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Nixon and Tyler
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Feb 04, 2015 11:03AM
((Hehe alright. Skip to lunch?)(
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((Yeah, you want to start?))
((Yerp!))Tylia slid into the lunchroom with Locke close behind. Her head was down, and she was wearing the same dress as before. Her hair was in a tight bun, lacking detail
Dougie was already sitting down, a few of the Royals- well the branches of the Royal's - female's were sitting at the small table, but his focus was on Tylia, glancing to her every so often.
Tylia had it set in her mind to ignore Dougie as much as possible, but she could still see a reflection of him in a mirror across the table. She chatted aimlessly with Locke, eating little.
Dougie spoke with them making an effort to try and get Tylia to notice him, to see how she would react to him being with all these women. None of them seemed that pretty to him, his attention was on someone else.
Tylia's face falls further and further as the night continues. Locke tries to cheer her up but it doesn't work, the poor girl eventually pushing away her barely touched plate. "I'm not hungry." She protested slightly loudly to Locke, shaking her head
One of the girls were talking to him but he was focused on Tylia who had pushed her plate away. He listened and heard something about not being hungry.
"I'm not hungry, Locke. I'll eat later, it doesn't matter." Tylia kept arguing with her brother, staring at the floor.
Dougie stood, the girls silencing as he moved to where she was. "How are you not hungry?" he interrupted as he crouched between her and Locke.
Tylia jumped, forcing herself to stay calm. "I-I snacked quite a bit e-earlier..." She murmured. It wasn't the whole truth, but Tylia had spent a great deal of time picking at food in the kitchens earlier.
Dougie frowned, "If you say so." he mumbled and looked back to the girls at the end of the table, "You are free to join them."
"No thank you, your majesty." Tylia declined swiftly, looking away. She swallowed hard, nervous.
Dougie felt like screaming, but kept calm, "The offer is open." and he makes his way back to them when really he would be happy sitting at the other end of the room.
((Ooo! Idea. Maybe one of the girls kept throwing herself at Dougie and he gave in and was kissing her when Tylia saw and that's one torturous thing.))Tylia sat still, chatting with Locke aimlessly. She kept glancing at Dougie in the mirror, sighing dejectedly. He didn't recognize her, he didn't remember anything about her. She couldn't go through an afternoon with him.
((Yeah sounds good :D Do you want to play the girl? I'm rubbish at females if you haven't guessed aha.))Dougie would glance occasionally at Tylia, completely missing what the three girls around him were saying.
((Sure. Want to skip to that?))Tylia yawned softly, tiring of the lunch. She whispered something to Locke and stood to leave.
((yeah can do.))Dougie was in the hallway after two of the girls had left. One stood in front of him looking like she wanted something more.
"Douglas... You seemed awfully distracted back there." She leaned against him, smiling prettily.
Dougie groaned at the name. "Hmm and what if I was?"
"Then perhaps I can distract you more..." She murmured warmly, smirking.
Looking towards her he could see the smirk and knew exactly what it meant, but before he could say or do anything he felt her lips on his.
Tylia had seen from down the hall and was now frozen, her eyes wide. The girl kept herself pressed against Dougie, her eyes closed.
He wanted to pull back, but he felt chasing Tylia was a lost cause. Tylia. His hand reached for her hips to push her back.
The girl kept pressing against Dougie. Tylia saw his hands on her hips, and thought that he was pulling her closer than pushing her away. She choked down a sob, turning and running back to the room Locke had set up for her.
"Get off." he growled and pushed her against the wall. His eyes were dark and wild, "I said get off." Dougie wasn't happy at all. Guilt filled his chest, but he didn't know why. It was there, increasing in size, almost ready to swallow him.
The girl stumbled back, looking wounded. She whimpered in a confused tone, tilting her head. "Douglas?" She asked sweetly.
"Don't." he leaned over her, scowling, "You don't get to kiss me. The only person that can is-" Dougie stopped. Someone, but who? It felt like deja vu.
"Who?" The girl purred seductively, her hand on his chest. She was the type of girl who only wanted Dougie for the status, the money.
"Not you." he snapped and turned on his heel down the hall. "I want you out of here."
The girl made a pained and annoyed noise, stomping her foot slightly. Meanwhile, Tylia was in her room. She hadn't attended dinner, and now was certainly not leaving her room any time soon, especially after what she had seen.
Dougie walked into his room and sat on the edge of the bed. He felt loneliness cast over him, like someone should be here with him. But who?
Tylia moved to her door and peered out of it. She could see Dougie's room just down the hall, making her wince and quickly shut the door. She retreated to her bed and began to cry.
He lay back and stared at the ceiling. There was something missing. Something important and it was killing him from the inside out.
Tylia tried to stifle her sobs but they were still there, pitiful. She shook as she tried to contain that horrible feeling in her stomach, the loss and abandonment she felt when she looked at Dougie. He hadn't abandoned her, though... It wasn't his fault.
Dougie didn't realise he was crying until he tasted salt in his mouth. Sitting up he wiped his face before heading to the bathroom to wash his it.
Tylia decides to try and find Locke, her breaths coming out in short bursts. She tries to hurry down the hallway, passing Dougie's door, but trips and falls, making a sobbing noise.
Hearing a small thud outside his room. Dougie makes his way over, his eyes still red. Opening the door he see's Tylia. A warm fuzzy feeling hits him as he see's her upset face. "Are you okay?"
Tylia tried to hide her face, tried to ignore the sound of his voice. "I'm f-f-fine..." She sputtered, curling into a ball.
((How about he kisses her then freaks out, a bit like he did with the other girl. Then the wheels start turning as he thinks about Tylia...?))Dougie crouched, and stroked her cheek. "You don't look like it?"
((Okie!))Tylia flinched, jumping up. She couldn't put herself through this. "I'm fine." She repeated shakily, her eyes cast down.
Dougie lifted her cheek again so she was facing him, "You sure." he was close to her, so close and somehow it felt right.
"I need- I need- I need to go!" She sputtered, trying to back away. There was pain in her eyes, heartbreak, along with love.
As she tried to pull away, Dougie's body reacted in a way he didn't think it would. His hand held her, bringing her in close as he pressed his mouth to her's.
Tylia relaxed immediately, closing her eyes and kissing back. She shook, tears falling down her cheeks.
He pushed himself over her, leaning over her as he kissed her lips. Then it hit him. Is this the someone that's missing? Dougie pulled back looking at her curiously.
Tylia took shaky breaths, tears falling down her face. She stepped back, trembling. "I... Need.. I need... I have... I have to... To go..." she whispered, sounding broken.
Dougie watched her. I did that, somehow I did that. "I'm sorry." he said automatically, thinking he hurt her.
Tylia immediately ran away, sniffling. She thought he had only kissed her because he thought she would be a prize, not because he thought be should.
He followed her with his eyes as she left before lying flat on his back. He was still in the middle of the corridor. Not wanting to move.
