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Fifteen: My muse removes an article of your muses clothing.
"Here uh, let me just — I mean I can do that thing where I — uh." Foster reached, quitting his embarrassing rambling as he gripped the fabric of Kathen’s shirt was hesitation. He lifted his shirt off of him, a nervous laugh escaping him. "You look good. I mean, yeah, you look nice." He wasn’t exactly an expert in flirting.
[ by every word that was exchanged she could feel him moving further and further away. she so badly wanted to draw him back to her, but it was too late. once again, her pride got the better of her and she let herself be wounded. his words stung, but she deserved it. ]
”Oh…” she swallowed trying to say something to retaliate. “Does that mean you don’t want us anymore?” she surrendered. All she wanted was the truth now.
[ the satisfaction of hearing her surrender wasn't as sweet as he thought it would be, in fact, it was bitter. like a sour sweet, he wanted it but couldn't handle the aftermath. he was upset with himself for making her feel that way, as if he didn't want her anymore, as if he didn't care. ]
”No I--I never said that. Dammit, Mila. I just --" he sighed, sitting back down again. He placed his head in the palm of his hands. "We need to start trying, changing. I can't do this anymore. Not us, but this. All of this fighting shit, do you really think I enjoy it?"
like this if you'd to like plot with me. i am in the mega writing mood.
[ leaning his head against the wall next to the door that lead into his apartment. kathen didn't think he was ready for this. what was he suppose to say? that he trips and the other guy fell and somehow it lead to the completely terrible PDA that pierce happened to walk by and see. he didn't know when it actually started, the cheating. it wasn't as if he wasn't happy, he just felt as if he needed something different. after gaining the courage to walk inside his home, it was safe to say he didn't know how to approach this without a fight starting. he took a seat on the coach, eyes locked on his boyfriend as he did so ]
"Pierce..."
[ he trailed off, he didn't know what to exactly say at this point. sorry didn't seem like it could cut it for this type of situation. he hoped he would hear him out, and maybe this would't turn into what he knew it eventually was. ]
[ starring into the distance, biting his blunt nails as his mind went on, thinking on what exactly went wrong. the two could be so close one minute and enemies the next. was is psychotic that he thought it was funny? how mad one got at the other over the most ridiculous stuff. his sarcasm didn’t help him either ]
”Something” his voice was dull, monotone and vivid with a smirk. ”What are you wanting me to say? I’m sorry?” [ he laughed, ] “You’ve lost your mind.”
[ balling his fists at his sides, he shook his head. getting a responds out of the other boy was like trying to talk to a wall. stupid, and he wouldn't be getting anywhere anytime soon. it was if he liked to test him. he knew what he was getting himself into when he started seeing the other guy, but he thought things would be different. that the sarcastic asshole was just a phase. ]
”You always do this, you know? Like it's joke. Like we're a joke.”
[ by the pressure she was putting on her lips she was sure her lip would be bleeding by now. but whatever it took to not cry in front of him would be worth it. she knew he could see she was struggling, she only hoped it would cause him to surrender. a wave of heat and hate rushed through her, she didn’t take the time to think about what she was saying, she just let it out. ]
“Oh, I’m the one who’s wrong? Please tell me what I did wrong! Tell me so I can relate to where you’re coming from. Be my fucking guest!”
[ if she wasn't mad before, she was now and he still couldn't bring himself to calm down. they were breaking, she was hurting and he wasn't exactly having the most pleasant time himself. he tried to stop himself, he really did, but things clicked in his mind way too fast and next thing he knew, he was on his feet. ]
“Tell you what you did wrong?! Do you have about a week to listen to the list? When do you ever do anything right would be the easier question to answer. I don't even know how we made it this long.”
[ as always camille is sat trying not to let any speck of tears fall from her eyes. she never knew how both of them could be filled with ecstasy one minute, then turn into complete mayhem the next. either way during these situations her pride always got the better of her and she would hurt herself even more. but to her, giving in first wasn’t an option. ]
”No,” she said firmly. “Why aren’t you the one saying something? Why do I have to say something first, hm? Why does it always have to be me?”
[ in times like this, his mouth ran on his own, spitting out words that were on his mind but not ready to come out yet. something just snapped inside of him. it could be the smallest thing and it set him off. although, he never liked hurting her, he always seemed to. he made a face at her, pulling his eyebrows together in frustration. ]
”And you expect me to say something? As if I'm the one who's in the wrong? You're sorely mistaken.”
[ a sour scorn gracing her complexities as she glowered at the boy. complete and utter acidic seeping from her glare. despite how idle the argument was, giovanni was still upset. nipping at the flesh of her bottom lip, she sank back; easing into the haven the cushions supplied. cocking her head slightly to the left, she cleared her throat. gritting her teeth, ]
”I have nothing to say to you.”
[ narrowing his eyes, his expression switched, a teasing smirk was placed on his lips as his eyebrow raised at her words. he rolled his eyes in a dramatic way, letting out a chuckle that held no joyous emotion, filled with nothing but annoyance. ]
”Typical. I don't know why I expected something different.” ”I don't know how much longer I can deal with this.”
i just want a really want a relationship au that is nothing but continuious and an emotional roller coaster that breaks your heart but mends it back together slowly and there is friendship and love and fighting and making-out and then like hot sex but then there is cute dates and awkward phone calls and firsts and lasts. There would be flaws and times where they would break it off but always come back to each other because that is an amazing love story that is in my fucking imaginATION
[ the look on his face was no longer a strong smile and pure happiness as it seemed to be only a few hours before. funny how a simple conversation could turn into something of an argument. he knew this would happen, it always did. the two could never fully spend time with each other without getting into some childish overrated fight. sometimes he thinks of apologizing, saying that he is sorry so the two can get on with eventually getting over it, but he would never let them win that easily. he wasn't going to give them the satisfaction ]
"Well, are you going to say something?"
It was late, it was a new year, and Kathen still sat in his bedroom with nothing to do. He could watch another movie, but he felt like he had seen them all. They all had the same storyline with a messed up ending and a kiss. He just wasn't feeling it. He instead wanted to bake. It could be cookies, a cake or whatever they made nowadays but his only hold up was the fact he lacked baking skills. He was absolute shit at working a stove and he didn't plan on doing it without help, and he knew the perfect person to call. He got his phone out, calling the only person he trusted enough to bake in his house. "Hey, I know it's late, yeah? But I have nothing to do, and I really want something sweet and I need you. I can't work a stove and just please?" He asked, sighing as he did so.
ello like this here for a starter
"Exactly!" She yelled, then realised she yelled it, and gazed down chuckling. Daisy got up, and looked down at him. "Come." She grabbed his head. "Let’s make it old-fashioned out here." She chuckled soft, pulling him from the couch. "Let’s dance.”
To be honest, Kathen didn't really plan on leaving the couch at all that night, but how could he say no? A proper dance at a crazy party. It sounded perfect to him. "Why not, yeah?" Although the music wasn't perfect and it was hard to find a bit of room, Kathen led the girl out to what was considered the dance floor. "Let's show them how it's really done, yeah?" He turned to face her, placing his left hand softly in the middle of her back, removing the booming bass from his mind and just focusing on swaying to the imaginary slow music.
"No, it’s not just you." She sighed deep, sipping from her drink before she looked at the guy next to him. "I don’t even know where I am, my friends are having with each other, and well. Here I am." She shrugged, looking around. "As always." Daisy has always been the different one. She didn’t drink, didn’t smoke, and didn’t just grind against every dick she saw. Unlike her friends, Daisy liked to read, play videogames, and eat pizza all day. Kind of a dork she was. "They’re not even dancing. They’re just.. Humping against each other, I mean-.. Where’s the meaning of dancing? Like real dancing?" She sighed annoyed.
Kathen could't help but laugh at the girls words, it was true. Watching the others dance, it was more like a scene from Dirty Dancing more than anything. It was sad really, but he was glad to find someone who agreed with him. "Right? I'd take an old fashion slow dance over this any day. New Years Eve parties use to be classic, now it's all about kissing and forgetting." He shook his head, slightly disappointed at the thought. It was nice to know that he wasn't the only one who wasn't so into these things. His friends thought of him as the loner of the group, the one who didn't know how to have fun. He did, but he didn't feel like he had to go to some get together to prove it.
It was about an hour until midnight and the people around Kathen were buzzing. Laughing, singing, dancing, and drinking the night away while he of course sat on the couch in the living room of some strangers house. He had been talked into coming tonight only to be ditched by his friends as soon as they walked into the door. he was use to it, probably just brought along just in case they needed a sober driver later on, and that was fine with him. "Is it just me or is time passing by slower than I want it to?" He meant to think the words that left his mouth but he doubt anyone could hear him with the music thumping anyway.
"Oh Marcello’s wonderful I just doubt he wants me hugging on him at this time of night."
"I'm sure he would love cuddles this time of the night. Who wouldn't?"
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x.——Bethany needed away, or at least that was what she felt, the walls of her home were closing in on her, and she couldn’t take it anymore….not for a second longer. She was through with watching her mother lay on the couch passed out from drinking all day. She was tired of being the only responsible one in the house. On top of being a cheerleader, and in most school activities she had leadership positions, and then she would have to go home, and take care of her mother, before working most nights, and weekends. Her life was exhausting, and she just needed one day away from it all. She found herself in the one place that had calmed her ever since she was a child, but someone was already there. She sat beside him on the bench, her hands in her pockets, “You stole my hiding spot.” She teased to the stranger.
Kathen looked down at the stranger that joined him. Maybe he needed to learn to be more knowing about his surroundings since he didn't even hear the girl sneak up on him, too busy with the stars to notice a thing in the world. "I must say -- it is a good one." He didn't know why this way the girls hiding spot, but he did know that this would be the perfect place to hide if anyone needed to. It was quiet and sorta off from where the loud points would be. If he knew about this place before hand, he would probably be here most of his time. Although he preferred indoors, this would be a comfy place to come and write to just think. "Mind sharing it for the night?" He asked, if not, he would leave, he didn't want to impose. It was like if he walked in his home and saw someone sitting on his bed. Which was his hiding place he supposed. "What are you doing here anyway? Shouldn't you be out at a party or with friends?" He was curious, so he asked. He knew he was a loner, not liking parties and all but she seemed like a pretty teenage girl, someone who should be out having a good time on New Year's Eve.
