the rest is confetti

Blythe.

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dylnhayes​:

“Yeah, but you’re a long way off from that so I’m good.” Nixon scoffed as if he was actually offended by her words. “Um, I did. I’ve been looking at you everyday for the past 10 years, and commenting on it for at least half that time. You can call me a lot, but I’ve never been blind. I mean, tell Tinsley I said thank you and this is the best view I’ve had since you came over to swim a few weeks ago, but she totally doesn’t get the credit for any of this.” He’d made it apparent early on how attractive he thought she was, and it had come up throughout their history given he’d never been the shy type. Her beauty had been the first thing to pull him in her direction, but the vast difference in their personalities had been enough to stop him from full on making a move. He’d been content to enjoy the view and her friendship until he found himself wanting more for reasons that had nothing to do with her looks. “Whatever. I’m just saying that I’ve known about them and appreciated them for years.”

“Then I really want to go with you. It’s not a big deal”“ And to him it wasn’t. He would’ve done the trip to prison for either of his friends, and the date… it was something he wanted more than he’d ever really thought he would. In the past, dates had always been the build up that led to figuring out whether or not he was getting laid for the night but with Blythe it felt different. She hadn’t said it, but he knew his reputation wasn’t exactly sparkling, but he wanted to show her that her faith in him wasn’t completely wrong. He could be a good guy if he wanted to be. Nixon was almost surprised when she deepened the kiss given her tendency to pull away from him when things started to heat up, but he melted into it. He could melt into her if he let himself stop thinking long enough, and the way he groaned softly when she pulled away made it obvious he’d been drifting in that direction. "I’m gonna be honest with you and tell you I don’t give a fuck about those people or what they think. Like, zero fucks are being given.” He shook his head, causing his nose to brush lightly against hers. “…But I know you do, so if you want I guess I won’t completely drag my feet when we go back out there.”

There was a difference in assuming and knowing, and knowing that in some way, she had his attention for that long was not only a stroke to her ego, but a surprise enough that the smile on her face wasn’t quick to fade. Early on, their friendship had been cordial, always talking when together, and now, he was the most important person in her life that she wasn’t related to. Mattered in such a way that the thought of not having him there put her in a quick panic. She had friends, but Nixon was more than a friend, a fact she was starting to think finally was shared. In ways he was an anchor when life felt like it was going down the deep end. Where she could have always counted on Mini to be beside her, Nixon had taken that place. “And not one cat call during those ten years? Nixon. Who are you?” She paused before deciding to push on. “I guess if there was anyone appreciating anything, you would be the only one I’d want. So. Yeah, there’s that.” 

In the past, Blythe had kept things on a good pause, but not for the reasons Nixon might’ve expected. She knew that the beliefs that had kept her from jumping all in weren’t what they had been in the past. It was something she struggled with. Nixon had proven time and time again what he’d do, opened up in ways she wasn’t expecting. “God. Sometimes you don’t even know just how hot you are, and then you open your mouth and say that. He’s a king.” She laughed and pulled his face closer to hers, kissing him again, longer, deeper. For once, she wouldn’t be the first to end it. Yeah, sure there were people who would’ve loved to talk and catch up, but the only place she wanted to be was there in that room, with him. “I don’t think I’m going anywhere.” Words were whispered against his lips as she moved one of his hands towards her waist, brow slightly raised before her lips were once again put to work. A slip of the tongue made it all too clear that she meant what she’d said. 

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dylnhayes​:

“Sure. If one of us is going down I guess I’ll be the nice guy for once. And I won’t even make any jokes about going down on you, which really breaks my heart. It’s a missed opportunity.” Nixon could only imagine the shit he would get from everyone around him, especially his friends, when it became clear that Blythe of all people could make him squirm given how little she tried to do it. He’d gotten an earful already and they hadn’t even been on an official date. He was wasting his time. She was a prude. There was no way he wouldn’t get bored. He’d better get used to his left hand. It was all something he’d brushed off with a roll of his eyes and a shove but he could only imagine it was bound to get worse once they realized that he was more serious about the situation than they’d realized. But oddly enough it didn’t bother him as much as he thought it would. It didn’t bother him at all. “That makes two of us.” Nixon pressed his lips together to stop himself from full on smirking at her reaction. “First of all, I don’t hate anything with a good beat. Just the same songs they play on the radio fifty times in a row. And second, I wanted to be here. I’m a party guy, remember?” 

The feeling of her hands on his chest had him caught some place between relaxed and on edge. If she was trying to bribe him, which he was sure she was given the likelihood of him going to a museum by choice was near zero, it was working. “I hate to say your grandma made a good suggestion for once but… the hot neighbor sounds like the best choice. He might feel some type of way if you went with one of your other boyfriends.” Nixon leaned forward to catch her lip between his teeth, tugging on it playfully before he offered up a gentle kiss instead. It might not have been his activity of choice but the thought of her going with someone else was enough to knock him into action. He’d never been the jealous type but he didn’t want to share her attention with anyone now that he felt like he finally had a good portion of it. “And I’m still down to go with you when you visit your dad if you want me to. I didn’t forget about that. I didn’t forget most of last night even if I was wasted.” It made him feel nice knowing that she wanted him to tag along for the things that were important to her. It made him feel like he mattered. “Oh I can tell. I know power thighs when I feel them, and using your legs as a pillow was a lot better in theory.”

“You do realize that one of these days, I will muster up the courage and rough you up? Such a brat.” She said through faint laughter, but not before Nixon was able to put her on edge once again. Everything about him challenged everything she’d thought she wanted. To the world, Nixon was just another gifted fuck boy who was destined to gain some title and company, but with her. Once again, he was the perfect man. The exact guy she found herself thinking about when they weren’t together. Which was starting to become a problem. After such a serious talk, it was like caution lurked around every single corner. One wrong move on her part, or not letting him in enough could ruin everything. Change it all. “Would he? Sort of thought maybe he’d welcome the night off. He’d be happy to know that my dress for the night is something I wouldn’t pick out for myself. Tinsley demanded she get to play dress up. Who knew I had curves?” It was like all the air had been sucked from the room the moment her father was mentioned. Almost right away she got itchy, and comforted, which was a strange mix to experience. Especially after a drink. Color flooded her features, and while she forced herself to entertain the topic of her father, her hand slipped under his sweatshirt and grazed along the bare skin of his abs. “A date and a trip to prison.. Nixon, who are you?” Being able to tease him in the moment allowed her the chance to take a breath, to regain herself. “I wouldn’t be able to do that without you, I hope you know, at the moment, the idea of going there puts me in a panic, and if you asked me why, I couldn’t even give you a proper answer. Maybe a subject change is in order.” Doing just that, she leaned down again and pressed her lips to his, savoring the silence with him. Being with him. Her nails pressed into his abdomen as she deepened the kiss, sighing softly before he pulled away slightly, looking down at him with a soft smile.  Was it the easy way out? Probably, but Blythe didn’t want to spend the night, that night, worried about family. They took up enough of her time. “I’ll be honest, I feel like people are starting to notice that I’m not around, and for the record, I don’t want to go out and check.”

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dylnhayes​:

“Maybe. But if I didn’t tell you things like that I don’t think I’d be doing a very good job.” He shook his head despite not knowing exactly what his ‘job’ was. They’d blurred the line past friendship months ago, and there was no doubt in his mind that if someone else made a move on her he would try to curb it, but they weren’t exactly in a relationship. He wasn’t even sure he wanted to be in a relationship given he had no clue how the rest of the school year would play out and college looming over both of their heads. It could only end one way. He knew that. But every time he looked at her it felt so obvious that he wanted so much more than her friendship that he felt stupid trying to downplay it. It had to be written all over his face and all she’d done was lean into his touch like she wasn’t worried about him breaking her. And if he was being honest, it was something he was worried about. His track record when it came to dating wasn’t exactly great and he’d never minded that. He’d never really cared at all what messes he made because he was clear about what he wanted up front. But Blythe was so optimistic and sweet and everything he knew he shouldn’t have went for. It wouldn’t be a clean break or a casual hook up that went nowhere, and Nixon didn’t want to be the reason why her believe in love or him or whatever it was they had going shattered when she realized everything everyone said about him was right. “Wow. Should I thank you? When you put it like that it seems like a really big deal.” His eyes widened playfully as he placed his free hand over his chest. “It’s cute that you think I give a shit about anyone else here. Besides, we both know Bunny will fly in and play superhero if something starts to go wrong so you don’t have to worry about any potential casualties tonight.” He hadn’t realized he’d stopped breathing when she pulled him closer until she was already moving away from him. He couldn’t exactly blame her for it but more and more the smallest touch on her end made him feel like he’d been knocked off balance. “You know, one day you’re gonna make a move on me and I think I might just die of shock. That will be on you.” Instead of making a move to pour a drink for both of them Nixon raised the bottle to his lips to take a quick sip before he followed her towards the couch, not hesitating to make himself comfortable. “Assuming they’ve met you I don’t think they would be surprised.”

“I can live with that, knowing that I, little humble Blythe Chadwell was the one to bring down the big and bad? Imagine all the street cred I’ll get. I’ll be unstoppable.” She spoke with a small laugh, shaking her head softly enough to force a few strands of hair to cover her features. Shooting him a look at the bold sip from the bottle, Blythe reached over as he sat and took it away, giving his shoulder a flick before taking a shot. They weren’t her favorite, but you couldn’t be best friends with Mini and not know how to take them. The liquid burned as it went down, causing her to let out a hiss before giving her body a little shake. “Never going to love that feeling, can promise you that.” His goading was never met with true disdain, but even she couldn’t help but down at at him and laugh. This was the side of him she wished others got a chance to witness, then at the same time, she selfishly didn’t. Maybe just one thing could be hers. “I know this totally isn’t your scene, and you hate anything with a good beat, but I appreciate you coming. Even if it was just to see lil ole me.” Her hand slid down to rest on his chest, fingertips softly drumming against it as she continued to meet his gaze. Letting her palm press down, she smoothed it back and forth, lazily rubbing. “Oh, I totally forgot to mention something last night and I kind of need you to say yes.” She started. “I have to live up to the Chadwell name and attend this thing, usually Bunny is my date, but she’s going to be missing in action, the timing of it all.. It’s a dinner for the museum and I was maybe hoping you’d know a nice guy who’d be willing to go with me. Said guy must also look handsome in a suit.” Knowing he could very well object, Blythe leaned in close, even closer, until her lips pouted and her hand was teasing along his neck, softly dragging her nail along the skin. “My grandmother suggested I bring the nice boy from next door.” Part of her wanted to just tell him what was on her mind, how he made her feel and why, but it all felt off, the wrong time. Which it was, she had to remind herself to keep it light. It was a part after all. Once she pulled back and leaned against the couch, Blythe let her hand wander down to the hemline of his sweatshirt, tracing the material in small loops. “Don’t feel like you have to say yes, but also don’t feel like you can say no without getting beat up a little. I’ve been working out.”

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dylnhayes​:

“It’s a horrible thing when the only thing I’ve wanted for the last few hours was to get you alone.” Nixon’s voice was teasing but the truth underneath it all was evident. He hadn’t come for the drinks or the music or any other stupid reason he was sure nearly everyone else had shown up for. He’d come for Blythe, and he was making an effort to be supportive in the best way he knew how, especially given the way their last conversation had ended. Though if he was being honest, some of the details were still a little fuzzy on his end. One minute they were talking in bed and the next he was waking up, his limbs entangled with hers. “I’m not leaving you here.” He agreed, sliding his hands from her shoulders to her neck, casually running his thumbs along her skin. Nixon had always been a physical person, but he’d learned early on not to push when it came to Blythe. The last thing he wanted was to make her feel uncomfortable. The only problem was the more time they spent together the harder it was to keep his hands to himself. “If I wasn’t having fun I would’ve hopped back over the fence an hour ago so you have nothing to worry about here. Thankfully I know how to entertain myself.”

It was impossible for Blythe to focus on anything being said when Nixon’s hands began to wander, even just grazing her neck was enough to cause her heartbeat to race. Not in the oh so pure way, well not just that, but because he made her unsure. Unsure about anything, everything. More often than not a touch had expectations, but she could tell, and always had, that he didn’t press on or over do it. She wasn’t foolish, she knew who Nixon was, or the things whispered or tweeted. Yet that wasn’t the Nixon she got, and that alone meant something. “Talk like that could go to a lady’s head. Imagine us both having matching egos. Could sink a few ships..” Instead of pulling away, she leaned into the touch, rubbing her cheek along the tops of his fingers until her own hand reached out in front of her and toyed with the bottom of his shirt. “How about you pour yourself a drink and we take up residence in here for a little bit? I’ll be selfless and allow you the gift of my undivided attention, but if someone goes thirsty or hungry, that’s on you.” Her hand remained for a few seconds more, tugging at it to bring them closer together. With a wrinkle of her nose, she pulled away and walked over towards the sofa in the corner. “Maybe two drinks. Can’t get this entire thing sober, what would people say?”

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dylnhayes​:

“True. I should probably start lowering my expectations again.” Nixon sighed dramatically, letting his head hang back as he took a few steps in her direction. “I hate to have to disappoint you this early in the night but it’s not coming back. Like ever. He stopped doing it for a reason and I realized the train wreck that it was the second I saw a few pictures from last year so you might want to work on moving into the acceptance stage of your grief.” Nixon took the bottle for all of a second before he set it back down, choosing to rest his hands on her shoulders instead. She might have had an obligation to get back to the party but that wasn’t something he was worried about. “No. I’m generalizing you as a resident of this town. Everyone wants to be on top of their party game. And I know you. You might not care about being the queen but you do want people to have a good time if you can help it. You care about making people happy, which is one of my least favorite qualities about you in case you were wondering.”

“It’s the way you’ll be the reason my eyes get stuck backwards.” Blythe matched the sigh with one of her own, though it was barely out before a soft laugh escaped her lips. The moment his hands rested on her shoulders, she stepped closer, accepting the embrace for a moment before cutting the moment with a tap of her finger on his nose. Of course she wanted everyone to have a good time, the last few parties that had been hosted at the house were legandary, thanks to Bunny being gifted in the art of social gatherings. For her, it was just about fun. Not the photos being taken or the bragging going on in all corners of the property. Nothing made her happier than seeing random people flittering about, smiling, laughing, and the more scandalous few, going at it in the garden. A real party, without all the fuss. “You say that like it’s a bad thing. I’m not out there making sure everyone has a drink or going to get ice. See? Fun, not so in control Blythe is here. But now that you mention it, are you having fun? My fatal flaw knows no end.. And you can’t leave me here to save yourself.” She was giving in for the moment, what harm could come from it? With Bunny on the prowl, things would be in check. “Because if you aren’t, I might as well go find a corner to wallow in.”

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dylnhayes​:

“I’m honestly a little shocked that anyone trusted you to throw a party again.” Instead of using the front door like everyone else, he’d simply jumped the fence separating his place from hers thankful that it wasn’t some party with a theme that meant he was at risk of ripping something that cost more than it should have. “I guess people around here really do have the potential to forgive and forget. At least as long as the bar is open.” He could count the people he knew on one hand who were willing to ‘forget’ anything, but he figured the number might double if he threw in something for their benefit like free drinks. Though he’d still been surprised by the sheer volume of people in the house and backyard once he’d arrived at the party. So much for anyone in town having any sense of self preservation. “If you make it through the night without an incident you might be back on your way to becoming the resident party queen and I know losing that label was killing you.”

“The lists of things you’d be shocked over seems to be never-ending.” She was thankful the second she heard him, ah yes, that bravado somehow brought her to ease. The last party thrown had been a disaster to put it gently. So much so it would be forever etched as the... no. Nope. She wouldn’t allow herself to fall down that rabbit hole. Tonight was all about fresh starts, fun times, and trying her best to be a little more exciting. “Speaking of forgetting, when are you bringing back the Bieber hair? I miss it.” Blythe pouted as she grabbed another bottle from the well stocked one she’d kept off limits in the library. Giving it a shake, she handed it over and took a moment to look him over. “What’s killing me is that you’re generalizing me as a typical Chadwell, and if you don’t stop, I will go find some political princess and tell her you’re in love. I can already hear your parents booking the chapel now.” Her lips curled into a small smile. The party was already chaotic in the best way, to the point she was thankful for the little distraction.