a good idea to train? //OPEN

[ALYSON MARIE WATERS]

Alyson was at the ready, she was waiting until the buzzing noise in her head went off. She looked at her left, nothing, she looked to her right, nothing. She wore a Speedo swimsuit and her hair was pulled back into a tight bun and goggles were on her eyes. She got bored in her dorm and just decided to train. She closed her eyes and relaxed, leaning back and eventually sitting on the board.

She pulled her hair down and let it flow against her shoulders and took off her goggles. Alyson sighed and looked around, she was alone, which was normal now. Stress has taken over her life with college starting back up again and the pregnancy.

Mainly the pregnancy. Alyson's mind was racing now, at the possibility of Eric being the father. Everything was fuzzy from that night, but one of her friends that was there that night said that she remembers a dark haired guy that was taller than her, full of muscles, but that was it, and that was the description that fit Eric.

Alyson groaned and slipped down into the water, dropping down into it, holding her breath before swimming up to the surface and she looked around after wiping the water from her eyes. She started swimming towards the other side in a simple stroke.

[MOLLY ADELAIDE DERELICT]

I'M SO SORRY I'M NOT SORRY

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The pool was the last place anybody would find Molly. She was more likely to be found tanning at the beach than at the pool room door contemplating whether or not she should enter. She didn't know how to swim so anytime she risked going near the water there was a long thinking process involved. It scared her really. Sometimes when she was at the beach she'd go in the water, but she would never let herself go in farther than her elbows and she hated walking on the docks because she could watch the water get deeper until she couldn't see the bottom and when she couldn't see the bottom she couldn't see the potential for using the ground to save herself and when she couldn't use the ground to save herself she would feel as though she would drown and... Well, that would be embaressing. In high school, during her stay at a foster home, one of the neighborhood boys who fancied hearing her squeals would throw her over his shoulder and wade into the water. He would get what he wanted; Molly would squeal and squirm until he brought her back to solid ground. One time though, he picked her up and ran off of the dock; he ended up saving her life. She didn't thank him much, she just shoved him away and stalked off. Molly had avoided him until she was sent back to the orphanage in New York a week later.

It was probably safer for her to hang around the beach since there were lifeguards on duty at all times. At the pool there were only lifeguards every now and then; the door held a sign that said, "swim at own risk." To Molly, that was a dare. She made up her mind and pushed open the door. She stripped down to her bikini and left her clothes in a little pile with her flip flops on top. The mountain was then covered with her towel. Then Molly tied her hair back and walked towards the pool.

The motion in the water captivated her. The girl was a graceful swimmer, it couldn't be denied; Molly became envious. She always became envious when it came to things like that. If only she had had the time and the patience to learn to mater a skill like that. In time it would come, she decided.

She walked around to the end of the pool that the girl was swimming to and looked down at the girl when she reached the edge. "Why hello there Alyson," she gave the girl a fake smile that looked real enough. They had been party buddies for a bit; Molly just dragged her around to a few. Alyson was just somebody for Molly to walk in with. Sometimes Molly actually enjoyed the other girl's company, but Molly was the bad influence. Eventually it would be the good girl to give her a kick in the butt. And that's what happened. Molly normally was the girl that would get the guy at the end of parties, yet this time she watched as Alyson - drunk as ever - was captivated by quite the catch. Needless to say Molly got a little jealous wondering what that boy could've seen in her through his drunken eyes. Molly had never seen Alyson that wasted. A friend would've pulled the girl out of the situation, but these two weren't friends. Molly just walked away, giving the girl what she thought she deserved (or what she thought the boy didn't deserve). It was what she did best.

I SAY I AM, BUT REALLY . . .

TEMPLATE [C] ALLIE; NOTES [wow i rambled a lot, sorry]
LYRICS [C] KE$HA'S "A BAD GIRL'S LAMENT"
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[ALYSON MARIE WATERS]

Alyson came up and squeezed out the water that was in her hair before hearing the voice. She opened one eye before spitting out some water and shaking her hair. “Molly.” She stated. She pulled herself up on the edge and pulled her hair back behind her shoulders before letting go, it staying back because of the water. “Haven’t seen you in a while.” She said. She was bitter towards the girl, she once thought that Molly was a friend before she was told that she ditched her at the party. She looked at the water and watched her feet as they went up and down on their own.

She didn’t make eye contact with the other. She was hoping to avoid Molly but she managed to pop up. Alyson slipped into the water, “What…do you want?” she asked, finally looking over at the girl. Alyson soon got suspicious, so she asked. Molly didn’t just talk to people that she didn’t like, so she may of wanted something. She knew Molly just that well. Alyson moved her arms around a bit as she moved her legs to keep her afloat and her hair was fanned out behind her.
(sorry for the crappy reply, but I wanted to get one up for you))

[MOLLY ADELAIDE DERELICT]

I'M SO SORRY I'M NOT SORRY

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Molly sensed the bitterness in the girl; it seemed that Alyson had heard about Molly ditching her. Molly had a perfectly reasonable "excuse" though. She could just say something silly like, it looked like you wanted him - or - who was I to interrupt? Surely those weren't the reasoning for her leaving, yet they were seemingly valid. Anybody else could easily say them, and they would get an argument too. It'd go along the lines of, 'well, you saw how drunk I was,' and the rebuttal would be, 'yeah, well I was drunk too,' and so on and so forth. "Yeah, you've been missing out on some great nights," Molly told the girl, taking a seat on the edge of the pool and dangling her feet in the water. It was a little chillier than expected, but it was a welcoming sort of cool.

Molly made a show of being taken aback by the girl's question. "What do I want?" Molly repeated. "Well, that's not the friendliest of tones. Am I not allowed to simply enjoy myself without there always being a want behind it?" Molly scoffed, but couldn't help a little grin forming. There wasn't really a reason Molly was there because of Alyson; Molly was there because of herself. It just so happened that Alyson was there upon Molly's arrival. "But I'm flattered really," she shrugged, "you seem to think you know me so well. It's nice to know somebody tries every once in a while." And there was the attempt at being decent thrown out of the window. It wasn't that Molly was going to outright be rude to this girl; she was planning on trying to be goodhearted (or at least put up the front that she was). Unfortunately, Molly couldn't tolerate somebody acting so outwardly bitter towards her; even if Alyson was trying to conceal it, that was something that Molly always picked up on because she was the master of subtle bitterness.

That was how Molly was daily: subtle. Subtle rudeness, subtle harshness, subtle brutality, subtleness... You couldn't get in much trouble with it because it wasn't something so obvious. Only when Molly got really heated did she yell and get physical. Boy, could that girl get physical... She liked to think that she was over that stage of her life, but sometimes she still wanted to take matters into her own hands - and quite literally too. The last time she had gotten into a fight was when she was sixteen; that one landed on her record. It wasn't her fault though, she was very much provoked.

I SAY I AM, BUT REALLY . . .

TEMPLATE [C] ALLIE; NOTES [not to worry (:]
LYRICS [C] KE$HA'S "A BAD GIRL'S LAMENT"
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[ALYSON MARIE WATERS]

“Alright then.” Alyson said with a shrug and went underneath the water and pushing her foot off the wall and swam to the other side, coming up for air and wiping the water away from her eyes. Being in then water gave the teen mom-to-be time to think. She moved so she was floating on her back and backstroked to the other side, staring at the ceiling and using her hands to signal when she was going to crash into the wall. Many things floated to her mind…the little bundle of cells, Eric (who may or may not be the baby daddy) , her father, her sisters, she had so much to live up to…so much potential and the thing inside of her was going to make her change direction.

She couldn’t give it up, no way. Alyson would never think of aborting the baby. That’s taking away a life, besides, even thinking of it made her shiver.

A small flutter happened behind her navel, which happened from time to time, normally if Alyson was alone she would rest her hand above it but Molly was near and she couldn’t let Molly know, no one could. It was too risky.

[MOLLY ADELAIDE DERELICT]

I'M SO SORRY I'M NOT SORRY

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Molly didn't fancy being ignored, and she definately didn't like it when she was so blatantly ignored. What was worse was that Alyson made a show of avoiding her. Molly would've been alright if Alyson had stuck at the deeper end of the other pool and didn't return, and thankfully, she did. However, Molly liked having the last say in any matter and the fact that Alyson had taken it upon herself to remove herself from the situation was not okay. Unfortunately Molly didn't know how to swim, so she couldn't hop in the water and chase the ginger around the pool. It didn't work like that. Molly could always walk around the pool though - chase the girl around that way so she couldn't escape and had to writher under Molly's power.

That would look silly though, and while people would think Molly immature by the way she acted so vengefully, she at least did it with a sense of composure. There was no use in running around like a child. Molly could be quite effective from whatever distance necessary. It just took a little more effort.

Now Molly considered just bobbing around the shallow end like she was planning on doing, but there was no real purpose behind it anymore. She hadn't entered the pool area to antagonize Alyson, but now that she had a chance it wasn't as though she would so casually let it slip through her fingers. That wasn't her style; perhaps though, since that was so expected, the best thing would be to go against her "style". Though, if that were to happen, it'd mean there was potential for Alyson to challenge Molly. Sure, Alyson probably wouldn't intend whatever she said to be a "challenge," but Molly had already gotten in the mood that it would be a challenge - and naturally, Molly would have to accept. With that in mind, Molly instead walked in the direction of Alyson, but didn't follow the predicted path into the water. Instead, she angled herself just right so that she would walk straight to the jacuzzi instead.

Molly slid in to the warm water and took a nice breath. She loved the feeling of going from the heat to the cooler (and vice versa) waters because it seemed such an extreme difference of temperature. This change was welcomed by Molly, but normally she liked to end her visits that way, not start them. Well, she would work with what she had. Turning to face Alyson she asked, "can I watch you do laps for a bit?" Shockingly enough, it wasn't a menacing request. She took a general interest in swimming, and while she loathed the swimmers for their ability, she admired what she couldn't do. It was the swimming she liked to watch; the person was there just because they were a necessity to creating the pleasure Molly found by watching.

I SAY I AM, BUT REALLY . . .

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[ALYSON MARIE WATERS]

Alyson pulled herself out of the water and looked around before grabbing her items and walking out, she arrived at her locker and put them in before making her way past the sauna, she glanced inside and remembered the good times in it with her friends and sisters. She absentmindedly rubbed her belly and sighed, soon...she thought, soon. She walked back out to the pool and looked around, spying Molly.

She inwardly groaned before sitting on the pools edge and putting her feet again, thinking. Seeing Molly brought her back tot he party she can hardly remember. The party that got her into the position she is in now. She rubbed the back of her neck and brought it to rub her eyes. She saw her reflection in the water and looked away. She slipped into the pool and let herself sink down to a point before going back up and talking a deep breath in.

It wasn't hard to tell that the girl was bored, but that is what she was now-a-days. Bored, lonely and frankly all she wanted was to turn back time, but that was impossible.

((I feel like so bad that I keep giving you horrible replies =c, work is killing my muse and i'm not even working long shifts!))