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Post by keatie deville on Jul 6, 2008 15:44:00 GMT -5
That girls pretends she has it all in tact
& she wants to reach out to you, but can't.
She didn't say anything when Alex had taken her hand, she didn't mind at all, although it was a little strange for her that someone actually wanted to hold her hand. In fact, the last time someone actually did that, just for the sake of it she was a junior in high school, and it was some nerd who got yelled at by her soon afterward. Keatie was not the kind of person who people wanted to hold hands with. Sure, sleep with them or something - but not anything like this. She hadn't said a thing though, just blushed a little and kept quiet. If he wanted to hold her hand, then frankly that was okay with her. She had thought it was sexy that Alex was in a band, a hard rock band? Yummy. So there were some downfalls to Alex, she didn't really like younger guys at all, and maybe he was one of those "fresh outta high school, I'm so rad." freshman. He was easy for her to get along with though, for the most part.
Taxi's, she hated them. She always thought all Taxi drivers were just unattractive, rude, men, who had nothing better to do with their time. But whatever, you can't always get what you want right? Brighten Apartments? I live here. She had said to Alex, looking around to see where exactly they would stop at. This would be interesting to say the least. Hold on, 036? Was the old creep pulling up to 036!? She looked wide eyed at Alex. I live at 035. She laughed and smiled brightly. Small world huh? Stepping out the cab, she payed the cab driver and stood there outside waiting for Alex. Wow, it was getting darker, in fact it was pitch dark besides the few lights that Brighten had, so that people didn't get lost or anything. Brighton was a nice place to live anyway, she liked it. It wasn't HUGE, but it was a decent size, and could hold up a decent amount of people.
Keatie wrapped her arms around herself, feeling a little cold. Why did it always get colder at night? She swore they had told her in that one class... Science or something, in high school, but when had she actually listened? She looked at Alex, waiting for him to let her in. She could only imagine what a teenage boy had in his apartment. Wow awkward much? Teenager. She bit her lip hoping not to walk in and find naked pictures of emo girls all over the wall. That had happened once when she was dating some guy, without the emo bit. It's not exactly welcoming when you go to see someone and instead get a great view of some chicks ta-ta's dangling everywhere like a dream catcher. Yeah, bad mental image. She looked over at her own apartment, deciding she really didn't want to go there tonight, not like she didn't like home, but she wanted to go somewhere else. People always went to her house anyways, it would be nice to switch it up.
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Post by alexander jay martin! on Jul 6, 2008 16:20:26 GMT -5
grease. Alex smiled as they pulled up. But then she spoke. You do? Serious? He asked. First his expression was dumbfounded, like he'd won the lottery he never entered in. But then he smiled softly, as if in disbelief. Well hello neighbor. He chuckled, stepping out. He was crying for mercy inside; shit, she's my neighbor?! fuck yes! So they were neighbors; but why was this cover girl of a hottie, with a rich French family living in the crappy Brighton apartments? I mean, there were the big-top houses up the street a few miles. Maybe she wanted to feel independent, maybe it was because of friends, or maybe she was lying about her family and crap. He could tell she was from France, but maybe they, like, immigrated or something. But he shook all of that inner argument off and led her to his apartment. Pulling his keys out from the back pocket of his electric-blue jeans. Well here it is. But don't get freaked out, He said, turning around and giving her a warning look. It's a little messy. He whispered, smiling softly. Turning back to the door, he twisted his wrist, therefore turning the key, and opening the door. He peered inside, sliding a hand in and flipping the light up. He let her inside. A one room apartment stared back at them. It was rather clean for an 18-year-old's house, with a few pictures of his little family on the wall above his thirty-dollar couch. Sure, the frame was crooked, but he fixed that in a matter of seconds. He first want to pick up a few strewn sweatshirts, tossing them into his dresser inside his room. Just give me a sec, He said, darting around and pulling blankets up onto his bed, flattening the couch pillows, and picking up a pop-corn bowl and shoving it into the pantry. He stood in the door way when he was done, tossing his hoodie onto the coat-rack and stopping to breathe. When you walked into Alex's place, you saw a small entry floor with a cheap rug, a coat rack, and the entrance to the rest of the apartment. Through the entrance, there was his living room and kitchen. The living room consisted of a small television, a the couch, and a matching chair. A few lamps and such were strewn onto the counter where the tv sat, and on a nightstand between the couch and the small chair. By the tv was a playstation, two guitar controllers, and two normal controllers. A stack of DVDs and games piled next to it. The kitchen was a small island counter, a fridge against the wall, a stove, dishwasher, and sink. The rest of the wall was counters and cabinets. To the right of all that, was the door to the bedroom, and the door to the small bathroom with a shower, sink and toilet. The bedroom was blah; with plaid bedsheets slightly strewn, a dresser, lamp, desk with a laptop and a bookshelf. Pretty basic. Well here it is. Alex finally said.
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Post by keatie deville on Jul 6, 2008 16:52:49 GMT -5
Yellow Mattered Custard, Dripping From A Dead Dogs Eye
She had laughed and nodded. Yeah, I moved in with Tinsley. I didn't want to live alone in a bigger apartment, ours isn't bad, two bedroom, nice size. I'm not THAT bad. She smirked a little and rolled her eyes. Nice to meet you neighbor, sorry if I make too much noise at night. She winked playfully, referring to the sexy time noises. Of course she was kidding, she hadn't had sex in awhile, sadly for her. When he had warned her about the "messyness" she just raised her eyebrows in question. What should I expect from a male? It wasn't like she was expecting some kind of prestigious, sparkling room or anything. When she walked in, she looked around curiously, as she "gave Alex a sec." She laughed at him dashing around. Alex, it's fine. She assured him. It wasn't like she was analyzing everything he owned and where it was placed. He was funny character indeed.
Cute. Keatie was the kind of person to make herself at home anywhere. She could be in a death camp, and she'd make herself right at home. She didn't like feeling awkward in new places, and that wasn't something that usually happened anyway. She she put her purse down and started exploring. She went over to the photos and smiled, it was cute. She looked everywhere, at all of his video games, in his bedroom, in the bathroom and even looked inside the fridge. Yeah, she was that nosey. Just that bad. Well, I think it's cute. She called out at him when she let herself down on the couch. She looked around again, just amazed that for a guy, this was generally a normal apartment with normal things in it. {gasp}.
Alex... She had started, looking around still. Do you ever miss the people you left behind? She was feeling thoughtful right then and there, she began missing her little sister Kassie. When she thought about Kass, she always got depressed or something. She missed her so much. Kate was the kind of person to push everything aside, and try and forget the whole world. Today, though, it seemed like it wasn't working worth shit. All she could think about was how emotionally messed up she was, and how she can't have a relationship with her sister because she's so fucked up. No one would save her from herself, and a part of her hated the world for that. All her life, her family and friends had helped her through the thick and thin, maybe she just expected everyone to help her when she needed it. Maybe she expected way too much out if people. She was sick of who she was in all honesty, and all her friends seemed to be settling down with some guy or something. But look at her, little miss party it up all the time and have one night stands. Jesus, she wasn't screaming "relationship type" anytime soon. How pathetic she was. She could feel a lump in her throat, and she wanted to cry. No one could love her, and she had the hardest time even saying those words. For so long she had wanted all those emotions people talked about, but if people got close, Kate pushed them away. She looked away from Alex, so he couldn't see her face. She wasn't about to randomly start crying in the middle of the boys apartment. Bad impression.
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Post by alexander jay martin! on Jul 6, 2008 17:21:01 GMT -5
grease. She told him it was fine. What a way to calm him down. Miss cover girl, set-the-standards was telling him it was fine? He didn't stop until he was done cleaning. But he grinned when he finished, and she giggled. He loved that, it made him shiver with delight. He stepped out of the way, and in went Kate, making herself at home. He liked it, but it got a little odd when she thoroughly inspected his home. His room; which was pretty much off limits to everyone and everything. He got all jagged and fence-post-like when she entered, peering around the door to watch her flip through his things. The bathroom was fine, and so was the kitchen and living room. She finally sat down, and Alex loosened. My apartment isn't cute. It's... He said, jokingly and stroking his piercings funnily. Manly. He said, chuckling. Hopefully she wasn't evaluating him. He sat down next to her, leaning back against the couch in his short-sleeved shirt. Yep, it's pretty manly. And pretty boring. He said, nodding and looking around like he had a reason to. Do I ever miss... Yes. All the time. Especially my little sister Jopie, oh is she cute. She totally idolizes me. Man, I miss everyone. My band, my friends, everybody. He said. Now that he'd spoken, he realized he'd spilled a lot. It was a bit corny to just talk about your siblings like that, so he was a little embarrassed. But not so much that he'd try to change the topic. Because at that point, Kate looked like she was going to cry. He bit his piercing, eyeing her. Someone looks like they need a hug. He said. It had been a long silence and he knew that she knew he knew what she was asking. He smiled softly, to try and lift the mood. She'd just gotten to his place; it couldn'' get much worse. Crying on his couch-- he could see it then.
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Post by keatie deville on Jul 6, 2008 17:56:27 GMT -5
Crabalocker Fishwife
Pornographic Priestess
[/size][/font][/i][/center] Manly? Is that what you would call this? She rolled her eyes, rather amused at everything. Manly? Pfft. She felt his body sit itself next to hers. Her left hand went up to her neck and rubbed it slightly as she listened to him talk about his family. oh is she cute. She totally idolizes me. Kate started thinking back to her own little sister. Her sweet little face when she would see Kate, running up and hugging her. "I wanna be just like you Keatie." Kate always wanted to shake her said and say "No, god no your don't." But, it would just bring a smile to her face instead. A warm, genuinely happy smile. My sister, Kassie idolizes me too. She's only six, she think I'm like, the greatest thing since barbie. It was sad, but true. Kassie would cry when Keatie had to leave from visiting. She would hug her family and Kass would throw a fit just to make Kate stay longer. Keatie avoided Kass so much, but Kass still loved her more than anything. Oh jeeze, he wasn't so stupid after all, and he could figure out she was upset. Dang. She smiled a little. Maybe a little. What? her? Hugging? Le gasp! So not like Ms. DeVille. Maybe, Alex had some kind of secret drug in the air making it so she wasn't like herself at all. She turned too him and wrapped her arms under his, and around his body, her little face pressed up against his chest. It wasn't a quick hug. She really needed this right now. She closed her eyes, holding her breath and hoping that he wouldn't push her away. She wasn't used to rejection, ever. His body felt warm though, and she liked it. She was feeling better about the whole situation. Maybe he thought she was just weird now? She let go of her grip around him, backing off but still close. Sorry. She muttered under her breath, still pretty close too him but not as close as she had been. I can leave if you like. She didn't want to leave of course. She just didn't want Alex to feel awkward or anything. She bit her lip gently wondering what would happen next. It was like a waiting game or something. Like Jeapordy only different.
She was different around Alex for the most part, more of herself and less of a fake girl, less of her rude bitchy self. Weird, wasn't it? She didn't even understand it herself for the most part. She was really a sweet girl, to the people who knew her. Hell, she would visit old people for fun. (yet another secret) She backed away a little more from Alex, trying not to make it seem like she was all up on his grill - she didn't want to make him uncomfortable.
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Post by alexander jay martin! on Jul 6, 2008 23:56:07 GMT -5
i go the whole wide world, i go the whole wide world, just to find her; Keatie talked of her sister. She sounded a lot like his; probably the same age, too, by the sound of it. the greatest thing since Barbie. He chuckled slightly, lightening her mood. Or at least attempting to. But she seemed deep in thought, and he knew something was wrong. She definitely was a Barbie doll, now that Alex thought about it, cocking his head. I mean, maybe not better, but pretty frickin' close. He shook his head, daring the thoughts to leave him. Her arms slid under his, wrapping around his back. Her porcelain cheek was against his chest; his emo, yellow-band chest. He sucked in his breath. When he said the hug thing he wasn't exactly serious. But pretended he was, draping his arms around her shoulders and touching her back. She had a smooth back; soft and delicate through the black dress' thin fabric. He felt her chest pressed against his gut; then he took a breath for the first time in a sec. He rested his chin on her head, taking a slow breath and becoming calm. He liked this. This feeling of holding her so close, where she came to him for it, it made him feel exceptionally whole; needed in this dastardly world. It felt a lot better than his last girl-- all she wanted was to say she had a man in a band. And she wanted sex; a lot of it. And he just couldn't. It sort of shocked him out of women for a time. But then again, here he was. She slid out from him, and he smiled softly at her, still holding her fingers in his. She apologized, and he shook his head, grinning. Everyone needs a hug sometimes. He shrugged, trying not to make it corny. I mean, it was corny, but he wanted it to cheer her up a lot, and hoped that sort of corny statement some girl's dig would work. No, don't leave. He said hastily. I mean, you don't have to. You live right next door. I'd jsut follow you. He chuckled, making a playful joke out of his screw up. No, don't go! Pbbth. How pathetic of him. So he shook it off, of coarse. Hopefully Kate wouldn't be thrown back into that 'evaluation' mode and roll her eyes again. When she did that, he just, sort of shuddered. It wasn't that it was horrid to watch, it was just that she was already so viscous being such a cover girl. That was what he figured was the outside skin of her. Inside she liked guitar hero. Rock band. And hugged him. He wanted to keep her that way, he thought.
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Post by keatie deville on Jul 7, 2008 0:40:42 GMT -5
Was she scaring him? Was the closeness of them both giving him the creeps or something? Maybe she shouldn't be doing this with him, maybe he hadn't been serious about the whole hug thing. She was still holding onto him tightly though, like she was super glued on him or something. Was it depressing? Maybe a little that she was just clinging onto a pretty much complete stranger. She could feel his heartbeat, and it seemed to be increasing more and more. Wow, was he scared or something. Wow, she hoped not at least. No, don't leave. That made her smile a little, at least she didn't completely freak him out right? I mean, you don't have to. You live right next door. I'd just follow you. That made her laugh. Like a stalker? That thought made her smile even more. Wow, I've never had my own stalker before. I must be one of the luckiest girls to have a sexy ass guy following me around. Her body was still close to his, closer than it should have been, but in all honesty, she needed to know she had someone there. Someone that at least acted like he cared about her right? When stuff like this usually went down, it became sexual. But she wasn't feeling that way right now, and although she wouldn't mind it at all, she didn't think Alex exactly felt like that either.
She was looking at him now, looking at him in the eyes. Wow, he really did have some gorgeous eyes. Much more intoxicating than her own. Hers were blue, but not electric like his. Hers were more of the ocean, his were more neon. Like someone had put some kind of light in his eyes or something. When she had first met him, she could have sworn they were fake for the longest time - every time she saw him though, his "contacts" were always in. Maybe he did always where contacts, and he secretly had a really ugly grey eye color or something. Not like she cared, he would have still looked amazing. Why was she so attracted to him? Because he didn't give her some vodka the first step she took in his house, or didn't take her in his room, throw her on the bed and just have sex with her? Probably. It was new to actually have a decent conversation, if you could call it that. She was kind if staring, wasn't she? Oh snap! She was staring. Now she was just frozen, how embarrassing. Wait, was her face like an 3 inches away from his when before it was more like 6? Oh gee, she hadn't seen that one coming. She smiled a little and bit her lip. Not knowing what to say really. I won't leave, if you don't want me too Alex.
Beautiful little French girl, with the whole world at her feet - yet it was never enough. She always wanted more, in a sad way. To most people she was pretty much a mystery, but now to Alex she had opened up in such a short amount of time. It confused her, a lot. She didn't really know what this feeling was. It reminded her of when she first moved to America, and everything was different, the styles, objects, words. And now, she was learning new emotions as well. I'm sorry. She muttered, but she didn't even know what she was sorry for. Sorry for acting herself around him? Gah, she was confused now more than ever.
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Post by alexander jay martin! on Jul 7, 2008 1:06:33 GMT -5
i go the whole wide world, i go the whole wide world, just to find her; She was suddenly hugging him again. But this time, he was totally relaxed. Like he was hugging someone he'd known for a long time; like a childhood girl. Someone who actually needed or wanted him; not just some slut. Like a Stalker? He laughed out loud at this one. Yeah, I'm your new stalker. He said. But then she said something so horrifically hot he smirked. Who wouldn't want to stalk someone as gorgeous as you? Okay. It sounded a little bit better in his head. Like he was her stalker now. His face lit up as he blushed. What I meant-- I didn't mean it like I-- d-don't take it-- He was caught off guard, knowing now that he was screwed. Unless she could realized it was his cute, pathetic excuse for a compliment. Hopefully she would see that; he was trying to be cute. He meant what he said, but not the stalking bit. I won't leave if you don't want me to Alex. He smiled. Suddenly she was staring into his eyes, and he desperately wanted to kiss her. How long had it been when she looked away, he didn't know. Must've been forever. But then he leaned in, grasping her small arm, and claiming her lips gently. His snake bite must've been cold; unless they were warm from him chewing on them. But he held the kiss for a long minute or so, then pulling away shyly. He looked away, his face red. I'm sorry, I'm sorry. That was gay. He said, almost ashamed of himself for grasping her so quickly. Maybe he wasn't sorry, he just didn't want to be rude. He looked at her one more time before it got awkward for himself. You want to... play a game or movie or something...? He asked, smiling softly and nodding towards the stack of them on the edge of the counter top. It would be fun-- and not be so much pressure for him to be someone she would like. Then again, he didn;t really care. He jsut wanted to have fun, and at the moment, a video game or a movie sounded like a hell of a lot of fun. But he didn't want to pressure her to play or anything, y'know? He just offered some fun down time.
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Post by keatie deville on Jul 7, 2008 1:44:06 GMT -5
She's In Your Grasp, Will You Take Her? [/i][/font] He was adorable, the way he would blush at the littlest things. She had laughed at his little comment about people stalking her. It had made her whole face light up and her bright white smile had shone though. Wow, he really did make her laugh. He was funny in her opinion, a lot better than those boring guys who just talked about football and all that snap. BORING. He was just himself, and that made her happy. Someone was actually being themselves around her. I think your adorable.
He grasped her arm and kissed her, shivers ran up her spine. She didn't expect that one at all. She kissed back anyway, before he turned away looking as red as rubies. "I'm sorry, that was gay." Why did he have to be so damn adorable, and then he started going on about movies and video games and --stuff. She wasn't really listening now, she just shrugged a little. Whichever is fine with me. She looked at him for a few more seconds before leaning in and kissing him again. This time, she parted her lips slightly, and let herself French kiss him (pun intended). This wasn't like the kisses before though. It was a lot more relaxed and slowly, not aggressive like all the others had been. She didn't feel like fucking his brains out, she just wanted to kiss him. Feel his lip rings against her baby soft skin. She was close to him now, her hands were on his and she was slowly let her tongue find his. She wondered how fast his heartbeat would be now. She had noticed he wasn't exactly 'out there' like most of her friends were.
She let her small dainty hands reach up to the top of his arm as her manicured nail ran gently down his arm. Maybe it would give him that tickled effect? She didn't know. She felt bad, maybe he had a girlfriend or something? Bah, she doubted that he would cheat on a girl though. He just didn't seem the type. He was a sweet guy, not like a complete jerk who would break a girls heart like most guys. Most guys, who would use a girl and then leave them for all they're worth. Alex just didn't seem like that kind of person. Even with her knowing him for only a couple of weeks, it just seemed so unlikely. She wasn't breaking away from this kiss anytime soon, even when her cell went off she didn't break away. She began leaning back slowly though, taking his arms and dragging him on top of her. She broke the kiss for a few minutes and looked up at him with her sweet little face. it looked breakable, almost. She wasn't being slutty, or at least trying not to be. She just liked feeling his body pressed up against hers. Sorry... She mutterered again.. See, there she goes again, apologizing for god knows what.
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Post by alexander jay martin! on Jul 7, 2008 10:36:13 GMT -5
i go the whole wide world, i go the whole wide world, just to find her; Alex was a bit thrown off with her comment. so adorable. He grinned. I know. He joked, laughing and dipping his head into his shoulders cutely. He batted his eyes like he was all that and then looked at her and laughed. Of coarse he was joking; who would actually do that seriously and with a strait face? Alex didn't know anyone that would, thank god. But her comment was sweet, like she meant it. Just like you, He said after that, smiling sweetly, if she were catching his drift. Total flirt, even if it were corny and stupid. His electric blue eyes were latched onto hers. Now that he noticed, they were so natural looking. Glints of green shone in it, but the blue was just the color of the sea. His were so bright and powerful, he almost got jealous. He almost wanted normal eyes at the moment. Whichever is fine with me. she had said. And he really didn't care either. Maybe he didn't want to do anything, really. They had only met last week. Wow, last week? It felt like they had known each other for much longer; like forever. Alex became a bit dumbfounded then, thinking about it and finding evidence to confirm they'd only known each other for a full week, y'know? And yes. Met Monday of last week, at the park. Totally freaked her out when he approached her, but she didn't push him away by any means, and that was a great sign. Usually he'd approach someone and they'd either wrinkle their nose and dart away, wrinkle their nose and dart into a store, or the rare third option, talk to him and end up hanging out with him. That was his favorite. But all of the sudden he was being kissed. He found her French little tongue and he tried not to smile in mid-kiss. He kissed her back. Gently and naturally. His hand slid to her arm, but her fingers ran gently up his. He shivered, his heart rate increasing somewhat. She had long fingernails, the ones that slid with ease over your skin. She got to the top of his arm then moved back down, making him cry out in his head. She was a beautiful kisser. He was just happy that she wasn't smothering him into the dirt. It was a graceful kiss, nice and calm. He liked that. Not as much pressure. She then seemed to pull him over her. He was a bit caught, but definately didn't hesitate. It wasn't like he was pouncing on top of her. He just did, running a hand through her hair, and the other under her back. She then pulled away, apologized for god knows what. He looked at her, disappointed and confused. He then smiled softly and reassuringly, shuffling off of her a bit. Why are you sorry? You don't have to be. He said, touching her arm softly, now that he was sitting next to her rather than on top of her.
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Post by keatie deville on Jul 7, 2008 13:42:26 GMT -5
She's In Your Grasp, Will You Take Her? [/i][/font]
Alex, a really sweet young boy who was probably one of the most adorable guys she had met. He treated her like a normal person, rather than an object. He wasn't so "forward" in his flirting. Instead of some kind of corny pick up line, he was sweet about what he said and when he said it. Initially, when Alex had first approached she was a little confused. She was almost positive she gave him one of those "oh gee a freak is talking too me, should I run?" looks. Pretty sad now, she absolutely adored Alex. Like a brother or sister, only different. She was thankful now, that she hadn't just stuck her hand up to his face and said "say it to the hand." Kind of thing. Honestly, she might have if she hadn't of soon figured out he was new - then she felt sorry for him being the new kid. She had personally only experienced those "new kid" feelings when she had first moved to America. She had fretted for hours on that plane about whether or not people would like her, and if she could speak English well enough for them. And yes, moving from France to new York is a little different, but so is the suburbs to the city. She still had thought of it as the same, because at least in France she was used to the city life, and all that jazz. It wasn't new, but for him it was. So, she had decided just to be nice right? What would be the harm in that? She would never see him again and plus, they probably wouldn't even talk after that day - or so she had thought. It turned out Mr. Martin and Ms. DeVille really did hit it off well. He wasn't constantly depressed like she had automatically assumed. She supposed that the needed saying right then was "don't judge a book by its cover." That infamous quote became very real for her when she met Mr. Martin. She was expecting someone, or something completely different. He was in a band, and that was all she had really guessed about him that was right - he wasn't sad or depressing to be around, and as far as she knew, he didn't hate the world. He didn't talk about death, destruction, and carry a knife in his pocket for when he wanted to cut himself. Wasn't she being so stereotypical? Sad, wasn't it? But she had soon done decided he was a decent guy, a guy that she would hang out with and stuff. Which all lead to the whole going to the club and inviting him a long thing. Maybe it was a bit too, uh, classy for a random meet up, but really that was the only place Ms. DeVille could even think of. Now, here they were flirting and all that jazz, kissing even. Who would have guessed it? Now if someone only walked in, they would never believe it was Keatie. Or they might, considering her um, reputation. Shallow, Slut, Sleezy, Self Centered. She hated those names; not like most people came out and addressed her as a slut, but they might as well have. She knew they thought it, and knew they talked. There was no secret to that.
She was so wrapped up in the moment, she could feel herself wanting to get more aggressive with the kissing, he was running his hand through her hair, and frankly, it drove her insane. In the good way. Why are you sorry? You don't have to be. She really didn't know why she had apologized, wow she was acting odd. Taking his arm and pulling him back on top of she kissed his lips gently before looking at him, their faces ever so close. She pressed her porcelain nose against his and brought her hand up to his face, running it down his cheek. She liked feeling his soft skin, and his pretty face. Despite the clothes Alexander wore, he was still amazingly handsome. Her free hand ran up his shirt feeling his chest as she went in for another kiss, still sweet and delicate like the last one.
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Post by alexander jay martin! on Jul 7, 2008 15:19:34 GMT -5
i go the whole wide world, i go the whole wide world, just to find her; Alex smiled softly. He really still couldn't believe he was there; with this gorgeous French girl with him. On his couch. Wow. He felt like he could be himself around her; like he wasn't the emo kid anymore. He was just a kid that pierced his lip. After he'd told her it was okay, she responded sweetly. Her fingers wrapped delicately around his arm, just above his elbow, pulling him over her again. Her lips pursed against his one more time before she pulled away. He was still in the moment, his eyes slid shut. He then opened them slowly, latching their electric color onto hers. Her nose pressed against his, and he smiled softly, his hand skimming across her cheek. You're amazing, He whispered, barely audible to anyone but her. He closed his eyes. Then he was kissed, and he pulled himself against her. It felt so good. He wasn't sure if it were the fact that it was her, Keatie, the French girl that needed him. Or maybe it was her, Keatie, the gorgeous, hot, super model babe. It had to be the first. Just the fact that it was a girl that wanted him there. It wasn't just lust or anything. There was a reason he was there. She kissed him again, and he kissed back, obviously. He felt her gorgeous hand run across his cheek, and he shivered lightly. His hands almost followed her; on her small sides. She was so delicate, he almost had to be careful. As they kissed, his arms slid around her waist, one hand going and running through her long blond locks. Gawd, she was gorgeous. He was loosing himself against her. He was thanking the Lord for putting this girl in his arms, thanking Him for giving him the nerve to approach this cover girl at the park last Monday. Thanking Him for her. Even though he just wound up embarrassing himself in front of her, she would always just laugh, or roll her eyes. Maybe even tease him. Though some of it didn't feel the best, she never lef him. She never actually told him, Bug off you emo joke. Go cut yourself. Funny thing was, Alex never laid a knife on himself in his life. Ever. Sometimes he got thoughts in his head; like when he got dumped by 'the love of his life' on eighth grade. Psht, what a baby. He even thought about that now, Wow, was I a baby or what. But never a knife came into the picture. He was back kissing Kate. He had complimented her; that was a start. He was still hovering over her, trying not to put too much of his weight onto her lithe body. He could crush her, he thought. So he held himself up on his elbow, but still hissed her like he could anyway. Gawd, he was gone, now.
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Post by keatie deville on Jul 7, 2008 16:38:14 GMT -5
She's Break You Down Darlin, Watch yourself She could feel him so close, smell his scent (which wasn't bad, thank god), she herself smelt like Britney Spears' "Curious." Not like she liked Britney Spears or anything, but it was a great smelling perfume. She was enjoying the moment more than anything right now though. You're amazing Wow, she had never been called that before. Well, during sex maybe, but that was completely different to now. They weren't fucking each other like animals, they were just kissing like lovers or something. He was sweet, nice, gentle and she really liked this more than the wam bam thank you ma'am. Never in a million years would she had thought that she would be laying on his couch with him on top of her making out. So are you, mon cherie. She actually didn't realize she had spoke French until a few seconds after she had said it. She giggled in her high pitched, "signature" French way. It sounded like a child's laugh really, but it was cute and people seemed to like it. She loved how gentle he was, how it was like he was so scared of hurting her or something. No one else used to do that. It made her smile a lot really. It was endearing and sweet. She liked who he was. She still had her hands under his shirt and she brought her hands down, and took the end bit if the shirt in her hands before pulling it over his head. She brought the kisses down to his neck and bit on it gently. Trying not to hurt him or anything before she went up to his ear and nibbled there next. Her little hands were all over him now, she didn't know how far she was pushing her luck, would he be mad at her for this? Was she crossing some kind of invisible line? She brought her little face back over to Alex's before kissing him again. That wasn't what she wanted to be to him. She didn't want to be just another object to use. She didn't want to think that of him either.
She pressed her body up against his gently, her hands running all over his back and pulling him closer. He was like the whole package that she didn't deserve. A part of her wanted to reach out and take him, but at the same time. Would it even be fair? Keatie wasn't a person for relationships really, she felt like they tied her down - she was freakishly commitment scared. Alex deserves one of those sweet girls who knew what they wanted out of life. He didn't deserve a slut. Now she was being selfless, which was weird for her. Very weird. She began arching her back and wrapping her arms around so she could unzip her dress. She pulled it down slightly and let it rest on her belly button, her strapless pink lacey bra only there now, any further down and she would just be completely in her underwear. She pulled away from the kiss for a second, and she looked at him with a semi worried expression. Should they really be doing this? Maybe he was like a virgin or something and she was corrupting him.
Plus, he was young, eighteen. At his age, all that was on her mind was boys, party, and sex. Well, that was still on her mind - but she was beginning to thinking more of her life more, think more of what she wanted to do, and how she wanted to change. All that stuff. She wanted to party less, and cuddle more. She had seen her friends holding hands and snuggling with their significant other - it was sweet and honestly, she wanted that more than sex. Sure, she liked having her choices when it came to guys. But the happiness her friends seemed to feel when they were in "love." Looked appealing.
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Post by alexander jay martin! on Jul 7, 2008 23:09:57 GMT -5
your body's cold, but girl we're gettin' so warm; So are you mon cherie. Alex shivered. Her French was gorgeous; and it made perfect sense, since she was indeed French. He felt the electricity race up his spine, forcing a small smile on his lips. So it had been a week, and after knowing her, he knew she was daring. She partied, definitely. Almost not his type. And he knew she liked sex; it just came with the partying and drinking. But him? He never thought she'd come onto him. Especially after a week of texting and such.And now? In his apartment? Alex hadn't seen it coming. First he was kissing her passionately, trying not to crush her. Next her hands slid under his shirt, pulling it up over his head. His hair poofed when the neckline of it slid past his ears, falling daintily back into place. His eyes were wide, electric still, like he just got shocked. He was upright now, and he still had his hands on her side, until the shirt came off. He slouched, until the shirt came off, and he was smiling, until the shirt came off. He was suddenly jagged, upright, and looked shocked. Not that he didn't like it. He looked at her, for an answer of some sort; searching her sea foam pretty eyes. Nothing. She looked like she did before, like she really needed him; wanted him. Not just as a toy, but something more. He looked back and then she latched her luscious lips onto his neckline. It drove him crazy; the feeling he got then did. His arms wrapped around her, he then kissed her softly once more, his snake bite obviously very warm now that she'd been against them the whole time. His hand found the couch to rest against as he slid back over her, feeling her try to unzip her dress. Alex went crazy. This girl wanted him. Not just your average French girl, a gorgeous French girl that he really got along with. Maybe he'd regret what he was doing. Maybe he wouldn't, and he was really doing the right thing with her. The future as far as this went was hazy. Maybe he'd get a whole shit load of gossip, and get Keatie in huge trouble. Maybe not. Maybe he finally would loose his puny virginity to this girl. And he wouldn't mind. Then again, he might mind. He might be really pissed. Maybe she'll be really pissed. Everyone at his age had to have lost theirs, like, in high school. He was a freaking baby, and he decided it was about time. He slid an arm around her, his fingers easily sliding the zipped down to it's resting point just above her panties. His hand skimmed the crook in her back, adoring the chill of it. Maybe they should move, if they were going any farther. To his bedroom? He had a queen in there. But he didn't want to, because, perhaps he would be pushing it, or making her think that was all he wanted. Which indeed wasn't true. Keatie was someone Alex wanted to be able to snuggle with, to hold hands and be himself around. Not be just another emo guy to her. He wanted to live up to her standards and be the one she wanted to be with.
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Post by keatie deville on Jul 7, 2008 23:40:36 GMT -5
She's Break You Down Darlin, Watch yourself
She was so into the moment, everything in her wanted to just go at it. But at the same time, she wanted him to be okay with this, she wasn't pressuring him or anything. She felt like she was practically going insane though, she was feeling light headed, and all of her thoughts were thrown out the window for a few minutes as she continued kissing him. That's when she stopped and bit her lip feeling guilty. Oh geeze, what if he was mad at her? She pushed him off gently and wrapped her arms around her bare stomach. Am I pressuring you Alex? She looked concerned, like she actually cared - and really she did. She didn't want to be one of those stupid bitches who ended up making a guy regret he was ever born, and really, she had done that before. A lot of times. She had made guys fall head over heels and in love with her, just for her to turn around with an evil smirk on her face. Dangerous angel, that's what she was. She was like a Black Widow spider, who mated with the male before eating him. Sick isn't it? Well she was that spider, the one who got what she wanted, and then destroyed him in the end. The female of the species is more deadly than the male.
Touching his face with her soft hands she kissed him softly, sitting up more now. She didn't really bother to cover her bra, it wasn't like she was ashamed of her body or anything. She moved to she could stand up, her dress falling down. She stood there in her panties and bra, looking at him with question. She had a beautiful body. Decent sized boobs, nice and skinny, and beautiful shaped legs, smooth and shiny. She bit her lip and stood there for a few seconds, trying to figure out what to say next. I... She wanted to say, "I'm not using you." But a part of her knew he still deserved better, and she couldn't give him that. She liked her conversations with him, and spending time with him, and she was honest to god scared of losing all of that over damn "spur of the moment, tensions are high" kinda thing. What if he was the type of guy who needed a girlfriend to do that stuff, or maybe he was waiting until marriage? Some people were really like that - although she never really understood.
It wasn't like she had anything, like no AIDS, of HIV. She had been tested, and she didn't sleep with everyone. She could count on two hands how many guys she had slept with. Pretty good right? Especially when you lived in New York City. But still, she was ashamed for letting it go to waste to easily. She was a sweet girl, with a lot to offer if you let her. She was beginning to think maybe he didn't want her now. She only lived next door, she could just run out now, and never look back. Block him online, and on her phone, lock her doors and avoid him completely. Not that she wanted to run from him - she wanted to run from the feeling she got around him, whatever they were, they were scary.
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