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I T S C L O S I N G T I M E
and i know who i want to take me home

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If there was one thing Jackson could do better than sing, write, or perform, it was shop. Plus, being famous meant more money, which easily went to his clothing pile. The one thing he hated about tour was that he could never take his entire closet with him on the bus. Minus the fact he was a guy, he shopped like Paris Hilton, spending not so much money. Most of his clothing allowance (yes, he had one. stfu) went to sunglasses, and while on tour, he would check out the local places around wherever town they were in on any given day. To be honest, he rarely payed attention to where they were, only figuring it out by signs and when he shouted to the crowd at the end of every show that he loved them, and thanked them from the bottom of the bands hearts for coming to see their shitty little band. Okay, they really weren't so shitty anymore, but they once were, every band was. And Jackson did not want to meet the person who thought they were the best band ever. Fuck their ego.

But back to the shopping. Jackson had hit the jackpot in whatever city this was. His glow and grin and the bounce in his step was one in a million, going from shop to shop to shop and picking out a lot of random shit. Their security guard had given up trying to keep up with him, and considering it was looking like no one knew who he was, he was okay to be by himself and shop his little heart out. Which, sadly, was the exact thing Jackson was doing. Which seemed sad, but he hadn't shopped like this since they left for tour, so really, no guilt was felt by the singer. Dropping his bags off at the van which housed a sleeping guard, he grinned, slamming the door and laughing when he woke up, very unaware of what the noise was before glaring at Jackson who ran away, going into the next store.

Many shirts tried on later, Jackson was standing near a pile of jeans, trying to decide if he really needed a pair of blue jeans. Jackson normally wore black, usually skinny, jeans, and never really thought he could pull off blue. But, with the shirts he picked out, a lot would look good in blue. Decisions, decisions. It was a good ten minutes before he grabbed a pair of jeans in his size, one in every blue the store had, looking at the dressing rooms that had a small line. "Well, shit," that usually was never a good thing for him, because then he would look around more and see more interesting things and then usually end up spending even more money. Like now, because the boy spotted a pair of shoes that looked like nothing he'd ever tried on before. And sure, he was not certain he could pull off cowboy boots, but why the hell not? You only live once.

Which was exactly why Jackson was amidst a pile of three pairs of shoes, five shirts, and numerous jeans he'd yet to try on. There was no line for the dressing room, but he didn't want to leave what he already planned to buy in the open for someone to come take from him. A small pout formed on his face, the singer unsure of what to do. It would sure be nice if the people would let him take all the clothing in with him, but with the way they were looking at him, he guessed not. "If you keep staring, I'll give you something to stare at," he told one of the ladies, who quickly adverted her eyes and turned to walk away. "Thank you," he muttered, thankful she stopped and also thankful she had no clue who he was. However, he was still stuck in his situation of not knowing what to do. Sighing, he resolved to sit until he thought it out.




STATUS?! finished. 684 words
TAG?! carson carter aka awesome
NOTES?! blah. my first post of this site. sorry for the ramble, and how bad it is.

made by 'boo ! of CAUTION 2.0
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[carson brett carter]

( You talk like you're famous )
~* You're shameless *~

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There was seriously nothing to do anymore. they've been stuck in boston for a while now and finally, carson was actually finding her way around the large city. and concidering that carson had such a horrible sence of direction they realized that it was just getting too much. carson would literately stay locked in their bus and play the same songs over and over again. and she knew as well as the rest of her band that she needed to get out of the bus. carson was never one to always stay locked into a confined area for over five hours at a time. though plain rides and bus drives to new places weren't exactly all that bad. and when this tour is different, she can stand being in the bus all the time, but if its just parked not moving she really needs to be out and about and exploring where they were. if it was just the stage area or the city and shops around it.

so early that morning, which counted around seven-thirty, she woke up and just wandered the bus lot and the stage until she just went around in circles. she got their body guard and just went out. "Hey. I'm going shopping, and i don't wanna hide again, can ya come with?" she asked their burly body guard that went with the band everywhere. he was seriously their savior at times. especially when it came to groupies that just kept them waiting too long. they would just send him a text and he'd come out of the bus and be all like 'Come on, guys, we have to get ready for a press and shoot,' and it always worked. really. sometimes carson wouldn't be able to see her time in the band without their guard. sure, being followed around when she was shopping was annoying and she knew that it boared their guard as well, but it was something that they hired him for and he's loyal enough to go with carson whenever she shopped. and really. whenever she was in a new place and not in tampa bay, florida, she loved to serch through the shopping districts and just see what stores and clothes they have lying around places.

as they went out, carson was sitting shotgun as the guard drove her to the places she wanted to go. they parked in a parking garage and just walked around. car got her starbucks so she was energized, she even bought one for the body guard so he was up to the challange of shopping with her. she went into several shops. urban, american eagle, hollister, though not buying anything out of anywhere accept in urban where she bought a scarf and in wet seal where she bought a cute sundress that she would never wear on stage but if they were all going out to eat she'd deffinately wear it.

eventually the guard got tired and went back to the car. carson was nice enough to just let him take a break and she'd lay low for a while. sure some people noticed her, but there was no riot started. once the one fanboy screamed, "OH MY GOD!" and she just brought her hand to her lips to shush him. she took a picture, signed an autograph and spoke to him for a while. one thing about that boy. he was very sweet, very cute, and oh so gay. sure, nothing wrong with gay guys, and especially to carson concidering most of her best friends are gay, carson actually loved gay guys and just hung out with them because they were fun and awesome and just always knew the right things to say.

eventually she dropped a few more bags at the car, she'd take trips back and forth from shops to the car and she really only got six bags. and next was just to a vintage store that she's seen but she had to look into. but once she walked by, she realized. weekends. not open. closed weekends. and that just shot carson way down in the dumps. she cursed the weekend no matter how much she really loved it, but she cursed it. she shrugged it off and just went to the next store. she went into a name brand store that always had clothes and accessories that carson could never live without. especially their skinny jeans and their vests and tank tops. she went into a corner where the hoodies and pj pants were. she spemt so much time in those that she seriously needed more. she found several different things, and she knew if she didn't buy these now then she would just end up spending more and more. and that wasn't something that she wanted to do. she didn't want to draw attention to herself by buying three-hundred dollars worth of clothing. that wasn't normal. and right now she had to pretend.

she backed up a little letting some woman in front of her when she bumped into another person behind her "Oh, snickerdoodles, im sorry, I- I," she faced the person, the male person and smiled. she was sure it was someone from tour. she pulled examaned him for a second. "are you on the tour thats in boston?" she asked curiously with that look on her face as well as she had her arms crossed and her head cocked to the side.

TAGGS - - - - jackson!
WORDS - - - - somewhere over 700+
NOTES - - - - AH, its fine. if you haven't noticed i always go overboard.
CREDIT - - - - templet - KRIS! aka ME! banner _soap @ photobucket.

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I T S C L O S I N G T I M E
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Jackson looked down at his pile of clothing and seriously considered not trying anything else on and just buying it all. His frivolous spending was making him tired, and Jackson knew he needed to get some rest if he actually wanted to please the crowd the night after. Usually, on hotel nights, the singer had problems sleeping. Not for reasons one might think, however. He was weird in a sense, people never really understanding it. The hum of the bus traveling down the road, tires rolling along the pavement, it was sort of soothing for him. It lulled him to sleep nearly every night, and the nights it did not he would either plug in his iPod or make himself some tea and then call it a night. But during hotel nights, where it was usually dead quiet, he hardly slept. And that would be when he was sneak into the other bed a few feet away of a fellow band mate and curl up, and then would usually be able to fall asleep.

So, Jackson had not slept the night previous. Meaning, he was running on a few hours sleep in the past forty-eight hours. The Starbucks from the morning was wearing off, and the yawning was coming in full force. Sitting in his spot, he came up with a plan of action, even in his tired state making up his mind. Taking the clothes he already planned to buy up to the front, he turned on his charm and asked the girl (who did not look a day over fourteen) to hold them for him while he tried on the jeans. She looked a little scared, and maybe a little intimidated, but nodded her head and took his clothing. Thanking her, he rushed into a dressing room.

Fifteen minutes later (yeah, okay, there really were not that many jeans to try on, but he had to make sure he liked them, okay?) he was set with four pairs of jeans, only one not meeting his standards. As he was walking to put them back, something else caught his eye, and not soon after someone bumped into him, jutting his hip into a counter. Wincing, he whipped around and looked down (okay, not a giant, but she was little!) and started to glare, but stopped when he realized he had seen her before. "I--yes, I am. You are too, correct?" To be honest, if she was not and just some crazed stalker fan, he was going to flip. That was always the worst thing about being famous; the crazed stalker fans. The ones who knew every little detail about you, even some things you had never told anyone before. Those people gave him nightmares, along with his father, but that was a totally different story.

"Jackson Sales," he uttered out, sticking out a hand in politeness. "Strip Poker," he added, just in case the name did not prompt her. They were one of the bigger names on the band, but regardless, they never let the fame get to them like some of the other bands. They were completely down to Earth. He watched her posture and smirked, both inside and out. Typical girl fashion.




STATUS?! finished. 650~ words
TAG?! carson carter aka awesome
NOTES?! EPIC FAIL. D:

made by 'boo ! of CAUTION 2.0
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[carson brett carter]

( You talk like you're famous )
~* You're shameless *~

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as she looked up at the male she bumped into she felt immensely short at that time. she was really only five foot four inches anyway. She looked up at the man that finally answered her saying that he was in the tour. She knew it! just knew it! she smiled when he introduced himself too. ”yep. Jackson. I knew it, well I knew you were from the tour,” she giggled slightly, she wasn’t sure what band or part he was from until he said which. It all came rushing back to her. he was the Jackson sales from strip poker. She hasn’t really ever talked to him besides the normal hey and bye, but that would still count as acquaintances am I right? ”OH, yea, I’m on tour too. I’m Carson Carter from string of your fate,” she said smiling still, being the kind bubbly little girl that she pretty much always was. She stared up at him for a moment practically feeling short and a little bruised in her ego.

Maybe listening to blink 182’s song dammit over and over again wasn’t her best idea considering that it was now stuck in her head pretty damn bad. but really, Carson loved blink, and she couldn’t help but play it over and over in her head. ”so, oh, wow, you have quite a few pairs of jeans there, Jackson,” she giggled pointing to the small yet large pile of clothes in jackson’s hands. But then again, she had quite a handful of clothes too in her hands herself, so she didn’t feel all too bad for being the only one with a huge stack of clothes. But really, Carson has two closets of clothes at home and she could barely bring half of one, so shopping on tour was practically a must. Weather it was for herself or for the guys. She and they all knew that it was practically a mandatory thing while on tour. Usually the main cities that they shop in would be new york, los angeles, nevada, tampa bay, and many other places as well, but those would be the main places to shop for string of your fate. Carson actually shopped anywhere she could. She never liked it as a child but as she grew she actually grew to love shopping. And when she can get a buddy or a girlfriend to help her or join with her she’s more then grateful for being a girl.

She stared up at him for a moment trying to figure out how much taller then her he was. But she tried not to make it too obvious that she was staring at him. so she started to talk. ”Wow, I’m sorry, I feel like a little fan girl. I’m actually really excited to meet you,” she really did feel quite star struck talking to him. she’s always been quite a big fan of strip poker after all. ”I’m sorry. I’m probably being really annoying,” she laughed a little at her stupidity of her comments. She bit her bottom lip slightly as she played with the clothes shifting them in her arms. She shook her head to get a few stray hairs out of her eyes because her hands were full. She was nervous and her hands started to sweat as she wasn’t sure what she say. She did want to keep talking to him, get to know him, heck, he looked like he liked shopping, maybe even shop!


TAGGS - - - - jackson!
WORDS - - - - somewhere over 500+
NOTES - - - - AH, its crapo
CREDIT - - - - templet - KRIS! aka ME! banner _soap @ photobucket.