1x1's ˆ.ˆ discussion
1x1's
>
Chloe and Wise. c:
hello lovely.c:I'm craving something werewolfy, have been for a while now, although aside from that not much else.:o Is there anything you've been wanting to do.:3
yOu're kinda cute. >:)
oOoOoOoOoOoOh werewolves. That sounds gr9. And uh, moi? I'm like, really into realistic and shtuff, but wOw. c:
oOoOoOoOoOoOh werewolves. That sounds gr9. And uh, moi? I'm like, really into realistic and shtuff, but wOw. c:
YoU're kinda adorbs.C;Yush
If you'd prefer to stick to realistic that's fine by me, I don't mind.:3
iT'S all yOu, though. ;)))
You can choose, bby. c:
You can choose, bby. c:
wHat cAn I say? I just have that effeCt on some people.;))We'll go what you feel comfortable with.:3
Have you got any realistic plot ideas? C:
oOoOoOoOoOoOoOooOoOOoOooOOoH bby. You make me swoom. ;oo
oKie.
Uhm, no, I'm afraid I'm going to need Tumblr's assistance.
oKie.
Uhm, no, I'm afraid I'm going to need Tumblr's assistance.
Ok so I found these old plot ideas and I sondsred if you'd be up for them?if we were to do something like that though maybe we could do a bad boy/good girl thing like maybe he gets mugged at one point by his former gang members for whatever reason
and he comes back home all bloody and bruised and then she tends to his wounds and is super doting on him and is all worried, and maybe they're a couple who's only known each other for a year or so, so maybe he's been keeping that part of him from her because he's ashamed? like the part of his life where he did a lot of bad things and whatnot? And for this one maybe the guy could be pestering her about meeting her mum. But she doesn't really like to talk about her[due to the fact that a few years back she passed away from a hereditary disease that had progressed quicker than was the usual]. Eventually she gives in and takes him to her mothers grave and he could just sit down and start chatting to her gravestone as if he was actually meeting her mum.(I sorta stole that idea off of tumblr.:o]
Ok, but like I said, her mothers disease is/was hereditary, but the girl hasn't been checked for it and that could sort of be the thing she doesn't want to tell her boyfriend. [I was thinking something like huntingdons disease]. And her father could be the one that sort of disapproves, because shes his sweet innocent little girl and she reminds him of his past wife and so on. I was thinking maybe if we did this they could fall pregnant at some point, and at first neither of them are really sure whether they want to keep it.[Maybe that could be what gets the girl to tell her boyfriend about the whole possibly having a hereditary disease thing]. But then they could miscarry the baby just as they're starting to like the idea of becoming parents. But in a way it could bring them closer together.
Then we could have golden boy/nerdy girl amd rhey coukd be moving in to their first apartment together.Maybe that's when we could havw exes come into play since golden boy has always had a small title for 'getting around', not necessarily hooking up or anything, but dated/flirted with a lot of girls and maybe some of them think he's still like that so it could cause some tension
or maybe he's uber succesful and everything's always been perfect in his life.Maybe nerdy girl could understandably have a low self esteem as well, so to be asked out by him in the first place was a shock. So knowing that he used to date a load of girls sets her on edge because shes constantly questioning herself on whether she is good enough for him. Ans maybe we could add the rich/poor thing in there as well. Girl has had to work for everything she has and but boy just gets it all handed to him on a silver platter. Maybe somehow for some reason he gets fired from work on the day she gets a promotion, so the tables are turned and it causes things to become unsteady. Then she could possibly get ill or something? And eventually they could have a baby as well but guy somehow thinks kfs her way of tying him down and he is a dick to her when she tells him and after a night out drunk he realises that it was him that was in the wrong.
And so on so fourth.
If we did happen to RP these, insorr of already have the characters pre-made since it never really got off the ground, but I'd really love to play the golden boy and good girl.:3 If we do do these that is.c:
oKIe so really all I found on Tumblr was stupid people self-promoting their shit and those typical plot bunnies where like, good girl falls in love with bad boy and all that shtuff. :c
But wow, I really love both of your ideas. :)
Are you interested in doubles orrr shall we choose one plot? You can decide, since your ideas are like gOLD winner.
But wow, I really love both of your ideas. :)
Are you interested in doubles orrr shall we choose one plot? You can decide, since your ideas are like gOLD winner.
Thanks.:)I think it'd probably be best if we do doubles, otherwise I'll guiltily admit that if we were to just choose one I'd favour playing the girl--and that'd be unfair.:o
Like I said though, if I could have dibs on the golden boy and the good girl that'd be good.:3
YW. B)
Alrighty. c:
And yesh, I quite like that.
And elaborating on the golden boy/nerdy girl, maybe at first, it was sort of a dare for the golden boy to ask the girl out. And when she accepted, he won the dare and was sort of a douche to her. But then later on, when he sees her in the hallways or in class or something, he feels something for her and love blooms. But the girl can't seem to put herself to trust him even though this time he's being genuine and shtuff. And then the apartment comes in and bAm.
And I don't think we need to elaborate on good girl/bad boy since you've done it quite beautifully. c:
Alrighty. c:
And yesh, I quite like that.
And elaborating on the golden boy/nerdy girl, maybe at first, it was sort of a dare for the golden boy to ask the girl out. And when she accepted, he won the dare and was sort of a douche to her. But then later on, when he sees her in the hallways or in class or something, he feels something for her and love blooms. But the girl can't seem to put herself to trust him even though this time he's being genuine and shtuff. And then the apartment comes in and bAm.
And I don't think we need to elaborate on good girl/bad boy since you've done it quite beautifully. c:
:pYea, I like that.:3 Would we involve that through flashbacks? Or would you want to start out that way and just skip through certain bits, so like two posts would be a part of the dare, then we'd skip and dedicate another two posts to when he asked her on a date etc.:3
:)
I'll post my cherries in a second, seeing as how they're already done[They're pretty simple, although I'll add a little bit more information,:3]
Maybe start that way and just kinda fast-forward to the date and shtuff. :)
And ooh, I can't wait. :)
And ooh, I can't wait. :)
« Ａｖｉｓ Ｉｓｅｌ Ｍｏｒｒｅｔｔｉ »
··Wᴇ ᴀʀᴇ ᴘʀᴏᴅᴜᴄᴛs ᴏғ ᴏᴜʀ ᴘᴀsᴛ﹐ ʙᴜᴛ ᴡᴇ ᴅᴏɴ·ᴛ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴘʀɪsᴏɴᴇʀs ᴏғ ɪᴛ··
◉ Her mothers old cat, Pebbles;
(view spoiler)
◉ A regular sufferer of panic attacks, particularly when she's under a lot of stress.
◉ Isn't particularly fond of bringing up her past.
◉ Something of a perfectionist.
◉ She may or may not have a secret tattoo in quite a private area. Her boyfriend hasn't found it yet, shes still somewhat cautious. After all, once a good girl always a good girl.
◉ Standing at a mere 5'0 and weighing in at 105lbs on the dot, its safe to say A is subjected to many a 'short' joke. However she is quite self conscious about her appearance, she knows she has a lack of...assets, so to speak. But its not as if she can change that.
◉ At the ripe age of 20, Avis is currently studying to go into a medical career. She isn't overly sure what she wants to do in particular yet, she's torn between working on a children's ward, or trying to battle for medical cures.
---
name//Reid Nathaniel Carter
nickname//Carter
age//21
appearance//
(view spoiler)
hair colour//A dark, natural mocha brown that is often mused by him running his hand through his hair.
eye colour//A dark melted chocolate colour--the type that girls often find themselves happily drowning in.
height//5'11
weight//150lbs. And its all muscle.;)
distinctive markings//Has a cressnt shaped birthmark on the left side of his chest.
other//
➥One of 3 brothers.
(view spoiler)
(view spoiler)
➥Isnt overly fond of his father.
➥At times his moods get the better of him, making him quite sensetive to what is going on around him. Not in the sense of crying, however his temper can get the better of him and hes known for suffering bouts of depression--its just always been that way.
➥ His loyal and faithful girl,Rosie;
(view spoiler)
Haha, they're perfect like you .
I'll get my charries up by today. :)
I'll get my charries up by today. :)
|ᴛᴇᴍᴘʟᴀᴛᴇ ʙᴇʟᴏɴɢs ᴛᴏ ᴡɪsᴇ. ʏᴏᴜ sᴛᴇᴀʟ, ʏᴏᴜ ᴋɴᴇᴇʟ.|
『≎』Beau Christian Parker
『≎』Beau Christian Parker
● (21; ♂ ) ■ 25th of November; 12:21 AM. ■
▿ Native of Aix-en-Provence, France.
● ʜᴇᴛᴇʀᴏsᴇxᴜᴀʟ - ❝ I know I love her... ❞
● Citizen of France.
« ｒｕｆｆｉａｎ »smoking ◞ FOOTBALL ↙ rock and roll
▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬
[ʟ ɪ ᴋ ᴇ s ▸ Sports, cigarettes, and wrestling.
[ᴅ ɪ s ʟ ɪ ᴋ ᴇ s ▸ Silence, rules, and losing.
[s ᴛ ʀ ᴇ ɴ ɢ ᴛ ʜ s ▸ Hand-to-hand combat, calculus, and football.
[ᴡ ᴇ ᴀ ᴋ ɴ ᴇ s s ᴇ s ▸ Writing and accepting his flaws.
[ғ ᴀ ᴛ ᴀ ʟ ғ ʟ ᴀ ᴡ ▸ His indecisiveness.
|ᴛᴇᴍᴘʟᴀᴛᴇ ʙᴇʟᴏɴɢs ᴛᴏ ᴡɪsᴇ. ʏᴏᴜ sᴛᴇᴀʟ, ʏᴏᴜ ᴋɴᴇᴇʟ.|
『≎』Iris Lorelai Yang● (19; ♀ ) ■ 13th of September; 10:21 PM. ■
▿ Native of Seoul, Korea.
● ʜᴇᴛᴇʀᴏsᴇxᴜᴀʟ - ❝ I'm not sure if this is real... ❞
● Citizen of United Kingdom.« ｉｎｔｒｏｖｅｒｔ »reading ◞ SINGING ↙ animals▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬
[ʟ ɪ ᴋ ᴇ s ▸ Writing, cheering someone up, and equality.
[ᴅ ɪ s ʟ ɪ ᴋ ᴇ s ▸ Racism, violence, poverty, and other worldly tragedies.
[s ᴛ ʀ ᴇ ɴ ɢ ᴛ ʜ s ▸ Mathematics, science, and literature.
[ᴡ ᴇ ᴀ ᴋ ɴ ᴇ s s ᴇ s ▸ Trusting someone and failure.
[ғ ᴀ ᴛ ᴀ ʟ ғ ʟ ᴀ ᴡ ▸ Her shyness.
You're characters are beautiful Totally didn't copy you there.c;
So shall we get this ball rolling? I have an idea in mind how to start with Avis and Beau (view spoiler)
As for Reid and Iris you said you wanted to do little snippots of how they ended up being together, right? So we .could start from either when Reid gets the dare, or from when he asks her out? :3
Aw, babe. :')
Of course you didn't. ;)
And ooh, I really like that idea. And then she could just brush his face lightly and he'd be yelling at her to stop because he doesn't want to cry and just - d'aw. :'o
And yes, little snippets. We could start the whole dare thing and shtuff in past tense. And then when they get the apartment, it's the present tense. So it's like they're looking back to how they got together. :3
Of course you didn't. ;)
And ooh, I really like that idea. And then she could just brush his face lightly and he'd be yelling at her to stop because he doesn't want to cry and just - d'aw. :'o
And yes, little snippets. We could start the whole dare thing and shtuff in past tense. And then when they get the apartment, it's the present tense. So it's like they're looking back to how they got together. :3
Yes yes. And it'll be perfect because she'll end up sitting on his lap and dabbing his face with the cloth before giving up and hugging him and just asdfghjkl.And then at another point in the RP they should be arguing about something or other[I imagine them to be quite argumentative] then all of a sudden he could just shout that he loves her and it'll be even better.*^_^*
That sounds perfecto. And it'll be fute because we'll RP the part where he realises he's falling for her and then we could do when he says I love you for the first time and I'll be beautiful.
Would you mind starting us off? I have a few chores I need to do quickly and I have to go to bed earlier tonight because of school.;-;
BRB. Dying of the feels. <3
Haha, it's going to be great. :)
And sure. ^^
Haha, it's going to be great. :)
And sure. ^^
#FeelsOverloadThat it is.:3
Thankies.^^
Ｂｅａｕ ＰａｒｋｅｒMulling around aimlessly with a cigarette at hand isn't what I'd call spending my Saturday night wisely. With quite a stunning girlfriend and a place all to myself, I guess it was poor judgement that I decided to go outside and just walk around. I guess it should be special that I live in London, but really, I don't see what the big deal is. It's hella crowded here and the people aren't what you'd call nice. Still, I see thousands of tourists gazing at the gray sky in awe and really, I can't just screw it up for them. What they find beautiful is what they find beautiful. I can't say they're wrong, even though I thoroughly beg to differ.
I run a hand through my hair as I cross the street and head to the park. When I left my apartment, I had different places in mind in terms of destination. But if you know me by now, planning isn't something that flows in my blood. More likely, I just wing it and take whatever brunt decides to fall upon me in consequence. It may sound like shit, but the worst that's happened to me thus far is getting an F on my semester report card. But you should know, also, that I don't give a fuck about marks.
I alight myself under the huge willow tree that is somewhat adjacent to the play structure. Early night is about to fall yet there are still some kids shrieking in delight as they swing themselves off monkey bars and skid down the slide. I take long drags as I watch them gradually sink to boredom, heading to their mums and leaving the playground rural with no traces of their happy screams that had been elicited from their lips just a few minutes ago. I guess it kind of makes me nonchalant since I used to do that with my mum. But mostly, it reminds me of A and her reluctance to tell me about her mother. Even though we've been a couple for at least a year, she willingly addresses her urge to not talk about her. From what I've gotten as a reaction from her, I can guess whatever happened to her mum wasn't exactly peachy. But what I don't get is why she can't yet trust me with it. I've seen her body without clothes, I know practically everything she likes and hates. But I still don't know about this one bit about her mother. But I don't push it. A is a lot of things and being forced to give information doesn't bode well with her.
I flit my eyes from the play structure and see that I'm not alone. No, in fact, a group of burly guys stand, leather jacket sleeves rolled up around their arms and their eyes glinting with steely annoyance and anger. Huh, if I didn't know any better, I'd call them the Pack. After all, they kinda do look like wolves.
"Can I help you fellas?" I nonchalantly ask from my comfortable position. I'm not going to get up for these bastards. After all, didn't they hear from a few years ago that I wasn't interested in joining their gang?
"Yeah," the alpha responds.
He's got a swirl in his eyes and for a moment, I consider his sanity. "We just wanna talk."Ｉｒｉｓ Ｙａｎｇ"Come on!"
I rolled my brown eyes as I shook my head again. "No," I said firmly.
"Why not?" I averted my gaze from my open locker to Alexis's irresistible puppy-dog-face. I quickly turned back to my stack of books, trying not to be lured in that pout. God knows how many times I'd given in. And right now, I wasn't going to let myself succumb once more.
"You know why," I responded calmly, sliding my Economics textbook into my knapsack. "You know how uncomfortable I get." I sighed as Alexis groaned, tossing her blonde curls behind her. "It won't be that bad. I promise. Look, I won't get drunk again and leave you all alone by yourself, okay? It was just - I kinda lost myself a lot those few times. But this party will be different. I swear."
I paused momentarily to evaluate the sincerity that lied behind Alexis's words. Despite having been best friends with her for nine years straight, it was still hard to trust her at times. Me being the more innocent and easily manipulated one, there was practically little to no hope for me when it came to determining if people were actually lying to me or something. I guess it wasn't really a huge problem for me, since it wasn't like I was extremely popular with the student body. But I had my select friends and well, even in that small range, I still had trouble knowing what was truth and what was lie. I guess it's why I wasn't as noticed in society like some select figures.
"Hello? Reese-Cup? You in there?" I jolted myself back to the present to see Alexis's countenance glint with barely-contained impatience. "You coming or not?"
I bit down on my lip thoughtfully. How many times had Alexis been there for me? Starting from fifth grade onwards, when I had burst into tears after some idiot called me a nerd, Alexis had been by my side, always yelling back at the taunts directed towards me and even socking a poor fellow right in the nose after he had remarked something terrible about my looks.
Still, I knew I would regret it, but I sighed and decided to give in. "Sure," I gave Alexis a small smile. "I'll go to the party with you." I flinched when she squealed and threw herself onto me. But I soon smiled back into her embrace.
Because that's what best friends do.
(view spoiler)
Ａｖｉｓ Ｍｏｒｒｅｔｔｉ
"Truth or dare?"
Callie's chirpy voice sounded in my ear as we all turned our gazes to quite a smug looking Vanessa, of whom was leaning back on one elbow as she met our interested gazes. We had huddled under the large oak tree just outside the university, and as we had done so it was Callie that had suggested the delightful idea of playing Truth or dare. Not that any of us had much to hide, more often than not gossip would travel like wildfire within our group of 5, fortunately it never went beyond our ears. You could trust in that. "Sweetie." Vanessa drawled, "You go right ahead and ask away." She said with a smirk, leaving the rest of us to converse briefly, however, before we could do so Penny had beat us all to it. "Did you really fuck Jason Miller at the party on Saturday?" She blurted out as we all turned wide eyed to look at Pen. We had all gotten used to hearing of Ness' escapades, so to hear one of us ask about one specifically didn't happen all to often. Which probably meant that Penny could be stuck on this Jason guy at the moment. Ness purses her lips briefly before letting a sigh out. "No." She began, drawing the word out. "I did hook up with his best mate though. Why, you interested in him Pen? I could set something up." After brief deliberation, it was agreed that Ness would sort something out. Unfortunately that I was next to be subjected to the question of truth or dare. Shit.
"A" Gary was the one to deliver the question this time. "Truth or dare?" I groaned slightly, burying my head in my hands and biting my bottom lip. "Dare." I spoke on impulse, instantly regretting it. This was when a sly smile grew on Ness' face as she met my eyes. Oh hell. I knew that look. "I dare you to describe what sex is like between you and Beau." I felt the blood rise in my face as I looked at the rest of the group for some sort of supportobjectionto such a cruel punishment. However all I found looking back at me were curious gazes. Oh fuck. "Well..um...Its uh..Nice I guess...." I trailed off, not daring to meet anybody's gazes. However, when I did manage to meet Ness' eyes in particular, disbelief was writer over her features. "You haven't sealed the deal yet have you? Holy fucking Christ." She exclaimed. Deciding that silence was probably my best option at this point, I decides that the tree in the distance was pretty interesting. " You mean you haven't, y'know, let him to the pot of gold yet?" Haley questioned, and another groan escaped me. "Please don't ever refer to it as that again." I stated with a shake of my head, to which Haley shrugged apologetically.
Ness seemed to have sunken into a pit of disbelief as she looked at me whilst shaking her head. "But you've been together more than a year how...Just how?" She said, gaping at me. I was pretty sure my face was a tomato now by how red it was most likely getting, and yet it still managed to prickle with more heat as the questions were thrown my way. "Why haven't you, yknow, done it? Callie questioned, to which I simply shrugged. "I don't know, We just never have. I mean, it used to freak me out, then he backed off a bit and we just havent gone to far since. He backs off." I explained. "Well has he at least seen you minus the clothes?" Ness asked curiously. "Well yea, a few times, but its never lead to anything." I stated to which Vanessa proceeded to shake her head once more. "Honey, your boyfriend must be a saint. I mean you even live together."
At that I snorted before shaking my head. "We do not." I stated indiginitly as I rose to my feet, sticking my bottom lip out. "I refuse to talk about this any more." I informed them, stamping one foot onto the grassy ground beneath. "I'm going home." I informed them firmly, to which another smirk rose on Vanessa face. "And where might that be Avis, hmm?" She spoke, satisfied to have caught me out. "Whatever you guys." I rolled my eyes before composing myself. "I'll see you tomorrow." I nodded, before turning my back to them, adjusting my satchel on my shoulder and making my way across the courtyard. Heading home. Aka, to Beaus apartment in search of some sort of moral support.Ｒｅｉｄ Ｃａｒｔｅｒ
School, I thought with little remorse, was a load of bullshit.
Ok, so maybe I might have thrown a few punches at that damned first year, but I'd been provoked and to hell with it, the kid deserved to be smacked around a few times and be put in his place. I shook my head silently as I finally escaped the headmasters clutches after being given another 'strike'. God those strikes were the bane of my life. I raked a hand through my mahogany toned locks that more often than not resembled an ebony black, unless basking in the suns rays. My hand trailed down to the thin layer of stubble that has settled along my jawline. No doubt if Mama saw me right now she'd be taking me by the ear and demanding that I clean myself up.
Fortunately Mama wasn't here to kick my ass. For now anyway.
I could already feel the distinct ache settling on my knuckles, you know, the one you get after hitting something a bit too hard. I was starting to feel mild sympathy for the boy. It swiftly passed though, as I let my chocolate brown orbs flicker around the empty hall. Damn. No girls hanging around. I'd had been hoping to maybe pick one up. I sighed in a resigned manner, accepting the fact that I'd probably spend the night alone. Or at a party with Brand. Probably the latter now I consider it. I think he said there was a party on tonight...
Speak of the devil. A quick grin found its way onto my features as Brandy rounded the corner, a certain saunter to the way he walked. He jutted his chin slightly in greeting, and I found myself mimicking his actions as he eventually stopped in front of me. "Hey man, what're you doing out here? Hodgekins have your ass again?" He assumed, to which I gave a quick nod. "Not that i regret it. The little shit had what was coming to him." I shrugged notchlantly.
Brand nodded silently, musing over something for a moment before speaking once again. "I have a....Proposition for you." He declared. I glanced back at him, having zoned out momentarily. "Go on." I urged. "Me and the guys have a little...Bet on. You know Iris Yang? Quiet girl, a bit of a teachers pet?" He questioned. I thought for a moment. Flicking through all the familiar and not-so-familiar faces within school before finally nodding my head. "I think I know who you're talking about." I admitted gesturing for him to continue. "Well basically, we've all thrown in our cash to see if you could get in her pants. Rumours are she's as innocent as the day she was born. If you know what I mean." Brand wiggled his eyebrows with a satisfied smirk. I mulled over the idea for a good few minutes. I mean, I was a little short of money right now. It'd be easy bucks. "How much?" I questioned, to which a knowing expression now was painted on Brandys face. "$200."
"I'm in."
[You're posts were perfect.:3I wasn't sure where to go with Avis' so I sort of just winged it and hoped for the best--all of it is fluff, although I was thinking maybe we could build another thing off of it, like maybe one of her friends starts gossiping about her behind her back and word travels around the university that she's 'frigid'. :3]
Ｂｅａｕ ＰａｒｋｅｒClearly, right now, I'm kinda caught off-guard. For one, I've never really had anyone ever have their damn guts to confront me and even if they did have some thoughts on meeting me one-on-one, all I'd need to do is just stand up and they'll immediately have the sudden urge to scurry away and examine their nails or some shit. Having lived to be a figure of some prominent height, I guess you could say I had little to no trouble at school. Kids never messed around with me and if I did get into a scuffle, it was either because I did some idiotic shit or someone pissed me off. And the latter was something that came off easy when dealing with me. Especially with these guys.
I quirk an eyebrow at the alpha. What exactly does he want to talk about? If it was about enlisting me as a member in his gang, he can just kiss his own sorry ass goodbye. I may be lacking somewhat in the brain department, but I wasn't completely blind. I'd seen how his gang treated everyone. They treated girls like shit and gave pretty much everyone a hard time, even the loners who didn't even open their traps at school. So I decide to retaliate, give him a sour taste of his own medicine. I'm not going anywhere and I haven't had any type of action today. So why not play?
"What if I don't want to talk to you and your pals?"
I smirk slightly as I watch his pupils dilate, as if he can't believe the audacity I have to talk to him so rudely. Oh, damn. Have you got a lot to learn about me, buddy.
"Alright, alright," I watch the guy shake it off, roll up his jacket sleeves a bit. "How about we just cut to the chase?" He takes a moment to look back at his gang before returning his gaze back at me. "I heard you've been talking a lot of shit about me and my gang."
Before I can say something, Alpha cuts me off. "You don't have to fumble your way through with excuses. You know why? I don't care. I don't care about the bullshit you said about me. It's useless to care about shit. So, listen, it's okay. Really." He pauses to let out a breath. "But look, if you're going to talk shit about my pals, that's a different story. These guys have been with me since birth, so you could say we're close at the very least. And you have the nerve to talk stuff like that, the goddamn nerve to just... " He stops to shake his head. "I ought to just fucking... " He trails off, his eyes glinting with rage.
In the midst of his whole speech, I have gotten up from my alighted area and have just waited there silently, waiting for him to finish. People need to vent here and there and I allow him to finish whatever he's been keeping in his chest the whole time. Even if I don't recall what the hell he's talking about, I know he can't do anything serious to me. I'm stronger than him. I'm stronger than the whole lot of them.
What surprises me a second later is that I'm wrong.Ｉｒｉｓ Ｙａｎｇ"3 o'clock. Hotties checking you out."
"Huh?" I swiveled around quickly, my brown eyes searching the hallway for the group Alexis wanted me to know about. "Shit, not that obvious, Reese." The confusion didn't leave my psyche yet and Alexis had to guide me properly yet inconspicuously to see right where she wanted me to see. And God help me, I sure wasn't ready.
Being someone who was immensely insecure about herself, I was never easy with attention, good or bad. I used to have a terrible time in preschool when it came to show and tell or something; the ultimate silence and what felt like a million pair of eyes fixated on me was just too much. I always felt like I was going to make a huge mistake. And I guess from that fear, my stutter kind of stemmed and here I was. A walking embarrassment but it was all me. And that, I guess, I could take pride in.
But right now, I wanted to be anyone else but me. Having people stare at me is one thing. Having a group of the most good-looking popular guys in the university... well, I guess you could say in the least that you would feel overwhelmed. But me? I was whole-out intimidated.
"W-Why are they staring at me?" I whispered to Alexis, twirling a lock of my dark brown hair nervously. Alexis replied back with a shrug, her pink lips curled into a small smirk. "I don't know, Reese-Cup, but whatever you're doing, let me know the secret." She winked at me before bidding me a goodbye, heading off to her next class. I should be closing my locker door and be heading to my own respective sections, but I was too confused to even move. Being paid this much attention made me immensely uncomfortable and it was only a little while before my cheeks got the memo and burst into their familiar tomato-ish hue. I pushed myself back into my daily schedule, trying my best to rid my mind of the distraction that had overwhelmed me. It seemed to work for a little while but soon I realized I'd have to be heading in the direction that the group had collectively gathered in order to head to my next class.
I bit at my lip, clutching my books as tight as I can to my chest as I quickly shuffle through the somewhat crowded hallway. I ducked my head so as to provide my countenance cover with my hair to hide my pink cheeks. But I guess if I kept staring down at the floor, I would end up tripping and make even a bigger fool of myself than I already was.
But I realized this only too late as I suddenly lost balance off my feet and tumbled down to the marble tile floor of the school, my books clattering with heavy thumps.
Way to go, Iris.
(view spoiler)
Ａｖｉｓ Ｍｏｒｒｅｔｔｉ
With my mind still reeling from my most recent argument with my dad, I fumbled for the key to Beau's apartment before finally managing to unlatch the door and basically tumbling inside. Instantly the feeling of home set me at ease, regardless of the fact that this was not, in fact, my home, but my boyfriends apartment. Lately though I'd been spending a lot more time around there[apparently my friends had begun to notice] Not only this,dad had too. Soon after I'd departed from the rest of the gang, he had caught me on my mobile and had proceeded to deliver 'The Chat' to me over the phone. You know. The one how I shouldn't be wasting my life away on a boy, how I was to young to be getting myself into anything 'serious' and how I should ask my boyfriend for breathing space. For fucks sake. We'd been going around in the same damn circle for months now and he just wasn't seeming to get the picture that I didn't particularly want to leave Beau. I mean, I get it. I do. He'd taken mums death a lot harder than I had, and trust me, I'd taken it pretty hard. But it was getting beyond ridiculous now and I wasn't going to be able to hack it for much longer. So now, not only had I been forced to go through the mortification of having my friends discover my...Excuse me, but lack of sexual interactions, I had my dad on the other side urging me to leaving. Being embarrassed and pissed wasn't a good mix, why people couldn't just keep out of such personal matters was beyond me. They should be minding their own godamn business, not mine.
Grinding my teeth together, I let myself gaze around the cozy one-bedroomed apartment fondly. It wasn't anything special, but again. It was like home.
Beau must be still out since the place was basically deserted and was only dimly lit by the dregs of receding sunlight poking through the half open blinds at the window. I'd just have to wait up for him so I could vent out my frustrations to him. Alls well that ends well.
On a yawn I flicked the light on before continuing to draw the blinds fully shut before making my way though to the bedroom I partially shared with Beau. By partially I mean 9 times out of ten I usually spend the night there. And most of my clothes are there. And all my other supplies. But then I occasionally go home too, and I don't pay rent so I guess I can't call it our bedroom. I rummaged through a few draws before pulling out a pair of cotton bed shorts and one of Beau's shirts that I might have borrowed(I still haven't gotten round to giving it back yet). I made a beeline for the shower, hell, I might as well get cosy, I didn't really intend on doing much else tonight except tuning in to a few soaps on the T.V, and possibly making dinner.
One two, skip a few and I'm now out of the shower and drying my hair off when I hear the door slam with a thundering bang. Abruptly I turn the thing off, winding my hair back into a topknot before making my way out of the bedroom and into the living room. "Beau?" I question to the back of his head when he comes into view. "Are you alright?" I continue as I get slightly closer.
[Forgive me if this seems as if I'm godmodding. That's not what I intended at all, so if you want me to delete the last paragraph I'd be more than happy to, just say the word. I sort of got lost for things to write without any interaction, so I thought I'd take a risk and write it up. x.x]Ｒｅｉｄ Ｃａｒｔｅｒ
I slid through the throngs of people with ease as students filtered out from their classes and into the bush halls, break having been declared by the distinct ringing of the bell. After sorting out a few more details with Brandy it was decided that I'd make my move tonight with Iris, since he had already managed to dig up that her friend, Alexis was going, and was dragging the poor girl along with her[I was told from various resources that she was often reluctant to go to parties.] But never mind that. I'm sure once I made my move everything would pan out accordingly and I'd soon be earning my promised $200.
As I began my trek down the hall I found a few of the rest of the guys gathered outside my locker, and Jared, I guy I'd known since preschool, motioned me over with a wave of his hand. Slipping my own into my pockets, the rest of the students parted slightly as I made my way through, eventually ending up where they'd decided to flock to in a small semi-circle.
"'Sup guys". I greeted briefly and the rest of them mumbled responses before Jared took the lead. "So is it true that you took the bet?" The rest of them glanced St me eagerly, and I couldn't help but roll my eyes. Jesus Christ word travelled damn well fast. I swear some the the gossiping the guys do you could compare them to Brit. One of the most renowned news-spreaders in the school. With Brit around things spread like wildfire through dry grass. And you could be sure that those flames would never die out entirely. "Yea, I took the bet." I said finally, smirk stretching across my features. A few hoots of admiration sounded from a few of the gang as I received pats on the back and a couple of high fives. "Isn't this kind of mean, what you're going to do to her I mean." Jerry's voice sounded above the rest. Out of the lot of us he was the most timid, and probably the kindest if I thought about it. He was once of those 'Save-the-planet' guys, and although you wouldn't have thought it, somehow he slots into our group. "God man, stop being a pussy." Jared said with a shake of his head before turning back to me.
"Here she comes man. All doe-eyed and innocent." He said with a grin, and u focused my sights on the small Korean girl currently darting through the rest of the pupils. She had clearly clocked us all staring at her, because she blatantly picked up her speed, although this backfired because she somehow tripped and fell--books splaying everywhere. "Guess that's my queue." I mumbled before rushing toward her, quickly managing to gather a few of her books before taking her arm gently and helping her to her feet. "You ok?" I asked, drowning down at her as I masked my face with a concerned expression. "You took quite a fall there." I continued gently. "Iris, right?"
Ｂｅａｕ ＰａｒｋｅｒI can't feel the pain, I keep telling myself. I can't feel it at all. I'm fine. I just shouldn't breathe because that's when I can feel it burning everywhere. My face, my arms, my chest... these are all the areas I should avoid thinking about and I'm golden. I grit my teeth to keep from groaning as another fist lands against my cheek. I'm pretty sure bruises have quickly begun to erupt on my face. Mum always warned me to never get into fights. Not really because of my reputation, even though that was kind of self-explanatory. But also because I inherited her sensitive skin. Though I've toned it down and hardened it to be quite considerable against natural foes, a little scratch is enough to fuck up my skin. I know, it's weird for someone like me to have such an easy weakness. But everyone has their own weird Achilles's heel.
I bite down hard on my bottom lip to keep from crying out as the blows continue to rain upon me. In the midst of the sound of flesh hitting against flesh, I can somehow pick up the sound of their weary pants. If anything, they must be getting tired and I don't blame them. I'm a tough guy to crack. Even if you manage to succeed in getting me to gasp in pain, I never ever give in to tears. Crying isn't a part of me. Even when I was a baby, Mum always claimed she'd never seen a single tear roll down my cheek. Guess I was a tough nut even when I was barely coherent with words.
I feel the blows start to slow down and before I know it, the sound of footsteps rapidly retreating. All I'm left with is the dead silence and the terrible sensation of practically every part of my body burning. I groan as I try to push myself up and struggle with what I thought to be a simple task for five minutes. My hand immediately goes to my rib and I wince as I slowly hobble in the direction of my apartment. If anything, I need to take care of this immediately before anyone sees. And with Avis having the general habit to seek solace at my place, it's best enough to say that I need to hurry before she finds me in this state. And let me just tell you, what I look like right now isn't easy to the eyes.
With a stitch aching on my side and the rest of my body screaming, it's a miracle that I even manage to make it home in one piece but when I insert the key into the hole and turn, there's nothing else that I want to do but soak myself in a warm bath. I slam the door behind me, ready to get myself a towel from the linen closet. But a familiar voice calling my name creeps out through the silence of the apartment and I'm jolted with shock.
"A?" I call out hoarsely, still keeping my front away from her. I don't want her to see this. "What are you doing here?"Ｉｒｉｓ ＹａｎｇEven before I could compose myself, even before I could even comprehend what had even happened in the course of a few seconds, I knew I was a total mess. For one, I was no longer facing the hallway but was close to see the marble tile floor that I recalled I had stepped on for the past few months that I had started university. I lied there for a second, blinking in surprise before trying to push myself back up. I quickly slid back down, however, and immediately I felt my cheeks heat up considerably. God, whoever had the pleasure of me struggling like a slug was probably having the time of their life.
I tried to collect myself, nervously tucking my hair behind my ear as I scrambled for my books. If anything, I was probably going to be late for my next class. And I really couldn't afford a tardy to mar my record. God, imagine how my parents would flip out.
I bit my lip as I looked around for any stray books of mine that might've been scattered around because of my fall. Worry flooded through my veins as I saw that my Economics textbook was missing. My brown eyes widened as I looked around. I was almost on the verge of a full-blown panic attack when a tap on my shoulder brought me to my senses. I flinched visibly and turned to see none other than what I assumed to be one of the leaders of the group who had been staring at me right before. Well, I guess they were still staring at me but I wasn't going to let that bother me. I didn't want to get too overwhelmed. "T-Thanks," I stammered out, certain that my cheeks were beet red. I accepted the remainder of the books he held and stood there, feeling more than mortified. First, none other than the fact that the guy simply towered over me. But second, it was just the fact that it was none other than Reid Carter who stood there over me, expressing what I thought was a genuine belt of concern. Reid, who probably had way better things to do with way better girls than to stand in front of a rather vertically-challenged girl who was profusely blushing.
"Y-Yeah, I'm fine," I gave a nervous titter. "They, uh, recently waxed the floor so I guess that was why. Nothing major." I brushed my sweaty hands on the back of my black jeans. "And uh, yeah, it's Iris."
I don't think I'm ever leaving Awkward City.
(view spoiler)
Ａｖｉｓ Ｍｏｒｒｅｔｔｉ
I flinch briefly as the short slap of his words hit me square on, having been delivered with something that was all to familiar to pain--one that I had heard all to often around people I loved. But I don't allow them to deter me, nor allow them to mask the way his breathing is laboured, and how he's having to consciously steady himself. Now don't get me wrong, me and Beau have our fair share of fights and butt heads pretty often, I guess its fairly normally for couples, in fact I was delightfully informed by Mandy from med class that it was a sign of a healthy relationship. Not that I paid much attention mind, it was just a nugget of information that had managed to wriggle its way through the barrier I tend to put up while I'm working. I tend to have a pretty short attention span unless I get really engrossed into a project, so my focus is pretty one-track when it comes to university. To be honest I think Mandy, and most of the other students, just like somebody to listen to them. Which, I've been informed, I'm pretty good at.
Hell, his breath is rasping as if he's a smoker that has twenty a day, and although I know Beau is a smoker he's never sounded this bad before. I admittedly have a pet peeve about cigarettes and smoking in general, and I remember all to clearly due to a minor incident back when our relationship was starting out. But that's a story best kept for a rainy day. "Have you been drinking?" I frown, I mean, I guess its logical to think so right, the way he's planting his feet firmly to the floor and all. "Are you ok?" I repeat my earlier question, letting my brow crease with confusion as I near him.
Gently I let on hand slip over his shoulder, gently holding him in place as I urge him to turn toward me whilst I move around to face him a little more, however what I'm met with shocks the living Jesus out of me.
"Holy shit." I manage to gasp out as my eyes take in his broken face. His eye is swollen, and beginning to turn a deep, purple hue, and various bruises and cuts etch his face. "What happened?" I find the words escaping my lips as I gently cup his countenance with my hands, swallowing my lump in my throat. "Who the hell did this to you?" I haven't seen anybody in this sort of state before, only in pictures. I mean, sure, there were a few incidents in highschool where some guys would get out of hand but nothing like this. He looked as if he'd been ran over by a truck twice over and then beaten to pulp.
"'What am I doing here my arse." I mutter under my breath, and without allowing him to answer all of my questions I gently pry one of his arms from his side and wind it around my shoulder as I lead him into the kitchen diner, pulling out one of the chairs and firmly placing him there. "Staying right here, that's what I'm doing" I mutter as I head to the freezer to retrieve whatever frozen goods I can so I can first tend to that black eye. And the rest of those menacing darkening splotches that are marring his skin.Ｒｅｉｄ Ｃａｒｔｅｒ
The girl, Iris, was quite clearly a flighty one, I had seen that even by the way she had curled herself inwards as she walked, head low, arms in, trying to draw as little attention to herself as was humanly possible, which probably would have been an easy task for her if you factored in her height, which you couldn't say was exactly breathtakingly tall, quite the opposite really. Shy. A shy girl. I hadn't had the experience of...Charming one of them before. My usual standard of girls went on a quota of tall, blonde and confident. The exact opposite of the Korean student standing before me. But somehow, and this was surprising to myself--I found her cute. Cute in that innocent look, and she was pretty easy on the eye as well now I'd taken the time to examine her crimson flushed face. This bet was turning out to be a fortunate turn of events. Not only did I get a hefty sum of money at the end of it, the girl that was the subject of the bet was cute. An added bonus for me.
I slid her books back into her waiting arms, watching in amusement as, for a second, she clutched them as if her very life depended upon it. I guess that was just the wah some people were raised though, and I'd wager that she was probably pushed hard to get the most out of her education by her parents. It wouldn't shock me in the least.
I watched an expression of horror slowly seep onto her features as her eyes met mine, and somehow her face managed to turn even redder--Despite the fact that I was sure that her countenance couldn't slide into an even deeper pigment, it proved me wrong. I watched as her mouth gaped open and closed slightly, and took the time to look the rest of her body up and down. A man had to know what he was dealing with after all, I had the experience to back up that fact, aka more than half the girls within the student body, and then some.
For a moment I seemed to had rendered her speechless as she struggled to get the words out, and I nodded with a smile at her thanks. A girl with manners as well. I might actually begin to grow fond of this Iris. I'd just have to make sure to not become to attached, but that shouldn't be a big problem. It wasn't usually. Finally she managed to get her words out, albeit with a stutter, but that didn't bother me, Spence had had a stutter up until the age of 14, so I wasn't about to judge her on something so minor. I let put a small chuckle at her explanation , before going ahead and allowing myself to speak. "Reid Carter." I introduced myself, before continuing. "Its good to be able to talk to you properly Iris. You're coming to the party tonight, right?" I wanted to confirm. Because so far, my overall take on Iris Yang?;
Interesting.
Ｂｅａｕ ＰａｒｋｅｒFuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck. What in the entire fuck was going on today? First I get beat up and now my fucking girlfriend finds me all black and blue? No, this wasn't supposed to happen. How it was supposed to work was me cleaning up after the mess the bastards made with me and not say a word. Maybe at the least, I could have lied and said it was just a little scuffle. But at this point, I couldn't say anything without making it worse. Plus, my throat was getting all constricted and shit and I didn't like the feeling. It felt like a huge effort just to inhale, even with all the bruises and cuts the guys left on me.
"Look, I-I'm fine, okay? You don't have to come closer to me. I'm fine." I grit my teeth, still facing the front door. I can't let her see this, I just can't. I don't want to break her heart and show that I'm such a goddamn weakling even though on the outside, I look nothing like it. I want her to know the Beau who smoked and was rebelliously charming. The Beau who never hesitated to strike anyone when it was needed and who never let go of his addiction to smoking. Instead, here I stand, all broken and battered with my back still to her. Goddammit, I don't even want to know what her reaction will be like when she sees me. Today's definitely not a good day for me.
I know at some point, I'd have to show myself to Avis but I wasn't expecting it for the time to come so soon. I wince slightly as she gasps and gently prods at the myriad of bruises that dot my countenance. Was it really that bad? If so, well, kudos to the bastards but it doesn't really help me. Goddammit, at the rate of how fast my bruises will heal, I'm probably not going to be able to step out of my home for quite a while. And without a doubt, my reputation will go down to shit.
Thinking about it pisses me off to no end. I grit my teeth and act like I haven't heard A's question. I don't want her to know. I don't want her to know about the goddamn bastards. I don't want her to think that I'm a fucking weakling even though I'm not. I close my eyes for a moment and take a deep, staggering breath, hoping it'll let the burning anger inside me diffuse to nihility. But as I reopen my blue orbs, I'm still filled with the same rage I was with a few minutes ago. And frankly, it shows no sign of dying. So naturally, thusforth, I was going to be kind of a huge dick to A.
"Look," I snap at A, pushing her hand away from my face as she leads me to a chair and plops me on it. "I'm fine. I don't need ice and shit for this. It doesn't even hurt that bad." The last part is a lie, of course, but I'm hoping it'll work in my favor and dissuade her into believing that I'm fine.Ｉｒｉｓ ＹａｎｇWhile I stood there like a bumbling fool in front of Reid, I was able to process his physique a bit better. He was one of those guys who had a great build and didn't care much whether if it was exposed or not. I also noticed how perfectly-coiffed his dark brown hair was. His eyes glimmered with some sort of amused expression and I assumed automatically that it was because of me. After seeing me tumble to the ground ungracefully and registering just how red my cheeks were, I guess I couldn't blame him. But the fact that I was at the expense of his amusement was not something I was proud of. Definitely not.
I stared down at my worn black Converses, feeling awkward for just staring at him and not saying a word. God, if only Alexis was at my side. She was great at this whole conversational stuff. Not to mention hooking up with guys. But that was another story to save for another day and really, it wasn't that relevant to the current situation I was in. I bit my lip and tried to calm my fast-beating heart. I wondered if the other guys that Reid was closely associated with were still there. Chancing a glance behind me, I found that, yes, they were still there, watching us intently. When they saw I was looking at them, they only shot smirks in my direction and wiggled their fingers in a tiny hello. Only Jerry gave me a nervous smile and this I took into heart. Jerry was probably one of the sweetest guys I'd ever known in the whole student body and it was always a pleasure to talk to him about travesties that affected our planet. Quite unfortunate that he slid in with the crowd I didn't really enjoy.
I swiveled back around to find Reid smiling at me and I felt sort of uncomfortable in his gaze. Now, don't get me wrong. I respected him for having such a high status in the student body, even was intimidated by his high position. But how he was known for it, ... that was what made me feel uneasy. I was well aware of his womanizer tactics and I wasn't sure if I was the current selected victim for him to apply them on me. But after thinking about my less wordly status here, I was temporarily reassured. No way would the golden boy go for the nerd.
"N-Nice to meet you, too," I smiled nervously at him, tightening my grip around my books as if they were a lifesaver for this awkward situation. Reading was always a solution for me to seek solace. But I had a certain feeling that reading my way out of this was not at all going to aid me. If there was a god, I hoped he could help me out of this.
"Um, yeah," I answer his next question. "But I'm not coming by choice." Only too late do I realize what my last sentence made me seem like.
I close my eyes for a moment and mentally facepalm myself.
(view spoiler)
Ａｖｉｓ Ｍｏｒｒｅｔｔｉ
I found myself pottering around the kitchen in search of the first aid kit I'd like to think Beau owns, however I know the likelihood is that he's never even thought to purchase one. Fortunately, being an aspiring doctor as such I carry one on me at all times in case of emergency's. I'd count this as one of those times. So after rummaging around in the freezer for a few moments and finally fishing a bag of peas out from one of the draws I dumped it onto the small dining table before swiftly hurrying over to my bag that I had earlier dumped on the sofa, and with shaking hands I pulled the green pack out, unzipping it as I returned to him. He looked like shit, which was probably the understatement of the century. It worried me. The way his pupils were dilated could mean head trauma and the rasping breaths could suggest internal damage, and although I may or may not be top of my class, there was only so much I could do. I was still a student after all.
Before I can set to work, his harsh words hit me and I feel myself flinch. This time not out of worry, but out of hurt. But before I could fully consider how much his words had actually effected me, my anger was already taking a hold. He'd just lit the already short fuse of my temper, of which was probably a bit more severe today given my previous crappy circumstances and general bad mood. "Look." I worked on not letting my voice rise above a shout, so replacing my usually raging screams was a menacing tone that rarely made an appearance. Dad had dubbed it my 'I'm-about-to-kill-someone' voice, and although Beau and Dad rarely saw eye to eye apparently it was something they agreed on. So I'd been told anyway. "Don't you dare get pissy with me just because your egos a little bruised, understand? Now just shut the hell up and I swear to god if another word comes out of your mouth, goddamit I'll be the one delivering punches." I warned as I pulled up a chair in front of him, my teeth grinding together--a habit I'd had since my younger years.
"You seem to forget I'm a med student, and your girlfriend. I know when you're in pain." I grumbled unhappily before slipping a small torch out of the medical kit. "I'm just gonna check if you have a concussion, so focus on something other than me, the pictures on the wall behind me will do." I decided, kneeling up closer and holding his head in place as I checked both of those blue orbs that I loved so much. Admittedly they had been the first thing to draw me in. At first I hadn't been overly keen on dating Beau, in fact, that was putting it lightly. I flat put refused at least the first ten times he invited me out on a date. However I discovered quickly that my soon-to-be boyfriend didn't give up easily and eventually he caught me at a time I couldn't say no--In front of all my friends. I'd been pleasantly surprised though. And although at first I'd been reluctant [Mums recent passing had probably had something to do with that] I eventually found myself begrudgingly warming up to him, and soon we were a couple.
I now rose from my seat silently, thankful that there was no apparent concussion--a silver lining at best. At least we probably wouldn't have to take any treks out to the hospital, provided that his breathing would return back to normal soon. I decided to go for washing the blood from his face next, so after collecting a bowl and filling it up with lukewarm water I set about the task, dabbing a cloth into the liquid before slowly wiping it down his face, horrifies by the amount of blood the rag collected. Oh god this was really bad. Jesus, this was just like the icing on top of the cake after the day I've had, and I could already feel the buildup weighing down on me as I let out a small sniffle, wiping it my stinging eyes and ignoring the years that wished to form, powering through as I washed his face of all the blood that stained his skin.
--------Ｒｅｉｄ Ｃａｒｔｅｒ
It was strange really, how much this girl intrigued me. I went for the usual 'hump and dump' however crude that might sound, and although girls definitely caught my eye, none of them really interested me. None of them made me want to find out about them what their likes and dislikes were, where their favourite restaurant was, wanting to meet their families. That sort of guy simply wasn't me so something had to be extremely different about this girl to make me actually want those things. Well maybe not want, per say. But to make me think about any of those things at all was a feat in itself, and just made her all the more fascinating.
I took the time to study her closer. Most of the guys joke about how all Asian, Korean and Chinese girls appeared to be the same, but I just wasn't able to see it that way. Her hair was a long wispy onyx shade, and when I'd caught her eyes they weren't extremely dark, a lighter shade of chocolate brown, a colour a guy could get lost in given half the chance.
I aimed a charming smile her way, one I'd practised and perfected over the years, one that was sure to make any girls heart melt. I could see just from her reaction of have to pull out all the stops to get her to even think about being with me. I mean, you'd expect she would be putty in my hands, but shy girls were difficult. From may brief knowledge of them from various different people, although they reacted to various techniques a lot more than other girls, overall it was harder to charm them because of that shyness and disbelief standing in the way. That and the fact that they actually had a brain that could fully function, unlike most of the girls I was with. Pulling out all the best tricks didn't bother me though. I enjoyed a good challenge, and something you could guarantee? I was a pretty competitive guy. That and persistent. I had a feeling both traits would come in handy when I began to try and 'woo' Iris.
A quick grin plastered itself on my lips at her hurried sentence, and I could see her hoping and praying I hadn't caught on to the tail end of her statement. I had, of course. Despite the noise of the hustle and bustle of teenage bodies moving through the hall I could hear her voice pretty damn clear. She had a nice voice, I mused silently to myself before shaking my head. "Is that so?" I questioned breezily. "Well don't you worry my little Iris, I'll make that party worth your time." I promised, throwing another lazy grin in her direction, however inside I was eager to see her reaction.
(view spoiler)
Ｂｅａｕ ＰａｒｋｅｒHaving been known as the tough guy around town, I guess it was a huge surprise to practically everyone that I was dating Avis Morretti. And to be honest, I didn't blame them. The classic epitome of a bad boy was going out with the goody-two-shoes who never dared to part her pretty lips to let out a word of profanity? I have to admit, it was quite a challenge to get her to accept me as her boyfriend. It took three weeks alone to get her to say yes when I asked her out. But once she said yes, I could actually see through the image she had carved for herself in society. Hanging around with me had more or less turned her into having a dirty mouth and I was more softer around the edges once I began to frequently pull her out on dates. For better or for worse, we completed each other and watching enough sob-story romance movies with Avis had made me accept that we were, well, quite a nice couple.
But now, sitting here whilst she tended to my wounds makes me feel nothing more than embarrassed. I feel annoyed that she had to get involved in this shit, with looking after me like I was a shot man. I no longer feel like the stronger of the two, the one who fiercely protected the other. The one who would indubitably fall as the martyr in order to save his loved one. But now that the tables have turned, with Avis on top of me, well, let's just say I had to restrain myself before spitting out a string load of profanity.
I raise my eyebrow at her grumbling and couldn't help but let out a short, raspy chuckle. A... she was certainly something. Practically a qualified doctor, she couldn't stand to see something at its worst. I remember I took her on a date once and while we were taking a walk down the pier, we had seen an injured little bird struggling to flap its little wings. Later, I found myself watching as A coaxed some water down the little chump's throat and in less than a week, the bird was good as new. She was a miracle like that and for a moment, I can't help but feel glad that she's here with me.
As I obey reluctantly to fixate my eyes on a painting of a bowl full of fruit, I find myself looking back at A out of habit. Because really, a piece of art doesn't mean shit to me unless you're A. A is practically my whole life. And when my blue orbs flit back to her, I'm caught in a bout of surprise. There are actual tears shining in her eyes and I can tell she's using tremendous effort to keep from letting them descend down her cheeks.
"A," I hesitate slowly. I can't bear to see her on the verge of tears. "I-I'm fine, okay? Look, it doesn't even hurt."Ｉｒｉｓ ＹａｎｇI bit down on my bottom lip nervously as Reid answered smoothly on my fumble with a cocky reply. Somehow, I was nervous on just how he was going to make that party 'worth my time' as he suavely claimed. I was almost tempted to say that I was actually fooling around with him, that I wasn't going to the party. But I felt like that would only make the situation worse. And frankly, I wasn't much for knots to be tightened more. Plus, I knew Alexis would kill me if I said something like that, given that I had a golden opportunity with Mr. Popular himself. I guess I would just have to go with the flow. So I just smiled hesitantly, backing away only slightly before bidding him a goodbye and rushing off to my next class. God, was this going to be quite a weekend.-ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴀʀᴛʏ-Watching a mass of sweaty bodies grind against each other whilst I stayed back safely near the punch bowl, I guess you could say the party wasn't exactly my cup of tea. As usual, Alexis had not kept her word; a few downs of vodka was enough to make her tipsy and run to the nearest hot guy and successfully rope him into a grand night. But I didn't mind; though I was a bit scared to be left to my own devices, I found much to my surprise after a few moments that no one was really paying good attention. Though I drew some astonished gapes from a few said ones - particularly because of the rather short black number I donned - most simply regarded me with short glances before letting something more significant to occupy their well-deserved gazes.
I sighed to myself softly, halfheartedly sipping at the cup of fruit punch. I despised alcohol with a burning passion; I hated what it did to people. The tipsy gait that the drunks maintained, the slurred speech that escaped fuzzily from their lips; practically everything was wrong when it came to alcohol. I shuddered to myself as I watched sweaty bodies sway to the beat of the music that pounded from one of the speakers placed strategically near the television. God, where was Alexis when I needed her?
As I stood there, I felt someone tap my shoulder and immediately I flinched. Turning around, however, I saw that it was Jerry. I blushed slightly at my own reaction and smiled. "H-Hey, Jerry." The boy only looked down at his shoes, blushing in response. He had only a good few inches on me which made me feel a bit better of my short prospects. I waited patiently for him to say something; after all, Jerry wasn't someone who was easy with words. But I found this quality of his endearing, not to mention quite easy to relate. Often times, I felt similar to how he felt around people; overwhelmed and nervous.
"Quite a nice party, huh?" He finally managed to pull through, smiling shyly. I shook my head slightly. "Not at all for me." Jerry chuckled before looking at me in the eye. "I-I wanted to say that, uh, you look very... nice tonight." I only laughed at that, smiling. "Thanks, Jerry."
(view spoiler)
Ａｖｉｓ Ｍｏｒｒｅｔｔｉ
I'd never pegged myself as one of those girls to fall in love. It just...I never really thought I fit the bill for that sort of thing. Don't get me wrong, anything romantic and I'll be there in a heartbeat, but I'd never been able to imagine myself as that girl with the relationship that everybody else wanted [I'd been informed many times by quite a few of the girls that attended my uni that me and Beau were 'Just adorable' together and that they'd 'kill for a relationship like mine']. Even when I had finally agreed to go on a date with Beau, I guess I just supposed he would drop me soon enough and I'd carry on on my merry way. But it hadn't panned put in such a way, and to this day I found myself wondering what he saw in me. I didn't have an extremely low self esteem as such. I just didn't think I was anything particularly...Special. Of course I didn't dare voice these ideas to anybody--well to my mum I did, when I visited her. I wouldn't trust anybody else with my views on myself, on me and Beau together.
I attempted to swallow the growing lump in my throat as I wiped at his face. The red just wouldn't seem to fade out and I found myself wanting to scrub at his skin until there was no evidence of what had happened and he would be back to the Beau I had left this morning. Face in tact and all. It made me angry. Angry to think that somebody had beaten up my boyfriend, had beat him until he'd been rendered powerless. I could see just from his hands he had held his own for some period of time, indicated by the fresh bruising that was beginning to form there, and I found that pride coursed through me at this. At least he had gone down fighting, hopefully gotten a few decent swings in.
I flicker my gaze up from his knuckles to his eyes, a sheen of tears masking my own. "Don't lie to me." I snap, but even I can hear the underlying tremor in my own voice as one of the tears finally escape, and I angrily swipe at it, furious at myself for letting my emotions get the better of me when he needed me. I couldn't cry right now, in front of him. Not when he still needed to be cared for and looked after. I lowered my gaze once more, composing myself briefly as I reached for a cotton pad and press it against the cut above his eyebrow which is bleeding profusely. Eventually I clamber onto his lap to get a better look at it, however my eyes are drawn back to his once again and I can read the pain in them as if they are an open book, and again my eyes are brimming with unshed tears I just wish would go to hell and come back at a more convenient time.
-----------Ｒｅｉｄ Ｃａｒｔｅｒ
The flashing green and red strobe lights were the key indicator that inside the otherwise quaint little house on the cul-de-sac, a party was raging away on the inside. I'd attended my fair share of house parties, and I didn't expect thins one to be any difference. A guy from Junior was throwing it in an attempt to gain the attention of a few of the girls in his year apparently. And since this seemed like one hell of a party I had to hand it to him. No doubt he'd be racking up phone numbers tonight, and I envied him in some respect. However, I had a bet on which included a girl going by the name of Iris Yang, which meant no tapping other girls whilst I was trying to charm her--unfortunately. So there would be no fun under the sheets for me tonight, or, for what I supposed would be quite an undetermined stretch of time.
This didn't put me off the fact however, that I was somewhat excited to see Iris tonight. For the first time in a long time, shed been on my mind since the hall incident, I couldn't quite seem to banish the image of those mocha brown eyes and that sleek, silky jasmine hair. Dammit. I shook my head as I slipped my hands into the front pockets of the fitted jeans I had on. I wasn't really one to bother about my appearance when it came to clothes, I was more than happy to just chuck on whatever seemed clean enough, and hope for the best. It was a trait bother my mum and sister cringed at. But what did they know, right?
As soon as I entered the place, the distinct smell of alcohol mingled with the smell of sweating teenage bodies filled my senses. Set at ease by the familiar surroundings of the party, that had clearly gotten into full swing, I found myself hopping from group to group in a somewhat desperate attempt to spot Iris. I collected one of the red cups from beside the punch bowl, and after sorting myself put a drink I returned to the outskirts of the house, along light conversation with a few choice people as I sipped at my drink absentmindedly. Mum had long since resigned to the fact that I'd be attended parties, regardless of if I got her say so or not. My relationship with her was built on trust, and if I'm being totally honest I'd always been a mummy's boy anybody, so I cared about whether or not her emotions toward me were negative. Let's just say I wasn't going to let shit hit the fan anytime soon. Mum was to important to get into trouble with, one of the only constants I had.
Finally, after milling around for at least half an hour I finally spot Iris, and I can feel my mouth run dry as I look her up and down from my corner in the room. Holy shit was that really her? No wonder I hadn't been able to spot her so easily. And that's when nerves started to kick followed quickly by irritation at myself. I'd spoken to plenty of girls before, why would she be any different. However, she was also talking to some guy, and as I approached, I realised who it was. Jerry.
Briefly I ground my teeth together, shaking my head as I came up behind the guy. "Hey guys." I greeted casually, sending Jerry a short warning look that he caught quickly, before glancing down at his shoes once more. "You enjoying the party yet Iris? Or do I need to keep my promise to make it worthwhile for you?" I questioned, quick grin masking my lips.
Ｂｅａｕ ＰａｒｋｅｒWatching those little hazel orbs glisten with tears, I feel like the world's biggest douche bag. Even though I know it isn't really my fault that I got mugged by the bastards - it was fucking Fate that planned this shit out for me - I still feel like I'm the one who did this, the one who made her cry. And really, that hurts like hell because no one ever wants to feel guilty for someone's tears. No matter who's crying - whether it's your mum or that special someone who you just hate their fucking guts so much - it's just not a great feeling to have. And just sitting there helplessly whilst I watch my darling A try to stifle her tears, there's nothing more I want to do than to just whisper apologies in her ear whilst just cradling her in my arms.
I can tell from the damp rag she keeps dabbing at my face with that I'm bleeding quite profusely and that means the bastards have done quite a good job screwing me over. I watch her wring out the mess before applying the same method over and over. Goddamn, what did I ever do to deserve this? I didn't do shit to the boys, I really didn't. And I'm someone who gets stuck in a lot of fucked-up situations because I just can't shut my bloody mouth up. But sometimes my mouth gets too ahead of my mind and before I know it, someone's hurling blows at me and I'm struggling hard to fight back. Mum knows from experience that I have quite a bad mouth; every time I go to visit her and Dad, she always say that I speak for two people rather than one. And while I disagree with many things, that's one of the few things we both see at eye level.
I watch helplessly as A struggles to wipe off the blood. I only know it's a matter of time before she can't hold it in because she's looking down at my hands and I know they've gotten quite messed up given that I've snuck in a few hits of my own at the guys. My fingers twitch slightly and I struggle to keep from wincing; I don't want to her know that it hurts. I don't want her to succumb in to the tears she's holding in. But give in she does and quite strongly, too. She glares at me for a moment whilst dabbing at the cut above my eyebrow before slowly giving in to falling onto my lap. Instantly, my arms go around her and I kiss her forehead, her cheek, anywhere I can get to without it being too painful. I look at her in the eye, the little girl who I had thought was a smart alec three fucking years ago. I look at her in the eye, seeing now that she is a grown woman, a beautiful, talented miracle that has hit me in life in no way possible that anything else has ever done. And I pull close to her, close enough that my lips brush her ear.
And I say I'm sorry.
Sorry for making her worry.
Sorry for losing in the fight.
Sorry for making her deal with my shit.
Sorry for everything.Ｉｒｉｓ ＹａｎｇI found myself slowly sinking into a wave of comfort as Jerry continued to keep up a good conversation with me. For once, I didn't have to worry about people shooting strange glances at me. I could actually have a good time. Jerry played a great role, roping me into a topic of a cure that might possibly stop cancer. I was thoroughly engrossed and it just felt like this might have been a party I might enjoy when the record stopped scratching and I saw the one person I didn't want to see.
Because there he was, all tall and mighty. Reid Carter who had kept his word on Friday that he'd be at the party. Dressed quite debonairly in a simple, fitted T-shirt and a pair of jeans, he towered both over me and Jerry. I bit my lip, looking down at my feet as Jerry continued to enlighten me on the medical breakthrough before he soon caught on the new nervous addition of the atmosphere and ducked his own head. We were both silenced by the Golden Boy and I knew that whatever anyone was going to say next was going to be calculated in verification of whether if it was the right or wrong thing to have been said. So I raised my head for a moment, to see if I was actually going to be able of keeping my nerves in check. But one glance at the cocky grin directed towards me was enough to set my cheeks on fire. "I-I'm fine, t-thanks," I stammered out, my voice barely inching out on being heard. What did he mean by making this party 'worthwhile?' I hoped he didn't mean in the way I thought he was suggesting. Because if he was, I wasn't hell-bent on losing my V-Card as a freshman in uni. God, if Mum found out I was floundering my way through practically the most important part of education in my entire life, I was toast. It was already bad enough that I was at this party.
For a while, it was all silence before Jerry interrupted through the awkwardness by asking me if I needed a drink. I shook my head quickly, telling him that it was fine but Jerry insisted quite fiercely and before I knew it, he quickly scurried away, leaving me and the Golden Boy all alone. Clearly, he wasn't the only one who was getting the nervous vibes now that we had an addition to the group.
I smiled uncomfortably at Reid, feeling nothing else was more appropriate at this awkward position in conversation. Or whatever we were sharing right now. One minute ticked by followed by another minute and I wondered if a person could really feel so awkward. Thankfully, Jerry returned with our drinks a moment later and I felt like the ball could resume rolling. But Jerry, being the clumsy boy that he was, just had to trip slightly enough that the drinks he was precariously balancing had to be spilled right on my dress.
Oh, could this night get any worse?
(view spoiler)
Ａｖｉｓ Ｍｏｒｒｅｔｔｉ
After my mum was diagnosed, I began to understand the true feeling of being helpless. I watched her deteriorate, watched her as her mind slowly fell apart, as her breath began to wheeze and the drawn out days in bed became longer, and the worst part was watching as she slowly forgot who dad and me were to her. That was what hurt the most, all those memories, all those things we had done together, they were wiped clean by the disease that plagued her body. When she began lashing out, dad said I shouldn't see her anymore. But I can remember I snuck into her room while she was asleep, took her hand in my own and prayed for a miracle. It didn't work though. She woke up and lashed out at me, I ended up with a bruised eye and a fut lip. But they didn't hurt in comparison to the fact that my mother didn't remember me. And that's when the true feeling of helplessness set it. It was that, and I realised how much pain you could feel from just somebody else hurting, suffering. The feelings that were surfacing now were all to familiar.
Maybe that's why I broke so easily.
As soon as Beau's arms wrap around me, engulf my small frame the floodgate open and my tears start streaming, accompanied by ugly wracking sobs as I gasp for air. My face is rested in the crook of his neck as the buildup of today's shitty day comes pouring out in the form of salty water gushing from my eyes, and it makes me mad because I wasn't able to hold it together, and this seems to make me cry even harder which causes an endless cycle to begin as I continue to weep.
Eventually I manage to calm myself, listening to Beau's comforting voice in my ear as my own arms snake around him in a warm embrace hiccuping every so often as the last dregs of tears wash themselves out of my system, leaving me feeling utterly drained, however the weight on my shoulders is now gone, and with my boyfriends arms clasped around me, the comfort and support I had been determined to search out earlier in the day is finally achieved; I'm home. I'm where I belong.
Slowly, I reluctantly pry myself from his grasp, shaking wiping away the few lone tears that still remained before looking him in the eye, giving a shaky breath before speaking. "I'm sorry." The words immeadietly fly from my mouth as I continue to sit in his lap. " I... I didn't mean to snap before. I just had a crappy day, but that's no excuse." I say firmly, more to myself than to him. " But I am sorry." I assure before hugging him once more. "Its just you worry me is all. I don't like seeing you like this." I shake my head, mumbling the words against the bloodied cotton shirt he's currently wearing. This time when I pull away I reach for the medical kit on the table before planting it in my lap and glancing at the cut on his eyebrow once more. "You might need a few butterfly stitches for that." I inform him offhandedly, sending him a shaky smile.
----------Ｒｅｉｄ Ｃａｒｔｅｒ
Seems I crashed in on the conversation. I knew because as I approached Iris had that look of my concentration on her face. I don't know how I knew that it was concentration. I just sort of...did. No doubt the pair were talking about something deep and philosophical, given half the chance I wouldn't mind joining in, most of the guys had mind numbing abilities when it came to actually taking, conversations which revolved around girls, food and, you wait for it....More girls. Don't get me wrong, for a time it was ok, but once in a while a guy couldn't help but crave a real conversation, one with views and opinions and all of that other crap which made stuff entirely more interesting. A conversation which simply didn't contemplate over the size of a girls rack would be nice. I wouldn't object to talking about something other than that, not at all.
However, it seemed as soon as I came over the pair was hushed into silence, and I couldn't help but feel faintly dejected at this. Of course I wasn't about to let that show. Instead I kept the mile wide grin plastered over my expression as I looked between the pair. I had a good head up on the pair of them, which made me seem as if I was some sort of giant, not exactly what I wanted when I was supposed to be putting them at ease. I wasn't to impressed with Jerry making conversation with Iris, especially with the bet, but he was just a kid, he'd learn. Plus if that was the sort of game he wanted I was more than happy to play along. But I never lose.
I smirked slightly at her stuttering, something I found endearingly cute--which again, wasn't exactly conventional in the whole big scheme of things, especially when I was meant to be supposedly 'seducing' this girl. And I told myself I was in some sort of way. But deep down I knew that really I just didn't want to. I didn't want to 'seduce' her, I wanted to get to know who Iris Yang really was. Which was a pain in my ass considering this bet I now had on. And the fact that I've never felt like this about a girl before. I wasn't to sure how I should be treating her, since I wanted to get on her good side and all.
As Jerry retreated into the sweating throngs of teenage bodies, I returned my gaze to Iris, allowing the uncomfortable silence to cover us like a stuffy blanket, and for once in my life I wasn't quite sure what to say. Which put a spanner in the works for sure. As I opened my mouth Jerry came lumbering back, drinks in hand, and I could almost predict what would happen just seconds before it did, and I winced as the drink splattered over Iris' dress.
"Jerry, you dick." I managed quickly as I looked at the girl in front of me's shocked expression. Jerry bumbled out profuse apologies as I gently grasped Iris' wrist with my hand, putting my drink down and resting the other on her elbow. "Come on." I stated, leading her through the crowd and up the stairs before finally entering an spare room which was currently occupied by two teenagers making out, however one sharp look from me and they were gone. I dloaee the door behind us before opening up the closet and throwing a few things onto the bed. "Any of those take your fancy?" I questioned, now turning to look at her.
(view spoiler)
Ｂｅａｕ ＰａｒｋｅｒWhispering 'sorry' over and over in her ear as I rock her gently, I feel more than guilty for causing her such trauma. Even if I didn't dig up shit with the bastards, why did I have to be such a fucking dick to him? It was like I was practically asking for them to hand over my ass on a silver fucking platter. Even if I was caught off-guard by A being here in my apartment, I still should've expected her to still be there since she'd been making appearance a lot over here at Casa Parker. And the fact that she was raking over countless hours poring over medical books and sacrificing her precious sleep just for studying makes me feel even worse. More than anything, Avis wasn't expecting to return home to tend to my bullshit. I was like a naughty toddler and she was the tired mum. And honestly, that just made me feel even worse about myself.
I rub small circles slowly along her back, feeling her sobs wrack through the small frame of her body. Despite what's she said in the past - and her fiery attitude -, I've always thought of her as my little delicate princess. She was so small compared to me and quite a little thing compared to the rest of the student body. But I've always found that quality of hers quite endearing; after all, it was sort of a turn on for most of the masculine population to be smitten with shorter girls, usually as adorable as A. I cajole her gently to let it out, to just breathe it in and just let it all out. God knows how long she's kept the emotions pent up inside her little frame. In the course of our relationship going on for more than a year, I've never seen her cry. Seen her upset, yes, but never to the point that she's actually burst out crying. Most of the time when I ask her what's wrong, she's never actually given me a straight-forward answer. She'd always lie and give me a small smile, blaming it on little things like stress or something. But I've never had something as concrete as what's she letting herself gush out now. I sit there, contemplating to myself whilst letting her cry it all out. Let her cry until the tears sputter until they stop. I smile softly as I pat her back gently, hearing her hiccups break through once in a while. I never let go of my grip that's tightened comfortingly on her waist. I let my arm rest there until she slowly pulls out of my tight grasp and focuses her gaze on me.
I let my hand skip up to her cheek and gently dab away at the remaining tears that rest on her countenance with the pad of my thumb. I smile consolingly at her and shake my head when she apologizes. "You have nothing to be sorry for, A. Nothing at all. I understand." I hesitate before continuing. "I admit that it was my own bloody fault for getting mixed up in shit, but that's all over, alright? It's just one time, okay?" I kiss her cheek softly. I watch her rummage through the medical kit that's sitting on the table and chuckle. Damn, I sure am lucky to have such a smart girlfriend.
"You do whatever needs to be done to patch me up, Dr. Morretti." I smile.
"I wholeheartedly trust you." And I really do.Ｉｒｉｓ ＹａｎｇThe first thing I could really think about was how Alexis was going to kill me for ruining her dress. What, you really didn't think the dress belonged to me, right? Goodness gracious, if you did, you haven't really known me for a good deal of time. Short and sexy wasn't my middle name. But when I was over at Alexis's apartment to try on outfits, Alexis swore the dress was made for me. But I couldn't see just what exactly was going for me. My legs were exposed from mid-thigh to ankle. Quite a good deal of my... assets were good on display. Suddenly, I wondered if Jerry's compliment on my looks tonight were only solely based on what I was donning. I tried to keep from blushing as I quickly returned Jerry's profuse apologies with breathless forgiveness on his mistake. After all, it was only an accident. I was quite sure Jerry didn't mean it. Reid, however, kind of looked annoyed and for a moment, I wondered if Jerry and he were on good terms. I had no time to consider because before I knew it, I was whisked away by none other than the Golden Boy himself into the mass of gyrating teen bodies. With me politely asking people to excuse me whilst Reid pushed through without a care, we drew quite a few looks, more so on me and on him. Quite a few pair of eyes narrowed on me in suspicion but I really couldn't respond to them in any way because right then, I became aware that there were no more people surrounding me and the music that had been on full blast was muted. Nope, I was right now shut in a room with Reid.
Now think what you will but I got pretty darn scared. From what little prospects I could determine of the room, there was only a queen-size bed present along with a bunch of beer cans littered amongst the carpet. And from what I've gained as lessons from Alexis, I knew this could only mean one thing. As I stood there panicking whilst I still donned the still-damp dress, it became quite a surprise when I heard something land on the mattress. Chancing a glance, I saw that it was nothing but a few articles of feminine clothing.
I let out a small sigh of relief and immediately turned beet red when I realized Reid might have heard it from me. I mean, it wasn't exactly the softest thing to be heard. Knowing for certain now that Reid must have been staring at me now, I focused fully on the litter of clothes that was thrown unceremoniously onto the bed. Alongside a few racy items that bordered on straight-up lingerie, I was able to find a red plaid shirt along with a pair of designer jeans that were both miraculously in my size, considering how small I was. I smiled shyly at him, showing him my pickings before getting ready to head to the closet to change. But one step was enough to make me realize that I was wearing a dress that had a zipper on the back. Surely, I couldn't reach it by myself. I slowly came to realization on what I should do and frankly, it wasn't something I wanted to do.
But if it was to change into dry clothes, clothes that weren't stained dark with punch, there was nothing I could do about it. So I mustered up what little I had of courage and headed over to Reid. "Uh, c-could you, um... I'm w-wearing a dress and... the zipper?" I managed to stammer out, embarrassed as hell. I gave up on words and pointed to my back, gesturing to the zipper.
God, I was never going to live this down.
Ａｖｉｓ Ｍｏｒｒｅｔｔｉ
"Dr.Moretti, I like the sound of that." I send a grin his way, tears already long forgotten as I set to work.
I furrow my brow slightly as I study the cut above Beau's eyebrow. I've managed to just about blot the bleeding after getting through about two cotton gauzes, and had I not already checked him for a concussion I would be slightly more concerned. Fortunately I knew there wasn't any serious head trauma, mainly things appearing worse than they actually were, which was a good thing, in my opinion anyway. Beau might object to that since he still gets all of the pain that the cuts and bruises bring, but I'm just thankful its nothing more than cuts and bruises. The rasping has stopped now--a good sign, however his left eye is a pretty ripe purple colour now, and a few minutes ago I had handed him the bag of froze peas to rest on it to try and reduce some of the swelling. I retrieve that little gauzes from the kit before digging deeper to pull out the butterfly stitches. I can't help but be grateful that I aced this part of class--at the time I'd thought it would be a pretty useless skill but I guess I was wrong. "This might hurt a little since I need to pinch the cut back together before I apply it." I inform him, and before he can answer I jump right ahead and do it, muttering out a "hold still" as I efficiently apply the stitches, leaning back to check my handiwork. "That'll do." I say with a nod. Pressing a light kiss on his temple before examining the rest of his face.
I still can't believe that I had broken down that way, usually I was able to keep my feelings firmly in check, hell, a few times my friends liked to dub me 'ice princess' (it wasn't a name I was fond of). I mean, its not like I don't cry, I just tend to let it all out when I'm alone, but there was something strangely comforting about being consoled by Beau, and although I was vaguely embarrassed at the fact that he'd seen me get myself worked up into such a state, I guess it was just another sign of how much closer we were getting to one another. 6 months ago I would have sworn blind I would never cry in front of anybody. I guess I would have been wrong.
"I'm still sorry about...." I trail off. "Don't get me wrong though, I don't want this to happen again though." I allow a brief smile to flicker on my lips before my face softens slightly. "I don't want to know what happened, but just promise me you're not in one of those really shitty situations that are hard to get out of again?" I ask it as more of an question, rather than a statement as I curl up in a ball on his lap, head rested against his chest as I listen to the steady beat of his heart. Over the past year and a bit me and Beau have been together, I've had countless people ask why I'm with him. Tell me that I can do better, tell me that he's a waste of space. Nobody seems to understand. They can't see what I see. They see a troublesome 'useless' delinquent who apparently won't get anywhere in life(from what I've been told anyway). But for me, I see my whole world in him, and he has so much to give, so much potential. Even he can't see it, from what I've gathered. But I'm determined to somehow show him, make him believe that my view of him is right, that he can do anything. I know he can. Its why I love him. Not that I've plucked up the courage to tell him that yet though.
We sit there in silence for a little bit, and unlike some cases where silence can be awkward and uncomfortable, this sort is nice, relaxing, just being in each others company is enough. "Dad called again today." I say finally, nestling myself deeper into the crook of his arm as I glance up at him. He's well aware of the fact that my dad doesn't approve, probably because my dad told him so as soon as I had brought Beau home for the first time ever. Let's just say dinner hadn't been all to pleasant.
"Hey Beau?" I speak again, eyes meeting his. "When do you think I can meet your parents?" I question. Its one of our longtermargumentsdiscussions, one that I was sure I was slowly winning by wearing him down bit by bit. Hopefully I was anyway, but I knew in some cases I had my boyfriend wrapped around my little finger. However, I only took advantage of it sometimes. Like now, for instance.Ｒｅｉｄ Ｃａｒｔｅｒ
I contemplate to myself, why exactly I'm so affected by this girl. It doesn't make any sense in my mind. The dots just don't seem to add up. She's not strikingly eye catching. Not in a way that makes you turn your head instantly, its more of a slow and steady. A realisation that, oh, this girl is pretty, no, this girl is beautiful. Which I can assure you, isn't the type of girl I generally go for, normally its all going for the whole head-turning, hit me straight in the chest beauty. This is wholly different. Not only that, but I know for a fact that this girl isn't stupid. Far from it. From what information I could gather from the rest of the guys, she's was top everything with grades that make mine look like the dogs dinner, and despite common belief I do manage to keep up with my grades and I'm a solid A to B grade student. Not to shabby in my opinion. Finally, she's quiet. Again, not my type in the least. Not to say that a shy girl wasn't able to make conversation (I guess? So far she barely uttered two words to be without stuttering) but more often than not I went for more confident girls because it was easier to strike up a conversation with the!. Or rather, them with me. It was rare that I made much of an effort with the girls. They just sort of...Flocked to me, as bad as it sounds.
As I turn to look at her, I catch the expression she was wearing before she realises that I'm giving her clothes to change into, instantly my eyes a rolling. "Did you really think I was going to try and instigate sleeping with you, right here right now? My reputation may not say to much for me, but I do have a bit of class. I make talk before I go ahead and jump into bed with somebody..." I let quiet lapse briefly. "...sometimes." I say, letting a grin spread across my countenance. "Plus you're all covered with punch at the minute." I let my nose crinkle slightly, face relaxing as she picks out her items of clothing.
I nod, about to settle back on the bed before she sort of awkwardly shuffles towards me, and for a moment I'm confused. Surely she doesn't want to stay in some punch-covered dress than absolutely necessary, right? I heard that girls were especially bothered by those sorts of things. Apparently. However, what I make out from those stuttered out words has me grinning ear to ear and I can't help but chuckle lightly to myself. "Now who's instigating the idea of sex." I retort, smirking slightly before putting her put of her misery, lightly. I allow my hand to brush those dark locks to one side and slide the zipper down to the bottom, stealing only the shortest of glances before stopping myself and leaning back on my hands. "All done." I inform her easily. "Now go get changed out of the bloody thing. I'll give you a ride home if you need it?" I questioned it, hoping she would say yes rather than no.
Mama would probably be shocked that I arrived home earlier from a party. Hell, half the time I didn't come home at all, not until morning, by which time I was most often suffering from a severe hangover and was certainlynot in the mood to talk. Spence got a kick out of it though, doing everything he could to annoybthe absolute crap out of me while I was suffering the after effects of alcohol. Guess I was putting a spanner in the works for his no doubt well thought out plans of usual torture that normally I would return home to. Hell, I might even pull a few pranks on my own for him, just for a kick. Having dazed out for a second, I blinked myself back to the present, eyes returning to the figure still currently standing in front of me. C'mon Iris, it can't be exactly pleasent staying in that thing." I hurry her, although I can't quite place why I'm doing so.
Ｂｅａｕ ＰａｒｋｅｒAs a guy who's probably dealt with a great deal of pain - considering how easily I managed to attract the wrong kind of attention - I guess you could say I was just a tiny bit short of being a regular at the emergency room. Nurses always managed to pull out my medical records without needing any assistance of knowing who the hell I was because my face was that familiar to them. Surgeons were guaranteed to be annoyed once they saw who their next patient was. As for my mum, well, let's just say she wasn't quite pleased when she received the bills. I even managed to get thrown under the bus by her, being promised angrily by her that she wouldn't be paying for my sorry ass the next time I fucked up. But I remember how tightly she hugged me afterwards, trying to wipe away tears that were skittering down her cheeks without drawing attention. And how she smiled consolingly at me, running her soft fingers through my hair. God, I missed her. And I honestly couldn't wait to head back home for a nice long visit. Maybe I'll even bring A with me, since she's so keen on meeting the folks. But I don't know.
I try my absolute best to keep from crying out when A holds the cut above my eyebrow together as she whips out the necessary tools for applying the stitches. And god fucking damn, it feels like someone's stabbing me. Usually when I land at the hospital, they usually lace me up with a bit of morphine to help ease the pain and then consequently keep me still so I wouldn't fidget and screw up the whole process. But with nothing here to keep me at relaxed bay, it takes a whole lot of effort to keep from ripping myself from A's grip. I'm only thankful that the stitches only take a few minutes before I'm set free and left somewhat content whilst the cut still burns. Still, I make some effort to smile at A to show that I'm fine and sit there. "Thanks for patching me up."
I watch her tuck away the unused gauzes back into the first-aid kit, her nimble fingers securing the container shut before she turns back to study what's left visible of my original countenance. I return the favor by studying every feature about her. Her hazel eyes. Her mousy brown hair which has been pulled into a messy bun, a few stray fringes hanging out. And she is all mine. Mine, mine, mine. I can't help but feel lucky that A's in my life. Not just as a best friend. Not just as that girl I could always crack jokes with.
My lover. My girlfriend. My everything. The sun to my morning. The moon to my evening. Everything.
I smile as she nuzzles into me, gathering herself onto my lap. My arms automatically go around her as I kiss her neck gently, closing my eyes. The silence that fills the room is blissful; all I can feel is A breathing, all I can hear is her heart beat. Thump. Thump. Thump. Then she apologizes again and I sigh. "You have nothing to be sorry for, okay? But I promise." I kiss her cheek, rubbing small circles on her back. I raise an eyebrow when A says her father had called. Now, don't get me wrong, I was as much as respectful as I could get out of my system when I went over and met Mr. Morretti but things... we just didn't meet eye to eye. Making conversation with him was awkward as fuck and I remember how A always tried to make an effort to keep the ball rolling even though it always ended up bumping against a corner and let the awkwardness ensue over the dining table.
"Maybe someday," I reply when A asks about meeting my parents. Being with her for about a year, I guess it's called for that I at least show her the whole Parker family. But I don't know why she's so hell-bent over meeting them. If anything, I don't want her to see just how loving they are. Because I'm afraid that might get her to pick up some bad vibes about her own family and her mother and...
I just don't want to hurt her.Ｉｒｉｓ ＹａｎｇRealizing quite quickly that my self-esteem was plummeting down to the negatives, I decided the best thing to do was to get changed into the new selection of clothes as fast as possible. The fact that he had unzipped my dress with no complaint and implied that I was the one who initiated the idea of sex made me feel nothing more than offended. I knew that while I was known around as that one Asian chick who was triumphant in almost all academic areas, I was severely unqualified when it came to other aspects. Aspects that were regarded more for significance, more for popularity. I wasn't blind to all the weird glances I got, the looks people would shoot at me when I tried to fit in. Even Alexis was prone to quirking an eyebrow at my 'seeming innocence' even though I wasn't. I wasn't innocent at all. I understood some of the lingo people exchanged; I just didn't want to take part of it. But I didn't get why people didn't understand that.
I quickly sought for refuge in the closet, seeing as there was no other private places where I could change. And since Reid didn't seem like he was planning on leaving, it was up to me to find other methods that would benefit my purpose. So I legitimately shut myself in the closet, almost immediately feeling claustrophobic despite the fact that I was quite small. In the dark, I shuffled out of my dress and quickly pulled on the jeans. Hearing him call out for me, my fingers fumbled for the buttons of my shirt and within moments, I pushed the doors open and sighed in relief for the light though my eyes were quite reluctant momentarily for the immediate adjustment. I ran a hand through my dark locks, one hand clutching at the punch-stained dress.
At his question of a ride home, I was quite perplexed. To go home would mean I would be free of this party. But to go home with him, that would mean that my reputation would be thrown at the highest of stakes. Not to mention Alexis would get extremely pissed with me. And with the ruined dress added to the factor, most likely, I was going to get killed. But for once, I thought about myself and about what I wanted. So I smiled shyly and said, "If you could spare me a ride, that'd be g-great."
(view spoiler)
Ａｖｉｓ Ｍｏｒｒｅｔｔｉ
"I can't believe I'm an actual nurse now, like officially!" I squealed in delight as I walked hand in hand with Beau. The incident that involved him being beaten quite brutally was behind us, having been a couple of weeks ago that it had actually happened. At first he hadn't left the apartment even with bribes, however eventually I had managed to drag him out of his ego-bruised stupor with the threat that I might just go and befriend Austin Rivers--a guy that I knew Beau despised profusely. He had been up quicker than a shot when I proposed that to him. Now, however the only reminders of the god awful occurrence was the residing gash on his forehead. The stitches were no longer in place, but a faint white scar lie in its place. I grinned up at him our arms swinging with our twined fingers. "Now I can start working and-." I cut myself off, biting my tongue to prevent myself from continuing the sentence. Despite the fact that I might as well live at Beau's, he still has yet to have asked me to move in with him properly, and since he hadn't, I couldn't exactly invite myself to just start paying rent, like I had just almost suggested.
Before I can let myself babble away anymore, my ears latch onto the sound of my name being said. My name isn't exactly common, so it's granted if somebody around the area is talking about an Avis, nine times out of ten they're probably talking about me. I shush Beau despite the fact he's not managed to slip a word in edgeways since the graduation ceremony, gesturing up ahead to the two guys walking in front of us.
"....What that girl....Avis? The short one?"
"Yeah man, apparently she's frigid according to Austins girl. Cold as ice. Been with her guy for over a year and he hasn't had any sugar apparently. Either he bats for the other team or he's going elsewhere to get the good stuff."
The two guys let out a crude chuckle, however I pay no mind to it, their words ringing in my ears. My throats gone dry and my previous excitement has been successfully snuffed out. One of the girls is gossiping about me? No less about something personal. Extremely fucking personal. I force myself to glance up at Beau, my stomach dropping just slightly. I'm pissed sure, but right now the absolute humiliation I'm feeling currently is sort of overriding everything else, rendering me useless.
...Going elsewhere.
No, he wouldn't do that to me. But that doesn't mean that the suggestion of it doesn't hurt any less. I swallow down the lump in my throat, forcing a smile onto my lips before glancing around, unable to meet his eyes. If those guys know about those details, then who else does? And what sort of other stuff do they know? After all, it hadn't been the first time I'd confided in the people I had believed to be trustworthy. Not only that, now Beau knows that my friends know basically every aspect of our relationship, and the fact that I talk about...That, sort of stuff with them. Which is mortifying enough all on its own.
I can't bear to look at him, my grip having loosened in his own hands grasp. This wasn't how I had anticipated the night turning out to say the least. In fact, my day just went right through the crapper. Fantastic.Ｒｅｉｄ Ｃａｒｔｅｒ
"Here she is. The beauty." I whistled, placing a protective hand on the hood of my car, solely mine, might I add. I spent all of my sophomore, junior and partially senior year saving up for the vehicle, which might as well have been my biological child, according to Mama anyway. The late night shifts, weekends and overtime had been well worth it, now looking down at my beloved car. I opened the door for Iris, allowing her to clamber inside before closing the door behind her and sauntering around to the drivers side, swinging the door open and throwing myself into the seat. "Where to?" I questioned, and as soon as she recited the address I made the route to pur destination in my head clear, nodding to myself before glancing at her. "Off onto our journey, shall we princess?" I asked with a grin, before putting the keys in and starting the engine, off to return the princess to her castle.
"I don't really see what possessed you to go to the damn party anyway." I mused aloud to myself as we turned a corner, letting silence settle over us for a moment and admiring the view of the stars glittering above us. I wasn't one to be soppy, but stars, and space in general had always interested me. Untouchable things. It amazed me, really. I guess it all stared with Dad though, he was always avid about things I'm space, had a telescope and everything, which allowed me to watch the stars, that was when my fascination for them began, and its never really stopped.
"Y'know, Jerry isn't that good of a guy." I begin, which even I know is complete and utter bullshit. Hell, every summer he flies out to Africa to do volunteering, the whole summer. And from what I've heard he's always donating whatever he can. He puts anybody to shame, especially me. That's disregarding the fact that him and Iris would probably click way better than me and Iris did. Hell, the only one up I had on the kid was the fact that I could talk to girls without spilling punch over them. Even that wasn't guaranteed. I'm expecting to hear her vehement protests, however I'm only greeted by the quiet of the night. Gingerly, I glance over to see Iris' sleeping form, andi realise then she's way to good for a guy like me. A guy that rends to leave a trail of unintentional destruction in my wake.
With my heart softened, I take the last turn and end up parked outside her apartment block, from the looks of it, it shouldn't be to hard to get in, so I step out of the vehicle, walk over to the passenger side and gently gather Iris up into my arms, cradelling her against me as I manoeuvre myself around so I can lock the car after closing the door. "Come on princess, let's get you off to bed." I coo softly as I make my way into the block, and, as expected its pretty easy to get in. I can remember her also trailing off her room number, so after a brief search I manage to find her place and having already collected her keys from her back pocket (I swear I only went for the keys) I unlock the door and hunker inside, pushing the door to as I locate her room and gently set her down on the mattress. I slip off her shoes, ensuring not to wake her before pulling back the covers and pulling them over her. "Sweet dreams princess." I murmur, pressing a light kiss to her forehead before refeeding out of the apartment, pausing outside of her door before closing it shut behind me and retreating back to my car.
Any cravings or shtuff you wanna share? c: