` * i want to KISS YOU IN THE RAIN. [cassie]

[` carter alyssa westwood]

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[/i] much![/b][/color] I laughed, my biceps tightening more and more with every 'so' I said. We were extremely affectionate friends, used to hugging and the like, so I kissed her hair and grinned, finally setting her down. Oh, look, I messed your hair up.[/b] I said, lifting my hand to my mouth, licking the whole surface and reaching toward her head, the impending danger drawing nearer and nearer. Any moment now I expected her to knock my hand away.

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[Cassie & Brett Hills]

CASSIE § HILLS

» I COULD TELL TODAY WAS GOING TO BE A GOOD DAY; I WAS IN A good mood, the weather was nice, it was after school and I was heading to the barn to ride my horse, and meet up with Mason. We had become good friends over the past few weeks, which was suprising, considering we were in two totally different cliques and I was usually a hard person to break the ice with. But I guess it was something about him that I liked more than anything else about him, and accepted. Although I wasn't sure what that was, yet. I was sure I would figure it out soon enough. Even weirder, was that although I didn't admit it and I never would, there was a sliver somewhere in me that was letting me trust him. Out of all other people in the school, I don't know how it happened. Maybe I was wrong about some parts of myself, overall? About what made me, me. As I continue to think about it, I just had one thought that maybe Mason was the one changing me. But I wasn't sure if it was in a good or bad way.

» AS I GREW CLOSER TO REACHING THE BARN I WONDERED MORE about Mason and his horse. We hadn't really talked about horses in general even, really, which was suprising since I was a very competitive rider and always busy with taking care of Abercrombie and making sure he was in top shape. How I loved that horse, even underneath his stubborn-ness, hyperness and the little fits I would have with him whenever he would be trying to test me. One day I was positive we would make it big, someday. But currently, High School was the only thing getting in the way of my dreams. But it wouldn't be too much longer before I could finally be free, and do what I wanted, fulfilling my dreams as I wished.

» I SPED DOWN THE DRIVEWAY TO THE BARN, "DANCE WITH ME" BY 3OH!3 blasting through the speakers of my shiny, yet small and compact black Pontiac Solstice I drove. I almost hated driving it, feeling it was much too fancy for a teenager to have. It also made me look perfect, coming from a rather wealthy family, and being spoiled to death. But hell, if people thought I was perfect even after sitting down and talking to me for five minutes, they had something wrong with them. But with Mason I didn't quite get, because although he knew I wasn't perfect, he saw me that way no matter what. Which made me feel special, and I understood where he was coming from. And thinking about it, it was pretty acceptable, in my own personal opinions. It made me smile, thinking about Mason now. But I wasn't quite sure- I knew I loved him as a friend, but did I love him as something more? Mmm, that would have to take some time to think about. The time I didn't have right now.

» I TURNED DOWN THE RADIO, TURNING THE KEYS IN THE IGNITION AND pulling it out, slipping them into my bag I had with me with my riding stuff. Almost immediatly, I saw the one and only Mason, coming my direction with a huge grin on his face, the same charming smile he wore everytime I saw him. Suddenly I was wrapped in his arms. Mmm, I always loved the way he smelled of cologne. "Oh, Cass, I missed you so so SO much!" His hug got tighter with every 'so' he added on, and almost got to the point where he was going to start suffocating me, but that was okay. As long as I was in his arms. "You too!" Following a light kiss on the top of my head, as he ruffled up my hair. "Oh, look, I messed your hair up." My eyes widened in disgust as I saw him lick the palm of his hand, drawing it closer ot my head. If he touched me now, he was going to die. "Ew, get your hand the fuck away!" I slapped his wrist, ducking to avoid it, a playful laugh following afterwards. "You know, you're cute." I said, smiling, really meaning what I had just said. "Are you going to ride today? I was planning to, maybe we could ride together." I suggested, imagining Abercrombie immediatly becoming enemies with the horse, kicking him and beating him up as he wished, horse style. I smirked slightly at the thought, waiting for anything else Mason

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S t a t u s ;; f-f-f-finished!
W o r d s ;; o.769
N o t e s ;; what the fuckkk has been up with my muse lately x________x
C o p y r i g h t ;; Everything in this post, including the image, idea, format, and everything elsle down to the very last word of this post belongs to Cassie at Forever && Always. If I see anything stolen or used without my permission and used somewhere else, that person or persons will be knocked unconcious, stuffed into a banana box and wake up somewhere in Cuba the next day surrounded by hungry monkeys. Got it? Good.

[masonchaplin]

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[/i] She said. I wanted to do a double-take, to see if she'd really said what I thought she just had. But I wouldn't dare look at the girl yet, a neon red blush spread across my cheeks, dark for a boy's face. I looked away from my car, not wanting to seem obnoxious, and looked at the gravel, revealing my embarassment. I almost expected her to draw in a scared gasp, as if she were afraid of my obvious feelings for her. I lifted my eyes to hers in an unexpected blur of courage, grinning bravely. 'Ah, you don't give yourself near enough credit. You put me to shame.' I smiled sweetly, my hands reaching out for her face, buttery smooth, kissing her cheek. I'd come close to her face before, kissing her hair, her hand, but never this. I blushed darker and turned away as she suggested riding together, embarassed again. Why I pushed myself to these desperate measures, I did not know. I guess I wanted to be with her that badly.

» 'Yeah, I actually was. That was kind of the plan, Cass.' I said, jokingly condescending, my tone snobbish and playfully rude. I kicked up a stone that hit her in the thigh, and chuckled, my smooth side back, thank God. It had been deserting me lately and I did not like to feel alone in this world, like I had no balls. That might be a key necessity in attracting Cass, after all. Smiling back at her after a moment, as if I hadn't just had this slightly disturbing conversation with myself in my head, I spoke again. 'We can head out to the woods and I'll show you this place I like to go.' I offered sweetly. True, I'd only been out to the waterfall once before, but that didn't make it any less important to me. I gave the site as much credit as a guy could without sounding like a gay, tree-hugging nature-freak. But we would get to that part of our little entourage later.

» As we walked across the gravel toward the barn entrance, I moved closer, taking her hand in mine casually and swinging it back and forth as we walked with every step. I looked over to see the expression on her face, a swift duck of my head at the ground and a shift of my eyes completing the action, but maybe it hadn't hit her yet that I'd tried to make a move. However, since she didn't seem upset, I kept my hand there, my thumb moving back and forth across the back of hers. Hoping my touch had gotten to her, I looked back at my crush again. God, she was beautiful. The dim light filtering through the clouds fell upon her face and she reflected it back, like a lesser but more lovely moon. Her eyes glittered under black eyeliner, her hair fell in the most interesting way. Interesting because I never thought I'd fall in love with a girl like her. And it was love. I'd known Cass long enough to understand how I felt about her. Even in this moment, I hated looking down at her. It seemed so condescending to have to lower my gaze to see her beautiful face, especially when I wanted so desperately to be on her level, to understand how she was feeling.

» As we came up to the barn, safely crossing the parking lot, her hand in mine, I slid back the closed barn door, allowing Cassie to go first, sticking my tongue out at her playfully as she ducked under my arm to get in. Swatting at her butt, stopping my hand before I hit anything, I darted in behind her, laughing giddily. I felt strangely high, or drunk. Cassie was intoxicating me. My arm draping around her shoulder as we walked down the barn aisle, I leaned against her as if I really were drunk. I grinned cheesily at her, our eyes meeting, only inches away. I couldn't resist. I was feeling so touchy-feely today. I leaned forward to kiss her cheek again, hoping that if a passerby saw us, he or she would think we were dating. Because if a stranger assumed it, we had to be close, right?


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[Cassie & Brett Hills]

CASSIE § HILLS

» I COULD TELL THAT MASON WAS REALLY, REALLY INTO ME. I
knew more than he thought I did, though. Just like every guy, I knew he had his fantasies about me. Especially for a guy like him, he probably wouldn't be able to deny it if I asked him. He was so cute the way he acted around me, too. I knew he had a reputation for playing girls back and forth, but he was so different around me than the other girls. Maybe that's what got me to fall for him; I fell for the charm he had used around me. I could tell it made him nervous, even being around me made him nervous. I smiled at the thought, imagining us going out. Hmm, I really didn't know if I was ready for that yet. If he asked me out, I would say yes, give it a shot. But did I just feel a strong love for us as friends, or could it possibly grow into something more, too? The thought lingered, something that would probably be bothering me later, keeping me from getting any sleep at night. Oh well, who says it wasn't worth it?

» I FOUND IT SWEET HOW MASON WAS SO OBNOXIOUS AROUND his friends, but around me he was one of the sweetest and most sensitive guys I knew. It made me happy, despite the fact the stinging and throbbing scars and scratches on my wrists were from other drama and shit that people caused. It made me think a bit, and I think I decided that Mason was one, if not the only one who I was truely happy around. He made my day everyday, with his sweet attitude, and his good sense of humor got to me. Thinking about it gave me butterflies, almost to the point where I felt like falling over. Was I really his in love with him though? Or was it just when I thought about us together I got this way? Either way, I guess it ment something.

» "WE CAN HEAD OUT TO THE WOODS, AND I'LL SHOW YOU
this place I like to go." Ah, I remembered perfectly what happened last time I did that. Such memories, and all of them seemed to be full of regrets. Dreamside. Jace. It filled me with disgust, and I refused to think about it at the moment. The thought struck me with a pang of uneasyness, unsureness about riding today, now. Especially since me and Mason were closer than I was with Jace, it would be too easy to make that mistake again. But yet again, this wasn't the Mason I had known before, and although I wouldn't admit this to anyone, I think I was starting to trust him. I wasn't sure if that was a good or bad thing yet, but I was sure I would find out soon enough. "Sounds good." Now to go get Abercrombie ready. He was going to love the trails.

» A SMALL SMILE SHOWED ON MY LIPS AS HE TOOK MY HAND IN his, swinging it back and forth with each step we took. I would almost say we were together, and the way we acted around eachother. The only thing was that the chemistry wasn't all the way there yet. It was there, it was just having a hard time showing through the both of us. The way he teased me and played around with me, I hadn't really gotten from any guy before, as much as I used to date.

» I FELT HIM BEHIND ME, FOLLOWING ME DOWN THE BARN ISLE towards Abercrombie's stall, his arm coming around my shoulder as he began to lean on me more and more, walking like he was drunk. I turned to look at him, our eyes meeting. He leaned in to kiss my cheek again, yet another smile spreading acrossed my lips as he did so. I was nearly tempted to ask this earlier, but I didn't. Now, I couldn't resist. "So, what's on your mind?" Such a simple question, yet if you thought about it, it had a meaning. Awaiting an answer, I realized we were infront of Ab's stall now, the big bay Warmblood had his head over the side, his ears pricked up and alert, looking my direction like he was waiting for some action to happen. I smirked, almost tempted to hug Mason even tighter, but resisted the urge. I don't know what was stopping me, I guess, I'd just save that for later.

S t a t u s ;; complete
W o r d s ;; o,755
N o t e s ;; shit, son. where art thou muse? Dx
C o p y r i g h t ;; Everything in this post, including the image, idea, format, and everything elsle down to the very last word of this post belongs to Cassie at Forever && Always. If I see anything stolen or used without my permission and used somewhere else, that person or persons will be knocked unconcious, stuffed into a banana box and wake up somewhere in Cuba the next day surrounded by hungry monkeys. Got it? Good.

[masonchaplin]

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[/i] She had asked me moments before. I had spaced out and still hadn't given her an answer, so I supposed I should. And I assumed that she wanted an honest one, so I gave her the truth. Bluntly. You. I said, moving my eyes from the golden straw of Abercrombie's stall and back up to her beautiful face. God couldn't have created a more perfect angel to sit at his sky in the heavens and watch over me. Yet he had sent her to Earth. Perhaps to strengthen my faith? I'd gone to church a few times, but never had I thought of religion outside of the chapel or debate class until now. But I'm gonna go tack up Ollie. You know, get you off my mind. I winked, grinning before leaving.

» I did anything but get the girl off of my brain. As soon as I was out of earshot, I was cursing myself. God, I cannot believe I just did that. I whispered loudly, anger written all over my face. I was mentally kicking myself in the ass for the dumb, cheesy move I'd just made. What the heck did she think of me now? I tried not to degrade myself too much, as I moved between Ollie's stall and the tack room, grabbing his saddle and bridle after brushing him down, tacking the gelding up quickly. He seemed to be happy that I was there, his attitude light and breezy, a complete contrast with mine. Ollie was a sunny day, I was a full-on rainstorm and the clouds were following me home. Leaving the Arabian's stall and my forecast behind, I returned back to Cass and Abercrombie. Ready, pretty girl? I smiled, reaching over to tug at her hair. Or does Abercrombie here not trust you heading out with me? I smiled, tossing a theatrically suspicious glare at the horse, who was standing boredly waiting our expedition.

» Yet just after I'd asked this question, she turned her arm in such a way that scars suddenly became apparent on her wrist. It wasn't like I hadn't expected them, but I hadn't prepared on them being so deep, so long. I bit my tongue, wondering if I should hold back on asking her about it, but I couldn't. She was my baby girl and I was her big protector. I wouldn't let anyone hurt her, even if the afllictor was herself. Reaching out, almost as if under impulse, I grabbed at the girl's pale arm, gentle as I could be while still being firm. Cass, when did you open these up? I said. I might have made her really angry with the question, because I knew Cass' temper, but the heartbreak and hurt in my voice would stop her from at least mauling my balls out. My voice cracked halfway through the sentence, my eyes beseeching hers as if I had been the one she'd cut. And I almost was. It hurt so badly to know that she had been hurting while I was with her. That I had let my guard down enough to let her fall. And I would never forgive myself for it. 24/7, I would watch her, be with her, take care of Cassie. I would protect her for all the rest of my days if that was what it took to keep her safe from harm.

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[Cassie & Brett Hills]

CASSIE § HILLS

» TODAY WAS A GOOD DAY TO BE IN A DECENT MOOD, SOMETHING that didn't come around me as much as I liked; only every few days or so. Something I hadn't realized yet, though, was that one of the only times during my day I was happiest when I was around Mason. Not only could I tell by the way I felt around him, but the sound to my voice sounded happier, and my eyes had a different kind of sparkle to them,. Along with my face, I just gave off a happier expression than I normally did.

S t a t u s ;; unfinishedddd
W o r d s ;; o,ooo
N o t e s ;; finish lata. keep getting distracted Dx
C o p y r i g h t ;; Everything in this post, including the image, idea, format, and everything elsle down to the very last word of this post belongs to Cassie at Forever && Always. If I see anything stolen or used without my permission and used somewhere else, that person or persons will be knocked unconcious, stuffed into a banana box and wake up somewhere in Cuba the next day surrounded by hungry monkeys. Got it? Good.