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♥Jessica,
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Sep 06, 2014 07:58PM
Hello! Any ideas?
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Hmm..do you want to do a romance? If so, could I be the girl? If you want to be a girl that's fine though!!! It could be any sexuality, I just suck at being dudes lol
Thank you! :)So, do you prefer realistic (High school, maybe) or fantasy?
That's good. I suck at fantasy, too.I made a form, if that's okay! :-)
Name:
Appearance:
History:
Age:
Personality:
I figured it should be pretty short since it's not public lol.
Here's mine!Name: Poinsette Melle
Appearance:
History: Poinsette's mother died in a car crash when she was only 7, and her father locks himself in his room all day to work on his philosophy novels. Usually, she's alone.
Age: 17?
Personality: She keeps to herself usually, but once she gets to know you she's more comfortable. She's kind and has a dry sense of humor, but most people get used to it.
I like him! Do you want me to start, maybe on the first day? :)
((Alright, here goes!)Poinsette pushed through the doors of school. Her dress swished against her knees and people she hardly knew were waving at her. All she wanted to do was get to class, and try to get through it.
She weaved her way through the halls, hardly paying attention to where she was going.
Poinsette walked into Mr. Walsh's English class, inspiring a few waves from the smart kids in the back and a high five from the teacher. These were the people she was popular with, and she didn't have a problem with that."Good morning, Point!" Mr. Walsh said enthusiastically, giving her a thumbs up. "Haven't seen you all Summer! How are you?"
"I..looks like there's no seats left at your usual table."Mr. Walsh said.
Poinsette looked back, and one of her friends was already dragging a chair over for her to sit.
"No, don't worry, it's alright." She smiled slightly. "I'll sit back here."
Her friend nodded sadly, and she began making her way back through the classroom. There was a boy she'd seen in the hallways before, but she never paid him much attention. Now she'd have to. Her desk was right next to his.
Poinsette placed her books on the table and looked over at him, her lips tilting upward in the corners. "Hey, I'm Poinsette. Guess I'll be sitting beside you for the time being."
She took it hesitantly, deciding they'd only talk for today probably, so it wouldn't matter."Nice to meet you, too."
She felt so short sitting next to him, being only 4'11, and she wasn't very sure how she felt about that.
"Hmm, he's alright. Pretty nice to me, because I get good grades in his class. What about you?" She folded her hands in her lap, looking up at him.
She stared at him for a moment, nodding. "I don't think you're an idiot. Actually, you sound pretty smart to me." She shrugged.Her friends in the front were turned around in their seats, eyebrows raised. She raised her eyebrows back, face blank.
Poinsette wasn't sure what to do. She didn't know him, and she didn't think he was here to start conversation with her. She looked up, forming a smile to be polite.
She laughed quietly just then, never having been called a 'chick' before. She thought the word was pretty ridiculous."Yeah. Nice to meet you..?" She trailed off, having no idea what his name was.
Occasionally, she jotted notes down on her paper (Like hell she'd fail the final) or glanced over at Logan, but other than that the class was uneventful. She felt comfortable around him, so, maybe she'd get there late again tomorrow so she could sit with him again.The bell rang and she started gathering her things, picking up her books, and turning towards him. "What class do you have next?"
"I took chem last year." She shrugged, looking up at him. "And after that..I think I've got geometry or something. I'll have to look at my schedule." Her friends were walking over, but she didn't really want to talk to them. She was confused. But she didn't know why.
"She is." Poinsette's friend, Aine, who was a little more than 6 feet tall sauntered up, attempting to give her a noogie, but she stepped away just in time.
"Huh? Who said? I've never been to a party before."
"You need to get out more, and stop reading like 10 books a day."
"You're exaggerating."
"And you're going to that party, and you're going to look good."
Aine chuckled, her short, orange hair bouncing. "Seriously. She's never been to parties. She's been to like, book things. But that's it."
Poinsette sighed.
"She's kind of a loser, and I'm using it as an affectionate term."
"Gee, thanks."
"No problem, babe."
Poinsette didn't feel like she was the short one, she just felt like the ones beside her were giants."At least I'm not 9 feet tall."
"I may be nine feet tall, but I go out and do things."
"I do things."
"Sure?"
"Sure."
She looked up at Logan and chuckled. "You're also nine feet tall."
She kicked the floor, staring at the ground and turning towards the door. "Yeah, yeah. 6'2. So tall."The stupid wink that loser had just given her was basically destroying her. And like Aine, she was using it as an affectionate term.
((Night, sleep well!))Aine and Poinsette walked the opposite way down the hallway, and her heart was pounding in her chest; but why? Because he winked at her?
What?
"Dude, chill, you look like you're about to pass out."
"Shut up."
(Do you want to time skip to the party? When you come back lol. (-: )
Aine rummaged through Poinsette's closet, a scowl plastered on her face."Dude. You've got like a million dresses, but they're all cute. Jeez."
"Yeah, they're cute that's why I bought them." She chuckled, crossing her arms.
"But a boy you like is going to be there. You need to look hot."
"I don't like him."
Aine didn't respond, she just pulled out an ancient old red dress. It still looked good, but it was one Poinsette had worn last year when she had been a bridesmaid at her Aunt's wedding. Her dad didn't care enough to show up.
"It's sleeveless. And short."
"Exactly."
She threw it at Poinsette, and, after changing, she sighed. "This isn't me."
"But you look hot as f-"
"Nope. Alright. Let's go."
Aine drove, and soon enough they arrived.
(Same here, I'll be busy a lot, too!)Poinsette and Aine were already halfway through the yard.
"It smells like smoke."
"Yeah?"
"And it's really loud."
"Wow, really? It's almost as if we were at a party."
"I'll punch you."
"You mean, if you could reach?"
Poinsette didn't respond, as they were already in the doorway. People she didn't know were whistling at the sight of both of them. She wasn't flattered, she just didn't know how to react. She smiled, slightly.
"Oh, Poinsette, your friend. Drake?" "No. Logan."
She scanned the living room until she found him, a light smile spreading across her face. She didn't want to make him come all the way to the most crowded part, so she grabbed Aine's hand and led her over.
"I got her to come." She said, satisfied.
"Oh my gosh, you never rest do you? Hi, Logan."
"I..uh, thank you!" She looked down at the floor, bashful.Aine shook her head at the guy staring at her, but she walked over to greet him nevertheless.
"I'm not really sure what to do. Stand here?" She chuckled, nervously. "I feel so ridiculous."
She nodded, trying to ignore the pink spreading across her face.It wasn't there. Yeah, her face looked the same as always.
She clasped his hand, dodging everyone who ran close to her so she wouldn't knock them over.
"This will probably be embarrassing to you, I've never done this before."
(hello!)She was afraid she'd start stuttering like an idiot, so she just nodded, putting her hands on his shoulders.
"Is this?"
"Don't worry, I'm prepared." She chuckled, attempting to drown out the people around her. She could hardly hear him."If I step on your feet or something, or slam my head against your chin, I'm sorry. I'm not 9 feet tall."
She looked up at him, and he was already looking down at her. What was she supposed to do? Keep looking? Or look back down at his chest?Her face heated up in uncertainty.
Poinsette smiled. "Oh, sure!"She figured Logan would know where to get the drinks, but she had no idea.
"The kitchen?" She asked, her heart still pounding. It just wouldn't stop.
The hand he'd been holding was still tingling, but she tried her hardest to ignore it. Ignore everything she was feeling. But it was too hard.She nodded and smiled up at him, taking a sip and leaning against the counter. There were other people in the kitchen, but they were either making out our laughing drunkenly.
Poinsette's face was still a light shade of pink as she set her glass on the counter, looking back over at him.
"I expected this, but I think they should...get a..room." She motioned to a couple across the room.
Her face wasn't just pink now, it was a dark shade of red. She could feel his warm breath hitting her skin, and she didn't know how to react. Her heart was pounding.This was so new.
"So, they..in someone else's.."
It was a subconscious thing, really. Poinsette instinctively leaned into him, his warmth spreading across her whole body, before she came completely aware to her situation. She was with a boy. He was really, really tall, and he'd just complimented her. Her heart was hammering even harder now, and she knew he could feel it against him. He was right there. Their bodies were touching.
"I..I.." She released a breath she didn't realize she'd been holding. "T-thank you."
She felt like she was flying, as cheesy as it sounded, and she wanted to stay up there forever. Her skin was tingling and she could hardly comprehend his words.Her lips were burning. It felt great.
"That was.." She looked up into his eyes. "that was really.."
She felt like an idiot. But she didn't feel like she could talk.
She smiled, closing her eyes. It took only a few seconds for his words to wash over her, and her heart was still pounding, and everything just felt unreal."Wow, I..thank you.." Her breaths were short. It had only been one kiss. "I really like you, too. Logan."
She felt almost as if a huge weight had been lifted from her shoulders, like it was something she'd wanted to say for a long time.
Poinsette knew about Megan's reputation, and she heard the nasty edge to her voice. What? Was she mad."Oh, hi!" She said, her voice overly friendly. Why would she be rude back? What was the point?
She squeezed Logan's shoulder, nervous.
"Yeah," She agreed, looking back into the kitchen. The words replayed over and over in her head. You can do better than her.But she knocked the thought out of her head, remembering that Megan wasn't exactly the nicest or most trustworthy person in the universe, and looked back up at Logan.
"Where are we going to go?"
Poinsette frowned, looking up at him. "Why are you saying that?" She pulled her hair over her left shoulder. "I think you're pretty great, actually. And I really like you."She meant everything she was saying, and the fact that he thought so lowly of himself made her stomach hurt.
"No one could..do better than you."
She smiled, looking up at him."I don't really want to go home, if that's alright. I mean, I don't want to be a burden or anything." Her voice trailed off, and suddenly she regretted her response.
She contemplated taking his hand or not. "We can go get ice cream, if you want. I've got money." She tugged on the satchel she had over her shoulder.
Being around him made her feel so comfortable, like she was somewhere she belonged.
She climbed in, about to protest but realizing it'd be no use. She waited for him to get in the car before speaking again."I...thanks. For earlier."
She leaned back in her seat, staring out at him under half-closed eyes. She felt lucky, somehow, sitting beside him like this."Pranks? Like what?" She chuckled, legitimately curious.
She smiled, rubbing her thumb along the side of his hand slowly. "I don't think you're a delinquent, it sounds fun, as long as I'm not the one getting waking up with something ridiculous drawn on my face."
Just being with him made her feel at home, like she was drinking some kind of hot drink by the fire while it was snowing, if it made any sense. She didn't want to leave.
She laughed for a moment. "Alright, sounds like a deal."Her lips were still warm from earlier, and the skin around them tingled slightly.
"I, well..I'm not really sure, actually. It's that usual answer that everyone gives, but I just listen to whatever's on." She shrugged. "What about you?"
((Ugh! I have to go, because school tomorrow and it's late, but I'll be back on tomorrow!))
(Back!)"I've heard a few of them before, actually. They're not bad." She smiled slightly, watching as the lights passed outside and relishing the warmth of his hand.
But then she replayed his words over in her head; my parents.
"What is your family like?"
(Welcome back! :D)She nodded slowly, processing the information she'd just heard.
"Well, my mom died when I was 7, and," She held her fingers up like she was repeating a list. "My dad writes philosophy books. Actually, he's at a promotion tonight and he'll be coming back tomorrow afternoon."
She shrugged. "Yeah, but I'm used to it. And when he is home, he just shuts himself up in his room, reading all this French philosophy and looking at scrapbooks mom put together."Poinsette didn't feel like talking about her situation, so she tried changing the subject. "What about your dad?"
(it's alright lol)"Oh, thank you, sir." She joked, walking in, smiling.
The place was empty except for the grumpy looking college girl who was scrubbing the counters. Her dreadlocks fell over her face.
"Yeah, welcome." She said, frowning at the sight of customers, or, as she thought, more work.
Poinsette looked over at Logan, chuckling.
Standing on her toes slightly to see into the fridge of flavors, she decided quickly. "I'll just have two scoops of the lemon sherbet, please."She pulled her dress down, because she'd grown an inch since last year, and it was a bit short.
Slowly, she reached a hand into her satchel and pulled out 10 dollars, handing it to Macy.
