A Riot's Overdue

Caisson Andrews Sixteen Sophomore at St. Jude's Brother of Oliver Andrews

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effybaizen :

A hand flew to the back of his head instantly, thin fingers threading so easily into his hair, and also keeping Caisson planted against her lips with no excuse to back off just yet.

Time became foggy and it was easy to become unaware of with a sheet of darkness settled around them. The only thing Effy was able to fixate on was the taste of his tongue and the sounds of their hurried breaths melding into one. A gasp broke the surface moments later, swollen lips lingering to his as she spoke words she was sure he’d never thought he’d ever hear. Exactly how she preferred it.

“There’s only one daddy who will know about this.”

And came another deep kiss.

Before Caisson could even respond to that, Effy’s lips were back on his, however, that didn’t stop the absolutely sinful moan from escaping him. Caisson didn’t exactly want for many things- his parents provided him with everything before he even had a chance to ask for it and the girls he seduced were always fun for a night or two, but there was always something lacking. He bored easily. Everyone was too predictable and there simply was no thrill in chasing any of them.

But Elizabeth Baizen...

His back was pressed up against the wall, but he flipped them around with ease, practically slamming her back upon the wall in his haste. His lips parted from hers, only for him to work his way down her jaw and to her neck. It was frantic- desperate. He was back on her lips before they had really even had the chance to breathe. Caisson didn’t want for anything, but god, he wanted her. He needed her.

Caisson had pretty much known Elizabeth his whole life and all this time he had had her pegged as an angel- a little princess that could do no wrong. She had always been cute- Caisson would never deny that- but she was tame. The most exciting thing about her had been the fact that she was his best friend’s sister.

He hadn’t paid enough attention and he would never make that mistake again.

“Who the hell are you?” His voice was hushed- breathless- as he pulled away to speak for the briefest of moments before his lips collided with hers again.

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effybaizen :

“It appears your escape won’t be the easy.” She said as though she wasn’t going to already make it difficult for him to stroll away from her. The door locking had just helped her along and on the inside, she wasn’t batting an eyelash about it at all. But she had a part to play, didn’t she? Besides, this was fun. “You locked it on purpose, didn’t you? All so that you can get your headline.”

And though she knew he couldn’t see much of her, Effy pursed her lips and crossed her arms. “So…” She strutted forward, pushing a finger to his chest. “You have your chance, Caisson. Get it.”

“You think I’d really need to escape from you?” He moved back towards her, not fully seeing her, but finding enough light to make out the faintest silhouette. “Caught me.” Caisson joked as he raised his hands up into the air, “You going to go tell daddy on me?”

Feeling her finger on his chest, Caisson’s smirk returned and he allowed her to back him up against the nearest surface. Was this really happening? Was Elizabeth Baizen really speaking to him like this? He was usually very good at reading people, but the lack of light was making it incredibly difficult for him. No matter what though, Caisson couldn’t deny that he was suddenly finding himself very attracted to his best friend’s sister. He exhaled a small laugh- the words ‘fuck it’ crossing his mind- as he grabbed her by the back of the neck and her waist, pulling her roughly to his lips.

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TEXT: ALL

Jesse: Enough is enough. We have to do something about Gossip Girl and we have to do it now. It's time she was taken down, for good.

Jesse: Will you join in my crusade?

Jesse: ....Yes I did watch Les Mis to get pumped up for this but still. I'm taking Gossip Girl down.

Caisson: Sure thing, bro

Caisson: Should I bring fireworks?

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At the #springfling event, Caisson has chosen the codeword "Gingersnaps". What he doesn't know just yet is that his match is also known as: Lucille Fairchild!!

If she doesn’t have red hair, what. is. the. point?

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effybaizen :

Thank you, Mr. Kensington, my mother had the same select few words to say. If you’ll excuse me, I’m bored.

[ Note that he is definitely standing across the room and he is SHOOK ]

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gigi-sparks :

If Gossip Girl doesn’t immediately blast about me in the next ten minutes, I’m calling bullshit. She’ll officially be cancelled. Over, done. Let’s all move onto the next thing, thanks.

Well, daaaaaamn. Look what the cat dragged in.

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uptomia :

“Ugh, not again.”

“I cannot believe that there was once a time in my life where high school boys were the epitome of hot and mysterious. If I get one more call to St. Jude’s about a guy who swallowed solid gold marbles – solid. gold. – because ‘his bro Chad dared him to’ I’m going to scream.”

“Hey, I was there for that! At least one time. What a legend. I don’t even know who the hell that was, but if they died, they did it in style.”

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No one fucking talk to me.

Wait, what do you want? Does it involve me? Does it centre around me? If it’s nothing to do with me and my life, please go back to not fucking talking to me.

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princexx-layla :

                  As our patron saint Kesha says, ‘the party don’t start till I walk in’

                Yeah? I was wondering why everyone was standing about doing nothing.

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effybaizen :

That head of yours is blocking the good lighting.

You ever think that maybe the lighting isn’t the problem?

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the-agnes-andrews :

“Bored.”

“You could always go for round two on that bet if you fancy your chances with Prince Charming tonight.”

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slovetts :

                  ‘ my mother nearly about tried to get me into a burka but i told her hell naw, lady, and here i am, strutting the inkbabies around a very beautiful ball but equally filled with disapproving elders. if one feels gawked at here, one’s probably right. ‘ 

                 “I’m sorry. I’m going to need you to back up for a second. Did you just say inkbabies? Is that- Is that really what you call your tattoos? I mean, they’re cool. Obviously. Glad you didn’t get forced to cover them, but... inkbabies?”

[keenbeardcowboy]

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#MissingMonth; Did Caisson go into a rage coma or what?

As far as most people are aware, this month has been pretty quiet for Caisson. That is, if you don’t count what happened at Tripp’s house party.

Everyone was still a little on edge about the Isobel / Oliver situation, Caisson more than most. But whatever, Isobel might have been there with her friends and everyone kept checking up on her, but it was fine. Until Oliver arrived. Tripp clearly chose his side and when his brother showed up at the door he was turned away. That was the final push Caisson needed and suddenly he was in a full blown fist fight with Tripp until Oliver managed to pull his little brother away. Caisson isn’t exactly known for losing his cool, so everyone was pretty shaken up about it.

When the truth came out, instead of running around screaming “I told you so!”, Caisson and Oliver packed up and went to Vegas to get away from all the drama. They had a great time, obviously, but things took a turn when their cousin, Agnes, showed up.

Ever since they were kids, Caisson and Agnes have been throwing a never-ending run of bets and dares at each other and in Vegas they even got Oliver to join in! But one one particularly wild evening, Agnes bet Caisson that he would never go through with a Vegas wedding and, of course, he did. Now he’s suffering through the consequences as he’s trying to get it annulled.

No one in New York, besides his family, know about the wedding, but little do any of them remember... the ceremony came with a DVD recording.

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She can’t be fucking serious...

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effybaizen :

“I’ve witnessed that for years, Caisson, but you’ve never been in trouble with me.” What would she do? Right now, Effy wasn’t sure, but none of her threats were empty and apparently, his taunting words weren’t either. Instead of pushing Caisson away as it could have come across as a sign of weakness, Elizabeth Baizen stood taller, prouder and more daring, also facing him fully. 

She scoffed, “I haven’t been on Gossip Girl for a whole lot worse. Do you really think I can’t avoid being put on blast for a trivial bottle of 1957 Chateau Lafite?” Elizabeth didn’t give him much more to work with. Sure he’d put all the pieces together sooner or later if he were as smart as she thought. But when that did happen, it’d be his word against hers. Licking her lips, Effy flicked some dark locks behind her shoulder as her eyes bored into his. “You must pay quite a bit of attention to your best friend’s sister if you know it’d be my first headline.” And damn did Effy bask in that sort of attention. “How are you going to charm your way out of that one?”

Caisson’s head tilted ever so slightly to the left, a bemused expression on his lips, before reaching a hand forward and gently tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear. “Are you offering to cause some trouble with me, Elizabeth?” His smirk had barely left his lips since he had arrived, but it somehow managed to become more prominent in that moment. She wasn’t pushing him away. Interesting. A buzz of excitement shot through Caisson as she squared up to him and he finally dropped his hand from her hair, but not before softly tracing the edge of her jaw with his index finger.

With every word that she uttered Caisson’s mind was building up a million different responses, almost struggling to process the things she was saying. He had known this girl pretty much all his life, but did he really know her? One thing for sure was that he needed to now. There was nothing Caisson loved more than snooping around in the lives of others and suddenly, Elizabeth Baizen was the most interesting girl- no, person- living in the Upper East Side. But just as he opened his mouth to reply to her taunting words, the lights around them flickered out leaving them in complete darkness. A laugh escaped his lips as he finally stepped away from her. He couldn’t see the distance between them widen, but the loss of her body temperature was unsettlingly noticeable. “I guess I don’t need to do any charming anymore, Princess.” Another laugh escaped as he backed up to the exit, “To be continued?” The sound of him turning the door handle echoed throughout the room, but it was clear that it hadn’t opened. Caisson tried the door again, but still it didn’t budge. “Huh... Funny story. This door automatically locks on this side.”

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effybaizen :

Elizabeth had learned to keep her cool composure well. If she hadn’t, lord (or Gossip Girl) knows she would have been exposed long, long ago. After a mishap with her mother, Effy had learned to cover her tracks with white lies well. Ms. Baizen had caught her angelic-like daughter slipping in after curfew one school night, but because of the pristine reputation she held and the innocent smile she wore, she had gotten off easy. But would she be able to pull the wool over Caisson Andrews’ eyes so simply? Like hell. Keeping her composure around him was difficult enough, let alone having to come up with a plan to out smart him in under three point five seconds. Screw him and his intoxicating challenge.

It took her a few seconds to reply, for the breath was hitched in her throat as he’d let her go just as quickly as he had pulled her to his body. “Don’t taunt a coiled snake. They may strike when you least expect.” Elizabeth licked her painted lips, forcing the wine bottle into her own hands once and for all, seemingly grasping for some ounce of control. “Allow me to be the first to inform you if nobody has. That mouth of yours is going to get you into trouble one day.”

Caisson raised an eyebrow at her, an amused expression on his face. He hadn’t expected that to be her first response. So she was a snake, huh? Interesting. “You gonna strike me, Baizen?” Both of his eyebrows raised suggestively as he turned his body towards her fully. “Didn’t take you for being an aggressive one.” In all honesty, Caisson had never really paid much attention to the female Baizen. Sure, she was his best friend’s sister and he would be lying if he said he hadn’t thought about throwing her up against a wall or two, but she had always seemed boring. Perfect little Elizabeth Baizen, doing everything mommy and daddy told her and never stepping a toe out of line. Where was the fun in that?

But seeing her here, sneaking off to a wine cellar? That was interesting. That was something even he wasn’t expecting and that didn’t happen often. And now here she was, subtly threatening him and that alone was enough to excite him. “Oh, this mouth gets me into trouble every day. But your concern is touching.” A hand fell over his heart as he spoke before it dropped to fold round his other arm. “So are you planning on drinking all of that down here or were you going to take that back to the party with you? Because let me tell you, that would be some Gossip Girl headline. Your first, if I’m correct?”