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It was gone half two in the afternoon but Blaine had only just got up and dressed, his sleep pattern completely wrecked from the late nights he was putting in at work. He couldn’t moan about it too much- it was amazing he had actually found somewhere to take him on in the first place, considering his criminal record. Still, in this job, a slightly dodgy character was probably preferable. Working behind the bar in a pretty grotty pub with even more grotty clientele, Blaine had got the vacancy clearly not for his stunning people skills but for his ability to physically control and remove the all too frequently rowdy punters. Using his fists and his fear factor to make a living hadn’t exactly been the change Blaine had planned for his American life but money was money and as long as it kept the debt collectors off his back, it was a good enough job for him.

Blaine rested his feet upon the coffee table, spooning cereal into his mouth and trying in vain to find something vaguely interesting on the tv. Although the brand spanking new coffee table did well in covering up the huge fall out of a few months previously, not everything had proved so easy to sort out and fix. Blaine had heard not a word from his brother since that evening many months ago. He presumed from the lack of police contact that Oz wasn’t dead; although even that was a long shot assumption, but knew nothing of his whereabouts or how he was doing. It was unfortunate, and Blaine had hoped things would never come to this, but at the end of the day, Oz left out of his own free will. Blaine refused to beat himself up over it day after day when Oz had chosen himself to leave. It was tough, but that was life.

Things had of course changed since Oz left; not particularly changed for the better or worse, just changed. Blaine was now working whilst trying to keep up with college and he and Adele had got closer as he took the girl protectively under his wing.. and occasionally into his bed. The one major thing which had rocked life over the past months had been Adele losing her baby, but they had managed to get through this pretty well all things considered. The fact however that Oz was still unaware of the loss of his child, despite his complete rejection of the situation, was pretty far from ideal. Overall though, life had neither crashed to the floor nor become suddenly perfect since Oz had disappeared. Perhaps Oz had hoped for some more dramatic effect from his exit but, in all honestly, things had just kind of muddled along without him.

Hearing a loud knock, Blaine placed the remote and the cereal bowl down on the coffee table and made his way to the entrance hall, kicking discarded shoes out of the way as got towards the front door. However much he hated it, each time the door went a small part of Blaine’s mind held out hope that he might be Oz. Hope was perhaps a strong word for how they left things but just to know that Oz was alive, even if he still hated Blaine, would serve as some comfort and relief. As he opened the door however to be confronted by a pair of his own underwear and, behind them, a scantily clad blonde, Blaine knew that once again this wasn’t Oz. As things go though, the arrival of his underdressed lover wasn’t the most inferior of second best situations.

”Adele” Blaine said, somewhat surprised and raising his eyebrow at the underpants which hung over Adele’s neatly manicured finger. ”What...where..” he asked, somewhat baffled, not remembering any time where he had left his underwear with her but not knowing exactly what to ask as to enquire into this. ”Whatever” he finally shrugged, deciding he actually wasn’t that concerned about the story of the underpants after all. ”Come i..” he began, stopping dead as he spotted somebody else approaching the flat. Surely not? Blaine stared over Adele’s shoulder and squinted his eyes in confusion at the next visitor heading this way, not quite wanting to believe what he was seeing.

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[oscar rowan o'callaghan]

[/i] Blaine by his side; he missed them being brothers. When they were fighting together rather than against one another, when they stood as a solid representation of the O'Callaghan brothers. Ireland had been their home, and it had really been home for them. Perhaps Blaine could trick himself into thinking that Lipton was their new home, but Oz knew better. He didn't miss Ireland as much as he missed the brothers they had been before Blaine had gone to prison and served time. Oz remembered being in the police station, watching them take his brother away. He'd fed them lies to cover up what had happened but they'd caught a lot of drugs on Blaine - enough to sentence him. Plus, throwing one O'Callaghan brother into a cell was just as good as throwing them both in. They had come as a pair.

Throwing Blaine into prison hadn't stopped them though; it had only made Oz go out and seek independence from his brother, because what else could he do? Having found he didn't need his brother by his side, the person Blaine had met upon his release had been incredibly different from the one he'd seen going in. Likewise, the Blaine who left the confines of the prison wall was miles away from the Blaine who had walked in. Both brothers had changed, Blaine because he'd done somebody else's time, and Oz, because he'd spent that time doing anything but dwell on what had happened.

There was no luck of the Irish for the O'Callaghan brothers, just the constant pitfalls that life continued to throw at them. Oz has walked out on his brother and hadn't so much as phoned or sent a text, not even at Christmas. He'd left his brother utterly alone, but he knew Blaine could handle it. Oz doubted very much that Blaine had worried for his safety or been concerned for him. Oz had muddled through just fine, and spent a lot of time in various different places across the country. He was itching to travel more, but the silence that had been the companion to his travels had only allowed to remind him of two things; how terrible things had been when he'd felt alone after Blaine went to prison, and what was happening with Adele.

So, Oz had become homeward bound; as much as Lipton was home. Home was the O'Callaghan brothers being together, that was the mentality of home in Oz's mind. He'd never tell his brother that though; never tell him that he missed him, that he owed him so much. Those were words that Oz didn't think he'd ever muster up the strength to say. Returning home was a step in the right direction, he thought. Maybe their time apart would have changed them both again.

Approaching the run down house that they rented, Oz briefly wondered if Blaine had moved. He might not even live there anymore; but then he knew his brother and figured he'd probably stay put. If he had a job, he'd stay in the same place and knuckle down. At first Oz thought he had got the wrong house, a blonde was standing at the pathway. However, he began to recognise her. Adele - a very not pregnant, slightly under-dressed Adele. Shock ran through Oz's body, sudden and confused. Not to mention she was quite clearly holding up what appeared to be a pair of his brother's pants.

Pushing the gate open Oz started up the path, catching sight of his brother's face, full of equal shock and disbelief.
"Jesus, tell me she's doing your fuckin' washin'," Oz muttered, as a greeting to the pair of them. What was he supposed to gather from this scenario? Adele wasn't pregnant, she had his brother's pants in her hand and she looked a street corner away from being paid for whatever it was she had come round to say to his brother. Oz had gathered Blaine had felt something for Adele, that had at least occured to him when his brother had been smashing him through a coffee table, but he'd never thought that they would get together... It seemed a lot had changed in his absence.[/color][/size][/ul]

[adele rent baker]

Is it the way that you SPEAK?

GORGEOUS NIGHTMARE

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Thats causing me to FREAK
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Adele's brow slightly raised when Blaine walked out as she red lips firmed a smirk. "Oh Blaine, not as sneaky as we thought, huh?"

[/color]Adele said with a hint of enjoyment. She almost chuckled again. Instead she caught Blaine's gaze, and his random stop in his speech. His gaze had drifted from her to something further away, and she turned to look automatically. At first all she saw was someone walking, a lone figure. As the figure came closer it hit her. It was not just anyone. She felt her heart skip a slight beat as well. It was someone Adele had been thinking she would never see again.Well what the hell..

It was Oz O'Callaghan the stray little brother. He had been gone for almost a year now, if not more. She hadn't been counting. Suddenly, she wished she had worn her casual outfit. The appearance of the brother hadn't even crossed her mind, and if it wasn't for her mind wandering away some days she would have forgotten all about him. Him and Adele hadn't had much, well besides sex of course. That's where the scheme for her pregnancy had popped up from. She would be telling a white lie if she said she hadn't used Oz to play her little game. She gave a quick glance to Blaine, and damn, using Oz hadn't been in vain. Her face registered didn't register any shock that she felt, but more of a weary expression.

She rolled her eyes at his comment, well guess who didn't change when he skipped town? She straightened her posture and pushed the pants into Blaine's chest. "Welcome back to you too"[/color] Adele snapped. His way of approaching already had her bristling and ready to snap comments. She sighed softly "There goes my evening[/color] She muttered quietly under her breath. She had wanted to show up at Blaines, make a funny comment, and have a little fun. Not show up,Make her witty comment, and end up dealing with his brother. Adele didn't really want to be here when the two came to blows again. But the thrill of a spout was all that kept her from backing away slowly and driving home. Well that and all the time spent looking this fine of course.

As she stood there looking like a prostitute, she wondered what would happen. Would the two brothers have another spout? From what she had collected she knew the two brothers didn't have an amazing relationship, if they had one at all, but was it really so bad they would break out in fight..Eh. She flipped her hair back off her shoulder. She didn't feel like standing in the middle of the brothers. If they began to fight, verbally or physically, she didn't want to be in the middle of it. As an immature kid, her mind began to wonder to that episode of Jersey Shore were Snooki got punched out. Just fist pumping than BAM; punch in the face. Well she hadn't actually see nthat episdoe..

Adele couldn't possibly take all the blame for the boys rocky relationship. From what she had found out (which wasn't a lot) something or some other had happened in Ireland, where the boys came from. Anything past that was lost on her, and she didn't want to pry. It was mostly she didn't care enough to pry, even if she did think she had some feelings. She shifted on her feet again and crossed her arms. As she gave another glance to Oz she couldn't help but remember she did have a school sweatshirt in her car.Air thick with tension, she began to pick at her lip. Old habits died hard and her manicured fingernails had fun pulling at the skin of her lips. She shifted again and looked between the two brothers wearily. The only thing she had done was fake being pregnant, but maybe the put it over the top. She didn't know. She didn't know enough about either one to know what had really happened. [/center][/size]

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Mkay so this thread is complete and has I lots of words to prove it.Adele is wearing this!.But as for any Last regrets I mean notes, Rambly rambly Madison, I had muse but I didn't know what to write.Moving on, the credit to this template is all ME! but not the song. The song is Gorgeous Nightmare by the epic band called Escape The Fate

[blaine mackinnley o'callaghan]

If Blaine had thought about Oz returning at some point, this was probably not the scenario he would have ever had in his mind for how exactly the grand reunion would be staged. It wasn’t after all ideal to be standing on your doorstep with your begrudgingly returned brother staring right at you as the girl he got pregnant is shoving your underpants in your direction. No, that was definitely not how Blaine would have chosen to do this. But then he was quite aware that few things in life you do get a choice over and even when you do, it’s all too easy to make the wrong decision and fuck things up. So this was just how it would have to be- Oz, Adele and Blaine; a cosy little meeting on the front porch.

Blaine’s fixed stare was eventually knocked by Oz’s comment. A standard witty and dead-panned one liner that Blaine had come to expect from his brother. This awkward moment may not be ideal in Blaine’s mind but at least it gave Oz the opportunity to give a snarky comment as his first greeting upon his return. The boy was probably quite pleased of the fact. Blaine decided to semi-ignore his brother’s snipe, deciding that even if there was some sarcastic comment about their menage a trois he could throw back at him, now was neither the time nor the place. Launching a comeback in Oz’s direction would only rile the pair of them up and, considering how things were left, the brothers could all too easily end up again- quite literally- at each others throats. With Adele standing right in the middle of this potentially volatile situation, Blaine decided to just keep the peace. At least as much peace as there could possibly be between two short tempered Irishmen each holding a grudge.

Feeling Adele shoving his pants into his chest- suddenly eager to rid herself of the questionable accessory to her slutty get-up- Blaine grabbed the underwear and clutched them, looking a little perplexed as to what he could actually do with them right now. Not coming up with any better solution, he simply stuffed them into the pocket of his jeans, deciding to deal with them only after more pressing issues had been attended to. ”Christ, you’re not dead then” he said coolly to his brother, lacking the emotion that Oz probably needed to let him know he was cared about. It was harsh. Blaine was the older one, the more mature one. If anyone was to begin to make things up between the pair of them, it should be him. But right now he was just too proud and too stubborn to say anything nicer to his younger sibling.