Feeling Lucky

Aaron Hope || 18 || Human || Duplicator

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Am I...all alone?

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You’re lucky I love you so much.

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You love me? 

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ooc// NO ONE EVER GETS ON ANYMORE.

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Sorry babycakes :( my computer Nazi parents make things difficult. In one week, I shall be more active! xx

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ooc: can I, Sam, marry Fletcher? Not as Aaron, but Sam. God why don't I have a boy like him in my life :(

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OOC:

Sorry I haven’t been on in so long! I have a terrible obsession with ATLA and LOK. I’m finally out of school, though! :D

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OH MY GOD I LOVE THOSE

the LOK finale killed me, I was literally just writhing on my bed from loving it for fifteen minutes.

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omg guys it hits ya right in the feels. 

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Fletcher groaned, exasperated, and plopped down next to the blonde. “I told you,” he grumbled. “Passingly decent.” His roommate had literally just jogged up and, with one move, taken his ball! He knew he’d been in a tight spot, but honestly - that was just embarrassing. “You’ve got to teach me some better football, or you’ll die without a decent footie partner.” He didn’t notice that he’d used Aaron’s slang as he pondered whether there were any girls who could be at the other bloke’s level. No, he decided, the girls he’d met thus far were not really football players.

“It’s too bad there aren’t more people,” he mused aloud. “We can’t form teams.” Never mind the impending doom of the world, the lack of football teams was heartbreaking.

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"I'd rather die than not be able to play footie with a decent bloke!" the blonde cried in mock hysteria, running around like it was the end of the world. Technically, the world's impending doom was right around the corner - with the entire zombie apocalypse and all, but Aaron tried to forget about it. "But I suppose I can show you, given the fact that I have nothing but time on my hands," the Irish lad grinned, turning his head to look over at Fletcher. 

He bit his lip at the mention of a lack of members to play, for there truly wasn't anyone else but them two who truly and wholeheartedly enjoyed the game. Then again, the blonde could easily make two clones of himself to create more players, but his power seemed to stop there. There was a certain barrier that he needed to pass in order to continue making clones, and he hadn't reached that mastery at this certain moment in time. "You'd be absolutely brilliant on the pitch if you turned invisible, and people would have to rely on watching the ball than watching you..." Aaron said in awe as the thought dawned on him. "You'd be practically invincible, Fletcher!"

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I don’t like pie, you know.

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Too bad. It's one of your many nicknames now, Ems. 

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You’re also starting to scare me, but okay. This is the only dancing you will ever see from me.

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I charm you with my weird ways!

And at least I got you to dance, Miss American Pie. 

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You keep dancing like that. It’s quite amusing actually. Here, I shall even cheer you on:

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dancin in the dark. You should join me. 

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That’s right. Give into it. Let it over come you. Let it become you. Peeeer pressure.

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No I don't! As a matter a fact, I'm going to rebel against your oppressive ways! I shall start dirty dancing to provocative music! Because I am a rebel! 

Ha! Take that. How does it feel now! I SHALL NOT SUCCUMB TO PEER PRESSURE.

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JUST ADMIT THAT YOU LOVE ME MORE THAN ANYONE, AARON HOPE AND NO ONE GETS HURT.

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PEER PRESSURE. 

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Come here, you. A little bit of Hope lovin for everyone. 

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But I get the most, right?

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You’re trying to make me fall into peer pressure. For my little soul cannot handle it.

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Come here, you. A little bit of Hope lovin for everyone. 

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Guess I should try and be "social".

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Yeah, that would be me. 

Sure, you can call me that if you like. Won’t necessarily respond to it. 

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Well, now that you've given me the permission to call you The Igster (mind the capital 'T' in 'The'), I shall call you The Igster from now on. Nothing else. Just: The Igster. 

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Fletcher trapped the ball, grinning as he dribbled up the pitch towards the blonde. He knew he had no chance in hell of getting past the bloke - Aaron lived, breathed, and sweat football, and his family had obviously supported and nourished that. It was almost an obsession, really, but Fletcher was glad it was one he could relate to. 

As he got closer, the brunette looked around for places to go. Unwittingly, he had managed to create an area where the only way was back down the field, or through Aaron. Fletcher closed his eyes in anticipation. They snapped back open as he charged down the field, whooping and kicking the ball in front of him as he tried to avoid Aaron.

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"You're never getting past the Hopenator!" the blonde yelled as sort of a war cry, arching an eyebrow as the Brit dribbled the ball closer. He honestly had no idea what the other bloke was trying to achieve, for what he could tell, Fletcher's maneuver did nothing but jeopardize his chances of scoring. Well, that was from his perspective, but maybe the brunette was seeing something he wasn't - something that greatly intrigued the boy. The Irish lad narrowed his eyes as his friend approached, gaining speed with every step, his eyes never leaving the football. 

"I take no prisoners!" he yelled as Fletcher charged, determination set on both of the teenagers' brows. The blonde side stepped as the taller boy approached, tapping the ball with the laces of his shoe as he skirted around the brunette. "I win," he cheered as he stole the ball, though his steal didn't do much good, for he passed the ball back to his room mate.

He fell to the ground with a loud umph as he lay down on the pitch, staring at the night sky as the stars twinkled against their dark background. "Get over here, you big giant," he called out as he made a reference to the older boy's greater height. He pat the ground next to him as he drummed his fingers on his stomach, an familiar feeling passing over him. Happiness. The sort of happiness that you felt when you were in the presence of someone you deeply and truly cared about, and that particular person went by the name of Fletcher Whitetip. 

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You make me sadder, Aaron Hope.

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Why do I make you sad, Ems?

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I’m not gonna take this peer pressure.

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♫ YOU SAY YOU'RE LONELY, YOU CRIED THE WHOLE NIGHT THROUGH, WELL YOU CAN CRY ME A RIVER, CAUSE I CRIED A RIVER OVER YOU ♫

You make me sad, Emma Chandler. 

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YOU’LL NEVER TAKE ME ALIVE.

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♫ We're not gonna take, it - no, we ain't gonna take it ♫