Chloe and Wise. c:

[wanderer]

(view spoiler)[Thank you lovely. *^_^*
That's perfectly fine, I don't mind waiting for your beautimous response. I know you'll do well in those exams, don't worry about it.:) (hide spoiler)]

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Okay, first of all, let's get it out there that I didn't want to head from the safe comfort of what my apartment provided me. I was perfectly content with letting what was left of needing to heal on my face in private. But A had insisted so many times, trying to rope me in with those adorable pouts she knew I just couldn't fucking resist. It was barely a miracle that I had lasted out so long with my obstinacy. But here I am, one hand laced in A's as we head to our favorite restaurant whilst the other frequently reaches up to tentatively prod at what was left of that terrible evening with the bastards. Now of course we aren't looking forward to eating a first-class meal without something significant thrown in the pot. And this time, it is something grand. Nothing silly that concerns around me. Oho, hell no. This time, it's all about A.

Having finally graduated as a certified nurse, A is now legally carrying out quite an amazing occupation. Now I won't be the only one with wounds she'd be tending to. This time, she can actually set her magical fingers to people of a bigger population, people who will actually be saved by her. I feel nothing but immensely proud of my girlfriend and more than once, I can't help but be amazed at my fortune of having landed a great girl who wasn't only amazing in looks. I chuckle as I squeeze her hand tightly. "My little A's a nurse," I tease, stooping down momentarily to brush my lips against her cheek.

I return to my original stance and when I turn back to A, I see the smile that had been on her pretty little lips had immediately been wiped away. I quirk an eyebrow and am prepared to ask what's wrong when she shushes and gestures her head to the blokes who are walking in front of us. I pause, catching A's name in the conversation they're holding. Chuckles are exchanged betwixt the two pals and I can catch short fragments of their conversation, fragments which I nonetheless take in.

"Frigid, according to Austin's girl... over a year... no sugar yet... bats for the other team probably, yeah... "

I cease walking and my hand immediately tightens around A's. Hot blood rushes to my ears as I stand there, shocked for a second. How in the entire fuck had those fucktards found out about our relationship? Okay, maybe we were kind of popular in the sense that quite a lot of people shipped us together pretty hard so obviously information was easily passed out amongst the population. But information as personal as this... sex... no one was supposed to know what went down between us in that sense. It was downright personal. It was our fucking business to deal with.

I look down at A and see a wobbly smile has been painted on her lips. I can internally tell that she's trying to reassure me, that she's trying to tell me that this isn't a big deal. But it is. It fucking is. And I'm not going to let the fucking bastards get away with talking shit like that. The loosening of A's grip on my hand confirms my intention and before I know it, I'm heading over to the two blokes and I've pushed them both against the wall.

"You know who I am, right?"
Shit is going to go down. Hard.

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Waking up to the incessant twittering of birds and in clothes I didn't recognize being part of my wardrobe, I guess you could say I was extremely confused. All I could recall was that I was at some party last night and was wearing some short black dress that belonged to Alexis. I looked down at myself, studying the red plaid shirt and jeans I donned. Nope, I definitely didn't own such articles of clothing. But I was relieved to see that I had woken up in my own bed, in clothes that thankfully covered up my body well enough. Goodness knew how awkward it would have been to see otherwise.

I reluctantly got up from the lazy warmth of my bed and headed over to brush my teeth and take a quick shower to try to rouse up my sleep-induced mind. Clearly I had gotten home quite late as I had never felt the urge to yawn so frequently. Even when it was time for finals, I had always managed to get myself tucked in bed by eleven o'clock, midnight at the latest. God, today wasn't going to be my day, I just knew it.

I quickly threw on an old red sweatshirt and paired it up with black leggings. I still didn't know what to do with the outfit I had woken up in, so I just awkwardly set it up in an awkward lump in the laundry basket. The dress, however, - which I found draped on my chair - was unfortunately much easier to explain, seeing as the punch stain on the front was quite prominent. I made a mental note to return it laundered to Alexis tomorrow. Sliding into my flats, I stopped by the kitchen to grab an apple before leaving the apartment for my car. Within moments, I had reached the familiar structure of the university and had pulled into a parking spot. Driving wasn't something I was keen about, especially with the risks it offered with possible accidents. I preferred walking, but I knew no way in hell was I going to be able to reach the uni on time by walking 3 miles. I exited my vehicle, collecting my book bag and wincing as the headache that had been mild when I woke up was now pounding.

I pushed through the mass of students, trying to get to my locker as politely as I could without agitating their countenances into glares. I saw that I received quite a few more keen stares at me than before, so obvious that more than once my hand leaped to my face to see if there was anything on it. I was not at all intrigued by the notion of meeting embarrassment but finding nothing, I slowly entered my combination, twisting the knob of the lock and yanking the locker open, almost getting clocked in the face in the process.

Yup, today wasn't going to be great, I confirmed mentally. Not at all.

(view spoiler)[Sorry, this was late. I was trying to catch up on sleep and bleugh, writer's block. x.x Hope this wasn't too crappy; I'm trying to force myself to write without erasing everything. (hide spoiler)]

[wanderer]

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My brain seems to be having trouble catching up with itself, and I'm still in denial about the fact that one of my 'best friends' has stabbed me right in the back-- apparently with little remorse as well, considering she went straight to the person she knew would have the greatest impact on us, or Beau a least; Austin. I wasn't so sure what had gone on between the two, but the seemed to be a constant blood feud going on and no matter how much I tried to pry out of my boyfriend he simply refused to talk about the matter, so I put it to rest. Now Austin would have one up on Beau, as stupid as it sounds, and although I never really understood what went on, I knew that Beau wouldn't live it down--not going the full round with his girlfriend of over a year.

This was all my fault.

This thought had been the one that registered first and foremost. If I had just kept my stupid mouth shut, or if I was just a better liar, the details of our personal lives wouldn't be spreading through the student body like wildfire like now, which was a give in. I was made aware a couple of months in that quite a few of the girls admired our relationship, not only that, but anybody was a sucker to a good piece of gossip, I know I was from time to time. So an update on the schools most 'shipped' couple so to speak? Well it was golden. However now the dregs of fear were beginning to set in. What if there was no us after this? Beau's going to hate me. And if he leaves I don't know what I'll do.

I hate to admit how dependent on him I've become. Not financially or otherwise, but emotionally. He was my shoulder to cry on when I'd had a shitty day, the person I could be screaming at one minute, and laughing with the next, the light in the darkness. He was everything in that sense, and if I lost him I'm scared I might take that long spiral into despair again, that depression will raise its ugly head once more, and that this time I might not be able to slay the beast. Not again.

I finally bring myself to look at him, and the absolute rage on his face makes me want to run for the hills and never look back. And I know he would never lay a hand on me wrongly. Before I can stop him, he's already striding over to the two guys, pushing them both up against the wall in one easy move. A sound something close to terror escapes my mouth as I watch him. He's never been like this before. Not angry in this way, and I'm scared that he might do something he might later regret.

"B-Beau? What're you doing man?"

I hear guy A, as I have dubbed him, question hesitantly. Slowly I came up beside my boyfriend, swallowing down the lump in my throat and blinking back the sheen of tears that have surfaced, resting a gentle hand on his upper arm. "Beau they're not worth it. We should just go home." I state, watching as recognition clouds the perpetrators eyes slowly, followed by an instant dousing of fear that rolls off of them in waves. "Please Beau." I plead quietly, my voice straining slightly. "These arseholes will get their karma some other way. We should just go." I continue trying to soothe the bubbling wrath that is clearly simmering beneath his furious expression.

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"C'mon wake up Reid, wake up!" The whiny voice wobbled through my ears as I wavered in and out of consciousness, still in that in between stage of not quite asleep, nor awake either. Thos however, changed pretty quickly when a harsh shock of coldness surprised my body, causing me to practically jump out of my skin. "What the fuck!" I'm pretty sure my voice would have been hears within a 5 mile radius with how loudly I shouted, and it clearly had an effect because Trevor, my 14 year old kid brother, flinched back slightly, crinkling his nose up disapprovingly. "Jeez, not so loud." He said, rubbing one of his ears in mock hurt before meeting my eyes. "Mum said you guys had to take me to school today, but Oscar and Spence are already gone." He shrugged before clambering off my bed. "Which means you get to take me." He said in a singsong voice."You're such a dick. Fucking brother." I mumbled toward him as he sent a glare my way, although I caught a faint glimpse of hurt before he left the room, leaving me to fully awaken from my groggy disposition.

I sauntered through to the bathroom, rubbing on hand across my face and the thin layer of stubble that had settled just along my jawline. Grimacing slightly I went about shaving and within about 15 minute I was completely ready for school, simply running my hand through my hair a few times o make it look as I'd I had made something of an effort. For the record, I hadn't. In fact, for school I rarely did. It then occurred to me, however, that today was the day I had been planning to ask princess, aka Iris, out on a date, so I sprayed some cologne on top of my body spray and after calling Trevor, we set off.

To say the journey was silent was an understatement. Eventually I buckled. "Look, I didn't mean what I said this morning. I'd just woken up is all. I...I'm sorry ok?" I said after a moment, having turned the volume down as we drove. I didn't get a response out of him, which threw me off slightly. "What the hell, I just apologised and all you're gonna give me is shitty silence?" I said, glancing down at him to see him twiddling his thumbs in his lap. "Aren't you going to say anything?" I question once more, again, I'm met by silence, and so I do what any good older brother would; I stop in the middle of the road. "What's up?" I ask now, finally he meets my eyes. "Kids at school." He shrugged, to which I purse my lips. "They giving you a hard time?" He nods in a jerky motion once, to which my jaw sets. "I'll keep an eye out. You just stick close to your friends." I tell him gruffly, resting a hand on his shoulder in reassurance before continuing on the journey to school.

As soon as I step inside the building I wish my brother a farewell, promising to give him a lift home before parting ways. My eyes scan the halls as I begin to dodge my way through throngs of student, however eventually the sea of people begins to part for me and I begin to make my way to my locker with ease. That is before I spot Iris however, and all intents are brushed aside as soon as I clap eyes on her. Images of last night come flooding back to me, and instantly I make a beeline toward her, its now or never, right? " Hey Princess. " I cooed, as I step to her side so I'm in her line of vision. "How're you holding up after last night? Quite the party huh?" I let a causal grin slide on to my features, since she knows as well as I do that she barely got a chance to become engrossed into the actual party at all, yet passed put in my car as if she had been previously dancing the night away.

(view spoiler)[It was beautiful. Now its my turn to apologise for it being so late, family stuff came up last night, which was why I didn't reply then, and I'm literally exhausted, so if either of my posts are shitty/don't make sense I apologise, I just really wanted to get this up for you. x.x (hide spoiler)]

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Understandably for the two dumbasses, it takes quite a while to realize just who their assailant was. They got caught off-guard from talking shit about my girlfriend and given quite the rural vicinity, it was perceived well enough that they'd think that the victims of their poisonous tongues wouldn't be there to hear whatever the fuck that they were gabbing about. Damn, it was only pure luck that I caught them, thanks to A and her great hearing.

"Took you long enough," I growl when one of the guys finally manages to come up with my name albeit broken off slightly by stammers. This time I was at the upper hand, not like that time when I got the shit beat out of me by those bastards. The world gave me another chance to prove myself and you can bet my fucking head that I wasn't going to waste this fucking opportunity.

"So you guys think it's cool to talk shit about people, huh? You guys think our relationship is funny? Gives you a good laugh?" By this time, the guy who had managed to come up with my name has calmed down quite a bit and lets out a snicker. One glare shot at his way and my fist has already reached out to punch him. The bloke's immediately silenced and a shaking hand makes its way to graze at the bruise that's obviously going to be pretty big on his cheek. "Is it still funny now?" The guy slowly shakes his head and I can't help but feel even more angry because these fucktards screwed up our night. Tonight was supposed to be just A and me, eating a fancy dinner and enjoying a lights show that I had gotten tickets to in advance. And now, with me all pissed off and shit, you can guarantee 100 percent that I was going to be thinking about the shitty comments the guys said about my A.

"L-Look, we're sorry we talked shit about you and Av - ," the second guy's cut off by another punch that lands on his jaw. I stare daggers at him, well aware that I have quite a good few inches on the bastard. "Don't you fucking dare say her name," I snarl quietly. "You don't have the right balls to say her name; she's too precious to be spoken by you lot." I angrily run a hand through my hair. "You know, it's a fucking miracle that I haven't beaten you two to pulp yet. Because that sure would be a much more interesting topic to gossip about than say our love life, don't you think?" I see the two gulp in fear almost in unison and I'm ready to beat the shit out of them, beat them till they're reduced to sorry-ass corpses. I don't even fucking care if they're going to head to the emergency room to get their faces corrected. At this point, I'm too mad to even care. Because no one, absolutely no one talks shit about me and A.

So I'm ready. I tense my arms for what seems like is going to be the biggest beatdown I have ever been involved in. But just as I'm about to make way for them, I feel a dainty hand clutch at my arm vainly. "Beau, it's not worth it. Please." I turn around slowly and I watch wordlessly as A begs me not to even try. My eyes, which I feel have hardened with fury over the last couple minutes, slowly soften and I'm almost reduced to calmness. I turn back to the guys, flip them off, and head back in the direction of home.

Clearly, the night is ruined.
Clearly, I almost gave the bastards what they rightfully deserved.
But I didn't. I stopped right there.
Why?
Because A told me not to.
And that was good enough.

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It took quite a damn while to get my books out of my locker, my mind being so disoriented that I was pulling at the door of my locker repeatedly, thinking that it was another spine of the number of textbooks I carried around with me during the day. I rubbed at my eyes, trying to stifle a yawn. God, all I wanted was to huddle back into the covers of my bed and call it a day. But education came before rest in my list of priorities, so I might just have to have accepted that today wasn't going to be a day where I'd be answering my professors' questions. Just when I was starting to zip up my book bag, I suddenly felt myself engulfed in a huge embrace and before I could even identify my assailant, I was hit with a blur of worried interrogations.

"Oh my fucking god, Iris, you're alive! Dude, I was worried sick last night when I couldn't find you at the party. I mean, do you know how much pressure you add to my system? I mean honestly, I might just have to start accepting that my hair's going to turn white by the time we graduate out of uni... ," she kept babbling on, so incessantly that I just had to call the shots by yelling, "God, shut up!" Immediately, Alexis was reduced to hurt silence and I being doused almost immediately with guilt for speaking so rudely to her. Clearly, this had been the loudest I had ever spoken to her, a first which she must have realized because she now looked at me with those soulful Bambi eyes that I knew no one could ever resist, not even Satan.

"L - Look, I'm sorry, okay?" I sighed, rubbing at my temple. "Everything was so confusing last night because Jerry spilled punch on your dress and then I got escorted by Reid to get a change of clothes and then he drove me home and I just... " Immediately Alexis resumed to her usual position, her blue eyes widening as she registered what I had just said. "Reid? As in the Reid?" When I nodded, she let out a huge breath. "Shit, what were you doing with him?" I realized I hadn't filled her on the details where he had confronted me and quickly gave her a brief run down. When I was finished, Alexis was gaping at me, mouth wide open and eyes wider than an expression a fish would don when being removed out of its natural habitat.

"H-How even... you... Reid... really?" Alexis struggled for words and I once again felt embarrassed, realizing how major it was for me to have such confrontations involved in my life. I guessed Alexis must have seen the slightly hurt expression on my face because she hugged me again and gave me a huge smile. "My little girl is growing up so fast," she murmured dramatically, pretending to wipe off a few tears from the corner of her eye. I started to giggle but soon a new taller presence in front of me caught me off-guard.

Because there stood Reid. Tall, mighty, with a charming grin laced upon his lips. I immediately blushed, given the fact that I knew Alexis was gaping once more and the rather embarrassing events that took place the night before. "I - I'm fine," I murmured, trying to ignore the fact that he had called me 'princess'. "J - Just a little tired."

(view spoiler)[Ha, it was bootiful, bae. ;)
And I'm sorry to say that I can't reply as much as I could in the last few weeks; exams are coming up and homework is kicking my ass. D: (hide spoiler)]

[wanderer]

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I'm left facing the two guys alone momentarily, one of my hands still clasped around the medical document certifying that I am indeed fully qualified. I send them a half hearted grimace, racing the hand that is holding the rolled up piece of paper. "Thanks guys. Real classy of you to ruin a perfectly good night. I hope my being 'frigid' was a great point of amusement for the two of you." I deadpan, voice continuing to strain slightly. I catch a faint pity enter their expressions, however, before I allow myself to register it I'm hurrying after Beau, thankful I'd managed to somewhat tame his fury, at least enough to spare a whole streetfight anyway.

It takes me about a minute to catch up to him, darting though the crowds of people as the city begins to come alive with nightlife. I hazard a peek at his face, not entirely sure what to say. I can feel my hands trembling slightly, my throat is still dry and I'm afraid my heart is going to beat out of my chest in a minute, all sure signs of an oncoming panic attack. I manage, just barely, to fend it off for the time being, opening my mouth to say something before closing it again. What do you say in these sort of situations?

I decide against speaking for the meantime, instead working heavily on keeping the panic firmly at bay, at least until I can get home and lock myself in the bathroom. Fortunately, Beau has never been subjected to one of my little outbursts before. Which I hold as a firm record(This had been along with crying in front of him, but that record had been thoroughly mangled when I broke down after those guys beat on him) considering how long we've been together. I always manage to avoid him when it happens, locking myself in the bathroom, going round to dads or they just sort of...Spring up on me when he's not there. Usually I can tell if I'm going to have an attack, so I can prepare in advance. I haven't dared to tell Beau about them. What if something like that were to drive him away? Made him think I was unstable. And returning back to my previous point, I can't live without Beau. Quietly, I take a few calming breaths, driving my fingernails into the palm of my hand to allow me to focus. Finally I feel some of the panic receding. Its then that I decide to make my move.

"I'm sorry." The words tumble out so quickly I don't have time to stop them. I swallow, regaining what I'd like to think was a bit of composure, before continuing, but really its just a lost cause. "I'm so sorry Beau, the group, they found out when we were playing truth or dare and I tried to play it off but they wouldn't let it go and I trusted them, I didn't think anybody would say anything, and I know I shouldn't be talking about such personal things with other people, and I didn't want to but they kept pushing and you know how I am when I'm under pressure and please don't leave me Beau, I don't want you to leave me. Please don't leave." I babble, and by the end of my little speech, in which I'd barely managed to get a breath in edgeways, I was on the verge of hysterical, I no longer gave a damn if I sounded like a clingy bitch, I need him. A fresh film of tears has formed once more, and are threatening to spill over as we finally make our way up to the apartment. My words are met with silence.

"Please say something." I croak out, however in some ways I'm dreading how he might respond.

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I can't help but be somewhat amused by the way her eyes droop slightly, the way her words are less brighter than usual and they way her hair is slightly mused, as if she were in a rush this morning. Not to mention as soon as we make eye contact her cheeks are flushing a fire truck red. Somehow I find it sort of endearing, and it just screams at me some more how she isn't like the other girls, that she's different, and that I'm beginning to get a taste for different. I like her, that much is clear to me, however much I tried to deny it, in the big scheme of things I guess it made it easier. But I didn't want to hurt her, not in the slightest. Which was why I was already considering breaking off the bet. I wanted to do this the right way. The proper way. I couldn't do that with the damn money looming over my head if I did manage to get together with her properly. It would haunt my sub-conscious if things did start to form between the two of us. That was once I'd managed to get under her skin enough for her to not be able to resist me any longer.

"Is that so Princess?" I let a smirk alive on to my features as I allowed my gaze to rest upon her friend briefly. The two couldn't be more dissimilar, I'd give them that. It took me a few moments of raking my brain, but eventually I was left with a name. "Alexis, isn't it? Good to meet you." I nod briefly before settling my eyes back on the dark haired beauty I'd become infatuated with over the past few days. I'd peg Alexis as somebody who Brand would probably go for. All blonde haired and blue eyed with that painfully innocent appeal about her, however from various parties I'd heard she was anything but. Hey, maybe I'd see if I could get Brand to ask her out, it wouldn't take much persuading and maybe it'd put Iris at ease around me a little more, knowing her best friend was dating a close friend of mine, apparently that was how girls minds worked anyway.

"I have a proposition for you Princess." I murmur, lowering my head slightly to look at her, still leant up crookedly against the lockers. I'm hoping that her being slightly out of it might work in my favour, since she probably won't be fully aware with what she's agreeing to, and I've pegged Iris for the type of girl that doesn't back out of things so easily once she's gotten herself into it. A trait of which I admire. And a trait of which should also turn out to benefit me. Despite myself, I'm slightly nervous. If all doesn't turn out how I plan it to, and she rejects me then shit it going to hit the fan. Not only will I never live it down with the guys, I'll be pretty disappointed k never got the chance to properly know Iris, which is ultimately what k really want to do.

I move so my mouth is beside her ear, take a moment to breath in her perfume of which reminds me of wild berries and the summertime. "Me, you, dinner Friday night." I suggest, softly whisper the words in her ear, but allowing them to be perfectly audible. I move back slightly to look her in the eye. "So what do you say Princess?" I force the grin o to my face once more, inwardly though my mind is on overdrive, just in case she does refuse my suggestion, which I really, really hope she doesn't.

(view spoiler)[As was yours.c;
Don't worry, I'm in exactly the same position, I have quite a few GCSEs coming up so up until like, the end of May almost, I might be a bit patchy on here. If I take a while replying, its not because j don't want to continue, its just revision is a pain in the arse.;-; (hide spoiler)]

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I can't hear anything. Not the blur of chatter among the crowd at the plaza. Not A's begging for me to slow down. Not even the sound of distant cars rushing along the asphalt. Nothing. I hear nothing. Everything is tuned out and I know I should be worried, fearful of the laughable possibility that I miraculously must have become deaf in the source of my anger. But I don't feel worried. I'm not panicking at all. All I can feel is the definite steps of my feet moving forward. Left foot, right foot, left foot, right foot. Just focusing on the simple pattern reassures me with the conviction that life could be easy as just stepping forward and walking. But life has been hurling so many fucking obstacles at me and I know better than to believe such bullshit. The surge of anger I felt at the two fucktards making fun of our relationship hasn't gone away yet. If anything, each step I take causes a new flare of fury in my chest and it's a fucking miracle that I haven't broken down and taken my rage out on something.

I feel a new presence beside me and without even referring to my peripheral vision, I can tell it's A. I feel her cautious gaze on my countenance, the nervous swallow as she debates internally on whether to speak up or not. I can't blame her, the fear she feels when I'm in this mood. I wouldn't blame anyone for feeling a bit nervous when he or she takes account of my current emotions that are on display. Even I wouldn't dare step in the line when dealing with myself at this stage and I'm a guy who thinks and takes roughhousing as a fucking joke.

I hear the croaky murmur of apology from A and for a moment, I'm seized with the urge to shake her by the shoulders and tell her that she has absolutely nothing to apologize for. If anything, I should be apologizing for being so close from pounding the two bastards to the extent where they'd be guaranteed a grand suite at the ICU for more than a couple days. I know I should say something now to A, something reassuring, something to keep her from worrying that I may have gone insane. But I don't. My mouth remains clamped shut as we head to the familiar neighborhood where my apartment lies. I don't say a goddamn word, my hand sliding into my jeans pocket to get out the keys, as we reach the door. I firmly slide the key into the hole, twisting it before entering what became my home two years ago.

"... Please don't leave me, Beau."

I turn around and look at her, straight in the eye. I take in the beautiful hazel orbs which are now shining with unshed tears, take in the cute button nose of hers, take in the slight part of her delicate lips. My eyes flit back to her eyes and before I know it, I've closed the distance between us and have seized her mid-air.

I tighten my arms around her slim waist and I kiss her.
I kiss her more passionately than I ever have, her legs wrapped around my waist.
Through the kiss, I convey the emotions I couldn't say through words.
I tell her my anger at the two bastards.
I tell her my hurt for having our relationship being ridiculed by her friends.
And most of all, I tell her the most important thing.
I tell her I love her.

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When Reid leaned over to whisper in my ear, I was so frigging sure that I was going to topple over. I didn't do well with being approached so closely by people who I barely knew. Him being a popular, striking male figure, I guess you could say this barely eased my worries. My cheeks were lit up like a fire truck and when I felt his lips brush my earlobe just barely, I was sure I was going to faint. Thankfully, what I predicted didn't become of my fate, surprising since my mind was so muddled with fatigue. At the thought of my tired psyche, a soft yawn escaped from my lips despite my vain efforts to stifle it. I blinked tiredly as Reid suggested that we should have dinner together on Friday. Feeling nothing but immensely fatigue-induced, I murmured a tired yes, not knowing what I had just accepted to. Watching him smile and walk away, I looked nothing but confused. Only when Alexis shrieked at me for what I had just done did I finally understand.

"Crap," I gasped, watching the retreating back of Reid's heading over to his posse.
What had I just agreed to?

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"Don't you think this is a little too much?" I asked nervously as I looked at myself in the full-length mirror. I had invited Alexis over for the night to evaluate the outfit I'd be donning for dinner with Reid. I still couldn't get over the fact that I had accepted so easily. But alas, it had happened and I was in no sort of position to suddenly decline the offer. I wasn't that kind of girl, a heartbreaker.

"How many times do I have to tell you that you look fine?" Alexis harrumphed from her position on my bed. She had been absentmindedly turning the pages of a beauty magazine whilst keeping a keen eye on me. I looked at her, my brown eyes saying nothing but disbelief. Alexis returned my stare for a few seconds before sighing exasperatedly, getting up from the bed and standing next to me. As usual, I experienced the uneasiness I felt with her rather tall, willowy frame standing next to my petite physique. I felt her fingers reach to comb through my hair for a few seconds before she pulled away. "Okay, now you're perfect."

I looked at the girl standing in front of me in the mirror. Her hair was curled slightly at the ends and her body was draped by a pale lavender dress that fell to her knees, the pastel hue bringing out the natural pinks in her cheeks. She looked elegant, all topped off with a simple pendant at the neck. "I... I look the same."

Alexis smirked triumphantly. "Exactly. You were already fine, alright? Now stop whining and go get that hot boy." I looked at her for a moment before giving into laughter. Though I was nervous, Alexis really knew how to loosen the tension in a room.

((Because I suck at description; the dress she's donning: (view spoiler)[ (hide spoiler)]))

[wanderer]

Ａｖｉｓ Ｍｏｒｒｅｔｔｉ

I guess you could say I have a tendancy to get a bit over dramatic sometimes, especially when I'm upset. Its probably why mum and dad tried to push so hard to get me to at least take a drama class or two, channel all that exaggerating into something I might enjoy. I attended one class and as soon as it had ended I was out of there as quick as a bat out of hell. Acting wasn't my thing. Everybody was too loud, too out there. I could barely step foot on the damn stage without wanting the ground to open up beneath me and swallow me whole to avoid any impending humiliation that might have come my way. However right now I could literally see buildings collapsing around me and explosions, the whole shebang with the prospect of Beau telling me to leave, or worse yet, ignoring me completely. The cold shoulder would be enough to get his point across right now. Truthfully though I wanted, no, needed him to at least say something. Silent bullshit had never been good for me. In fact it pissed me off. Had I not been on an emotional high, it might have had some confliction over me.

But no such luck.

He unlatches the door and proceeds to walk inside, and I'm unsure if I should follow suit or should just go wallow at dads house and listen to his damn patronising 'I told you so's, which would nondoubt drive me toward something close to insanity. Shit. Who knew such a good night could end in such a shitty way? I bet even some crystal ball reader wouldn't be able to determine that. Although I did like to go see one of them every now and then. Maybe I'd drag Beau along next time. Beau. My eyes refocused now, blinking a few times however my tears remained unshed, and no doubt my eyes had that glassy look that some girls can pull off as being pretty. I'd personally refer to myself as something like a wailing walrus when I cried. You win some you lose some I guess. I had never achieved the art of being a 'pretty' crier.

I shuffle from foot to foot in the doorway as I feel his scrutinating gaze settle upon me, and I swallow down the lump in my throat, ready to accept my fate as it was dealt. However before I can completely comprehend what's happening I'm being whisked up into Beaus arms. I sound of surprise escapes me, but its quickly muffled out when his lips smash against mine, and the earlier sound I was making now turns into one of delight. My legs automatically wrap around him. My arms locked around his neck. I'm slightly shocked at the abruptness of the kiss, and even more so by the the underlying passion there. Never has Beau kissed me like this before, as if his life depended on it. We haven't ever shared anything that I can feel such...Physical emotion in. Its as if I can tell exactly what he's feeling, its as if he's baring his soul to me, despite how cheesy it sounds. Intimate would be an understatement to the whopper of a make out session we're currently in the midst of.

Anger, hurt...Love. Its all there, I can feel it. And I match him, emotion for emotion.
I tell him of my humiliation for what the guys had said.
My guilt for ever speaking about our relationship to others.
The betrayal I feel for what my so called friend had done.
And lastly I tell him I love him back.

"We should really be inside." I manage to rasp put between kisses, vaguley aware that we're standing in the open doorway. I'm to preoccupied to really care at the minute though, instead my hands bury themselves in his dark locks at I kiss him back fevrently.

Maybe the night can be salvaged after all.

Ｒｅｉｄ Ｃａｒｔｅｒ

"Trevor! Where the hell is my aftershave!" I shouted from the bathroom, emerging with only a towl wrapped around my waist. The damn kid never learned that my stuff was mine for a reason. He just couldn't seem to get the idea through his thick skull and it pissed me off to high hell. We were the only two at home again. Mum was out with another one of her boyfriends, Oscar just bought a new place and was currently setting up there, and Spence spent !ost of his time with the steady girlfriend he had had since he was in middle school, which left me and Trevor. Not that a really minded, despite his flaws I loved my little brother.

He could just be a pain in my ass all the time sometimes.

"Uh...I put it away in the bathroom." I here his vague response, to which my jaw sets as I stide up to his room and swing open the door. "Fucking hell Reid, you mind put some clothes on." His sharp response came, and I take in the scene of him sprawled out across his gaming chair,his eyes half glued to the TV and half to me. Before I can inspect any further, however, my eyes have settled on my bottle of aftershave sitting blatantly on his windowsill. I make a pathway through the crap that litters the floors of his room, plucking up the bottle and on my way out I clip him upside the head. "Language." I state simply before he can protest, and I proceed to exit the room to get ready.

One, two skip a few and I'm finally dressed and ready to go. With a quick farewell to Trevor I head out toward the car with full intentions of coming back happy. The day hadn't exactly been the perkiest, just one of those things I guess, but I wasn't about to let it get in the way of my date with Iris. I had been looking forward to it for most of the week and I could only be thankful that it wasn't in her naturento back no it born things, ifnao I wouldn't stand a chance in hell. The bet hadnalmost slipped my mind, up until now that was. I pushed it back though. Nothing was going to ruin this for me.

I pulled up at her house, glancing at it for a moment before getting out of the car and locking it up, placing my hand on the hood as if to gain some sort of moral support before I approached the house. I'd decided on going for the simple T-shirt and jeans look, and it was now occurring to me that may be no had underdressedna but to much. But I was Reid Carter, I didn't need to worry about crap like that. With a shaken of my head I knocked three times. "Shit." I muttered under my breath, realising all to late I had forgotten the flowers I had planned to give to her, however before I could respond the door slowly inched open.


[Did you have anything else in store for Avis and Beau, or do you want to skip? If so where do you think to? c:]

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(view spoiler)[[Honestly, I'm not sure, to be honest. :c Should they have sex or something? IDK.] (hide spoiler)]

[wanderer]

(view spoiler)[[Maybe we could do when they wake up the next morning? I don't know what could happen to make it dramatic though? Maybe Avis gets all panicky because she's worried he only took the next step because of what the boys said, or vice verse?c:] (hide spoiler)]

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(view spoiler)[[Yes, yes, I like that. :) We could feature Beau carrying her off to the bedroom - skipping - and then they wake up and bAm. c:] (hide spoiler)]

[wanderer]

(view spoiler)[[Sounds good, I love it! C:] (hide spoiler)]

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 Ｂｅａｕ Ｐａｒｋｅｒ 

At this point, I'm filled with a mixture of feelings that I couldn't sort out. I still feel a bout of rage course through my veins - I guess I still haven't softened yet from what the two bastards had said about my relationship with A. But I also feel undying love for A, this possessive emotion I perceive when I'm with her. I don't want anyone to steal her from me. I love her too goddamn much to be dragged out of my arms and be placed with some other dumb bloke. If this was a year before, I would've ended this relationship by now, would've confessed that it was my friends who put me up for the prospect of dating her and that I didn't feel anything remote to affection for her. I was a jerk then, a huge idiot who didn't give a shit about feelings. But hanging out with A long enough gave me realization of just how important people's feelings were. A opened my blind eyes and showed me what was right and what was wrong. And I was quite surprised to see that what I had been doing for practically twenty years of my life was incorrect. It was only this year - the year which I was now 21 years old - that I finally found the respect inside me for morals. And that's pretty remarkable for someone who was once a bastard.
Someone who thought breaking hearts was a game.

"Does it really matter?" I murmur softly against her lips but make my way to the door, latching it shut whilst still holding her tightly. I place soft butterfly kisses along her jawline and neck, relishing in the soft sighs she lets out. Her olive skin is so soft and sensitive, and it only takes one touch of mine to make her skin raise with goosebumps.

I smile against her neck as I carry her up the stairs to my room. "I love you," I murmur in her ear as I look at her straight in the eye. Our lips meet again and the night takes us away deeply in a whirlwind of passion, love, and desire.

-ʀɪsᴇ ᴀɴᴅ sʜɪɴᴇ-

The incessant twittering of the birds outside my window is what wakes me up despite the fact that I still want to sink in the recesses of my mind once more into nothingness. I snuggle in deeper into the pillow my head is resting on when I realize there is a new addition in my bed. My eyes slowly open and I'm rewarded at first with the blurred outline of my room. After blinking a few times, however, I regain my visibility and I see it's none other the familiar frame of my beautiful A. Her eyes are shut still but I have no doubt that she's going to wake up sooner or later. After all, she's kind of an early bird. It comes with the whole perfect package of her as my girlfriend. I chuckle softly and am about to throw the silken covers off of me when I realize something I didn't know. I survey the room and see none other than the clothes A and I were donning scattered amongst the ground. My eyes widen slightly and I lift the covers cautiously to see that, yes, I am wholly naked. I run a hand through my dark curls, staring out the window. How could this have happened? I knew I loved A - she was the heart of my existence. But to have this happen so soon... I wasn't expecting this. My mind flashes back to how only yesterday I had served the bastards right. Fuck, A was going to only think wrong from all this. I bury my face in my hands.

I was in major shit.

 Ｉｒｉｓ Ｙａｎｇ 

Despite the fact that I had thought I had been running late, what with deciding on what I was going to wear for the night, I was surprised to see that no sign of Reid appeared yet. I only took this as a good thing. I could have a few minutes to myself before I would become the bumbling, stuttering fool in front of myself. In the time I was left to my own devices, I paced around the room, spending numerous stops in front of my vanity to check my reflection before resuming to walk at a consistent speed back and forth in my room. It was more or less surprising to see that I had paced around the room at least twenty times before Alexis flared up and told me to "calm my tits." Usually, five paces was enough to get her riled up but I guess the new issue of Cosmopolitan that she was perusing was pretty good. Either that or she was taking amusement from my nervous state. For some uncanny reason, however, (cue my sarcasm) I leaned over to the latter as a better possibility. After all, I'd known her since fifth grade.

"I don't even get why the hell you're panicking so much, Reese," Alexis rolls her blue eyes. "I mean, it's just a date. Just relax." I turned towards her, worried-stricken. "H-How? I haven't been on a date in such a long time." It was true; the last date I had been on was in ninth grade and even that had been a bit uneventful, the guy only interested in the possible prospect of getting me in bed. Once it was clear that I wasn't one who gave up too easily in terms of doing 'the dance with no pants', I was quickly pushed off the list of potential meat for the male population. Until now, of course.

"You have to relax, Reese. Just take a deep breath and you'll be fine." Alexis hesitated for a second before standing up and coming over to give me a hug. "This isn't like an exam to be freaking out, okay? It's a date." She pulled away for a second to smile at me reassuringly. "Trust me, you're going to knock Reid off the park with that dress alone." I couldn't help but smile slightly. "Thanks, Lex. T-That really means a lot." Alexis only smiled in return, leading me out of my room and into the hallway where just on time, three knocks sounded the door.

"Go get him," Alexis whispered encouragingly. Feeling encouraged, I slowly eased the door open, taking in the familiar tall frame of Reid. "H-Hey," I murmured, smiling at him softly, running a hand through my brown locks.

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[wanderer]

(view spoiler)[[I wish I could write like tha on my phone. Your posts were beautiful.<3 I'll try get mine up as soon as.c:] (hide spoiler)]

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(view spoiler)[I can tell you that there was a lot of typos in the process. x3 But thank you, babe. :) <333 I'm going to try working on our other RP. Your posts were perfect, btw. (hide spoiler)]

[wanderer]

(view spoiler)[[I can imagine.:) Ok, that sounds good, I'm now about to set to work on this one.:3 Thank you lovely, I'm glad you were happy with them.<3 c:] (hide spoiler)]

[wanderer]

Ａｖｉｓ Ｍｏｒｒｅｔｔｉ

Its the twittering of birds that stir my senses first, along with the soft sounds of city traffic that is leaking through the window as well as the vague scent of...Cinnamon buns. Mmm, cinnamon buns. With a faint groan, I roll over onto my side to find something particularly...warm and comfortable beside me. Something compells me to snuggle into the unknown entity, my eyes screwing up tighter with the thought of getting up. Although I had the tendency to awake from my slumber early, that, by no means meant I enjoyed the process. Hell no, I enjoyed my sleep as much as the next girl.

With a grumble of protest of my own accord, I force myself to pry my eyes open and that's when I realise three things.
1)The 'warm entity' I had snuggled into was Beau, and we were in his bed.(Which would explain the cinnamon buns, he lives across from a bakery.)
2)I was as bare as a newborn baby, and I pretty sure Beau was too.
3)There's this undeniable ache between my legs, which, considering the current situation...

Shit.

The memories of last night bombard my groggy haze, and I now find myself burying my head in my pillow. Don't get me wrong, I don't regret anything at all, not in the slightest. In fact last night, minus the whole crap that went down with those guys, was probably the best night of my life. I wouldn't have chosen anybody else to be with, and Beau had been so tentative and gentle and...But that wasn't the point. What if all this was just because of what those guys had said, and this hadn't meant anything at all, was just some sort of...Show of manliness. I mean, I know I wasn't complaining at the time, but I hadn't really taken any of this sort of stuff into consideration and now...Over thinking. I was over thinking all this. But the questions kept whirling around in my mind and even if I were to ask Beau he would obviously not admit to any of that. Which left me between a rock and a hard place.

I allowed myself a few minutes of mulling it over. He'd said he loved me. That thought struck me. He loved me. He loved me? Did he love me? What if...What if this was all a ploy though, what if he asked me to leave now. Insecurities were knocking on the door again, which left my mind in overdrive. Fuck. Fuckity fuckity fuck. Fuck. And now I would have to face him as well. What if last night hadn't been as special for him as it had been for me? I wasn't privy to the fact that Beau had been with a lot of other girls before me, girls that were more...Experienced in this sort of thing. I was nothing compared to some of his previous escapades. (I'm constantly reminded by a few of them that Beaus going to drop me soon enough.)

Pursing my lips, I take the chance and sit up in bed, pulling the sheets up with me as I allow my sleepy gaze to scan the room. Upon spotting Beaus boxer-briefs on the floor beside me, I snatch them up from the ground and with precision I slide them on pretty quickly. I can feel myself getting antsy, and my trembling hands are a surefire sign to an oncoming panic attack. Which meant I probably needed to get into the bathroom before it happened in front of my boyfriend. "Good morning." I manage to muster up in something close to a chipper tone before I push up from the bed, quickly finding Beaus dress shirt and buttoning it up in a haphazard fashion.

I couldn't bring myself to look at him, and the fact that he was only a few metres away from me really wasn't helping the impending anxiety attack.

I needed to get out of here.

Ｒｅｉｄ Ｃａｒｔｅｒ

I can't believe I forgot the fucking flowers. How could I forget the godamn flowers dammit. This really wasn't a good start, now I just looked like a dick turning up on her doorstep that didn't really care about sentimental value and all that crap and just...Shit. How could I had forgotten those flowers? I could almost hear my little brothers voice chiming in my head about how girls 'liked that shit' as he had put it simply. The kids was something of a romantic genius apparently, seems he got all of those genes seeing as I don't have a romantic bone in my body. I don't know what the hell women like. Sure I'm good at the flirting, but when it comes down to it, dating has never been my thing, because, like I said before, I lack the ability to pull off anything close to what could be seen as a loving gesture.

I shuffle from side to side as the door slowly inches open, and I'm sure I can make out hushed voices on the other side, although I can't quite make out what said voices are actually saying. Hell, if the guys saw me right now acting like this, I would never live it down. Ricky, one of the honorary members of the group got together with his girlfriend a year back, but beforehand he had been bricking it. Most of the group wouldn't lay off, even after he got together with her, hell, even now some of them take the piss at how 'whipped' he is. I've already tried to convince myself that this is just one of many reasons as to why I should try and stop developing feelings for Iris. But then I think about the good things and the bad thoughts just slide away.

Finally the door opens completely and my mouth runs dry, I'm also about 99% postitve I'm also managing to pull off gaping at her as well as I allow my eyes to slide down the length of her slim body, settling briefly on her soft curves before my eyes finally meet hers. I swallow, at a loss for words. She looks so...So effortlessly beautiful. Natural. Most of the girls I take out on 'dates' have a fondness for revealing clothing, hair extensions and makeup. But with Iris she just...Is. Its as if she's put all the shit aside and is just herself. That on its own just makes her all the more beautiful.

Shit I was in deep.

I shoot her a small, reassuring smile as I tear my gaze away from her and to friend of whom is standing a little ways back into the threshold, for a few seconds out of curtsey, before returning back to her. "Hey." I let a full scale grin to spread across my face before I gesture to her. "You look really beautiful tonight." I inform her, and the words slide off of my tongue with ease, because for once I'm telling the truth instead of lying my ass off just to try and get laid. This time I mean it. That in itself makes me feel good.

"So are you ready to head off." I motion to the car with my head, and without waiting for her to respond, I interlock my fingers with hers, leading her to my beloved vehicle. "I really hope you enjoy tonight." I tell her, somewhat nervous. A first for me. After all, I'm Reid Carter.

But then again I guess there's a first for everything.


(view spoiler)[[I want to apologise for Avis' being so she shitty, she's sort of all over the place and its messy, I wasn't sure where to really go with it, so again, apologies.;-; I hope you can overlook it. x.x] (hide spoiler)]

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(view spoiler)[ Soooo... because this roleplay is actually like, one of my biggest fangirl OTPs, I was scouring the Internet and I came across these photos of like, little children and it made me think of the eventual pregnancies our girl charries would have and I just wanted to rant to you how cute and perfect they would be as like, the children of our two couples and lalskajskdjw. ;u;


THIS LITERALLY HAS BEAU AND AVIS WRITTEN ALL OVER HER.
OKAY? SHE'S SO CUTE AND I JUST - ASNJAJAHJSKSJ. x.x


Reid's and Iris's child, like can we just? Her perfection. x.x

OKIE, I'M DONE FANGIRLING. (hide spoiler)]

[wanderer]

(view spoiler)[OMG OMG OMG.
They're both so perfect and just asdfghjkl.
That moment when two children a third of my age are ten times prettier than me.

Reid and Iris' little girl is just perf, her hair is so pretty, why can't I have that hair and just ;-;
And you're right, the other little girl has Beau and Avis written all over her and just she's adorable as well.

And so you know, these RPs are like, two of my mai. OTPs as well. I have another one with CeCe and the three of them together.
I ship these couples hard man.

I need to go find pictures now just OMG. I will be back to you with images of their other children because just...Can't explain it.x.x] (hide spoiler)]

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(view spoiler)[JAHJSHJKAHSKAJKSEHSMNA
I CAN'T EVEN.
Oh, shush. You know you're gorgeous. ;)

It's just not fair. ;-;
UGHUGHUGHUGHUGH, PERFECTION OVERLOADDD. >.<

<4444444444444
This is so perfect, I can't even - .

Yes, yes, yaaaaaaaaasssss.
Dude, I feel like a pedophile, searching up images of little kids huHEUHEUHEUEHUEH ;n;

MWAHAHAH I GOT THE 69th POST (hide spoiler)]

[wanderer]

(view spoiler)[LIKE OMG JUST
Nooo, but thanks anyways c:

I just don't understand how...?
And our couples are like perfection and just adorbs
<5555555555
Going with 5s because #hipster

same, god forbid my parents go on my tablet just...NO ;-; (hide spoiler)]

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(view spoiler)[SOOOOOO MUCH FEEELLLSSS
YES, BUT YOU'RE WELCOME ANYWAYS. c:<

My brain cAN'T FUNCTION?1?!?!
Bavis. Riris. <66666666666666
<7777777777777777777777777777
hELL YEAH

lulz i have a special bookmark dedicated to face claims hOKAY if they find out #dead (hide spoiler)]

[wanderer]

(view spoiler)[[THE FEELS HAVE GOT ME :OO

UnaBle tO comPute. x.x
<777777777
can't be mainstream

I have a load of bookmarks on my laptop, but on my tablet I'm relatively safe as long as I don't leave any Face claims on there that I intend to use.


Just so you know, I go back to school tomorrow, so apologies if I'm not on as much.;-;] (hide spoiler)]

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(view spoiler)[i'M CRYING BC THOSE TWO LITTLE GIRLS ARE FLAWLESS AND JUST

i'm FVCKED
mainstream is for l0serz lulz

Luckyyyy. >.<

And it's fine. :) I'm working on my post as we speak, so lulz, it's gr8. (hide spoiler)]

[wanderer]

(view spoiler)[[I KNOW I KNOW JUST
I found some more images of the little Iris/Beau girl.^^
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These could also be other ones;

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And a little boy as well. I did see a gif as well, but I couldn't refind it.
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And then for Beau and Avis, I don't know why but I just imagine them having this brood of boys like;
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And then having this one little girl that just wants to keep up with all her brothers.
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[I think I prefer your picture for the little girl though. ^^ (hide spoiler)]

I could only find one picture that sort of matched their appearance though, for a boy;-;
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plz don't judge meh

I have way to much spare time on my hands.

Looking forward to seeing your response.c:] (hide spoiler)]

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 Ｂｅａｕ Ｐａｒｋｅｒ 

I had hoped that I would have a little more time to think about my actions I would carry out as soon as A woke up. Just a few minutes to buy some time, to get my thoughts ordered. I wasn't used to coming up with a logical solution. Impulsive was my fucking middle name and it was a huge surprise alone how I had survived so long without screwing up so majorly that I had my grave dug for me so early. I should be grateful that A was in my life, that A was the one who made me reconsider shit before throwing it at the fan. But then again, I'm not a very sentimental guy. I'm not like those sweet guys who writes beautiful poetry for their girlfriends, not that kind of person who'd run in the rain just for his special someone to get flowers or whatever the hell girls liked. Not one fucking bone in my body possessed any romantic qualities and for the millionth time in my life, I wonder just what made A want to fall in love with such a douche bag like me.

Just on cue, A snuggles up close to me and I look to see her eyelashes slowly flutter, her mind still wrapped in somnus. I watch her as she takes in the room in her sleep-induced psyche, watch her as she slowly realizes the shitty situation that we're in. And right then, she just jumps out of bed, pulling on my boxers and buttoning up the dress shirt that she had wrestled onto me for the big night we had been planning in celebration of her qualification as a nurse. We could've had a great night if it hadn't been for those bastards badmouthing our relationship.

"W-Wait, A... where are you going?" I blindly let my hand scour at the ground and find a pair of basketball shorts. I quickly pull it on under the the cover of my sheets and race to grip A's arm tightly to keep her from moving any further. What the hell is going on? I look at her and see that she refuses to meet my gaze entirely, her eyes roaming around anywhere but on me. For a moment I feel hurt that she doesn't dare to raise her pretty eyes to meet mine. "A... what's running through your mind right now?" I cup her face gently with my hand, stroking her jawline a bit. "A... you know I really love you," I couldn't bear to see her in such a distraught state, with her avoiding to look at me and me being this concerned.

Clearly, this wasn't how I wanted my morning to be with A.

 Ｉｒｉｓ Ｙａｎｇ 

The first thing I noticed was how Reid's eyes widened when I opened the door. I felt my cheeks flush automatically whilst his eyes generously helped themselves to my dress-covered physique. He finally flicked his eyes back to my countenance and I heard Alexis muffle a snicker, no doubt taking fun at my rigid stance. I bit my lip, looking down at my feet before looking back at him. He was dressed very casually; only a simple fitted T-shirt and a pair of jeans. I suddenly felt stupid for dressing up so elegantly. It was just a date; a simple sweater and jeans could've worked. But no way in hell was I going to be able to change out of this ridiculous getup. Not with him standing right here and with Alexis watching conveniently from the threshold.

I smiled softly at his compliment, blushing. "T-Thanks, you... you look great, too." There wasn't any real way of complimenting males on their looks without wholly embarrassing yourself. Huh. It was an interesting thought, something I had never come across but it was true. You couldn't call a guy handsome without feeling a bit weird. I ran a nervous hand through my hair, suddenly noting the awkward silence that had fallen between us. Crap, I hope I wouldn't screw this up majorly.

I nodded when he asked if I was ready to head off, giving a little wave to Alexis before my small fingers intertwined with Reid's. I noticed how warm and firm his hand was against mine, our fingers fitting each other's perfectly. It was a weird thought but I took a bit of pride in it. I smiled at him. "I think I will," I murmured, giggling slightly. Maybe there was a chance that I could pull this off.

And for once, I felt a bit confident in myself.

(view spoiler)[Soooo... this was undeniably crappy. x.x But I'm on mobile and asdfghjkl, okay? D: I thought your post was beautiful and the pictures you found were so cute. ^^ But ah, please forgive me for the crappiness overload. >.> I suck. (hide spoiler)]

[wanderer]

Ａｖｉｓ Ｍｏｒｒｅｔｔｉ

The tremors are now sweeping across my body, regardless of how I try to stifle them. This shouldn't be how this morning should be panning out, not after the night we shared. This should be...It should be special. But here I am freaking out about things that probably aren't even true, yet I can't bring myself to stop considering the likely false thoughts that are currently running through my mind. I can't explain it, every scenario of what could happen playing through my brain on repeat, and I can't bring myself to switch it off. I should still be curled up in bed, reminiscing. Apparently though the reasonable side of me wasn't strong enough to overpower the unreasonable side of me, which was a pain in the ass considering all I wanted to do was just forget about the shitty boys that had badmouthed us and just focus on the good things that happened last night. My brain was digging its heels in though. I couldn't just seem to let it go.

I here Beau stumbling over his words, from behind me, and had i not been in this current state of mind i would have laughed, since stuttering is such an un Beau like thing to do. I feel my boyfriends warm grasp around my wrist. Not to tight, but rigid enough to hold me in place. He gently brushes his other hand over my jawline, and finally I let myself look up at him, that seed of fear still rooted firmly in the pit of my stomach. I can see the hurt in his eyes, and when he tells me he loves me again, I can see from the way he is holding himself, the way his jaw relaxes and his eyes soften, that he's being genuine. I believe him. I believe that part of what he says. However with my hysteria still mounting, and my mouth gone dry, Im finding it difficult to formulate the words I want to say, so instead I'm just stood there staring at him dumbly for a few minutes, my heart pounding against my ribcage and the palms of my hands sweating like crazy.

"I...I.." I manage to stutter out, my voice rasping slightly. "L-last night and the boys and..." I take another shuddering breath. "And you and me and..." The words are coming out half formed as I get more and more worked up. Ironically, I'm now finding it hard to tear my eyes away from those baby blues that often make me swoon just thinking that they are, that he is, all mine. Because I know now that I'm not going to be able to hold off my panic attack any longer and I'm not sure what to do, what he'll do, if it will freak him out enough to scare him away. "I can't...I can't breathe, I can't..." I manage to choke out, the palm of my free hand spread out across my chest as I attempt at the 'Inhale, exhale.' Instructions that the GP had suggested. I can barely feel Beaus clasp on my wrist anymore, the situation has sort of drifted away.

All I can focus on is the fact that the walls are undoubtedly closing in, and that I can vaguley feel my legs buckling beneath me.

Ｒｅｉｄ Ｃａｒｔｅｒ

My grin comes quick and fast as she compliments me on what I'm wearing, which instantly inflates my ego a little more. Although I'm told by Trevor that if it were to get any bigger, my ego that is, then I probably wouldn't be able to fit it through the door when I got home. I'd gotten my revenge for that snipe at me though. Let's just say he hadn't been to impressed to return home and find his room filled to the brim with plastic balls that would commonly be found in a ball crawl. All I can say is thank god Mama is a laid back woman when it comes to sibling disputes. I do feel pretty sorry for her having to put up with 4 boys alone though. But I guess with Oscar moving out that makes 3, and that's got to take a little of the load off, right? Oscars the messiest in the house anyway, which means less cleaning up after us. In fact I vowed to help out more around the house. Mama just have me this disbelieving look I know all to well.

I continue smile wildly as with a final bid farewell to her friend and with our hands interlocked we end up at the car. I tap the hood once, before unlocking the door and opening up the passenger side, helping her in before shutting it behind her, making my way round to the drivers side and clambering in.I'd fixed up the old car myself, hence the reference to it being my 'baby'. The old piece of junk I'd found in the yard was now a fully functioning vehicle allowed on the road, and I had been the cause of that being able to happen. Pride way probably an understatement, but honestly I didn't care.

I stuck the keys in the ignition, starting the engine and revving it slightly before making sure Iris was buckled in. As soon as I had my own seatbelt on a sped away from the house as we made our way to the resturant I had made dinner reservations at.

Iʟ ʀɪsᴛᴏʀᴀɴᴛᴇ

I pulled up at the quaint little Italian restaurant that I had saved us a table at, glancing over at Iris. We had ended up talking about music on the way here, and the conversation had just sort of flowed, I hadn't had to try and impress her or anything. It just was there. That sort of, oh god I'm going to sound like a cheesy bastard, but there was just that connection that maybe everything effortless and easy with her. "I hope you like pizza and pasta." I quipped, before stepping out of the var and making my way round to let he'd out. I had a fondness for Castellanos. The place was owned by the Catellano family(ironically) and had been with them for generations. The place wasn't to high class, but it was homely, which is probably why it got such good business I opened Iris's car door and helped her out, again, interlinking my hand with hers and after locking the door, leading he'd up to the restaurant.

(view spoiler)[You don't suck! They were beautiful posts, like I said before, I wish I could write like that on my mobile. I hope you don't mind that I skipped to the restaurant with Iris and Reid, and I was thinking for Beau and Avis maybe once she calms down they talk it out properly then and maybe Beau could be all sweet(despite his lack of romantic skills.;)) and pop down to the bakery quickly and grab her something, and make hot chocolate and shtuff.^^
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I feel useless, watching her tumble farther and farther into an abyss that's causing her so much pain in her head, not able to save her from the obvious agony she's suffering through. I stand there, watching her with wide, fearful eyes as she struggled to banish whatever negative thoughts were pervading through her sweet, innocent mind. I still hadn't let go of her slim wrist, believing fully that she was going to need the extra support from what I'd seen how the panic was taking over her. I had never seen this side of her, this side where she's all panicky and scared. But from how she's trying to deal with it, I guess she's dealt with these kinds of anxiety attacks before. Just not with me around. Even back then, she was always keen on trying to hide the parts that she believed brought out the negative aspects of her. What she doesn't get is how I didn't care about her flaws, that the shit she was so insecure about was something I barely laid actual consideration on. Poor, poor A. I absolutely had no idea what had been running through her mind this whole fucking time.

And then she intakes large breaths of oxygen, finally looking up at me. And it's the worst feeling possible, watching her struggle for words whilst her hazel eyes - the eyes I've known for at least a year and have fallen in love with - are wild and feral, trying to grasp comfort in something. I'm utterly shocked and it takes every bit of my strength to stay rooted to the spot because all I want to do is run to the nearest person I can find and get him to help A. I can't stand it, I can't stand it to see her suffer like this.

"C-Calm down, A," I breathe, running a shaky hand along her cheek. I watch her inhale and exhale and then miraculously, words escapes from her lips, words that albeit are raspy are words. I clutch to them in vain, wanting to do nothing but stop A's suffering.
"L-Last night and the boys and... you and me and... " Realization reflects in my blue orbs and I shake my head quickly. God, she must think I only laid in bed with her because of those dumbasses. "N-No... A, it wasn't like that... you know I love you, I love you." I lock my eyes with her, desperate to convey that what I'm saying is true.

"No, you're alright, A... you're alright... nice and easy breaths, okay? Inhale, exhale. Inhale. Exhale." I watch helplessly as A struggles with the simple task of breathing and I'm praying, praying to the heavens whom I never believed in, to grant me this one wish, that the shit that's troubling A will stop. "Please... A... " I'm only rewarded with a blank look from A before she topples into my arms, her legs succumbing to the panic that's overwhelmed her body. And I sit there, cradling her, placing breathless kisses on her face, her neck, her hands. And seeing her in this distraught state, I never knew it would be this that would bring me down so weakly but it did. It made this one lone droplet of salt trail down my cheek and splash against the cheek of my beloved A. That's right. Me. Beau Parker. For what seems like the first time in my life. I cry.

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The first thing I could say about Reid was that he was genuinely a person who didn't leave anyone feel left out. As we drove away from my apartment, with Alexis waving goodbye, I had initially thought that this was going to be an awkward car ride. But almost as soon as we buckled our seat belts in, Reid threw in a question on music that I loved to listen to. Now if you didn't know, music was one of the few solaces I had in life along with reading and observing nature. Within moments, I had let launch a spur of bands and singers I was simply obsessed with, music groups that I had thought would not be popular within his psyche. But I was pleasantly surprised when he chimed in, nodding in recognition when certain names were familiar. I was shocked with myself, too, seeing that I barely had a stutter leave my lips. Most significantly, I didn't feel my cheeks burn with the ever-present blush that would complete my appearance. The connection we shared was genuinely strong and for the first time in days, I felt at ease.

Nearing the restaurant we would be dining at, I smiled, telling him he had nothing to worry about when he stated his hopes for my liking of pizza and pasta. I wasn't foreign to the place; Alexis had dragged me to the Castellanos enough times that we were friendly with the owners. Granted, it was Alexis that did all the talking but I was somewhat sure that they would recognize me. I gathered my purse, taking Reid's hand once more as we walked in the restaurant. His reservations for us was immediately directed towards a table that overlooked the late sunset of the early night. I perused through my menu, biting my lip as I considered the choices. I didn't want to embarrass myself in front of Reid. A waiter approached us at that very moment and I looked up as I reverted to my traditional murmur of words. "Hi, m-may I have the fettuccine alfr - ?" I trailed off as I stared in disbelief at the waiter standing in front of us. "J-Jerry?"

My eyes saw no wrong as there stood Jerry, dressed in the traditional attire as the waiter. He adjusted his glasses, smiling shyly at me. "That's me but you can call me 'waiter'." I laughed slightly, shaking my head in shock. "I didn't know y-you worked here." Jerry shrugged in response, blushing slightly. "Friday nights are my cue here. What are you doing here... ?" Jerry trailed off as he finally took in my dinner companion.

"Oh. I see... " He laughed nervously but there was a certain edge in his voice,
something I couldn't detect.

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[wanderer]

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Through my anxiety soaked haze I can feel myself being gathered up in warm arms, but I'm in to deep to dwell on the fact at the minute. I can still remember when I had my first panic attack. Mum had been rushed into hospital again, not an uncommon thing. I'd even made a couple of friends there, which had to say something about how much time we resided in that place. Me and dad had been sitting outside mums room, and usually by this time the doctor would have come out and had offered up a comforting smile and the line; 'Just another one of those things.' However, the the doctors lack of appearance, I had turned to my dad for reassurance. His words still ring in my thoughts to this day. 'I'm sorry baby.' he had said, voice pain stricken and head in his hands. 'Your Mamas not getting any better...' He has broken off there. That's when I finally realised that all this time I had just been trying to convince my 16 year old self that her illness was just running its course. The reality of the situation was that my mothers fate would remain the same, no matter how many times she 'recovered'. She would end up leaving, and I would be motherless. Without her.

Beaus voice swam into my consciousness, pleading me to calm down, and there was something strangely soothing about his voice. And so with all the focus I could muster up, I zoned in on his words repeating his instructions. Inhale. Exhale. Inhale. Exhale. My breaths came out in shakey hiccups, and as I began to come down from the abrupt bout of hysteria, I could feel my ear pressed up against my boyfriends bare chest, and could hear his heart thumping. With my attention drawn to this, to the beat of his best, the panic slowly began to receed until I slowly began to become more aware of my surroundings once again. I felt doused in groginess as I curled myself further into Beau, one of my hands fisted against his chest, the other packed close tightly to my body as my breathing slowly began to return to normal and my heart resumed its regular beating pattern, and with the absence of adrenaline running through my veins, the exhaustion set in.

I took a few moments to compose myself, closing my eyes counting to three and taking a few steady breaths, my body still trembling from the after effects of the attack. I reach up to brush my hand across my cheek, although when I do so, my fingertips come into contact with something wet. Despite how out of it I was, I'm pretty sure I wasn't crying, and so with all the courage I can muster up, I crane my neck to look at Beau, blinking my hazel eyes a few times to rid myself of blurriness. "Beau?" I croak, taking a few seconds to register the worry on his expression. "A-Are you ok?" I continue, reaching up a quivering hand to rest against his jawline softly. "I-I'm sorry, I couldn't stop it I..." I trail off, not exactly sure what to say to try and make things any better. Because I'm positive that this is a turning point in our relationship.

I'm just scared about whether its for better or worse.

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Truthfully, I hadn't been expecting things to go as well as they were with Iris, and we hadn't even started eating yet. Usually you have the stuffy car ride when you have to turn up the radio and usually tune out the other person and get to your destinstion. That's when the date really began. But I had been determined to make the bes to could of this chance to impress her, so obviously I had found myself whipping out all the stops and in turns out that although our music taste differs ever so slightly, I'm more or less into the same sort of stuff she is, which is pretty surprising considering the otherwise different circles we run in. Nevertheless I can talk about music quite a bit, and I made sure that she felt at ease with me. Hell, I barely heard a stutter escape past her lips on that whole ride, that's gotta count for something right?

As soon as we're the table I pull out the chair for her to sit in and then seat myself in my own. I'd paid out to get the best reservation in the house, and I couldn't help but congratulate myself on good money well spent. I run my hands through my dark hair a couple of times before taking up the menu and scanning through it briefly. Truthfully, I already have my heart set on the all Italian pizza, but I don't want to pressure iris into ordering so I let her take her time, instead studying her from across the table, ivory skin, tousled locks and chocolate brown eyes. Beautiful. Especially when she smiles, I mused to myself silently, glancing back down at the menu to decide upon a drink before looking back up again, this time my sight has the added appearance of a waiter.

When his name is uttered from her lips though, immeadietly my gaze shoots up to rest on the quiet member of our otherwise large and rambunctious group at school. Shit. I forgot he worked here on Fridays, just my damn lick. I knew he was soft on Iris, anybody could see the way he gave her those loved up puppy eyes, and I sort of felt bad for basically snatching her away. But it had/been the same way for the past two years now, he had had plently of opportunities to ask her out. So I wasn't completely in the wrong. That's what I tried to tell myself anyway.

When the kid turns his gaze to me I can see the hurt in his eyes, as well as the fact that he literally sends me daggers. I hesr the clipped tone of his voife, the underlying jealousy, however, I brush it off, smiling politely as I nod once. "Its good to see you Jerry. Hope everything's going well." To this he just gives me a scowl before turning back to Iris, reaching into his back pocket to take out a notepad and pencil.

"What was it that you wanted?"

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[Aww thanks love.^^
Bavis. Its perfect. Its pretty hard to make one up for Iris and Reid though, their names are awkward.xp
I love how you added Jerry back in, it bodes for an interesting night.C;] (hide spoiler)]

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It doesn't take too long before the tears come pouring down fast. The only difference with them from the first tear is that my reflexes are fast enough to keep them from falling upon A. I look down at her, begging her to wake up, holding her to my chest and just rocking her whilst I look up at the ceiling in vain of someone helping us. I shouldn't be crying. I was a tough boy. Mum always said that about me. Absolutely nothing broke me. Boy, if Mum was here, she'd be surprised into shock. Her little boy who never cried once when he tripped, who never succumbed to the otherwise hurtful comments that the student boy would make at my expense. My parents had never met A before but I was sure that one glance at her petite physique would send my mother rolling into a sea of affection. My mum was the type who would bake cookies and shit for the hell of it, the kind you'd only find in fairy tales or some sort. I was pretty damn lucky to have her in my life and this only sent me into another wave of pity because of what little I know of A's mum.

Despite our relationship having been steady for at least a year, this issue was practically the only thing A didn't open up with me; the deal with her mum. I didn't know when my curiosity was spiked on the matter - maybe it was when I had met her father - but I remember waking up one morning, suddenly bugged by this one thought. What exactly had happened to her mum? From that morning on, I would bug her from time to time, trying to ease out information that I wanted to know about her mother. But she would always shut me out, always diverting the subject to something harmless. I could tell it was something that she didn't want to talk about. I knew I shouldn't keep pushing her, but curiosity killed the cat. I just hoped I wouldn't be victimized by my own interest.

I feel A's form move slightly against me and I look down to see the pinkish hues return to her cheeks, her breathing regaining smooth control once more. My lips part and I watch, silently thanking the heavens. Thank you, I cast my eyes at the ceiling momentarily. Thank you... I hear her sweet voice croak in the silence that's filled our room and I meet her hazel eyes with my blue ones. "H-Hey," I hoarsely murmur. "Nice to see your eyes open again." My fingers shakily move to tuck a loose strand of her mousy brown hair behind her ear. I try to smile at her reassuringly. "I'm fine, A. Nothing to worry about." I lean into her soft hand that's reached up to caress my jawline. "It's okay," I reassure her, meeting her eyes.

I pause for a minute, just looking at her, thankful to eternity that she's awake. "Do you wanna talk about it?" I now murmur, taking her hand and squeezing it gently. This was a huge thing, no doubt a milestone in our relationship. And we had both pulled through it. We were both safe in each other's arms. And this gave me hope. Hope that we could learn from this experience and love each other even more.

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I had never been social enough to be keen on identifying just what emotions a person experienced when around a certain figure. My parents had devised a busy schedule for me, a schedule where I specialized in poring over various textbooks and practicing the flute and piano. By the time I had finished those activities alone, I was only left with a few hours to myself, in those which I sang softly to my pleasure and took an interested eye towards nature. No sort of friendships were involved - excepting the one I shared with Alexis - and even if I had any luck in befriending people, I never was the active one when it came to the commitment needed for the relationship to progress. It was a miracle alone that Alexis hadn't dumped me for the girls that would always fawn over her and numerous times, I had even questioned why she hadn't done so yet. She'd always reply to me that she took a liking to my innocence with a small laugh before turning back to whatever she was preoccupied with. Now as I sat there, contemplating what reason Jerry felt to be a bit... cool, if I may so, towards Reid, I felt a bit disappointed that my introverted nature had left me unskilled in reading the emotions that fondled people's psyches.

It took a few times for Jerry to prod me out of my reverie and thus when I finally turned to reality, my signature blush graced my cheeks and a stuttered apology followed with a murmur of me wanting a fettuccine alfredo. Jerry only gave me a smile, coolly turning to Reid before scribbling his order, walking away. Once he was gone, I turned to Reid curiously, cocking my head. "A-Are you guys okay? You two seem a bit... m-mad at each other." I looked at him concernedly. I was never one who knew just how to settle disputes. But this night was a night of chances: I was on a date with the Golden Boy and I had managed to get on his good side earlier in the night. I could probably risk this one and see how my card plays out. I felt the logical side of my brain frown and frankly, I felt as if a miniature version of my parents were sitting on my shoulder scowling at me disapprovingly. But for the first time, I shrugged them off and waited for Reid's response.

(view spoiler)[You're welcome. ^^
Haha, I know. xD Riris. Or Ireid. Ugh, so awkward. xP
Great to hear; I can't wait to see how this will play out. ;)) (hide spoiler)]

[wanderer]

Ａｖｉｓ Ｍｏｒｒｅｔｔｉ

Despite the fact that I'm now utterly drained, I can't help but feel as if this huge weight has been lifted off of my shoulders. I didn't have anything more to really hide from Beau. I wouldn't have to sneak away from bed in the middle of the night to try and calm myself down because finals were nearing, I wouldn't have to purposely be on edge about the fact that maybe he might catch me in a bad state. As inconvenient the time this had happened was, I can't help but be a little relieved that now he knows a little bit more about the not-so-perfect side of me. Not to mention the fact that the attack had been building up for a good few weeks now. It had been only a matter of time before everything blew over. Sure, granted it was crappy timing. But it was just another step forward in our relationship.

Guilt consumes a little of me when I realise that I've basically brought him to tears. However, instead of making some petty comment on the fact I just gently swipe away a lone droplet that had settled on his cheek, my eyes unwavering from his. God I could get lost in those eyes forever. The consistent best of his heart, my ear pressed up to it is keeping me in check, and slowly my tensed muscles relax out as I allow Beau to just hold me for a little while, and the action alone has me convinced that this is where I belong. I'm home right here in his arms.

I let a faint smile flicker onto my features as he takes my hand in his own, and I'm vaguley aware that in the space of about 20 minutes the weather has turned around and I can hear the pitter patter of rain on the pavement, which makes me feel less guilty for spending the day at home--I can't see us being up to much today, not after this sort of...Incident. But I didn't mind. Indoor days tended to be the best after all.

I chew on the inside of my cheek at his words, because although I know its the best thing to be doing, talking, I'm still slightly afraid of what he's going to ask, regardless of the fact that I genuinely have nothing much to hide any longer. Essentially though, I'm frightened that he might try and talk about my mother again, the one topic that I've labeled as completely off limits, in my mind anyway. Whenever Beau gets the chance he tries to bring her up. Now don't get me wrong, I won't hold it against him for trying. Its just not an easy subject to talk about. And after all this I'm really not up for the task of telling him about her. I'm still not ready yet.

Slowly, I give a nod of my head, moving my hand round in his slightly to offer up a small squeeze. "Yea I think that...That'd be good. I just need a moment though..." I trailed off, squeezing the bridge of my nose with my other hand as I regain a few more of my bearings, eyes squeezed tightly shut. Eventually I let my orbs flicker open once more as I re-adjust myself in his arms, ready to get up and push myself to my feet when I need to. "Could we talk on the couch in front of the fire though? I'd feel better there." I inform him before finally sitting up properly in his lap and pressing a gentle kiss to his cheek, moving to wrap my arms around him, burying my face into the crook of his neck momentarily.

"I don't think I got to tell you." I let a faint teasing tone hint at my voice as I spoke.

"I love you too."

Ｒｅｉｄ Ｃａｒｔｅｒ

Why the hell did it have to be Jerry? Anybody else I could probably handle. Sure most of the guys would make a few jibes, but nothing that I couldn't just brush off. At the moment I'm getting Jerry sending me looks as if he's a kicked puppy, and I can tell you right now, even if I'm not edaclty close to the kid its not nice hurting somebody who is a genuinely good person. Especially somebody like Jerry who doesn't exactly have the best set of social or communication skills either, and so he'll just have this look instead. One that I'm still on the recieving end of, if you were wondering. Not only that, its making me feel slightly uncomfortable, I feel as if he's watching my every move, ready to swoop in as soon as I do or say the wrong thing. As if he might be taking notes, and as soon as he gets that chance hell ask her out and make everything ten times better. Because although I know I excel at things that Jerry doesn't, its the same way around and where I lack, he exceeds and surpasses all expectations. For example, I already have him pinned as a romantic genius, just like Trevor. It'd be just my luck.

Still feeling our waiters eyes drilling into the back of my head, I turn my attention to Iris, and instantly my body relaxes because right now, I'm the one here with her, not him. So that has to be some consolation, right? I can't help but allow the smallest of s!miles to play along my lips as she cocks her head to one side, although it takes me a few seconds more that it should have to register what she's saying, simply because I'm lost in the beauty that is Iris. "Me and Jerry? Ah...Nothing much. He's just a bit peeved because of something I did, I couldn't help it though. I'm sure he'll get over it, I'll apologise to him on Monday." I assure her. "Im not mad at him though." I continue, before leaning across the table and linking our fingers together. "Anyway..." I trail off, my grin widening. "Let's focus on us." I suggest, face brightening slightly. "You know the best way to get to know each other better?" I question, although I don't allow her to answer, to elated by the idea I have in mind.

"A good old fashioned game of 20 questions." I smirk, pretty proud of the infamous idea. What better way to find out her likes and dislikes? Admittedly it was a pretty cheesy way to go about it, and any romantic extrofinaire would probably be ripping their hair out over the very proposal of the idea. But I paid no mind to that, instead I went ahead and gestured to her.

"Do you want to play, you can have dibs on the first question if you want to." I offer up, unable to hide my general excited mood.

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I think Riris is probably best, you can pronounce it easier.c;
I feel bad for Reid's being so short, so apologies.;-;
Also, if you feel like skipping Avis and Beau to when they talk I don't mind, I was going to but then I wasn't sure if it would flow as well so I just sort of left it, I don't mind what you do though.:)] (hide spoiler)]

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I smile down at her, cupping her face gently with my hands, breathing in her comforting scent. She's okay. Safe and sound. She's not suffering from her panic attacks now. That is all gone. I look at her eyes and notice just how tired she looks. The coming emotions that successfully overwhelmed her petite little body have taken their toll on her frame; she looks absolutely drained and not willing of even taking one more step towards me. "You're okay now," I whisper in her ear, brushing my lips slightly against her earlobe before pulling away. "You're safe with me." I feel her fingers flutter to swipe away a lone tear that had still been momentarily ceased in its downwards path and momentarily, I feel embarrassed. She must think I'm such a weakling, to be crying over this. Instead of pointing this out, however, I just shut my mouth and allow my lips to curve into another gentle smile at her action.

I turn at her attention towards the window and I see that the twittering of the cheerful birds have been washed away by the sound of rain pattering against the asphalt. "Just our luck, huh?" I smile knowingly. Given the events that had just taken place over at Casa Parker, I'm left with the deduction that we're not significantly moving anywhere today. Just a rainy day with the two of us curled up against the fire and just talking. I don't object to this, however. It's been a long time since we've both been left to our own devices together at home, content with the knowledge that we don't have to do anything. Nothing is on our schedule today; we can just spend the day together and relax.

I decide to lay back on her case today and just let A calm herself down and tell me when she's ready to proceed with the day. Although it was terrifying for me to watch her succumb to the agony that had consumed her mind just a few minutes ago, I can't even imagine just how mind-numbing it was for A to know that such emotions were taking over her physique and that she was left with little to no strength to defend herself against the attack. The mere thought of A fighting back against terror and not being able to stop it makes me shudder and my grip tightens momentarily on her hand before I let it slide with a gentle squeeze.

"You take however long you need to think this through, hun," I murmur when she stammers out that she's not yet ready to take on my suggestion and talk this through. Despite what little skills I have of being perfect boyfriend material, I've learned enough cheesiness that in order to progress a relationship's strength, both significant others need to take their sweet, merry time to get their thoughts straight before actually talking about their matters. I smile comfortingly at her and give her shoulder a squeeze, hugging her close to my body when she finally gives in to sitting on my lap. "Of course we can," I murmur. "We can do anything you want, okay? Today's your day." I nuzzle in the crook of her neck, smiling against her skin. I chuckle softly, internally mortified as she tells me that she loves me, too. So she did hear me sob out that I loved her when she was being consumed by the attack. I feel my cheeks getting hot and I try to ignore it, bringing up a quick question so as to divert her attention from my blushing.

"You hungry?"

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I knew it seemed silly, shocking even, but I always felt as if Jerry had intimate feelings for me. Not in the sense that he wanted to tear off my clothes and... do that, no. But in the sense that he wanted to ask me to be his girlfriend. It was strange for me to think about it, but with the coming pointed looks that Alexis gave me when he stopped by my locker to strike up a conversation and the very detectable emotion of something serious shining in his eyes every time he looked at me, I was beginning to think otherwise. It couldn't be possible that of all people, Jerry had feelings for me. I was an awkward girl who didn't know the first things when it came to hooking up and all that, a girl who preferred to spend her Friday nights curled up with a book rather than say, making out with a guy. And with the years I've known Jerry - we go looong back to eighth grade - I was sure that Jerry would've known by now that I wasn't keen on going on dates with him - or anyone, for the matter.

But I was here, on a date with Reid, and I was 99% sure that had something to do with his cool attitude. The shy, little girl was suddenly hanging out with the Golden Boy after just having surpassed four years of high school with just one date, a pity one, too, mind you. It must have shocked him to frustration that I was suddenly open for business when the years before, I had packed up my lemonade stand with a sign that said 'Not Available' in bright red. He could've known, however, that the date had just come up on a spur of the moment, come up at my weakest point when I was doggone tired.

I watched Reid's expression as he explained to me that Jerry was just pissed off because of something he had done. I could tell that there was something Reid was hiding from me; I could tell from the shiftiness that had taken over his usual charismatic expression that there was something he wasn't telling me. I decided not to push it, though. I barely knew the guy. Plus, with the sudden interlocking of my fingers with his and me staring into his eyes, I guess you could say that I was a bit... distracted.

At his proposal of playing 20 Questions, I brightened slightly. Considering that it was the game that Alexis and I played over at lunch at least nine years ago, I guess you could say that the game was one of the things that got me all soft and nostalgic. I smiled, letting out an easy laugh at his gesture of me starting off first. "Sure." I bit my lip, mulling about my choices before settling on a harmless question.

"When's your birthday?"

(view spoiler)[Sorry this was late. ;-; I'm stoops.
Haha, true. ;) Bavis and Riris, ftw, then. :)
No problem, haha. ^^
I actually decided on him asking if she was hungry so that we could do the whole bakery-run thing with all the feels but IDK. xP You can decide on your reply. ;)
Oh, and I have a question for Riris. ^^ After their whole dinner thing, what would we proceed to? Like, originally, we had planned to keep things a little sped-up so we can get to the whole apartment thing but I dunno, haha. :/ (hide spoiler)]

[wanderer]

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"All the more reason to have the fire on." I say with a grin as the sound of the rain pelting the pavement only gets louder. I love rain. I love it when I can walk home in the rain, and then have a nice hot bubbly bath to wash away the coldness, and I also love the feeling of warmth it brings to a house. The way you can cosy down and watch as nature takes its toll on the outside world whilst your safely warm and locked away. I liked the fact that it was like washing away your worries, almost, and I also liked the idea that maybe one day I'll be able to kiss Beau in the rain like they do in 'The notebook'.(A high ranking film on my 'favourites movies' list.)

Despite the overall weariness I feel after the attack, I'm pretty much good to to. I mean, my muscles might ache for a little and I might be a bit shaky for the rest of the day, but after having a rest I should be back to normal. This is probably the quickest I've calmed down from an anxiety, and I can't help but wonder if maybe Beaus presence has something to do with it. He's always had the ability to make me feel safe and loved whenever I'm feeling anything but, and the winder of it is I'm certain that half the time he doesn't even realise he's doing it. That in itself amazes me and makes me feel all the more thankful that our of the the people he could have, he's chosen, for the meantime, to be with me.

I lay my head back against his shoulder. I know really I should make an effort to move. I mean I'm still decked out in all of his clothes from last night and after the little incident I probably look like a wreck, but really I can't bring myself to part with the comfort of his arms cradelling me. As his voice sounds in my ear, I can't help but let relief wash over me at how understanding he's being, even if he doesn't completely understand yet. Despite my embaressinly bare dating past, I did have one boyfriend that decided he had to know absolutely everything about me. He'd ask anything, from private and personal questions to rude ones. He knew no boundaries. When I confided in him about something and it ended up flying all over the school, I had ended it then and there. Maybe that's what why this betrayal from one of my friends had stung so much. Had pushed me off the edge I had been teetering on dangerously. Right now there was only one person I trusted. The person who currently had his arms wrapped around me, the person that had watched me struggle through a less-than-pleasent experience and had stuck around, the person that I was inexplicably and undoubtedly in love with.

"Am I hungry?" I repeat his question, allowing a smirk to form on my lips. "Beau Parker, I would have thought you'd know by now that that is a stupid question to ask me. I'm always hungry." I inform him, lightly jabbing him in the ribs. "God those cinnamon buns smell good." I sigh as the scent of the bakery continues to waft into his room. "Y'know, I think that's what really won me over in the whole dating you thing. I mean, you have a bakery opposite you, what type of girl passes up the opportunity to have a boyfriend that has an apartment placed right next to a place that sells all of the good things in life." I tease, my smile growing wider as I do so. For now, I just want to forget. Just for a little while, I want to imagine that the panic that I've endured and the worry I've no doubt put on Beau hasn't happened, and this is how the morning has started off. Because this is how it should be

Just me and him. Together.

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I've never been do antsy on a date. I swear to god if I forgot any more she's going to think something is wrong with me. Truth is, I think I'm just nervous. I know, completely stupid, right? Its just a date for christsake, but for the first time in I don't know how long, this date actually matters because its not just another harmless thing, this is the real deal and no amount of dates with other girls would prepare me for one that actually mattered.ni guess you can't really practice for a date, so to speak. Because you can't interpret what the other person is going to do or say.

Which is a pain in the ass because right now I'm second guessing everything I'm saying to her and every action I'm making.

My fingers are still twined with hers across the table, and I love the fact that her hands are so small and fragile in my callous ones. In some ways it reaffirms me and my mike wide ego that I can do this. Its Iris. This is Iris and I can talk to her and charm her like I would do any other girl. Except I'm missing out the fact that Iris is special, is differnt and that alone makes it all the more harder to convince myself that no matter how much worrying I do, essentially I just need to do what I usually do and everything will turn out fine. The only fact is that this time it matters, so I have to put all my effort in to making it important, so it doesn't turn out to be like sweet talking any other girl.

My attention is drawn away from my over-working mind and returns to Iris' face. I'm compelled to study her eyes, a warm chocolate brown any guy could melt in. I know I definstley could. I see her face brighten up slightly St my suggestion, and I can't help but congratulate myself on the suggestion. Out of the corner of my eyes I can still see Jerry sending me daggers, and as unnerving ssnit is, I have to remind myself that right now I'm the one with the beautiful girl sitting opposite me and he is still on the job, so even if he wanted to say anything, he couldn't due to the risk of getting sacked.

Her laugh is like music to my ears, and honestly I can't think of a prettier sound. I can't stop the feeling of delight I experience as she agrees to the idea aloud, a whoosh of thankfulness rushes through me. "My date of birth." I mull over the question before shaking my head. "4th of November, but cmon Iris, I'm sure there are better questions than knowing my date of birth." I tease. "I'm an open book after all." I assure. "And what's yours? Date of birth I mean." I specify.

"My question for you is...What was your first pet andbwhsr was its name?" I say decidedly, nodding my head in agreeement with my own choice.

(view spoiler)[[I don't mind, it was worth waiting for.^^
Woo!
I hope my replies are up to scratch, I really wanted to get these up today.c:
Tbh, I'd be pretty happy to keep playing Riris out for now, although I'm not to sure where we'd go after the dinner date. I'm happy with sticking to the original plan or carrying on as we are now, I guess it depends on any ideas we have for them.:s Did you have any ideas for the both of them?
Oh! Also I changed Avis' formatting and added in more pictures of her in the form of collages. I'm going to do the same with Reid tomorrow.^^] (hide spoiler)]

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I chuckle softly, just sitting there in silence with A cradled in my arms. I don't say anything, just breathe in the intoxicatingly comforting scent of hers, closing my eyes as my trained nose deftly picks out the faintest of lilacs on her olive skin along with the warm aroma of what appears to be freshly-baked cookies. My keen sense of smell had driven my mum bonkers back in the day. I could always guess what we were having for dinner and my mum, always the one who believed fully in the element of surprise, would always try to coax up wild recipes of food from a variety of cultures until my nose would give into surrender. My dad, always the jolly guy, would always erupt into peals of laughter when seeing the defeated expression settle on my mother's face when my bloodhound sensitivity of detecting smells would win over her delicious cooking. The idea of a homely meal brings me to my thoughts, thoughts that suggest that I should probably introduce A to my parents. We had been going out for at least a year and last night only, we had sealed the deal. God, I could guarantee anyone, bet anyone a hundred dollars that all my parents needed to do was lay a mere eye on her before they'd fall in love with her. A had that general sort of likability. No one could ever not like her. The heavens know only how she charmed me into her arms.

I laugh into her skin as she pokes at my ribs playfully, teasing me about the little ol' bakery that was just across the street from Casa Parker. Although quaint and not really skyrocketing in business, it was guaranteed that the Flour Box made the best bread in town. I could even go so far that I made plentiful stops by there to pick up a few loaves to keep the groceries stocked up. Always warm and succulent in taste, anyone who was having a bad day could simply take a bite out of the staple food and give into forgetting about whatever was troubling their poor little minds. And given the current circumstances - what with the attack that had plagued darling little A only a few minutes ago - I know what exactly we could use to cheer up our day.

"Be right back," I stoop my head to give her a light, sweet kiss before standing up and quickly throwing on a fitted T-shirt. I wasn't in the awake mood to dress for impression and the basketball shorts fit well enough. I run down the stairs and out the door, right in the rain. Shit, I should've gotten the umbrella. But it was too late and before I knew it, I was sprinting across the street, hearing the familiar angry honks of the early birds who had decided to clog up the streets. I shake out droplets of rain from my hair as I walk into the basking warmth of the little bakery, breathing in the fresh aroma of bread baking. A young woman who seems like she must be in her early 20's beams up at me from the counter, waiting patiently for me to speak. "Give me a dozen of your finest cinnamon buns, ma'am," I flash a toothy grin at her, already pawing through my wallet for a 20. In less than four minutes, she's gotten me a Saran-wrapped plate of the baked goods and I clutch it to my chest, feeling the warmth seep through my damp T-shirt. Calling out a thanks behind my shoulder, I'm out in the rain again, half-running and half-jaywalking along the streets until I reach my apartment. My hand fumble for the keys and it takes a while to get the door open before I finally get it right and walk in. I latch the door shut behind me, not even bothering to get dry. I'm filled with a sudden giddiness to surprise A with what I hope to seem romantic. I mean, it's not every day you see a douche bag like me getting hot chocolate and freshly-baked cinnamon buns ready for my girl.

Before I know it, I've got two mugs of hot cocoa ready along with the buns set in front of the fire I've coaxed up in the fireplace. I get a dry towel from the linen closet, drying myself up whilst I walk over to A and pick her up effortlessly, carrying her over to the fireplace. I set her down gently on the couch and plop next to her, gesturing to the cinnamon buns and the steaming cups of hot chocolate. "Help yourself," I smile at her, my blue eyes twinkling.

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As I ran a hand, smoothing my dress, it occurred to me that maybe I was actually getting this dating thing right after all. Reid didn't seem to be weirded out by me and so far, I hadn't let anything embarrassing slip out from my mouth... yet. But the fact that we had drove to the Castellanos, gotten our orders taken, and were now waiting for our food... it seemed so impossible that I was holding out so long. More than once, I thanked the heavens silently that Alexis wasn't here. God, if she saw me like this, she would have a heart attack. Never had I been so at ease with a person. Not even Alexis could get me relaxed so easily like this. I only had to sit here across from Reid and instantly, it felt like any worries that might have been plaguing my mind would be washed away. It was amazing, this simple effect that the guy had on me and it had me wondering multiple times if there was something wrong with me, especially considering that this was the Golden Boy I was talking about. He seemed to be the only person ever to get me this calm... along with Jerry.

As if on cue, our waiter arrived with our meals. Jerry spent a couple extra minutes getting my order down, as if he wanted to savor the fact that he was holding my food. I took note, however, of how he unceremoniously plunked my date's order in front of him, sparing a seething look on him before making his leave off to another table. I bit my lip, trying to not give any air that I had noticed the rather cool treatment. Thankfully, Reid chose this moment to tell me his birthday. 4th of November. "M-Mine's the thirteenth of September." Damn, the stutter was starting to come back. "And no, don't e-even ask," I gave Reid a knowing smile. "I wasn't born on Friday the thirteenth." I rolled my brown eyes at the prominently preposterous superstition as I took a dainty bite of my fettuccine alfredo. One forkful was enough to let me know just what I had missed out on the nights that I had bailed out on Alexis and the other girls for dinner here. The food was definitely the best.

I smiled at his question, dabbing at my mouth with my napkin before speaking. "I-I've never actually had a pet in my entire life." I braced myself for the shock that was to grace his countenance. "My parents weren't exactly what you'd call as 'animal goers'." I made air quotation marks with my fingers, recalling just how strict they had been when I had begged for them to let me adopt a puppy. I remembered how heartbroken I was for a lot of weeks, always staring out my window and wondering how life would have been so good with a little Maltese loyally by my side.

"B-But I'd love to have a pet in my later years."

(view spoiler)[Aw, you're such a sweetheart. >w<
And no problem! They were flawless like always. ;)
Hope you didn't mind that I made Beau a little longer than Iris. ^-^ I was really feeling the Bavis tonight. ;)
And as for Riris, I was thinking maybe we could feature the bet thing back in Reid's mind. Like, as he's talking, he realizes why he's even talking to Iris? But some part of him doesn't allow him to try his womanizing tactics on her and so maybe we could end the night with them sharing their first kiss and Reid could lie to his friends, saying that he slept with her? We could then feature the tears and all that good drama. C: Feel free to object my ideas, though, haha. ^-^
By the way, A looks great. :D (hide spoiler)]

[wanderer]

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Sometimes I find it hard to comprehend that this life is mine. It might sound odd, but I often find myself contemplating. In my younger years, I never thought that at the age of 20 I would have lost the mother I loved, and that my father would be a widow. I'd never planned to go into a route in medicine, in fact I was much more interested in history and what happened long ago. And never at the age of 20 did I think that I'd have already found the person I wanted to spend the rest of my life with; but I guess fate is funny like that. None of the stuff that had happened to me was in my 'list' so to speak. Of course you never peg yourself as the kid that loses a parent, nobody ever does, which is why when it happens its all the more worse, because you know you're that girl. The girl that lost her mum. Its the same with my job. I can't say I was fully decided on what I wanted to be when I was 13 years old, but I'd never been very good at the sciences, so it hadn't crossed my mind, to become a doctor that is. Only after mum passed did I consider it. That's why I had moved here with dad, and essentially, if I hadn't done so, I wouldn't have met Beau. Like I said, fate has funny ways of throwing stuff at you. I guess everybody just takes it in their stride.

Within second of speaking, Beau is setting me back down on the mattress of the bed and is hurrying around the room in a whirlwind and with a sweet kiss and a quick farewell he's disappeared, leaving me contemplating over what just happened. With a faint frown I lie back on the cushions of the bed, pursing my lips slightly. I know I probably should attempt to do something productive in what I assume is his brief absence. I know the sheets probably need changing, but I can't bring myself to rise from the comfort of the bed at the minute, instead I allow myself a few moments of rest and reflection, closing my eyes for a few minutes and before I know it I'm slipping into that half-awake half-asleep faze, that one where you're aware of everything around you, but you're otherwise lightly sleeping.

Its not long before I hear the door go again, and I quickly shoot up into a sitting position. I'd be damned if I spent most of the day sleeping, I'd just spent half my night doing that. Despite my groggy disposition, I can still hear Beau shuffling around and I'm about to get out of bed to go see what he's doing before he pops up in the doorway, scoops me up from the bed and carries me through to the couch before I can protest. "Y'know, as much as these manly acts of strength impress me, I'm pretty capable of walking." I find myself teasing once more as he eases me onto the sofa, settling himself down beside me.

I cross my legs and reach for the blanket that is set across the back of the cushioned chair, swadling myself in it before turning to look in front of me, and I swear right there and then I turn into putty in his hands. "Oh Beau..." I whisper out as a smile spreads across my features, one that I'm sure I'd be unable to suppress no matter how hard I tried. I turned to him to see his eyes sparkling with delight, which just made my heart melt even more at how proud of himself he was. I gingerly leaned over to place another kiss on his lips. "I really do love you." I repeat myself from earlier, and I do. I can't remember the last time somebody managed to make such a simple, yet infintly kind gesture toward me like this one. I slid my slight hands around the mug of hot chocolate opposite me, lifting it to my lips and blowing away the steam. Finally, I raise my eyes to look at him over the rim of the cup. "Ok, I think I'm ready. To talk that is." I clarify with a nod of my head, turning myself so I'm now opposite him, still cross legged with the blanket draped over my frame. "I think this would probably work best if you just ask me questions though, I'd prefer it like that, it'll be easier to answer." I nod, slightly, letting out a shaky breath as I brace myself for what's to come.

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I rested my spare hand on my knee, and I can't help but let my mind drift, not because I'm not fully engrossed in the conversation at hand, its just...I'm worrying again. The only reason I'm on this date is because of the damn bet, but so so far this is the best date I've had with a girl since...Well, ever. I don't think I've ever had a date that's gone as well as this one is, and we haven't even really gotten halfway through the night. But I can hear the guys voices in the back of my mind, and I can assure you it isn't pleasant when you're paying attention to a pretty girl that is probably going to be subjected to a load of abuse depending upon my decision and how I handle this. But the truth is, k don't know how I'm going to handle it. I don't know what I should do, and this is something I can really go to anybody for advice about. This is solely on me. Whatever I decide, I'll be the one responsible for all the reparations. That's what's, hell I'd go as far to say its scaring me. Because despite a lot of accusations and rumours, I don't like seeing other people get hurt because of me. Much less people that have an impact on me. Like Iris does.

A quick grin graces my features at her words and I wrinkle my nose slightly. "Damn? You took the words right out of my mouth." I state, squeezing her hand gently. I wasn't ignorent to the way that Jerry lingered when KT came to setting down Iris' food, or the way he looked at her longingly. That was before he basically threw my plate down in front of me, sending me one of his infamous cold looks once more and stalking off to tend to another table. I glanced shiftily at my date for the briefest of moments, and although I'm sure she probably saw Jerry's actions toward me,she didn't try to inquire any more about it, for that I can be thankful. So instead I mimicked her actions, taking up a slice of my pizza and biting into it, allowing the mouthwatering tastes to take over my mouth. God I really did love the food here.

I continue to chomp down on my food as she sets her fork down to speak, and although I try to make my eating look sophisticated, it must be noted that pizza really isn't the best food to make you appear to have good table manners and make you look mature. Unfortunately for me. I set down the slice I'm currently on though,when her sweet voice fills the air. I raise my eyebrows slightly before nodding my head. "Don't worry." I assure her. "I can relate." I continue with a small smile. "My mum was adamant on not having Amy pets, there's 4 of us, so it would be an extra mouth to feed. But when the neighbours were just giving away their pups and there was only one left, I could resist. So I just sort of took her home. Mum wasn't happy at first but Trixie managed to worm her way into mums heart pretty quickly. She's been a part of the family ever since." The memory is a fond one, how angry mum had been at first. Then Trixie had gone and curled up beside her and that had been it.

"I wouldn't advise on that method to get a pet though, it probably doesn't have a high success rate. My mums just pretty softhearted." I inform her with a nod. "If you want you can meet Trixie though. She's a good dog." I say, and even I can hear my voice soften slightly before I shake my head.

"Ok, your turn. Ask away." I urge, voice returning g to normal once more.


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Sorry these aren't as good, I'm super tired.;-;
I don't mind, I sort of did the same.:s I'm sort of in a Bavis mood as well, although don't get me wrong, Riris is getting cuter and cuter as they go.c:
I do e it. I just went ahead and wrote it out for his first paragraph.:)
But all that sounds good! Super good. I love me a bit of drama, so let's go with that idea.^^] (hide spoiler)]

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As of now, I guess you could say that I feel pretty damn proud of myself. I was never the guy who dabbled well in romance and the idea of 'lovey-dovey' was one of the many things that confused me. It made no sense to me why getting chocolates and roses made chicks go crazy. It was just a few presents that were probably bought hastily at some local drugstore and most likely only bought to make amends for some shit that the guy fucked up on. Love, I believed, should be demonstrated every day just by being with one's significant other. But at seeing how surprised A was at the cinnamon buns and hot chocolate, not to mention the kiss I received on the lips with her infamous 'I love you' at the end of it, all was forgotten on my opinion of romance. I had just impressed A and that was something I found hard to do, what with my douchebag persona. But I had actually done it. I had actually fucking done it. And just sitting there, with A curled up next to me with the afghan thrown on her, I actually thought I could get used to be romantic. At least once in a while, yeah?

I run a hand through my dark brown locks and smile at her as she moves her pretty lips to blow at the steam that wafts from the cup of hot chocolate. I guess there was a reason why they called it hot chocolate instead of some weird shit like cold chocolate. I roll my eyes at the strange thoughts my mind projects. God, if I could trade minds with anyone, I'd do it in a heartbeat. My own psyche was too eccentric for me to even handle. And that's coming from me, of all the fucking people.

I meet her hazel eyes and squeeze her left wrist comfortingly as she finally, albeit shakily, declares that she's ready to speak up on what had been troubling her ever since she had woken up and had suffered from that panic attack. "Are you sure you're ready?" I ask softly. I wanted to give her enough time so that she'd be firm to talk about it. Not to mention that the bout of anxiety that had overwhelmed her had only happened at least twenty minutes ago. I didn't want something freaky like another one to come at her out of the blue while she was talking about whatever had plagued her with such worries.

I look at her concernedly before slowly nodding at her suggestion of talking about it in a question/answer format. I liked it. Ask a question, get an answer, discuss a bit. It reminded me of those study sessions we had back in high school whenever there was going to be a huge exam on a subject the next day. Everyone's heads would be ducked, pens scritching across their notebooks furiously as they tried to get every word that the teacher uttered down on paper. I would always be the only guy who'd just be staring blankly at the teacher, not even bothering to do the laborious task of writing down shit I didn't even care about. But what would always surprise me was the passing grade I'd always receive on the exams even though I didn't study for shit. Teachers would always tell me that I had potential and that I'd only have to work a little harder before things worked my way. But I was rebellious back then, mind only intent on drinking and smoking with the guys, and hooking up with chicks. Things have now changed.

I have now changed.

I take a deep breath and reach over to take a bite of a cinnamon bun. I had to make sure to not pressure her with interrogations even though every edge of my body is doused with curiosity. Keep her calm, keep her calm and collected. We were partners in a relationship that was full of trust. I could do this. She could do this. We could do this.

"Alright," I clear my throat, munching on the bite I had taken out of the baked goods. Damn, Flour Box really was on top of its shit.

"What made you feel shocked when you woke up?"

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I was never one to judge. Judging things by their covers always made me feel uncomfortable because if there was one thing I hated, it was that I hated to be wrong. Whether at academics or just at life, being wrong made me feel like I had failed myself. I knew it was silly of me to feel bad for something stupid like that, but I guess it was one of my many fatal flaws. The overlay of my parent's strictness had structured me to be this way and I couldn't really blame them for it. I just happened to be born in the Yang household. Certainly was there no way where I could change myself to be someone else. But sitting here on a date with Reid as I listened to him talk about the dog he had managed to get from a neighbor at a young age. I found myself softening as Reid's countenance and voice betrayed a little emotion. The rumors I had heard of him not giving a single damn about anything were wrong. Surely someone couldn't fake something so raw and powerful like that. His dog really meant a lot to him. And everything that I had heard about him was wrong.

I laughed slightly at his warning that one couldn't get a pet like he had done with his mum's approval coming up gradually but definitely. I momentarily thought of my own mother taking in a little Maltese at her feet. It could come to be possible but in the life that I had been raised with her gentle albeit strict chides, it was a bit hard to imagine my mother warming up to a little puppy.

"That'd honestly be great," I murmured, taking another bite of my food when Reid offered me a chance to meet his dog, Trixie. Animals always managed to wiggle in a soft spot inside me. I guess it was because they were closely related to nature, another thing that I loved immensely. I looked at him, studying his features for a moment. The brown eyes, the hair, the smile. I felt myself blush and looked down at my plate to avoid catching his gaze on my pink cheeks. Thankfully, it was my turn to ask a question.

"Um... ," I hesitated slightly, dragging out the pause to get an idea of what I should ask him. I bit my lip, deciding to ask something that was somewhat risky. I hoped it didn't fall negative on me. "W-What's... What's the longest relationship you've ever heard with a girl?" I kept my eyes on my plate, this time not even daring to raise my gaze on him as regret filled my veins fully. I shouldn't have asked him the question.
I really shouldn't have.

(view spoiler)[Sorry that my post is late. D:
Exams are getting to me. x.x (hide spoiler)]

[wanderer]

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I take another sip of my hot chocolate, the liquid scalding as it slithered down my throat, however the pain is almost welcome, a wake up call, keeping me grounded instead of allowing myself to succumb to all the other worries that often warp my mind into something its not. Something it shouldn't be. I'd often allow myself to think about why I was that way, so paranoid about things, so unsure about myself and the decisions I was making, whether I was good enough. According to my GP it was just another side effect of depression, but I hadn't been on my meds since me and Beau had gotten serious, hell, with him around I'd never really needed them. He made me happy. So maybe the thoughts were something deeper, I had decided a while ago. Maybe it was just me. Accepting that didn't prevent the panic attacks though. The anxiety was still there as well, fighting tooth and claw to remain firmly rooted in the back of my mind, just waiting for the right time to pounce. Like this morning not but twenty minutes ago. When I was vulnerable, it would attack.

I allow a smile to paint my lips once more as I nod reassuringly. "I'm ok Beau. I won't break." I comfort. I don't want him thinking that because of this, I need to be treated like glass. Dad had done enough of that in my lifetime. After mum...After everything, he didn't dare say a wrong word in my direction, didn't joke in the 'wrong' way. He basically wrapped me up in cotton wool, which was the last thing I needed, the last thing I wanted. Which was why Beau was so good for me. He kept me grounded, made sure I knew what reality was. He wasn't afraid to say what he thought, and he certainly wasn't scared of arguing with me. Which was nice. I liked the way our relationship worked. It was mutual. We were equals. Which made it just all the more important to me. He....He was, no, is my anchor.

Without him I'd just drift.

I swallowed hard at his question, nodding my head slightly and pursing my lips. Trust Beau to go straight to the root of the problem. But I guess it was best to get the big thing out of the way and after that was done other questions would be able to follow. I blew out a steady breath before reaching for a cinnamon bun and gently dunking the sugary treat into my drink before taking a bite. I knew I was stalling, as if to prolong the inevitable. It wasn't as if the question was...Bad. The fact of the matter was, I was embarrassed. Because I had known before the panic that all of my notions were probably stupid, yet I just hadn't been able to help myself. I had had to dwell on them further. Now here we were, and I would have to explain my ridiculously mortifying ideas. I would have to explain how my fucked up mind worked.

Finally I set the cinnamon roll back down in my lap, washing it down with my hot chocolate before clearing my throat. "Ok, so before I start, just so you know my brain doesn't really work like other peoples. I over-analyse everything and I'm often way to quick to judge, so just bear with me." I plead with him before setting the mug back down on the table. "So when I woke up obviously I took a few seconds to register..Everything. And aside from us being together, the thing that I could remember was what those guys said. About me being frigid, and about you batting for the other team..." I trail off, my hands fisting together and tightening slightly as a try to detain myself. "So I um....I thought maybe the only reason you slept with me was because of them, because of what they said. I mean, you haven't really shown an interest in me in that way since the beginning of our relationship. And after it sort of freaked me out those first few times you've never really made any approach." I hurry my words along. "I'd been holding out for a while now, I thought you didn't find me desirable in that way." I add on the last sentence quietly, my cheeks heating up, not dwelling on the words that were leaving my mouth, I quickly continued. "After that, I considered the fact that maybe you would kick me out for some reason or other, and I'd have to drag my sorry ass home to face dad. And then after all of that it occurred to me that I probably wasn't even any good. I mean, I'm not privy to the fact that this wasn't exactly your first rodeo, I know for a fact that those girls have more experience in this sort of area than I do. I was scared, I still am, scared, that is, that it wasn't as special for you as it was for me."

With that I drag my eyes away from those blue orbs, unable to look at them any longer. Instead I haphazardly reach for my drink, focusing on the liquid that is now sloshing around in the mug, unable to look up at him.

Unable to look up at the boy that I'm desperately in love with.

Ｒｅｉｄ Ｃａｒｔｅｒ

Whilst waiting for Iris to reply, my mind flits from subject to subject as I attempt to think up another question for her after she asks mine. Its as if the options are endless, and I want to know everything about thing girl, its just there are only twenty questions within the game, and I've already used 2 of those, that was 10% already gone, already wasted. I was on a limit and I needed to make sure my choices were wise, so as to get good answers out of her, answers that not only would interest me, but could also benefit me in some way shape or form. I don't know how they would do so, but I knew that remembering the answers she gave me now would no doubt aid me in the future. I was good at foreseeing things that really couldn't be predicted yet. Or some weird voodoo lady had declared when I had been dragged along to one of mums various meetings with the mystic woman.

Its settled then. I'll come by your place sometime with her and we can take her for a walk. She'll like you. She lacks a woman's company since Mum is out most of the time. Y'know, secretly I think she resents me a little bit". I lower my voice slightly, as if Trixie could somehow hear me before letting that slow smile slide onto my features again, I really am enjoying myself, and so far all my other dates just pale in comparison.

I take another bite of my pizza whilst awaiting her response, my foot tapping along the floor lightly to the Italian music that is playing in the background. I'd never brought a girl here before. This place was sort of sacred, I only ever came here with my family, whether it be fore a birthday or a celebration, this was sort of like, our place. I'd never really wanted it to be dirtied by my love life. But for once, with Iris I feel as if I've made the right decision in bringing her here. She's special enough to be here. Despite the brief time I've talked to her, I know that she deserves this. And I'd be damned if I didn't give her what she is entitled to have; a classy date with a good meal and a nice restaurant. Perfect for her.

She strings out her question, and because of something unknown I feel an unsettling feeling root itself in the pit of mg stomach just as her question leaves her mouth and I'm sure my face falls slightly despite how I try and hide it. Shit. I mean...I guess it was stupid, thinking I could forget all about the past when it is still so blatantly shackled around my ankle as I pull it along. Even for just one night. I guess in some ways, my past is still currently my present. I'm not going to be able to get rid of it that easily.

I purse my lips, taking a sip of my drink. "I can't say I've ever really been in a proper relationship." I admit. "I mean, I'm not going to lie to you about how my love life has been, everybody knows about it, hell, I know I've got a reputation. But I guess i just got stuck in a rut doing the same old thing. I think I've found somebody that might break me out of it though." I send a reassuring smile her way, not wanting her to think I'm mad or anything.

The last thing I want is for this date to be ruined, its to important for that.

(view spoiler)[[Its ok I don't mind.c:
I have my first exams next week, so I might be spotty for a couple of weeks, apologies about that. My last ones on the 19th though, after that I should be good to go again and on regularly once more, just as a pre-warning in case I 'disappear'.^^] (hide spoiler)]

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(view spoiler)[Hey, your reply was amazing like always. c:
Listen, I'll be able to reply to this RP next week since I'm heading to Disneyland on a choir/band trip tomorrow. :c So, I hope that's okay, haha. ^^ (hide spoiler)]

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(view spoiler)[[Thankies.^^
That's ok.c: Like I said, with exams and everything I'll be spotty as well, and I've deemed next week as the week of hell since I have about 4 exams crammed onto those days-I'll try get online though.c:
I so want to go to Disneyland.;-;
Have fun though! :D] (hide spoiler)]

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 Ｂｅａｕ Ｐａｒｋｅｒ 

Despite having been one of the more popular guys many looked up to, I have a really hard time actually talking to some of the people who admired me. Words had never come to me smoothly - I am a proud dyslexic, after all - and more than once, I had always thought myself stupid for always being that one person who'd always understand something a beat later than the rest of the students. It honestly made me feel like shit and I knew that was one of the reasons why I had never been the guy who enjoyed school. I wasn't just that douche bag who was just keen on fucking chicks and taking drags in the alleyways. That was just the surface I had planned to radiate off of me, the part that I wanted everyone to see. But inside, I had another part, the place that I always kept to myself only, the side that no one ever bothered to search through the dregs of my persona.

No one except A.

I know I've said this a million times but I really am grateful to have A in my life. No one has ever made such an impact to me as this girl and it's kind of ironic since she's a bit on the short side, small and sweet. She had opened my eyes to the real side of the world, the part where homeless people rattled their cans helplessly for loose change and where animals got hurt easily because of natural causes. Years before, I wouldn't have given a damn about global warming and animal abuse. Now, it's hard for me to not whip out my wallet and hand over a crisp 20 to a crippled woman with only a moldy sandwich to eat for dinner.

I sit there, waiting for her to take in the question I've presented for her. It was risky, I knew, to just whip right off the bat. I knew I should've given her some time to ease slowly into her comfort zone, ask her simple things. It was only my own stupid curiosity that made me rush so impulsively to ask her right then. I could tell that A is uncomfortable to have headed straight down to the real shit. She was effectively stalling, taking a small sip of her hot chocolate and biting into another cinnamon bun.

But a few moments later, her sweet voice breaks through, albeit hoarse and unsteady through wavering stammers. I nod reassuringly when she warns me that her reasons might come off dumb because of the way she stresses things. I know her all too well to know that the littlest things always manage to wrack A's mind into stress. Even way back in our freshman year at the U, I had known A to be a huge perfectionist, always hell-bent on getting everything right and flawless. Most find the quality of hers to be annoying. I myself prefer to think it's endearing.

I take in the next set of words and honest to fucking God, I'm shocked. I watch her in dead silence. We had been dating for at least a year and she still had doubts of my genuine love for her. I swallow hard, seeing that I had, in fact, been right when I had woken up in the morning and thought that A was only going to think wrong of what we had done. I flit my eyes to my lap for a moment before averting them back to her, unable to perceive any of my thoughts. I guess that A can sense I'm shocked because she quickly looks away from me and turns her attention back to her drink.

"A... ," I struggle for words. "I... you know I love you. And you know I fucking slammed those guys right against the wall for what they said about you." I take her clammy hand in my warm one and rub at her wrist, still looking at her. "You're the only special girl I've ever dated thus far," I say firmly. "I don't give a fuck about all the other chicks. They were nothing to me." I pause to make my words ring out clear in my certainty. "And god, A, yesterday was the most special night I had shared with anyone." I squeeze her hand. "It means the world to me that you chose me to be your first." I kiss her head softly, still shocked at her feelings. I never knew just how hard it would be for her to contain all these emotions whilst dating me. God, I was such a prick.

"I love you," I convey firmly to her.
"You're the only girl who has a special place in my heart, alright?"
And I kiss her again on the forehead.

 Ｉｒｉｓ Ｙａｎｇ 

There was no word to describe the emotions that I felt plummeting at the bottom of my stomach after my question rang out in the direction of Reid. It was risky, too risky to have asked that, and I had a bad feeling that our date wasn't going to go smooth as it had so far. I silently cursed myself for not having chosen a more innocent question, like his favorite color. But of course, with going on for a few minutes without stammering or blushing, it was natural for my confidence to boost up a few meters and thus the stupid idea of taking risks just had to be implanted in my sorry brain.

Hesitation was written all over Reid's face and I felt guilty for presenting him with such an awkward question. I was just about to get the guts to speak up and tell him that he didn't have to answer it when right on cue, he opened his mouth to respond. And I understood the life he had to pull through with. Being a guy with a great reputation in bed, it was hard to pin Reid as a guy with great romantic skills and all that. I might even go so far as to say that I had thought that he was sort of a prick, dropping girls left and right for one night of taking their souls into biological needs.

It was the reason why I was still nervous to be on this date with him. I didn't want to be another one of his... conquests to be added on his long roster of girls that he had slept with. I wasn't good with understanding if I was on the wrong end of manipulation. The years that I had spent partaking in activities that only involved in me had evolved me into an awkward soul who was always one step behind when it came to understanding the plots that ran through today's society. I didn't understand the fascination that was held for alcohol, didn't get the idea of hooking up with random people at parties. My mind didn't go so far to help me understand the modern techniques of society and it was thus expected that I'd make a lot of faux pas.

So naturally I had a hard time trying to think of a good way to respond when Reid claimed that I might be a potential to bring him out of the dead end he was stuck at in terms of relationships. I felt my cheeks heat up and I aimed for a hesitant smile. It was hard for me to tell if he was telling the truth or not, and I didn't want to hurt his feelings if he actually was being genuine with his words. It was wholeheartedly confusing for me and more than once, I wished Alexis was at my side to whip up a clever action as to how I should respond.

I set my fork down and dabbed at my mouth with a napkin before looking back at him, smiling gratefully. "T-Thanks for a great dinner. I really enjoyed it." The date was something that I had never expected to take as a turn and it was honestly one of the best experiences I had ever had, considering that my last date was at least five years ago.

I was thankful for it, even more so to share it with a guy I had never thought could be so deep like Reid.

(view spoiler)[Sorry, crappy stuff. x.x (hide spoiler)]

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(view spoiler)[
I want to apologise for having not replied to this yet, exams have been hectic and I decided to take a mini break while they were going on, hence the reason I haven't really been active.:/
BUT on the bright side, I only have one exam left now and that's a few weeks away, and currently I'm on half term holiday, which means my reply should be up pretty soon.^^
I really am sorry for making you wait though.:s
Btw your post was beautiful.c:] (hide spoiler)]

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(view spoiler)[ No problem at all, sweetheart. I totally understand. :) And that's great! I'm sure you'll do just perfectly on every one of them. ^^ And once again, no problem, darling. :* I love you. <333 (hide spoiler)]