B.L.’s Comments (group member since Dec 15, 2012)

B.L.’s comments from the A Wild in Colbie group.

Soren cups Audrey's face in his hands, reading her fear, his blue eyes burn into hers, "I won't leave unless YOU want me to. It's all about you Audrey, i love you, i want you, anything else is just details" he whispers.

Soren can feel Audrey's parents dissoproving looks without even lifting his gaze. Soren hopes to hell that Audrey won't dump him over this. She's more than his girlfriend, he couldn't live without her, it sounds dramatic but Soren truly feels that way.

Soren takes Audrey's hand again under the table, desperate not to upset her. He wants to tell her that nothing matters but her that everything, or anyone , that came before her means nothing. Wants Audrey to know he loves her more than he could ever describe, more than anything.

Soren looks down for a moment then back up, confused by Audrey's reaction, "I, i just drew her, the same way i did Audrey....well a bit different, but nothing sinsiter, she just said she wanted to have an original because one day they'd be too expensive for her to afford. She was being...kind i suppose". Soren doesn't like to lie, and this isn't technically a lie, it was innocent, on Soren's part at least, at first. But this all before he met Audrey.

Soren tries to smile and says "I think i know who you mean. She asked me to draw and paint her once, so i did", he bites his lip and looks at Audrey.

Soren stops eating abruplty and looks at Audrey, wincing slightly. What can he say, 'oh yes, i'm a fucked up orphan who had druggie parents who beat him regularly as well as their druggie friends, i almost died many times from starvation and the beatings. I finally got out when i was 11, then i went to live with my uncle. I have many fucked up qualities such as not being able to talk to people without having a panic attack and shaking uncrontrollably when any of my memories resurface randomly. I ws treated like a freak in school for never talking and was labelled troubled EVERYWHERE. I never really sleep and when i do i feel like i'm dying inside. So, right yeah, brilliant.'. "I...am an artist. I got to the Fine arts university of Bristol on scholarship, well not exactly scholarship, it's an..um special program..for uh, gifted....young artists..... Not much else to say really." he says.

Soren reaches for Audrey's hand onder the table and curls his little finger around hers gently. After a moment he lets go and starts eating.

Soren gets up, glad to be done with the conversation, he catches Audrey's eye and smiles at her, a secret smile only ever meant for her.

Soren's eyes harden, "It isn't drama to me. Audrey is special, i have a lot of...problems, but she makes me better. Audrey isn't drama to me, she's everything to. She's had a hard time of it and so have i, but that doesn't mean we can't have the lives we want. Together." he says seriously.

Soren sits up a bit straighter not at all suprised by Audrey's father's words. Soren hates looking at people directly, everyone except for Audrey obviously, her he can't look at enough. But Soren forces himself to meet her dad's gaze full on and says "I'm not good enough for Audrey, and i never will be. But i love her, more than i have or ever will love anyone. I'll give her everything i have for the rest of my life, for as long as she still wants me. Thats all there is Sir".

Soren smiles slightly and brings up her hand to kiss the back of her knuckles gently, "I know" he leans down to whisper in her ear. They go into the living room and sit down on the sofa, Soren knows he should let go of Audrey's hand but honestly she is the only thing keeping him sane right now.

Soren forces himself to look up, his white blond hair now curls sligtly at the ends, it's messy as always. He is an artis after all, neat isn't his thing. But Soren thinks Audrey's parents may not see it that way. Soren takes Audrey's hand in his and squeezes, noticing the slight look of hurt on her face, "Alright, if you're sure" he says.

Soren REALLY doesn't want to. Like he would rather talk to rando strangers for an hour, something a month ago would have caused him to have seizure, than spend time with two people who actively dislike him. Soren already KNOWS he isn't good enough for Audrey, he doesn't need reminding. But..."I don't want to be any trouble Sir" he says stepping away fron Audrey slightly.

Soren's arms wrap around Audrey and draw her closer, he kisses her hard and sweeps his tongue into her mouth. Soren holds her tight, never wanting to let go.

Soren smiles down at Audrey, even though they ad only known each other such a short amount of time he already knows that he is in love with this girl. She's all he thinks about, the one thing that always inspires his art. Soren leans down and catches her lips in a hard kiss, "I feel like the luckiest person in the whole of the world because i'm dating you." he whispers agianst her lips.

Soren can't stop the grin from coming through, he looks right at the boy, which takes some bloody courage on his part, "Seriously. Fucked. Up. Society" he says.

"Charm? I have no charm. I'm british, we have no charm, pretty talk is all we've got" says Orion with a self-mocking smile.

"I stopped caring about what other people wanted me to be a long time ago. I had to. If you let that rule your life then you're fucked, because nobody can pretend forever" says Xander slowly, the story of his life, being the wrong kind of person. "Nothing wrong with being a princess. Princesses are beautiful, kind and clever." Xander smiles strangely at Kylie, for real this time, in the only place he can be vunerable.

Soren bites his bottom lip and runs a hand through his light blond hair roughly. He looks over at the boy, "I always thought it was more of a society. As in the S.F.U. society".

Soren considers his answer for a moment. Obviously the boy has some sort of confidence issue, possibly almost as bad as Soren, he just seems to hide it better. Soren bites his lip again and then says "Eyes are a lot of things, but never 'just'. Not to me. But i am......not....". Normal.