Don't Say I Didn't Warn You About Me

2001-12-27T06:45:00.000-05:00

Hey all, I'm not liking this blogspot thing too much.. so I went back to Deadjournal...

http://www.deadjournal.com/users/dsidwyam

Go read, the newest chapters are up....

-Branwen

2001-12-25T19:00:00.000-05:00

Yes, yes, I am VERY well aware I said I wouldn't post today.. and I'm not, story wise. I am here because I need help... Help only Hanson fans can give..
I used to have the Hanson guys for my The Sims game... but I threw a fit back in October when my computer started to not work and deleted everything... including the site I got them from. But, I got the my puter fixed (obviously) and got The Sims Hot Date for Christmas... so... If someone knows where they are (or happen to have them *hint hint*) PLEASE e-mail me and help me out... I'd be forever grateful.. I'll build a shrine for you.. er... something. PLEASE HELP!!

- Branwen
porngrlforike@yahoo.com

2001-12-24T09:55:00.000-05:00

I did a double post today because I know I won't be able to update tomorrow... my boyfriend's sister and her family will be over. I have three numbers for you.. 14, 11 and 1 3/4. The ages of her hellion little kids... no way am I gonna be able to get on my computer.. sorry everyone... hope you have a good christmas.

-Branwen
P.S. - It's finally snowing!!! WAHOOOOO!!!

2001-12-24T09:51:00.000-05:00

Isaac’s view
I woke up to the phone ringing. I rubbed my eyes a second then grabbed the reciever.
"Hello?" I mumbled into the phone.
"Wake up call, Ike.. get up." Zac said, the hung up the phone. I whined at the dial tone and hung the phone back up. I rubbed my eyes once more and sat up. The cot was empty, she was gone. I jumped out of bed and checked the hallway to see if I just missed her. No such luck. I cursed myself and shut the door again. I went over and sat down on the cot. The hotel’s notepad was laying on the pillow, a short message scrawled on it.
Ike,
Don’t come looking for me. I did this for the both of us. I’m not a good girl, Isaac, stay away from me.
No amount of written threats was going to keep me away. I quickly got up and dressed. I was going to find her, whether she wanted me to or not.
My view
I felt a lot more comfy sleeping in my car. It was a lot colder, but I didn’t care. I’ve learned to get used to it. The sun pelting me in the eyes however told me that I wasn’t allowed to sleep any longer. I sighed, sitting up. I looked at my surroundings and started to wonder if what I had done was a good idea. After all, this was Isaac Hanson we’re talking about here. I could tease the teenage girls at the shelter for months about what I had done. I pulled up my sleeves and looked at my cuts. They really were starting to heal. I sighed, looking at my backpack.
Coffee.
I dug into the deep front pocket and found about sixty cents. That had to get me a cup of java somewhere around here. I quickly pulled on my heavier jacket, grabbing my back pack, and was on my way.
Ike’s view
"Ike, you don’t even know her name.. are you aware how psycho you’re being?" Taylor asked. This is what I get for going to his room to borrow a couple bucks.
"Tay, look... I don’t question when you bring those teenies back to your room after every show... so don’t question me, all right?" I turned on my heel and headed for Ashley’s car
once again.
"Be Careful!" Taylor shouted after me. Once sitting in the driver’s seat, I went over my options of where to look.
"Check the shelter’s... drive around down town... hmmm... I have an idea..." I said, to myself. I put the car in drive and sped out of the parking lot. I parked the car on the street and started my jaunt towards the theatre. I heard the sounds of congas coming from somewhere, but couldn’t quite place them. I crossed the street quickly and came almost face to face with her. There she sat, up against the wall, congas held tightly between her thighs. She was playing them pretty well. She had a ratty baseball
cap sitting there with a little bit of change in it.
Someone walked by and tossed in a couple pennies. She wouldn’t look up, just kept staring at that cap. I pulled the money that I had borrowed from Taylor for breakfast and dropped the whole thing in the cap. Her head shot up, curious who would give her actual dollar bills. Her face was something of shock, anger, and amusement. I wondered which one would finally make her speak.
My view
"You found me..." I spoke, like I had been playing hide and seek with him. He smirked.
"I know you couldn’t go far.. I only had two bucks in my wallet.." He said and I blushed.
"Sorry about that..." I said honestly.
"I don’t mind.." He bent down to my level. "But I do mind that you think you can run away from me. You can’t get rid of Isaac Hanson that easily.." He smirked.
"Gonna start stalking me, are you?" I asked. He shrugged.

2001-12-23T11:03:00.000-05:00

"Ike... we have... to stop..." I sputtered, although when I split from his lips he just started trailing kisses down my jaw line.
"Hmm Mmm..." He mumbled, now kissing and sucking away at my neck. I took a deep breath and then pulled at the hair on the back of his head. He slowly pulled away and our eyes locked again. I finally had to pull away from him. I scooted back on the bed and pulled my legs underneath me.
"You okay?" He asked, now panting. I took another deep breath and looked at him.
"I just.. I don’t want to get too involved with you. I know it’s doomed to fail." I said, then looked down at the bed spread.
"What do you mean by that?" He asked. I chuckled a bit and then put my hair behind my ear.
"C’mon Ike, think for a second.. you don’t live here, I’m just a poor little homeless girl.. I... it’s not worth it, we’ll both just end up getting hurt." I explained. He looked down, biting his lip.
"Are you saying that, you don’t even want to try?" He asked.
"What’s the point? Honestly, you cannot say that you think it’s worth all the hurt. I mean, I don’t have a phone... I don’t even have a fucking address.. how do you expect to keep in touch?" I asked.
"Well, you’re not even trying to think of something.. I just..." He stood up, running his fingers through his hair. He suddenly stopped and yawned loudly. "Well, maybe we should just hit the sac.." Almost on cue the door was knocked on and his dad came in, rolling in a cot.
"These aren’t the most comfortable things in the world, but maybe you can talk Ike into a trade.." He said, smirking at me. I bit my lip and smiled back before he disappeared again.
"I’ll take the cot.." Ike said.
"No, cuz I won’t be able to sleep on a soft bed anyway, I’m too used to the backseat of my car." I said, getting up and falling on the cot.
"If you say so.." He said, pulling off his shirt. I crawled under the covers and let myself drift off to sleep.

2001-12-22T14:44:00.000-05:00

"Not really, not when we get mugged almost everywhere we go." He said. He pushed up my pant leg to start cleaning my leg and I felt a shiver run up my spine, similar to the one I had gotten in the hospital. He saw the look on my face. "Is this okay?" He asked, quickly. I smiled and nodded. He pulled off my shoes and socks. He started at the bottom and worked his way up. I slowly closed my eyes and took a deep breath when he started to clean the cut on the inside of my thigh right above my knee. I opened my eyes and saw that this was affecting Isaac as much as it was affecting me. The bulge in his pants was very obvious. I caught Isaac’s eyes and they seemed a little glazed over. He dropped the cotton ball he had in his hand and slowly stood on his knees. My heart started pounding. I knew what was going to happen, and I was scared out of my mind. I squeezed my eyes shut and then I felt his warm lips press against mine. I quickly kissed him back, moaning softly.
His hands were gently running up and down my calves. I felt him pull away and stared right back into his eyes again. Both of us were breathing a bit harder than usual. He slid his hand onto my cheek and kissed me again. I shivered when I felt his wet tongue fighting to get in my mouth. I let it slide in and he moaned, teasing my tongue with his own. I couldn’t believe how excited I was getting, just from kissing. I ran my fingers into the back of his hair and pulled him closer to me. I wasn’t sure how this had all gotten started, but I wasn’t going to stop. He wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me to the edge of the bed. I gasped, now able to feel that hard on against my crotch. I felt his finger tips slip under the hem of my shirt. I knew I had to stop.. if I didn’t we would do something neither of us were ready for.

{Author's Note: This should put me up to today as for updates.. Three and half more days till Xmas... Happy belated Winter Soltice}

2001-12-22T14:43:00.000-05:00

"I said that you were in the alley behind the theatre and when I stormed out the door I slammed you onto the ground on top of a bunch of glass. It was the only way my insurance would pay for it, I’m sorry." He said. I shook my head.
"Yeah, like they’ll believe that with the way all these cuts are." Isaac shrugged.
"They haven’t doubted me yet..." He said, turning to open a hotel room. He flipped on the light and led me inside. "Go ahead and sit on the bed for now I guess.." He said. I plopped on the bed and watched him as he shed his jacket and shoes by the door. He ran his hands through his hair and then looked over at me.
"Here you are.. did the hospital clean those cuts any?" His mom asked asked. I shook my head.
"Nope, just stuck needles in my arm.." I explained. She handed Isaac a bottle of something and some cotton balls.
"Since you did it, you get to take care of it.." She said to him. He shrugged. She came over and gently put the ice on my arm.
"Owww.... oh god... it hurts..." I murmured.
"But it’ll help it, now keep it there." She said. With that she was gone.
"She doesn’t like me, does she?" I asked. Not that I cared, most people don’t. Ike squinted his eyes a little.
"Hm.. I think it’s more she’s afraid of you." He said. He sat down next to me and started to gently clean my cuts.
"Afraid of me? Why?" I asked.
"Just because you’re someone she doesn’t know that she’s letting being around me." He said. I rose my eyebrows.
"Letting be around you? What, you can’t have a life of your own?" I asked, confused.

2001-12-22T14:42:00.001-05:00

"Clarke Isaac Hanson.. you have got a lot of explaining to do.." Who I guessed had to be his mother said. My god was her hair long.. far past her knees. Ike bit his lip, almost not sure what to say.
"What do you mean?" He asked, then she came up to me.
"I’m so sorry about my son, he’s not the most careful person in the world.." She explained. Isaac saw my confused look.
"Mom, it was an accident.. it happens.." His eyes begged for me to just play along.
"Y-yeah... Mrs. Hanson, really, I’m okay.. a little sore, but I’ll be fine.." I told her.
"Yeah, the nurse there wasn’t very kind.. one of the needles broke off inside her arm.." Isaac explained to worry his mom with something else.
"Oh my God.. let me see!!" She said, pulling off my jacket. My arm was now a dark purple and severely swollen.
"Isaac!! You did that?" A male voice shouted. I looked up to see the only person with dark hair I’ve seen yet.
"Walker.. the nurse at the hospital did that with a needle." The woman explained.
"It hurts really bad.." I figured I might as well milk this for what it’s worth. I don’t have people caring about me often.
"Ike, go get some ice to put on that.." His father told him. With that, Ike was gone and I was in the hallway with two very concerned parents staring at my purple arm.
"Woah!! That’s huge!" That could only be Zac. I smirked at him. "That’s what Ike did?" He asked. I shook my head. That was when everyone saw the scratches on my arms.
"They told us there was glass everywhere.. but my goodness." Mrs. Hanson said.
"Well, I didn’t let him help me when I probably should have.." I said. I figured that was safe enough to say that they wouldn’t realize Ike was lying. Finally Isaac came back with the ice.
"I have bags in my room for it, I’ll be right back." She said. Then everyone disappeared again. I smacked Isaac’s arm.
"What the hell did you tell them?" I asked him, hating being put on the spot like that.

2001-12-22T14:42:00.000-05:00

"C’mon, I’ll get you something to eat.." Ike said, leading me out of the hospital. I was walking slowly, nursing my sore arm. He let me in the car and then got in himself. We drove for a little while and then he pulled into a Waffle House. We both got out and grabbed a booth in the back corner. "You can get whatever you want.." He said, looking over the menu. Our waitress quickly came and we both got orange juice to drink.
"Okay, so are you ready to order?" She asked.
"Go on.." Ike said to me.
"Um, I’ll have a waffle, and a double order of plain hash browns.. and scrambled eggs." I told her. Ike smirked when I finished.
"Um, I’ll have the double cheeseburger with hash browns; covered." With that she was off. "How’s your arm?" He asked. I shrugged.
"Hurts like hell.." I answered. He grimaced.
"Sorry.." He looked down at his hands and then continued. "But, you needed it." I nodded solemnly. Our food was brought out and I hungrily dug in. Isaac looked more shocked than I had expected.
"I haven’t eaten in at least a week.." I said, my heart doing flip flops in my chest. His eyes dropped, then quickly looked back up at me.
"You eat as much as you want." He stated seriously. I swallowed my bite of waffle and smirked at him.
"Why are you being so nice to me?" I asked.
"Why not?" He shrugged. I shrugged back and continued to eat my food.
************
"I just want you to meet my brothers, at least, I mean, c’mon, you know you want to.." Isaac teased. I should have never told him I had gone to the show. He was now leading me up to his hotel room to meet his brothers.
"I don’t know, Isaac.." I said, unsure of what their reaction to me might be.
"Please, it’s Ike.." He said, taking my hand and pulling me into the elevator. He put in his key card and pushed the 34th floor button. It buzzed and he pulled the card back out. The elevator started to move. "Security.." He explained. I nestled into the corner and he leaned against the back wall.. both of us waiting for the ride to finish. We finally got off and Ike took my hand pulling me into the hallway. "Hello!?!" Ike shouted. He turned to me. "Usually everybody’s running back and forth from each other’s rooms like crazy people." I nodded.

2001-12-22T14:41:00.000-05:00

"I hope you think a little more next time before you go using old beer bottles.." Some plump little nurse scolded as she injected some antibiotic something or other into me. I shut my eyes and squealed at the pain. Isaac came over and grasped my hand for support, seeing that she was also going to giving me a tetanus shot. She pushed in the needle and I twisted away from her, breaking the needle in half. Half the needle was now sticking out of my arm.
"Oww... OWW... GET IT OUT!!!" I screamed. I felt Isaac’s hand trying to slip out of my tight grip. The nurse grabbed a pair of tweezers. I screamed loudly again as she pulled it out of my skin. I wiped at the tears rolling down my cheeks, finally loosening my grip.
"I’ll give you a few minutes.." She said, wandering off. Isaac was now holding his hand, rubbing it.
"Some grip you got there..." He muttered. I suddenly looked at him, worried.
"Oh my god, are you gonna be okay?" I asked. He shrugged it off.
"I think so.." He said.
"Are you sure? God, I know you have to play guitar... I hope I didn’t just fuck that up." He smiled genuinely.
"Don’t worry about it. We have to get shots all the time because of meeting so many people. Taylor’s a major wuss and I have to hold his hand. Trust me, your grip is no where near what his is." He explained. I smirked a little, imagining Taylor being in the exact spot I was. About five minutes later she came back in, a fresh needle in her hand. I flinched away from her once again.
"Do I have to tie you down?" She asked, holding up one of the leather straps on the side of the bed. I then felt Isaac wrap his arms around me, and hold onto my arm.
"Go ahead.." I heard him say. His breath was right on my ear, making my spine shiver. I tensed as the needle went in my skin. I felt the liquid seep into my vein and then she pulled the needle back out. I sniffled, trying hard to hold back the tears.
"Mr. Hanson?" Another nurse came into the room.
"Yes?" Ike finally let go of me.
"Your insurance company is on the phone. They’re saying they aren’t going to pay for this." She said. I looked up at him, worried. He sighed.
"I’ll talk to them." He said, giving my hand a squeeze and leaving the room.

2001-12-22T14:39:00.000-05:00

"I’ll bet... it’s a lot easier to do things when you don’t have to explain to anyone why you’re doing it." He said, taking my hand and pulling me into a standing position.
"So, what, I leave and go home just to put this all off for another couple weeks until your words don’t affect me anymore?" I asked. I couldn’t believe he had actually thought that he had saved my life from that short conversation.
"No, just, stay here for a minute, please?" He threw me a pair of puppy eyes before he went back to the door he had exited from. "Ash, can I borrow your car..?" I heard him ask. He was silent for a second. "No, I’m not Taylor or Zac, I just need to do something, I swear it’ll be back by morning at the latest." He explained, and I could see from here he was using those puppy eyes on someone else. "Thanks Ash, I’ll explain later." He said, grabbing something and coming back towards me.
"What are you doing?" I asked him as he took my hand and led me towards the open street, pulling his baseball cap further over his eyes.
"Taking you to the hospital before those scratches get infected. You don’t want them to have to amputate your limbs, do you?" He asked, throwing me a childish smirk.
"Look, whatever.. I hope you plan on paying for that because I don’t have the money for a hospital visit of any kind, even just for a trip to the snack machine." I explained.
"Trust me, it’s all me, even the trip to the snack machine." He said, smiling widely. I shook my head. Isaac Hanson, the good Samaritan. So, when does it happen that he leaves me in the hospital room so they can lock me up in the loony bin?

2001-12-22T14:38:00.000-05:00

"What are you doing back here??" I heard him ask, sounding scared out of his mind.
"N-nothing..." I mumbled, inconspicuously grabbing the glass and pulling back.
"You really aren’t supposed to be back here." He said, edging closer when he realized that I didn’t know he was going to be there.
"I’m sorry, I didn’t realize, I mean, there wasn’t anything blocking off the alley so I...."
"What are you doing to yourself?" He asked, finally stepping up to me and seeing my scratched up arms and legs. I looked down at my red and swollen limbs.
"Um, I... I don’t know.." I said, suddenly realizing for the first time that I didn’t know why I had hurt myself, or why I was planning to take my own life. He slowly knelt down, looking over my red marks with an almost... fascinated look. Then he looked up, fully worried. I finally realized who this guy was. Isaac Hanson, the guitarist of the band I had just left the concert from. Could this get any weirder?
"So, what are you planning to do with that?" He asked, gesturing to the piece of beer bottle I had clasped tight in my right hand.
"Finish the job..." I said, now sounding like a four year old who had broke my mom’s favorite antique vase.
"So, lemme get this straight. You scratched up your arms and legs, and you don’t know why, and now you plan on killing yourself. Do you happen to have a reason for doing that?" He was now actually sounding like my mom, asking what I was going to do now that I had broken the vase.
"Ya know, this was a lot easier for me to do before you interrupted.." I said, blinking back tears as my scratches began burning.

2001-12-22T14:13:00.000-05:00

I watched them as they gathered in a circle in the middle of the stage, and sang in acapella the chorus of “This Time Around”. Then, just like that... they were gone. All the fans were slowly cleared out of the theatre. As much as I had wanted to feel better, I only felt worse. I wandered back into the alley behind the Mason Greg Theatre and sank to the ground. It was fairly cold out, for it being the
end of September. I looked around in the dark. I saw a stray cat eating at someone’s old hamburger. I saw an army of ants scurrying around, doing god knows what. And here I was, all alone.
Nowhere to go, nothing to do. My life was completely pointless. Sure, I had a shabby old Geo Prizm and some clothes.. a couple boxes of hostess snacks... but that was it. I saw some broken shards of beer bottles laying around me and started to cry. I was gonna do it. Finally, I could leave, get out of this mess I had to call my life. I grabbed what appeared to be a fairly sharp piece of glass and slowly dragged it across my skin, to see how much it would hurt. A scratch quickly formed, red and puffy, across my wrist. I switched to the other arm and did it again. I scratched a few more times, to get used to the pain. By then the sharp point had dulled out, and threw it to the side. I pulled up my loose pant leg and put similar scratches on it, biting my lip from the sheer pain. I matched it with my other leg. I threw that one aside. I started to search for another shard that would stay sharp enough to do the whole job. That was when I heard a door creak open. My head popped up, and my body slinked into the small hole I was hiding in. It was a guy.. but I couldn’t tell who. He looked annoyed about something. I finally saw a shard of glass that looked sharp enough. As I poked my arm out to grab it, I heard the guy gasp.

2001-12-22T14:06:00.000-05:00

I got sick of Deadjournal trying to update and whatever the hell else they were doing... So I got this to post my story on.. enjoy!

-Branwen