jai guru deva om

[keatie deville]

Beneath the stars came fallin' on our heads
But they're just old light, they're just old light
Your hair was long when we first met

<sub>Alex had left that morning in such a hurry, she couldn't tell him it was okay that he "lied" and that she understood. He had left so frantically, like he was running from a fire or something along those lines. She didn't run after him, she had figured maybe he needed time to chill out and think about his own life. Her running after him would just confuse him more right? Right. So she surprisingly had gone out just to hang with friends, you know, she liked to do that without drinking. GASP! I KNOW! NO DRINKING!? Absolutely none of it. Why? Who knows? Maybe she didn't feel like it for once. She pretty much drank every night, and really, it was odd to have a "sober" day. A day with absolutely no drugs, drinking or sex. But at the same time it was a nice feeling to actually know what was going on.

She was supposed to spend the night at her "so called friends" house, sometimes a bunch of girls liked to do that, even if they weren't in high school anymore. She had left most of her stuff home, even her keys figuring Tin would just let her in, in the morning. The only thing she had taken was her overnight stuff, like her pajamies, a new change of clothes and toothbrush kind of thing. Along with deodorant and crap.

But, things did not go as planned. Her 'friend' had ended up inviting guys over, and they were trying to make passes on her. She rejected them, not because they were ugly or anything, but she didn't want that. She didn't want a damn one night stand again. Especially not after water happened with Alex the night before. Where was her friend when all this was happening? making out with some phrat boy, not even caring about Kate, who was being hounded by these guys. "Whore" one called her after she rejected them. her friend had given her a dirty look; like she was doing something wrong by rejecting these guys.

She couldn't do this.

She stood up, took her stuff and left. All the while being harassed by these guys. At one point, she was really scared they would rape her or something nasty like that. The realization she didn't have anyone sunk it. It was a GIRLS NIGHT. No cell phones, no nothing. She didn't even have a way home, so her only option was to walk. With her luck, it was raining like mad. She was wearing heels to add onto that, which probably wasn't the best idea now that she thought about it. But then again, she didn't expect to be walking out at 1am in the morning.

She had walked and walked for what seemed like forever, until she reached her apartment complex. By now she was in tears, with her large tote with all her clothes and stuff in it, and her hair wet. Her tank top and jeans clinging onto her. She was freezing cold, her teeth were chattering and she just wanted to go home. She knocked on her door. No answer. Her roommate was gone again.

She rested her head on the door for a few more seconds, still shivering from the cold. What the hell was wrong with her? The night she decided to be straight edge, everything went wrong? How late was it? 1:30? 2:00? She bit her lip before looking to her right and seeing Alexs' door.

Should she knock? She wasn't sure. Maybe she should just stay here and wait for Tin. But really, she was tired, cold and alone. more alone than she had EVER felt before. She inhaled and walked to the door, knocking loudly. Maybe he wouldn't answer? Maybe he hated her? It was worth a try though right? She would catch phemonia out here all night.</sub>

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[alexander jay martin!]

and i just need to keep quiet, quiet
don't let it all come undone
because if i dare open my mouth,
it'll only be to bite my tongue,
to bite my tongue;

Alex ate once he got home. That morning had made him hungry, and all he did was scamper to the cabinet in search for more food. He'd clean up later. Of coarse, at noon was his shift at the Sushi Samba down town. He got into his uniform and scampered down the road. Late as usual. Except he really wasn't late, his boss just really disliked him and told him to take out his piercings again. What a killjoy. He took them out, put all his things in the small cubbies they were given and began taking orders.
It was a regular Monday; slow between lunch and dinner. Obviously, only the old people or the families that were in a hurry came in between. He got bored easily, but being a waiter he was pushed around the restaurant. He wasn't really hyper or cheerful that day. His mind was on Keatie all afternoon. Once, a girl with hair just like hers came in. You should've seen him leap. But then she turned around; not Keatie. He was bumming, and the cook kept asking him what was wrong. He just walked away and finished his shift.
The rest of the night was a boring blah. He knew he had class work, he knew he did, but he really didn't feel like it. He just wanted to relax. By 11 he had watched about two movies; Juno and King of California; his favorites. Well Juno was a little chicky for him, but what the hell, he wasn't trying to impress anyone. King of California was just amazing. It was hi favorite movie hands down. He snacked on Ice Cream; coffee to be exact. He got a few texts from Tallulah; apparently she was out at the record store again. She lived there and the bookstore. He didn't even try dragging her away.
Alex began Guitar Hero, shredding through some of the easiest songs on Expert. He tried harder songs; like F.C.P.R.E.M.I.X; but he had lost his touch for the night. Maybe it was Keatie; she was a hell of a distraction. Alex kept trying ever so hard to play, but finally gave up swearing and throwing the controller down. He surrendered to MTV2, watching the weird Next show and crappy couple shows like that. There were a few that he got puzzled over; like when a lesbian ended up on the show? How come all the lesbians had to be so gorgeous? Or at least some of them were, that he saw. There were the freaky emo ones that scared him.
By 2 am, Alex was heading to bed. He was tired, and definitely ready for it. He was convinced he wasn't getting any calls or anything from Kate. He didn't expect her to either. Then he heard a knock on the door. Pulling it open, it was Keatie. Oh my god, Keatie. Are you... okay? He asked, letting her in. You're soaking, let me get you a towel.

[keatie deville]

Beneath the stars came fallin' on our heads
But they're just old light, they're just old light
Your hair was long when we first met

<sub>Oh my god, Keatie. Are you... okay? He asked, letting her in. You're soaking, let me get you a towel. She really was soaking, water was dripping from her jeans light blue jeans and white tank top. She was pale and sick looking, coughing every now and then like she was choking on something. I'm sorry Alex. She stepped in shivering like mad. She probably looked worse than she did earlier that morning, her air tangled up, water dripping from every strand of her hair; or at least that what it felt like. She wrapped her arms around herself, trying to keep warm. I'm locked out of my apartment, I didn't know where else to go. I was at a friends house, and these guys were trying things on me.. and I didn't want them too.. and... She hung her head down in defeat, her breathing was heavy and her chest was rising up and down like she was out of breath. She looked up at the clock and closed her eyes. She had been walking for so long. It took me an hour to walk here...

She took off her shoes, as her feet were obviously KILLING her. When you have two inch heels on and walk in them for a nice long hour non stop, it kills you feet. And really, she was sure she had blisters or something; because they had that "Im going to detach from your leg" feeling. She groaned and looked back down, not really knowing what to say. I'm sorry if I interrupted anything... Maybe he had a girl there. Oh god she would start bawling her little eyes out. It was bad enough about these guys basically on the verge of raping her, and now seeing one of the only guys she's ever liked with some girl. She closed her eyes for a few seconds trying to block out the cold. The freezing ice like rain that was covering her whole body. She was crying, she didn't know if it was loud or soft but she could taste salty water. She could feel herself biting her lip just crying like a little baby.

She was upset, not because of anything Alex had done. But she was just depressed. Her life seemed to be going nowhere, and all people expected out of her were sex, drugs, money, drinks; whatever. But they always expected something out of her. She thought back to what Alex had said earlier: I mean, I couldn't stop thinking of you last night, I had this weird dream, I brought roses for no reason, I-- I like you a lot too. I'm sorry I lied, I didn't want to be rude. But I can't lie about my feelings for you-- I know that's horribly cheesey but it's true-- If he had stayed, she would have told him how he was the most sweetest guy in the whole fucking world, how she wanted to be with him. But he left, like he was running away from her or something. Like maybe he really didn't want her to be in his life, like he didn't want to feel the way he did. Maybe it was wrong for her to be here at all? Maybe she shouldn't have come, she could have taken the extra walk to find one of her friends right? Maybe not, her feet felt like were close to falling off and her little body really couldn't handle anymore. It's not like she was out of shape; she ran 3 miles everyday. But when you're emotionally drained, wearing heels, and it's raining - it's not like you can really muster up everything you have to go walking more miles.

Kate was just thankful he opened the door, yet alone invited her in.</sub>

[alexander jay martin!]

and i just need to keep quiet, quiet
don't let it all come undone
because if i dare open my mouth,
it'll only be to bite my tongue,
to bite my tongue;

Alex ran off, skidding to a stop and shifting into reverse to close the door behind he. He just wore a plain black tee, with a white boom-box etched out onto it. Skinny jeans and Sponge Bob socks. His hair wasn't placed perfectly, And his piercings were still out. It felt like he'd seen her that morning; but it was a millennium ago. He found a towel in his bathroom, darting out with it. I'm sorry if I interrupted anything... What, did she think he'd have another girl by now? Shit no. Oh no, I was just sitting playing guitar. It's seemed I've lost my touch right... now... He slowed as he came near her, his soft smile fading. Keatie you're... crying... He said, holding the white towel at his hips. He didn't know if he should, but he'd wanted to from the minute he heard her knock softly on his door. He took a few steps towards her, wrapping his arms comfortably around her, pulling Keatie against his chest. His cheek brushed against hers, finally stopping at her ear, actually a little bit past it. He held her there for a long while, unmoving and listening to her shiver.
So she left that night, probably looking for a way to forget him. He could definitely understand that. He'd tried it a few times; escape, you know? He snuggled softly into her shoulder, whispering to her. I'm sorry I wasn't there for you, He said, closing his eyes. He felt so comfortable right then, holding her like that. Maybe he was scaring her, he couldn't tell. But for the most part she just shuddered and cried.
He then pulled away, smiling as if to comfort her. You should have called me. He said, then brushing the towel up around her shoulders. He turned around, going back to the bathroom. I can get you some more, oh and you can change if you want. I have some extra shirts and shorts and shit. I can wsh your clothes. He said casually, dipping into his room. Maybe he sounded foolish, but he really want to help. Do you have a spare key? You could call Tinsley. He said, poking his head out from his bedroom. He was talkative now that she was here. Maybe it was rude, maybe he was being too forward, maybe she just wanted to leave. He didn't care at the moment. Sorry, Keatie. Alex is just too darned nice.

[keatie deville]

Beneath the stars came fallin' on our heads
But they're just old light, they're just old light
Your hair was long when we first met

<sub>He was being so sweet, smiling so much like everything was okay until he came closer, noticing her crying. "I was nearly raped, Alex. I'm scared. I'm so fucking scared." That really wasn't a lie, those guys were getting rowdy, getting aggressive, and it was beginning to really freak her out beyond belief. The way they looked at her like she was some kind on object. Oh, sure, she had seen that look before - without that hunger. Je Deteste Toi! (i hate you) she had screamed at them. Maybe they didn't know what she was saying, but she was pretty sure they could have taken the hint that it really wasn't anything nice at all.

I'm sorry I wasn't there for you At first she was stiff, like she was afraid of his touch, but soon she had her arms around him and bawling her eyes out into his shoulder. She must had seemed pretty pathetic. She barely ever cried, and here these past couple of days it seemed like that was all she was doing. "It isn't your job to protect me, Alex.I'm sorry I am burdening you..." And then he pulled away, draping the warm towel over her little body. You should have called me She shook her head a little. I couldn't, Alex. My phone is at the apartment, and I don't even know anyone number without that damn thing. Wow she really did depend on that little electronic thing. Fuck the address books now right? It was all in the phone.

I can get you some more, oh and you can change if you want. I have some extra shirts and shorts and shit. I can wsh your clothes. She looked down at the tote and opened it up, all of her crap was drenched. "Please.. If its not too much trouble?" She fet so terrible for doing this, for depending on him like this. His clothes would probably still be big on her. He was skiny, but she was TINY. Like a mouth or something like that. She didn't care if he washed her clothes or not, it was only water right? She wrapped the towel tightly against her, snuggling into it like a blanket.

Do you have a spare key? You could call Tinsley. She shook her head. "There is no way I can get a hold of Tin Alex... I don't know where she is, and I don't know her number. Even my damn keys are in the apartment. I can leave and head for my others friends house if I'm troubling you." Here she went again, apologizing her ass off because she was dripping wet and cold. She didn't want to burden Alex though, she didn't want to cause him any trouble. She wanted to just curl up in a ball and make this all go away..</sub>

[alexander jay martin!]

and i just need to keep quiet, quiet
don't let it all come undone
because if i dare open my mouth,
it'll only be to bite my tongue,
to bite my tongue;

Alex winced as she spoke... but he could believe it. He just imagined some bug macho dudes trying to get her clothes off and shit... it scared him quite a bit to even imagine it. I'm still sorry... He whispered gently, holding her close in that hug. She had her arms around him now, and that made him feel much better. He still probably looked like a dork, because of his crazy hair and random clothes. She kept apologizing. Please don't be sorry... you're no burden. I'm really really happy you came. He said sincerely, smiling comfortingly and looking at her. His eyes were latched onto hers for a long moment; then he just wanted to kiss her. But that would probably scare her, plus he never did get an answer from that morning. He really didn't expect one, either. It would throw him off too, to tell the truth.
He then went to his room, scratching his bed head hair on his way. You can sit down, you aren't invading me or anything. He said happily. He opened his drawers, biting his lip and trying to figure out what she could wear. He pulled out a few tees, finding them much too big. He dug deep into his drawer, only to find failure. But there was an old Nirvana shirt he had tucked away, and he shrugged and took it out. He then found just plain pair of athletic black shorts, with drawstrings. She'd need them, plus they were pretty long anyway. Didn't really even fit him actually, but they were the only adjustable pair, so what the hell.
He took them out to her, taking her duffel and setting in on the counter. Here, you can change, just give me your wet crap and I'll throw it in the dryer... He said, smiling at her. She then spoke about her phone. Oh right, sorry. You could stay here for the night, if you're fine with that, He said. He probably sounded like a creep. A big creep. But he wanted to help her, honestly. I have a spare bedroom. He said, jutting a thumb over his shoulder to the door by his bedroom entrance. Wow, he was probably coming off weird. But what other choice did she have?
I can leave and head for my others friends house if I'm troubling you. He shook his head, then smiled softly. If you'd rather, that's perfectly fine... I can take you if you decide that. He didn't want her to get attacked again, honestly. She was scared, and he could tell. He wanted to be the biggest help he could be, because being that little emo kid that offered zilch help really wasn't his style. He wanted to do something, y'know? He just was that way. And with Keatie, that was what he loved about her, he could help her out all the time. Well not all the time of coarse, but he felt really sweet by helping her.

[keatie deville]

Beneath the stars came fallin' on our heads
But they're just old light, they're just old light
Your hair was long when we first met

Keatie smiled a little at Alex, he was sweeter than most people she knew; in fact, did she know anyone as sweet as him? Her smile tugged more upward when he looked at her for a couple of seconds. She probably looked disgusting. But then again Kate was Self-conscience Sally, always fretting over what she looked like, what she wore, how she wore it. You get it. She watched as he went over and got some clothes, coming back with a nirvana shirt and shorts. She wasn't going to sit down just get, she was dripping wet, and she was sticking the towel over her head trying to try it, rubbing the two sides together and causing friction. He came back and gave her the clothes and she smiled gratefully, taking them. Here, you can change, just give me your wet crap and I'll throw it in the dryer.. Did he mean, like, change there? Was this another American thing she was just now learning about? She kept learning a lot of new American things recently. She nodded slightly. Um, here? Okay... She didn't think he was a creep or anything, she just thought he was trying to her our. She turned around and began taking off her clothes - all of them and then slipping into the Nirvana shirt and shirts, adjusting them to her size. She was thankful to feel the dry clothes instead of the dripping yet ones. She took her old ones and walked over sticking them in the tote.

I have a spare bedroom. She nodded a little, in all truthfulness, she was scared of sleeping alone tonight. Everything had gone so wrong; call her a cry baby, but if she was in her apartment, she would be calling someone over to sleep with her. Can I stay with you.. In your bed..? She asked bravely. She was actually very shy about asking. I'm scared of sleeping alone tonight.. She hoped he knew she wasn't trying any funny business, because she really wasn't. Just scared. Alex was probably the sweetest guy she actually knew. He wasn't being rude or mean, making fun of her or any of that stuff. She walked over to the couch and sat in a fuedel like position, holding her own legs close too her and took a deep breath. She was safe here, Alex wouldn't let anything happen too her right? Because, yeah, he wasn't the body builder type like she had once dated; but she was pretty sure he could throw a punch if it was really needed. But who would expect her to be here anyway? That was a scary thought, someone actually finding her. It was like running from the mafia or any of that crazy shit. She closed her eyes for a couple of seconds, really starting to appreciate the warmth of the room, and the clothes. Thank you, Alex. I don't want to do anywhere else tonight. I feel safest here

[alexander jay martin!]

and i just need to keep quiet, quiet
don't let it all come undone
because if i dare open my mouth,
it'll only be to bite my tongue,
to bite my tongue;

Alex smiled sweetly as he handed her the clothes. Um, here? Okay... Alex's eyes bugged out. He whirled around, making sure not to look. Uh, no, I meant the bathroom Keatie... He said hastily, his face getting redder by the second. Was she teasing him or something? Because this really wasn't very funny if she was messing with him. He was totally being a sweet-ass to her; was she really actually scared? He still believed she was. But there was a little hint of doubt. in his voice. Um, sorry. I did mean the bathroom though. He said, turning around once she had finished.
She looked so cute in his clothes. Damn, honest. She was so tiny, and she thought that just maybe if his shirt was any bigger, she'd be able to swim in it. The shorts hung down way past her knees, almost like baggy caprees for her. She was sort of tall, but those shorts were even big on Alex, and whenever wore them of coarse.
Alex blinked at her next statement. He searched her expression and body language, hoping to find something; anything to clue him on on what the hell she was bringing up. But she was sincere, and he could tell almost instantly. Of coarse. He said, smiling softly. SHe looked like she needed a hug, even in those clothes. He shook himself out of the little trance he was set in, grabbing her tote. Ah -- uh, just tell me what you want dried. Or washed? I can wash anything you need. He said hastily, trying not to peek inside her bag. She could have loose panties drifting around, and he didn't want to be awkward and grab her undergarments like a pig. He was so not like that, that it was almost scary.
He looked her up and down for a moment, trying to decide what to do or say.

[keatie deville]

Beneath the stars came fallin' on our heads
But they're just old light, they're just old light
Your hair was long when we first met

<sub>I'm sorry Alex.. I didn't... I... I'm sorry She really wasn't thinking straight tonight. Of course he meant the bathroom;; Kate really wanted to do a face palm right about now, she felt like an idiot, and when she turned back to see Alex's face, he looked pretty shocked. She smiled a little at her friend, and took the tote gently, taking out her toothbrush, and deodorant, stuff like that before closing it back up and handing it too him. Everything in there is soaked. She looked at him apologetically; she really did feel bad. It was 2am in the morning - he didn't have to be doing this. He could have just ignored the knock, ignored her. Then she would be screwed, walking for god knows how much longer to someone else's house, or just waiting outside her own. Really, anything could have happened too her. Murder, rape, robbery - you get the point. She could have been really badly injured; but instead she was safe and warm with Alex. She still didn't understand WHY he was doing this, she didn't deserve it. Not like she was arguing or anything. She just didn't understand why he was being so nice. After last night, she figured he would never even want her in his apartment again, but he was like saving her or something. The pretty little petite French girl being saved by the sweet suburban cute emo boy. Sounded like some kind of story they should write in a book.

She soon looked up at Alex, and wrapped her arms around his shoulders and pulling him close into a hug. She wanted to cry again, but she held it all back. She didn't want to seem foolish, she didn't want him to think of her as stupid or anything. Alex... She had her small face pressed up against his shoulder, her throat burning, trying to form that lump that seems to arise when you want to cry. Thank you.. Now she was just clinging on to him. She wanted to kiss him, she still had feelings for him that ran a lot deeper now. She couldn't stop thinking about him, his smile, his laugh, his touch. Just little things. Maybe she should tell him this? She decided against it, she didn't want to hurt his feelings. She didn't want to confuse him. What would "oh by the way, I think about you all the time." Do too him? She didn't notice her fingers were gently tracing the back of his neck, she didn't notice she was pressed up against him like super glue. And really, she didn't care either. She just wanted to be closer with her best guy friend, the guy who kept saving her. Why the hell didn't she want to drink earlier? Because she knew she would do something stupid, because that's what always happened. And why didn't she want to do anything stupid? Because of Alex. Most people who knew her could tell she had something for him. Something stronger than what she had for those other guys, but she wouldn't say anything to him. How would that come out. "I'm falling for you." How do you even say that? Because she never has.

Her small little porcelain face drew back and she looked at Alex, her face an inch away from his. It reminded her of last night, only this wasn't anything lustful, she didn't want to just fuck him. Not like she did before, but there was just nothing sexual in the way she looked at him now. She smiled faintly and her hand reached up to his face, her fingers tracing down his cheek gently. "Je t'aime." A part of her hoped he didn't know what she said, but she also knew the words I love you were know in a lot of languages. Plus.. Friends said that to each other right? She loved him.. As a friend.. Right? The funny thing was, she had never even said that to anyone besides her father, not to a male. Sure, she told her female friends she loved them all the time, but not a guya. It slightly baffled her that she had even said it herself. Her small manicured finger tips soon stopped touching his soft cheek and her eyes soon looked away from his. Here was this shyness again, it was embarrassing.</sub>

[alexander jay martin!]

and i just need to keep quiet, quiet
don't let it all come undone
because if i dare open my mouth,
it'll only be to bite my tongue,
to bite my tongue;

Alex smiled softly, shifting his weight onto one leg as Keatie pulled out her bathroom things. He still thought she was super adorable; honestly he couldn't stop smiling. It was probably horrible to think like this when she was crying and freaking out, but his stomach fluttered almost when he looked at her. She looked like she was his; but he didn't let his mind wander because maybe she didn't even like him like he did her. He shook it out of his head as he took the tote. You can put your stuff in the bathroom, if you want. He said comfortably.
As she hugged him though, he had dropped her bag and had his hands in the middle of her back. He didn't want to put his hands too low; that would be suggesting something. He also didn't want to put his hands too high, then he would be pressing on her upper body and he just didn't want to do that. He held her comfortably, shivering slightly as she traced his neck with her fingers. She then said his name, and he wanted to see her face; her expression. But he didn't want to pry her from his chest because he felt so good with her small cheek there, all pressed up against him. It made the guy feel needed, and he loved that. ...Keatie? He said, responding to her speaking his name. He smiled softly, his eyes shimmering as they watched her head against him.
Thank you.. She then said, and he smiled. Her fingers then traced his cheek; he shivered again happily. His eyes were sparking and lit up in the 2am lighting of the lamp in the kitchen. He didn't say anything. He ad the extreme urge to plant one right on her then, tenderly and like in the movies with his hands all over her and holding her. He really had to fight it off.
But then she spoke in French, and he really couldn't understand it. He just blinked, a blank almost clueless expression on him. Was he supposed to know what she'd said? Oh shit, because he didn't and he was slightly panicked. So he ummmed for a second, a hand sliding up her back. She was such an urge. He then looked down at her, staring into her eyes for a few corny seconds. He finally couldn't stop himself, and kissed her hard. He pulled her against his chest, finally pulling away and smiling down at her. Sorry.

[keatie deville]

<sub>At first, she had thought he understood what she had said, until she really looked at his. It was obvious he had no clue at all. Her smile grew slightly, as he looked at her and then he kissed her. She couldn't help but kiss back, she loved it. It was the best kiss that she had ever recieved. It wasn't empty, it wasn't forgettable. It was more romantic than anything. Sorry.. She shook her head slightly before leaning up and kissing him again, and then she pulled away, taking her stuff and taking it into the bathroom.

She looked at herself in the mirror and sighed. She looked pretty exhausted, and she had a slight blush in her cheek. She took her hairbrush and combed through her hair, and then wiped the make up from her face. She still looked beautiful. Like an exotic alien or something. A gorgeous young girl, who had the whole world at her feet for the most part. She sighed slightly and walked out, walking over to Alex and wrapping her arms around him again. She felt clingy, and really she hoped she wasn't being weird or anything. She didn't want to scare him off.

Her face turned up to him again. I'm going to lay down.. She smiled a little, wanting to kiss him again. But then again, she was scared of scaring him off. How confusing these two were huh? She walked out of the room and into his bedroom, climbing in under the covers. It smelt like him; it was comforting. She felt her body relax as she snuggled into the pillow. It was comfortable though. She liked it. Staring at ceiling, she couldn't seem to close her eyes. She was waiting for Alex more than anything.

Never in a million years since that one night did she think she would be laying here in his bed. She had really thought he would just walk away and never talk too her again. But he didn't. He stayed by her side, and she was thankful for that more than anything. He made her happy, he made her smile. Her heart would beat faster when he touched her, her smile would grow wider and her whole world seemed better in general. She had never felt this with anyone else. Why only Alex?

She layed there longer, snuggled closer to the sheets. She began biting on her lip as she remembered what had happened earlier.. With the guys. It had scared her, A LOT. Fact was, she had been sexually assaulted before. No one knew it really. It wasn't as bad as it could have been. But pretty little girls like her were usually taken advantage of. She closed her eyes trying to forget, her forehead creasing into a frown. Forget, forget forget. She sat up and called out for Alex. Alex... Come here... I miss you. Wow, had she really said that. She layed back down, he rlip still being dented with the biting. She was safe here</sub>

[alexander jay martin!]

and i just need to keep quiet, quiet
don't let it all come undone
because if i dare open my mouth,
it'll only be to bite my tongue,
to bite my tongue;

Alex saw her shake her head, and then he smiled. He was giddy, more than anything. She liked him. She really liked him. He was kissed again, and it wasn't something he could just forget. It was amazing. He just felt like hugging her, and he did. He held her for a long time, slowly shifting from one foot to the other. It was unnoticeable motion, but he couldn't help it. He wanted to move, to kiss her more, but he refrained himself.
It was like the two needed no words. They just understood. Well Alex did. And Keatie was quiet. She then just left, going to the bathroom. He was a little lost now, and just stood in the kitchen scratching his head until she was done. She then returned to him, wrapping her arms around him. He then smiled softly, watching her against him. He was lost again, was he pathetic or what? He thought he was.
She went to go lay down, and he was almost in awe when she left. She was so adorable still, and probably wanted him as much as he wanted her now. He zoomed to the bathroom, closing the door hastily. He looked in the mirror, running his crappy brush through his dark hair. He smiled at himself. Why? Well don't ask me, he was just happy I guess.
He heard her call, and he came out of the bathroom. He wanted to change, but he would regularly sleep in just boxers. Boy would that be awkward. He decided to change into shorts, so he grabbed them out of his drawer and retreated to the bathroom. Tugging them on, he tossed his pants into the hamper in the bathroom. Going back to his room, he winced. Wait, I have to dry your clothes. He paused. Give me one minute. He said, going out to the bag she had. He took it to his small washroom, that only held the washer and drier. He pulled out what she'd just worn and opened the drier, tossing in her tank and pants. He reached her undergarments and winced.
Don't be a freak, don't be a freak. He picked them up and tossed them into the drier hastily, sighing when he'd finished. He scratched his head, ruffling through his hair then tossing the rest in. Turning the knob and listening to it crackle, he turned it on then left.
Returning to his room, he smiled. Alex... Come here... I miss you. He smiled softly. His eyes glimmered as he climbed into his bed next to her. She was snuggled into the sheets rather tightly; wow was she cute. He could tell she wore no make-up... and she was still gorgeous. Sorry... He said, pulling the plaid blankets over him. Are you comfortable, or do you need anything...? He said softly, resting his head on his pillow. He looked over at her and smiled comfortingly.

[keatie deville]

Beneath the stars came fallin' on our heads
But they're just old light, they're just old light
Your hair was long when we first met

<sub>She felt like he had taken forever to come to bed. Forever was an exaggeration of course, but that's what it had ended up feeling like. Plus the girl hated waiting, she had always been an impatient one. She was about to call again, but he soon came in, in his shorts. He looked adorable, it was hard to remember he was only 18. Not like it was a huge problem - not now at least. Her pretty blue eyes watched him as he came closer too her and layed down. She wanted to kiss him again, but instead she just smiled. How late was it now? 2:30ish? She felt terrible for keeping him up so god damn late. She edged closer too him, and rested her head on his chest, wrapping her little arm around him. She smiled up at him, slightly; nervously. She wondered if he was okay with this; hoped he was at least. She really didn't know if she could take another repeat of the other night. That had ended so horribly, she really didn't expect to see his amazing face again. His beautiful blue eyes. She was lucky - or at least that was how she felt that he was with her right now. That he had taken care of her after all the stuff that had went on between the two of them. Man he was cute. And even though she was literally terrified of the feeling she had for him - she didn't want to let him go. She wouldn't let him go. Even if "friendship" was all Alex wanted. She would be OK with that. But she really did not want to see him walk away for good.

She inhaled deeply, trying to figure out what she should tell him. She wanted to open up for him more than anything right now. She wanted to tell him her deepest darkest secrets. She wanted him to KNOW her. Her smile grew a little, it had a faint sadness in it, and her lips parted to speak softly. "Those guys really scared me Alex. Not because of how they were acting, but it brought up memories... I was molested by my uncle when I was 15.. She closed her eyes and sighed. Like she was trying to push them away again. I've not told anyone before. Even my parents. But I was so scared for so long... And then I felt like sex was just that... sex... It was never an act between two people who loved each other and whatever. Because... Why would my uncle do that and when I said no... Why would he tell me he hated me... I was so confused for so long about the situation. I began drinking and drinking. It made me forget everything. It made me a better person or something. It was like I could handle life with liquor by my side. Now I'm not so sure you know... i didn't drink at my friends house... no sex... No nothing. Because I didn't want to be that kind of person. She took a deep breath again and opened her eyes to look up at him. Yeah, sex was a lot different for her now. Because if she were to do it with Alex right now. It would be so much more than a quick fuck; and really that's not even what she wanted with him. Ever.

So now she felt naked or something. Hypothetically of course. She wasn't "literally" naked, but she had opened up to Alex, more than she did with most people really. Maybe more than she had with anyone. Sure, sometimes she would tell Tinsley or Cady her feelings; but she wasn't flat out open about them. She was like a hermit crab or something, but she was stuck in her shell, unable to come out. Now she felt like her little hermit self can scurried into Alex's shell, and shared with him. It was hard to describe, really, and even though Kate wasn't really used to this whole "opening up" thing, it was really nice to finally tell someone about her uncle. Her sick, sick uncle. It's not like she hadn't forgiven him or anything, because she really had. But then again, the pain that someone you loved and trusted could do that too you was pretty unbareable. Her uncle, who she had trusted and loved for so long. Who would take her to her bellet classes, and taught her how to jump rope...Corrupted her. Forced oral sex on her. Bad thoughts, bad thoughts. If she was drunk, she could so easily push these away. But when you were sober, you were faced with the cruel reality that life was no doubt a bitch and you had to deal with it at one point or another. She couldn't run from her past forever, and for six years, that was exactly what she had been trying to do. She was ashamed of herself really. How embarassing to admit that you failed at life.

Kate wasn't a stupid girl, shehad a 3.0 GPA average. Dumb girls didn't have that high of a GPA. She was smart enough to know that she had a problem with herself. That her drinking was a problem, that her whole life was a problem, that her inabliilty to open up was a problem. She was like one big mess really. But when she was with Alex, nothing seemed to matter. Was she in love with him? Love was a strong word, and really they'de only known each other for a couple of weeks. Could you even love someone so quickly? She knew she had strong feelings for him, whatever you wanted to call it. She brought her hand up to his face again, like she was trying to memorize it, like she wanted to know every little skin cell he had. She kissed him again gently, softly. It was all so different than the other night. Everything was sweeter, and gentler. It was.... Just nice. It wasn't like she was even trying to pressure him into anything. And as her hand moved back down around him, she kissed his cheek. Did he feel the same way? Maybe he was hurting her? She doubted it all though. Alex was a sweetheart, she didn't see him breaking hearts anytime soon. He was romantic and corny, and sweet. Like those guys you see in the movies.... he was the nice guy, the superman. She was the damsel in distress.

OOC: 1100 words baby! BEAT THAT xD (& its 5 am) xD WHAT NOWW BIZZNITT! meimo rules!</sub>

[alexander jay martin!]

and i just need to keep quiet, quiet
don't let it all come undone
because if i dare open my mouth,
it'll only be to bite my tongue,
to bite my tongue;

ooc;holy shite, are you serious? my best is 700-some. O.o yikes, i shall try hard! crappy post, i'm sorry! my muse has drained! >.<

Alex was just lying in bed when he felt the little French girl scoot against him. He didn't react like he usually would, with a girl crawling over him like this. He slid his arms around her, his hands resting n the crook of her back. He couldn't feel a bra when he slid his hands over her shoulder blades, But maybe he just missed it. But holy crap, he was calm for a situation like this. His eyes were closed; but he could tell she was looking up at him. He finally slid them open, after thinking for a while. She looked nervous, like she was doing something wrong. But he just smiled softly, his eyes illuminating in the light of one lamp lit in the room. I can turn that off. He whispered, closing his eyes again.
But then she spoke. Alex listened intently, his eyes snapping open when she began. He really didn't show any emotion, because if he did, it would be pure shock with his eyes wide and jaw dropped and all that crap. Oh my god, her uncle did that to her. He wanted to whimper for her. But she could handle it. He knew she hadn't told many about this, if any at all. Honestly, he wanted to cry for her. Wouldn't you? Alex did, more than anything right now. Molested by her uncle? That was terrifying; horrible; evil. Shit, if he knew where the guy was, he'd take him out. Not to be a big hero or anything.
He didn't say anything when she was done. He just gripped her tighter, kissing her back gently when he was kissed. He just wantd to hold her; and that's what he did. She was still snuggled into his chest, and Alex just hugged her close, kissing her forehead softly. He finally began to whisper to her. I'm sorry, I'm so sorry... He said, kissing her cheek then her jaw below her ear. He repeated his words, hugging her against him like a kid holds a teddy.

[keatie deville]

Beneath the stars came fallin' on our heads
But they're just old light, they're just old light
Your hair was long when we first met

<sub>I'm sorry... I'm so sorry She felt him grip onto her tighter, like he was a child not wanting to let her go. Really, she didn't even want him to her go. Her little heart fluttered with butterflies as he kissed herm; like nothing in the world could go wrong. In her eyes, it really couldn't, not with him here with her. Was that corny and silly? Maybe. Did she care? Not at all. Once in her life, she wasn't trying to impress anyone at all, she didn't have too. Not with Alex at least. When she was with him, she didn't have to be Keatie the slut, alcoholic, druggie - any of that shit. She could be Kate. Simply Kate. And it was OK. She lifted herself a little and rolled on top of him, reaching over and turning the lamp off. It was dark, but she could still see him in the faint light, still see his pretty little face. She always wondered if Alex's eyes glowed in the dark. Sure, it sounded stupid, but they were so blue you couldn't help but wonder.

She layed for a couple more seconds on top of him, before her lips found their way to his pressing up against him gently and softly. Now, it was like everything was different from that other night, Could he feel the difference? She sure as hell could. She kissed him again before rolling off of him and back into him arms, pressing her little face up against his chest again. Her body felt weak, but she awake more than one would have suspected for such an eventful night.

She didn't want to go home tomorrow, well, today. She knew at some point she had too, but maybe she could pretend she had some kind of weird sleeping disorder so she could sleep ALL day until night again so she could have him close to her like this. She inhaled deeply and kissed his neck gently, going back down to his bare chest. Alex... She sounded like a little kid; to most people it was really adorable. Have you ever been in love? She thought about what she had just said for a moment; maybe he would think she was insane and just tell her she was being silly. Had he been in love before? She was curious, she had always been nosy. Would if hurt her if he said yes? Maybe. She didn't know. Maybe he did love someone back home, or here in New York that she didn't know. Was it selfish to want Alex? She was pretty sure he had a life, she shouldn't expect any different. There was no doubt he was talking to girls and all that crap. He was a sweet guy, most girls would throw themselves at a guy like him - including herself. She looked up at him with question. Love was confusing, love was painful, love was wonderful. Wasn't it?

ooc: you owe me a long post for my 1100 one xD</sub>