Nessa Skinner

I thought you into my life, whoa, look at my mind ! No better place or time, look how they align. Universe must have my back, fell from the sky into my lap !

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littleoakestree:

Giving a prompt wave to his mum as the car pulled away, the smile on his face dropped as he adjusted his suit. He heard his brother let out a short laugh before walking away towards the dorms. Benjamin slowly wandered through the campus, peckish for something sweet as he headed towards the cafe and finally regaining the comfort that was lost for the past few weeks. His eyes dropped down to the breast pocket of his blazer, the family emblem that his parents held to such a high regard was embroidered there in a bright gold, a complete contrast to the dark navy of the suit. Something about it just lowered his mood even more, his shoulders sinking as he began to slink in the shadows as he walked.

There’s a frank and distressed speck of emotions hidden within the brownness of her hues as she glances around the large hall. Her fingers curl over the edge of the tray and her teeth seem to sink indefinitely into the lesser of her lip. She should have gone to eat somewhere off campus, in the middle of London where no one would recognize her. But her pregnancy had been wearing her out and all she wanted was something sweet or sour to ease her cravings. Now, it felt like they were all staring, all whispering and laughing with a menacing glee. She doesn’t really notice the familiar boy until there seems to be a movement in her peripheral view. And he’s like a welcoming sight in the sea of hungry eyes. She moves to him slowly, hesitantly, her brows creasing at the sight of his weary features. “Hi.” Nessa mutters, softly, continuing. “Y-you okay?”

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Her breathing comes in short flutters of gasps, labored and shaky, mingled with the sobs that seem to tear through her chest, her lungs. Her cheeks are flaming with a slight redness and soaked and her eyes seem to puff out, the salty droplets of her misery burning behind her lids before rolling down. She’d found a secluded spot somewhere on campus before breaking down, trying to keep as quiet as possible. But her pain seemed to emit and the effort to cry silently seemed too great, a slight choking sound pressing from her lips anyways.

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littleoakestree:

“She won’t leave my sight now you need to stay calm and rest. I love you, see you when I get home,” Benjamin spoke softly into the phone, hanging up as he shoved the phone back in his pocket. Adjusting his hold on the small brunette in his arms, he gave a smile as he wandered down the walkway, “This is where daddy learnt all he knows. Let’s see who we can find, maybe Uncle Charlie is around here.” The words caused the child to giggle, nodding her head quickly as they moved through the crowds on a lookout for a familiar face.

There’s a ten year old boy with blonde hair and striking blue eyes standing besides her. His warm little hand is clasped within her own. Although he’d tried to tug loose several times when he’d spotted other people watching, wanting to seem independent, like a big boy. It’s at the sight of Ben that a small, soft smile curves Nessa’s lips and she moves, faltering to stand still before him, her teeth sinking within her flesh slightly. “Hi.” She utters, smiling at her old friend. Draco scrunches up his nose and curiously eyes the little girl, although trying his best to appear uninterested.

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writtenbymatthew:

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Matthew walked out of the building with a relieved smile on his face. He’d forgotten his keys inside just minutes before, but now he got them back and it had also earned him a quick, last makeout session with last night’s hookup. Sure he’d been a little bothered he’d had to drop her off at work today but she’d made sure all that frustration was gone now. He dangled the keys from his index finger, walking to the parking lot when he noticed a girl looking through the window of the yoga place he’d just exited. At least he thought it was yoga, he hadn’t really cared much for the instructor other than the fact she turned out to be really flexible. Which maybe all attendees of her class were as well… “Are you here for the next class?” He startled the brunette, trying to open the conversation. “Heard the instructor’s pretty good.” He added as a little joke for himself.

She’d been pacing nervously upon the cobbled streets for the last few minutes. Her arms protectively wrapped around her, resting lightly onto the small bump of her abdomen. She’d been growing and while her baggy shirts still seemed to cover most, she’d barely fit into her jeans this morning - jeans she’d bought less than a month ago. It had been frustrating and the underlying anxiety of everything seemed to brim on the edge of her emotions. Her Obstetrician had suggested she’d follow one of the classes, prepare herself for the birth of the little one, but being here, right now, with all the happy mothers-to-be making their way in and smiling sweetly at her, she felt even more uneasy- sinking. Her teeth bite down within the coated flesh of her lip and she peers through the windows, shrinkingly. Her heart hammering and her stomach twisting itself into knots. It’s when she hears the gruff voice of the male that she jumps, startled, shifting her weight and stuttering. “I-I-I .. I w-was j-just l-looking.” Nessa lies, poorly. Her hand rushing through the soft strands of her hair. Her hues linger on him at his next words. “H-how do you k-know?”

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She moves along the grounds, her feet shuffling over the damp grass and her arms protectively wrapped around her small bump. She’s uncomfortable, timid. And the food, splattered along long and thin tables, set up throughout the garden, is making her stomach growl and her cravings worse. It’s when someone nears, offering her a drink that she shakes her head and stammers. “I-I-i’m f-fine.” Utters she quietly, rushing a hand through the loose strands of her hair and shifting nervously in place. Her eyes darting around the field for someone familiar.

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@littleoakestree

She doesn’t really know either of the pair. When the invitation had come, she’d thought it was a mistake. Her irritation with it had been pretty high and she’d frustratedly mumbled about it to the cat of her sister. Nevertheless, Benji had asked her to tag along, be his company. And no matter how much she didn’t wanna show up at a random wedding, be out in public where they all could stare at the teenage girl that had gotten herself knocked up, she couldn’t really say no. He’s her oldest friend and he was there for her---is there for her. So she had to, do the same for him. No one had warned her though that flying to LA from London is a stressful thing to do. Especially when you’re 17 weeks pregnant and have to pee all the time. Not to mention, despite her baggy clothing and her best attempts at hiding her pregnancy, all the knowing older people giving her a wink and asking how long she’d been married to Ben.

Now, at the party, with all the happy couples and cheery people in their tightest dresses and tuxedos, she’d never felt more uncomfortable, out of place. Her dress is large, loose, not really flattering. It covers up her stomach as best as possible. Although apparently it doesn’t really matter. A young woman, in her mid twenties, smiles warmly at girl, her feet beginning to move to draw closer. “How far along are you?” Startled and a little nervous Nessa looks up, panic shimmering within her eyes. “Y-you c-can tell?” She utters, rushing a hand through the strands of her hair. “Of course! But don’t worry, It’s probably because I was the same when I was pregnant. Always trying to hide it until I couldn’t. Really, it’s not so bad. I’d say it’s much more stressful to continuously try and find clothes big enough to hide your belly. But you’ll figure that out.” She waves her hand, smiling. Then, with one last sympathetic look she mutters; “You’ll be fine.” And disappears within the crowd of people.  Nessa, left behind and confounded, stares after her. Fiddling with the material of her dress, picking at the fabric and biting her lip, her weight shifting from one foot to the other. She spots him when she tilts her head up to take a breath, swallow her feelings. And she’s quick to stride over, grasping his arm and leaning against him slightly. “Hey.” She mutters quietly.

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She groans, frustrated. Her fingers fiddling with the buttons of her jeans. It doesn’t seem to wanna close. She’s gained a little more, her curves showing and her bump growing. Nibbling upon her lip, Nessa watches her own reflection, sighing. Her mind wanders off until the sound of someone else coming in echoes through. She startles, crossing her arms over her abdomen, shifting her weight nervously and glancing at the direction of the other.

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loganclarentine:

Hearing her words made him laugh bitterly before shaking his head as he closed the door. “we’re still friends, Nessa.” He replied at first before crossing his arms, “and I never said I didn’t want to talk to you, I thought you were Ariella,” he admitted to the girl as he walked to the kitchen. “Want anything?”

“Right.” She utters back, silently. The darkness of her hues still trying to avoid meeting his own. And she shifts her weight nervously, teeth sinking within the lesser of her lip. “O-oh.” She shrinks, curling more within herself, her arms hovering on her abdomen and her baggy shirt hiding her growing curves. “U-uhm... W-water, p-please.” Stutters Nessa, brushing a few strands behind her ear, a nervous habit she displays often.

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how do you feel about everyone blaming logan for the pregnancy?

“T-they’re blaming him?” She utters, glancing up, her arms drawing closer around her. “I-I-I d-don’t.. k-know.” Her stuttering fills the room and she rushes her fingers through her hair distractedly.

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loganclarentine:

Logan never drinks, knowing it would worsen his already bad mental state but that didn’t stop him from buying a bottle and staring at it as he debated on doing so or not. After Ariella left, he felt more empty, more alone than ever before and just wanted her back but he knew that would be hard and unsure of what to do about it. When he heard the harsh knock on the door, he assumed it would be Ariella coming for the rest of her stuff so he sluggishly walked over to the door before opening it, but surprised to see Nessa instead. “Hey,” he grumbled out before opening the door wider for her to be let in.

Her foot taps impatiently against the ground. She seems a little nervous, mostly all over the place. The situation and her pregnancy symptoms not really working well together. “Hey” Nessa utters back when his door finally flings open, sighing softly, her arms hugging her frame tighter. She moves passed him then, rounding in the middle of the room to face him. “I don’t really wanna talk to you either, but I figured that we should.” She mutters, not really meeting his gaze. Her fingers rushing through the soft strands of her hair.

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@loganclarentine

She doesn’t want to talk to him, not really. But the choice for that option bypassed a long time ago. And of course, the whole school seemed to be aware by now; Their whispers and stares an agonizing indication. She moves along the grounds, huddling herself closer. A few comments are whispered and giggled in her direction and she ignores them as best as she can. Breathing out shallow and shaky breaths. Then, reaching his apartment, she knocks, a bit harsh. Her hormones playing with her emotions and the stressful situation.

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littleoakestree:

Smiling down at her as he stood in her embrace, letting her go with a reluctant sigh. Sending her a thankful smile as she took one of the bags hanging of his arm, he readjusted the one still in his hold. “Exactly, what has he got to worry about,” He joked, nudging her softly, a grin on his face as he looked down at her, carefully folding the map and stuffing it into his pocket. “That would be a wise idea. Where to ma’am?”

She adjusts the bag, slinging it over her shoulder, a small smile send his way at the playful nudge. “Yeah.” Nessa breathes, absentmindedly. And her fingers, slightly swollen now, rush through the strands of her hair, messily pushing it back. “Uh, boys dormitory. Do you have your room number?” She utters, her dark like hues wandering towards the lad, feet moving forward slowly in the direction of the large building near the edge of campus.

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littleoakestree:

The sound of a voice catches his attention, bringing his head up to spot the girl, a smile floods his face. Even though his parents had just dropped him off, it was nice to see a familiar and friendly place, it was his first time away from home after all. Stepping closer to her, he spread his arm and leant forwards before stopping upon realising how much luggage he was carrying, “Ness!!” He exclaimed before laughing, “When isn’t he. I’d love a guide around, if that’s okay.”

Her smile brightens slightly then, and she leans in, hugging him anyways despite all of his luggage. “Hey.” Nessa breathes, drawing back and reaching out a slender hand, offering to carry some of his luggage. “When he knows you’re in good hands.” Her tone seems lighter, pitched. Like the lad before her is managing to lift her mood. “Yeah, uhm.. let’s get you to your dorm first to drop off this stuff and then I’ll give you a tour.”

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littleoakestree:

“I got here safe, of course I did…you dropped me off,” He muttered, rolling his eyes at his Dad’s voice on the other side, “I haven’t found him yet, I haven’t found anything yet - okay, I’ll call you back, bye.” Benjamin let out a sigh as he looked around at his surrounding, a smile filling his face as he glanced down at the map in his free hand, “Now where to go…?”

She spots him a couple yards away, stumbling along the grounds only to falter in her steps. And she shifts her weight, a little nervous, waiting for his phone call to finish. Her arms wrapped protectively around abdomen and her teeth sinking within the lesser of her lip, biting it down to prevent the curling of her mouth. “Your dad giving you trouble?” She mutters, smiling softly. “I could show you around, you know, if you want.”

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loganclarentine:

Logan was in a great mood, he spent time at home with Ariella and enjoyed the weather there and seeing his parents in the same house again gave him a little pep in his step as he arrived in Greece. He was going down to the pool when he bumped into Nessa. “Hey there, how you been?” Logan wondered with a smile as he felt bad for their last talk and making her upset. “Are you still upset at me by any chance? I know I was being an asshole, I didn’t mean to. I was just worried,” he admitted.

She watches him, her brown hues fluttering between his. And she wraps her arms a little tighter around herself, shrinking back from the lad. “I’m f-f-fine.” She utters. It’s as he sweeps on that she runs her fingers through her hair, sighing softly and shaking her head. “No. I-It wasn’t you. I j-just wasn’t feeling well. I’m sorry. I j-just.. “ She trails off, rubbing her stomach slightly. “W-where were y-you off t-to?”

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@loganclarentine​

She moves, shuffling over the stones of the resort, her sneakers - no flip flops, while they would have been easier to get into, she really wasn’t in the mood for comments about her swollen feet - squeaking slightly. It’s at the soft breeze that passes that she shrinks within herself, wrapping her arms tighter around her abdomen, drawing her ugly robe closer around her. The air is warm but she feels bloated and a little moody. Not to mention she has to pee, again. Really she’d just love to forget about it. Forget about that stupid mistake with that one boy she made those few weeks ago. But of course, she can’t because there is a tiny little thing growing inside her and becoming more of a problem each passing day. She sighs, feeling her mood shift drastically. When her parents had announced they’d love to see her during her spring break, Nessa, in a panic, had stuttered out that she was tagging along on the trip to Greece with school before hanging up real quick. She couldn’t face them, not now. Her mother would gush and comment about the barely visible curves she’d gotten. Her brother would probably joke she’d finally become a normal girl and grown ‘the smallest tits in the world’ like she hadn’t had them before. And seeing her little sister, having to babysit and actually take care of the little toddler scared her to death right now. She stumbles further, moving towards the lobby for some - rather disgusting - coffee. Trying to stay clear of buying anything unhealthy even if she was craving. Her gaze is cast downwards, watching her feet and the slow moving ground and before she knows it she tumbles into a tall like form. Flickering her eyes up in alarm, she breathes at the sight of Logan. Her baby daddy-- the one boy she’d wish to forget. “Oh-- hey.”

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loganclarentine:

“Why wouldn’t you just tell me what’s wrong? Aren’t we friends?” He asked, frowning.

“I-I-i j-just d-don’t wanna t-talk about it, okay?” Nessa snaps, irritated. Brushing her fingers through her hair before wrapping her arms tighter around her abdomen.