Charactor journal for nostopstates

2009-02-28T00:02:09Z

I want to stay a member of that comm so heres my state charator profile.

State name: Idaho

Human name: Harli Jade Dylan "J.D"

State: 119

Human age: 20

Hair: long dark brown, sometimes dyes it jet black. Has a mix of purple and hot pink colored streak in her hair.

eye color: dark brown

Height: 5'7"

Weight: 112

Personality: Nice, easy to get along with, tends to be sarcastic and witty sometimes. If someone makes fun of the fact Dylan is part of her name, she'll punch them. She is out going and laid back.

Music: She'll listen to anything, especially country music and rock and anything in between. Mostly can be seen praticing her guitar a lot and singing. Her favorite singers are Terri Clark and Big Kenny.

Clothes: She wears a black bandana, sometimes purple, in her hair, wears a black tank top with a heart with wings on it. Black jeans with a black and silver belt, also has some chains hanging off on the side. She also wears black fingerless gloves and black wristbands. Sometimes wears black fingernail polish.

Hobbies: She likes to watch Xena and Scrubs and she goes on the internet a lot. Mostly to a really huge Terri Clark board where she is the admin. She is really good at computers though, she can hack but doesn't really do it, unless its a small prank on another site. Likes to take karate and sword fighting and plays hockey. She also likes to rollarblade a lot too and can do some tricks.

Pet: a Black lab she named after Dr. Cox, Perry.

My first ever slash fic.

2008-01-20T21:04:58Z

Hi everyone, I wrote my first slash fic and its Big and RIch, probally the first kind. I got inspired after reading a lot of JD/Dr. Cox stories. haha.

Title: Our Life
Pairing: John Rich/Big Kenny
Author notes: I just made up the official name for the mountain and depending on the comments, I might do a part 2. The story is from John's POV.
Rating: PG-13

Hey everyone today is a beautiful day, or at least it was supposed to be. Instead the sky is full of dark clouds, almost black, and I’m sitting here on my bed in a hotel room. You see, I’m a singer in a duo called Big and Rich, whose touring the country right and lately been noticing some strange things, like the clouds and how my friend Big Kenny is no where to be found right now. I don’t know what’s going on.

Just then the door opened and our manager comes in telling me that the concert been cancelled due to the weather and Big Kenny missing, I get off the bed and run down to the lobby to see a huge crowd of tourists trapped down in the lobby, complaining. I force my way through the crowds to get a good look outside. It was pouring down rain, harder then I ever seen in my entire life and I started wondering where the hell Kenny is.

I went outside thinking maybe he’s coming to the hotel, but I don’t see him so I get on my motorcycle and started looking around town, which by the way in New York City. I started worrying about my friend and started getting this weird feeling in my stomach. I was having these feelings for 6 months now, you know like in those JD/Dr. Cox stories I found on the internet. Where JD develops feelings for Dr. Cox and holds it in and later tells him or vice-versa. I was hoping I could find Kenny soon and that he’ll be alright, but 3 hours had passed and still no sign of him. I decided to go back to the hotel,

Its five days later and still no sign of him, I’m getting angry at him for not showing and concerned at the same. The cloud doesn’t seem to be breaking up anytime soon. I decided to turn on my laptop and read more JD/Dr. Cox stories and the more I read about JD’s feelings for Dr. Cox, the more I realized I was having those same feelings for the Virginian born farmboy friend of mine. I though I was crazy, but the more I read and watched Scrubs, the more I realized Big Kenny is like Dr. Cox to me, only he doesn’t call me girls names or newbie. Though he did call me newbie one time when I was helping him build something.

Anyway I decide to go see if he went downstate towards Virginia, maybe he was feeling homesick, but he never been this homesick, except the time we went to Australia.

I was driving on my motorcycle down towards Culpeper, the place where he was born and raised, when it started raining.

“Crap,” I thought, “now I’ll get wet.”

The feelings came back and this time I accepted that the feeling I had for 6 months were feelings of love.

I guess it all started when me and Big Kenny became the duo Big and Rich and every time I saw him, I would notice those big muscles of his and ,like JD, wishing I could at least get a hug. I would stare at him, admiring the way he loves everybody and tries to help everyone. I had the feelings on and off until 6 months ago when they were more common.

I was pushing down on the gas pedal as hard as I can, hoping Kenny was at his parents home, sleeping or something.

A few hours later, I got to his parents farm. I went up to the door and Charlene, his sister, answered it.

“Is he here?” I asked

“No, he just left towards Nashville.” She answered.

“Crap!” I thought”

I sped towards Nashville only to be told that he left for Deadwood, South Dakota. So I went to the airport, still feeling angry at that Kenny left like this.

When the plane landed, I immediately headed towards Deadwood in a rental car. It was about a 4 hour drive and the sun finally came out, but it still felt like a cloudy day to me. I went to the one place I knew I’ll find him there, Deadwood Mountain, or officially, JD’s Mountain. Sure enough when I got there, I saw a figure with shoulder length blond hair up on the edge on the top. I feared the worst so I started climbing and calling out to him, telling him to not jump. Big Kenny apparently heard me because he turns his head, but couldn’t see me. I got to the top and I stopped because I saw scars all over his arms.

Kenny finally noticed me and started coming towards me. His eyes looked like he hadn’t slept in a while and had bags under his eyes. I go up to him and grabbed a hold of his shoulders,

“Kenny, where have you been for the last few weeks?” I asked sternly.

Kenny just looked at me like he didn’t understand English.

“They quit, the group quit, three weeks ago without telling me.” Kenny started saying. I stood there; eyes wide open at the news.

“We’re broke, record label dropped us. Tour cancelled”

I was shocked at the news Kenny was giving me and looking at him again I realized he was no longer the guy that said “Live your life,” and “Nothing will get me down.” Instead he was depressed, I knew the signs.

“Kenny I think you’re depressed,” I said, looking at his arms.

“No girl doesn’t want to date me,” he started, not really listening to me, but at least he was spilling out why he’s feeling this way, “life sucks,”

“Kenny!” I shouted at him, he snapped out of it, “Don’t say that,” I said, holding back tears, “things will get better I promised,” I said holding Big Kenny in my arms.

Suddenly Big Kenny pulled me up close and kissed, right on the lips, I was surprised, but I started kiising him back. We did this for a minute then pulled away. I knew what was on his mind,

“So how long?” I asked.

“How long was I having this feelings for you, every since about a year after I met you,” confessed Kenny.

“Funny, I had the same feelings for you too.” I replied, still in each others arms.

“Thanks for saving me,”

“You welcome.”

We then started kissing each other like there was no tomorrow.

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Charactor journal for nostopstates

My first ever slash fic.