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Post by Cassie & Brett Hills on Apr 8, 2009 21:48:48 GMT -5
 CASSIE § HILLS» YOU KNOW, I CAN HONESTLY SAY I'VE NEVER TAKEN SCHOOL seriously. I mean I have, but not as seriously as I should. But it's not like what you think. I did my homework, studied for tests and quizzes and participated in class. I was a good student overall. The thing was that I took too many risks outside of school. They were life changing, and dangerous, and I highly regret the majority of them. But it was okay, because everyone made mistakes... right? Wrong. The result in the end only taught me that I can't trust myself. Which what I kind of deserved, I guess.
» I WINCED AT THE PAIN MY LEFT WRIST AS I NEARLY KILLED myself trying to get my History book out of my locker, they had to be so small. I barely made it to class on time, walking in quickly and swiftly sitting down in my assigned seat. Opening my notebook, I got to a blank page, grabbing out a pen and jotted anything down that I thought the teacher said was important. I was pretty organized; having a section for notes, homework, or anything else. I opened my book up to the page the teacher was assigning for homework and began to work on it in class, like I always did. And not paying attention to the teacher now was causing me to space off. Soon enough without even realizing it at first, almost my entire paper was covered with stars, hearts and swirls, all shaded differently, all different sizes and many little details added to them. But soon enough, WHAM! I jumped up to see the teacher had hit my desk hard to get my attention, "Pay attention, please." I looked down at my notebook, realizing what I did and turning to a new page, going to start the homework until I realized my pen wasn't with me anymore. I looked around, seeing it on the floor next to another classmate's desk. "Shit, can you get that?" I asked politely, pointing to my pen on the floor, my bright blue eyes making contact with theirs. I hadn't quite gotten the chance to meet very many people yet, I mean I knew people, but not personally. But now hopefully that I was getting used to the school and it was under my hand now, I would have less time to worry and more time to socialize. Not one of my favorite things to do, but I had to have some kind of reputation. Or I could just be completely missunderstood, and this whole school could be filled with nothing but assholes; I knew what that was like, I had experienced it before, and some of them would be the reasons for my 'risks' I took in life, too. F*ck them, they weren't here anymore. I could start
new.
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text banner;; rooftops - lost prophets
Notes ;; BLAH. CRAPPY CRAPPY POST. My muse is dead. But once I get started more on the site, it should get better =]
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Post by masonchaplin on Apr 10, 2009 19:00:10 GMT -5
 ( PEOPLE MOVING ALL THE TIME ) [/color] i n s i d e a p e r f e c t l y s t r a i g h t l i n e [/font][/center] [/b] I muttered in a low whisper to her, giving one of my dazzling crooked grins. That always knocked the girls dead. Somehow, I didn't see it working on Cass. She was invincible. She had to be immune to everything. The Playboy magazine rushed back into my head, my terrible report card, Hayley Olphum's face as I crawled out of her bed and left, all the things I had been. All of these, replaced by the image of her lovely, baby blue eyes. Oh. I could fall asleep in them, the color of where the ocean met the sky. Like water to a man near death after months in the desert. It was everything I had been, and suddenly, I saw what I could be with her help. I was desperate to speak to her again. I'd finally done it, after staying away for so long. And she was not some dumb, depressed, emo girl, no. She was so much more. God, could I even listen to myself? I was obsessed. This was not right. I was an Elite, she was an Unknown. I would be going to one of the hottest parties in Laudeville tonight, she would probably be at home reading a book. But maybe I could invite her to one of those parties. Maybe I could launch her onto the scene and make her everything. Maybe I could make her mine.[/ul][/size][/blockquote] word counter 1103! template by wreckoftheday ! of caution. |
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Post by Cassie & Brett Hills on Apr 10, 2009 20:39:48 GMT -5
CASSIE § HILLS » AND STARTING NEW IS EXACTLY WHAT I DID. ALTHOUGH IT WAS completely impossible to forget my past, my regrets, I tried to forget about it as much as I could. I still thought of it everyday, but I didn't let it stick like I had normally done before. I didn't like being alone all the time, either. It just let my regrets, every single one, from starting up cutting myself in the 7th grade, to back at the beginning of Junior year when I gave up my virginity to someone I barely knew and who ended up ditching me after that anyway. It all swirled around in my head at a million miles an hour, and I didn't like to think about that. And even as I thought more and more about myself everyday, I learned more about myself. One, that I couldn't trust myself, and another that even though I was quite the person, I barely knew myself at all. But I guess that's what made me, me, and apparently a lot of people liked me for that. But one thing I was questioning; was it me that people liked, or was it the act I put on that I was so innocent, confident and the only thing that really was true about myself was that I wasn't afraid to be myself? That's one thing I had always wondered about life... and would probably never know the answer to.
» SO I THINK WHAT I WOULD DO IS JUST CONTINUE TO LIVE IN
the present, and forget the past as much as I could. Although I hadn't changed a lot, and it was bound to happen again, I was damn sure I would make more mistakes and regrets, especially since I had just started up at a not only a new school, but a whole new city too, that I wasn't quite used to yet. It took time, and with any luck what-so-ever, my parents wouldn't pull me out just after 5 months like they always did. I knew when to expect it, so I had a hard time getting settled into places. Some places I immediatly fell in love with, some places I disgusted and others were decent. This place, I thought was pretty decent so far. Not the most elegant I had come acrossed, and not the most trashy. It seemed to fit with me pretty well, so far.
» I KINDA COULDN'T HELP BUT NOTICE THE WAY THAT THE GUY sitting next to me acted when I had dropped my pen. He seemed very alert, and tense, almost. And almost immediatly he reacted to the 'clink' it made when it hit the cold, solid floor, and how he picked it up so fast for me that it seemed to me, almost like he waited for it to happen. Haha, I could be wrong, but from what I've seen out of this guy, my theory is that he just might have had feelings for me. I had been here or a few weeks, a month almost. So it was possible. But one thing that had my doubt so strong, was that he was a jock, and I was more of, as much as I hate being labled, an 'emo.' I enjoyed my sense of style; my black glossy hair today was curled just a bit, and although my skin was pretty much perfect, I had just the right amount of foundation on, along with a rather heavier amount of eyeliner, more than most people wore, and mascara. I was wearing my all time favorite shirt, it was grey, with silvery-metallic imprinted chains, stars and a guitar on it, and at the top in fancier letters it said 'ROCK 'N ROLL.' I also had on my favorite hoodie; black, with a brownish-reddish cross on it with little round studs around some of it that had words I couldn't quite understand on it in the back, I'm guessing it was Latin, maybe. And on the front it had 'LIVE EASY, DIE HARD' in gold, fancy lettering on the front. Oh, and of course I was wearing my denim skinny jeans and converse. You could barley ever spot me without that. Anyway, the moral of that whole discussion was, I honestly couldn't see why he would like me. Jock verses an Emo? I was just a bit lower on the social scale than him. Plus, from what I had seen from his attitude in the hallways, and what I had heard about him, was that he was a bit of a player. As much as I tried to stay away from them, not only did I end up crawling towards them, but they always reeled me towards them as well. What did they see in me, really? I wasn't a slut, I had only had sex with a guy once. And ever since then, I had said no to everyone I came acrossed. Not again until marriage, I keep telling myself. But like I said, I can't trust myself. And I honestly doubt that will happen.
» 'JUMPING THE GUN THERE, SWEETIE?' THE PLAYER ATTITUDE HAD shown through quite well, I had been quite used to being flirted with. So it wasn't anything new to me. Smiling, I said, "Thanks," then turning back around in my seat to take notes. I couldn't help but think now that he seemed much less tense when he was actually talking to me. Hmm, another sign of any possible feelings. Ha, if he actually did have feelings for me... who else in this school did? Maybe everyone, maybe no one. I think I had officially decided, my experience here at Berlington would be quite
fun.
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Lyrics ;; title;; my black dahlia - hollywood undead
text banner;; rooftops - lost prophets
Notes ;; told you my muse would come up ;]
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Post by masonchaplin on Apr 10, 2009 22:08:56 GMT -5
( PEOPLE MOVING ALL THE TIME ) [/color] i n s i d e a p e r f e c t l y s t r a i g h t l i n e [/font][/center] [/i] I thought to myself, and found that I was still staring at her. I couldn't help it, she was gorgeous. Even with the heavy eyeliner that I'd considered unattractive before. But apparently, she wasn't that attracted to me, or she would have done something. Anything. I'd been building up the courage to this moments for weeks and all she did was tear down the confidence I built up? It hurt to think about, so I turned around in my seat and didn't speak to her again for the rest of class. That didn't mean my mind wasn't on her the whole time. Her hair, her face, the eyes that I'd been lucky enough to look into for those few seconds.hear it in the silence of the classroom. The sophomore nerd girl that was sitting next to me paled in comparison, like the statue of an angel compared to the real thing. One was stone cold and grey, the other beautifully colored, and surely would be warm to touch, if only my fingertips could grace her cheek. Well, woah there, Mason Chaplin. This story seems to be turning a little too Romeo and Juliet. After all, I was a man, and one of the first things I'd wanted to do when I saw this Miss Cassie Hills was fuck her, not talk to her and love her. It was just one of those things I couldn't help doing, I fell into her trap, I suppose. And for some reason now, having sex with her was one of the last things on my mind ... Okay, until now. I only resurfaced from my thoughts when the bell rang a few moments later and looked down at my paper to realize I'd written some inappropriate things for notes on the paper. The sophomore girl next to me gave a shocked glare, eyebrows raised before gulping and leaving. Geez. You'd think I'd scared her out of her suspenders and Keds. Oh well. Hopefully I hadn't scarred the poor little thing for life. I ran the pencil eraser across the paper quickly, brushed the pink shavings off the paper and stood, near running after Cassie Hills before she could make her way too far down the hall. 'So. You're new here, I take it? I just... I figured it'd be nice to know you. I sit by you in History after all.' I grinned happily, running my hand over my brown hair subconciously before clearing my throat. 'I'm Mason Chaplin.' I said, reaching my hand out to hers, hoping it wasn't too sweaty. If I was feeling sure of myself, I would pull the move I'd done on so many other girls and pull her hand up to my lips, saying it was only standard greeting here at Berlington. Maybe Cassie deserved more than that, though... She didn't seem like all of the Abercrombie addicts that I'd dated before. She wasn't material, she was deeper than that. And I liked it. I met her eyes again. Oh, Lord, save me. I was becoming a mad man for this girl, and it wasn't right for me to be so nervous around her so early in the game. I would never make any progress if I acted this way. We would never be together. And I wasn't sure if I could handle that.[/ul][/blockquote] word counter 599! Hah, we'll just say 600. template by wreckoftheday ! of caution. [/size][/COLOR] |
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Post by Cassie & Brett Hills on Apr 10, 2009 23:24:43 GMT -5
CASSIE § HILLS » EVEN AFTER I HAD TURNED AROUND, I STILL FELT HIS EYES ON
me. Which wasn't too big of a suprise, I guess. I just tried to ignore it, keep my eyes on the board and my paper, and pay attention to the teacher as well as I could. I needed to get at least decent grades, I told myself, if I wanted to stay here a decent amount of time, and I wanted to keep a decent reputation, since this place was decent so far, I might as well. In school, at least. I always pulled off that innocent look that everyone fell for. Haha, yeah right. Outside of school I was almost completely different. Hell, I was completely different in the hallways than I was in the classroom, too. But still nothing like outside of school... outside of school I was a huge daredevil, risk-taker (which I had mentioned before) and a partier. So hell yeah, people barely recognized me at parties. Then they asked me about it when the weekend was over, and I just laughed and walked away. I guess that was my idea of keeping the innocent look.
» I JUMPED, STARTLED AS THE BELL ANNOUNCING THAT SCHOOL
was finally over for the day. And now it was the weekend. Party! Well, not really. Since I was new, I didn't really have anyone to party with yet, unfortunetly. There was a party for the elite's later, and I could easily sneak in if I wanted too; I had my ways. But I don't think I would, it wouldn't be too fun anyway since I hadn't gotten to know anyone yet. Damn, I needed to get on that. Hey, wasn't that guy I talked to in History an Elite? I bet he wished I was there... haha, oh geez. Who knew what fantasies he was having about me. Oh well, it wasn't anything new, and they could think whatever they wanted. Boys would be boys. I had learned a lot, though, having three brothers, and being the only girl. Especially a twin brother, that helped a lot, since me and Brett were very close. We made a deal in third grade, I remember. He would tell me everything that ever happened to him, and I would tell him everything that happened to me, no matter what. So therefore I'm the only one who knows everything about him, and he's the only one who knows everything about me. Yep, every single detail. It was a bit awkward at first, when we were both growing up, and the personal stuff we would never tell anyone else. But we got used to it, and to us now, it's nothing anymore. We just support each other as much as we can.
» I EXITED HISTORY CLASS, GLAD THE DAY WAS DONE AND OVER
with. The school day, at least. I honestly had no plans for tonight, I'd probably just hang out with Brett and catch up on some things with him. Which was fine with me, I had nothing to do at a party tonight anyways. I was near half way down the hall to the door when I suddenly felt a presense behind me, and a familiar voice. Who is the only person I could think of who it would be? As I turned around, I knew I was right. Mason, his name was, wasn't it?
» "SO, YOU'RE NEW HERE, I TAKE IT? YOU SIT BY ME IN HISTORY,
after all." I smiled, suprised that he had gone out of his way to introduce himself to me. "I'm Mason Chaplin." he said after clearing his throat. I definetly gave off a more friendly impression in the hallways than in the classroom, probably because I'd rather be walking back and forth in the hallways all day than sitting in a classroom learning stuff we probably wouldn't even need to know any later in life. Oh well. "Well, hey! Nice to meet you... I'm Cassie. And yeah, I guess... but I've been here for a few weeks, if you haven't seen me before. I must be invisible." I said, running my hand quickly through my shiny black hair. "So, umm... How are you?" I said, figuring he had come up to me not just to introduce himself and walk away, but to start a conversation. I may have sounded a bit bitchy in class, which now thinking about it I probably was. But now I was showing a completely friendly tone, of course a disguise I always put on when I was at school or out in public anywhere. Like I said, only Brett knew everything about me, and I was planing to
keep it that way.
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Word Count ;; o,783
Lyrics ;; title;; my black dahlia - hollywood undead
text banner;; rooftops - lost prophets
Notes ;; none, really. =]]
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Post by masonchaplin on Apr 11, 2009 16:04:48 GMT -5
( PEOPLE MOVING ALL THE TIME ) [/color] i n s i d e a p e r f e c t l y s t r a i g h t l i n e [/font][/center] [/b] How stupid did that sound? I'd had plenty of chances, but not the balls to take them. This girl was hard to talk to. My hands clenched around empty air and I realized I'd let go of her hand. Yet again I'd missed another chance to show her my feelings and flirt. How had it been so easy with other girls? I guess they'd scared me too little. Cassie was confident, but she was not smooth with conversations, I noticed. She began awkwawrdly, with a quiet 'how are you?'. It was enough though, and I jumped at the words, desperate for anything. 'Oh, I'm good. What kind of question is that, though? We might as well be talking about the weather, love. Ask me something interesting, throw me off.' I grinned, and found the teasing to be easy. Maybe taking the easy way out was not the best route, however. So far, it hadn't been working on her. But maybe I hadn't given it enough of a chance. I hadn't waited long enough, and after all, I still barely knew this girl. It only felt like we'd gone to preschool together. I longed for that chance, but I couldn't change the past, and I hadn't pieced together a time machine yet. So until then, we would have to wait. 'I've seen you around the barn. I'm heading out there this afternoon, so if you were going to go, I could give you a ride. I know we're kind of strangers, but we can fix that. You trust me, right?' I said. We were walking down the hall now, apparently, I'd somehow invited her to walk with me. I nudged her in the side now, winking. The grin was eating up my face. I honestly didn't think she had a reason to trust me. I'd known that for weeks, but I'd been trying to change that in the past few weeks. And I could try harder, now that I had my inspiration. I would throw away that April Playboy issue away as soon as I got home. Or I'd give it to my dad, one. No, better to get it out of the house. Lately I'd been noticing it didn't hold the same sort of blood rush for me, the same temptation. I didn't want to look at naked girls in promiscuous poses, I wanted to look at Cassie. And she was more beautiful with clothes on in school than any other girl could be, bare and in my bed. I looked over to her now, and this was confirmed. The way the fluorescents shone off her long, dark locks, and the baby blue eyes that were fixed on the ground. I willed them to rise up and meet mine once again, I was thirsty. When would the day come that I didn't have to wish anymore? When would the day come that I could take Miss Cassie Hills in my arms and call her my own? [/ul][/blockquote] word count 766. Sorry it's short, but I tried. xD template by wreckoftheday ! of caution. [/size][/COLOR] |
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Post by masonchaplin on Apr 12, 2009 8:56:25 GMT -5
( PEOPLE MOVING ALL THE TIME ) [/color] i n s i d e a p e r f e c t l y s t r a i g h t l i n e [/font][/center] [/b] I snickered, grinning at her. Bet I just made you feel awkward. I laughed again, my nose crinkling up, eyebrows knit. The question actually distressed me slightly. I'd been questioning my sexuality for awhile, now, and though I knew I liked girls, I kind of liked guys, too. I would never go so far as to be done by one, like Cassie had just suggested, but a kiss or two was fine with me. It would be ... scary ... I said after a long moment in thought. No, I wouldn't go there again. I'd had some gay experimentation when I was younger, but I hadn't really liked it. The guy had tried to pull my jeans off and give me something extra. At least I'd refused that. No, I would never go back to that stuff. Unless I was very, very drunk. I would stick to Cass, and her lovely, sexy little curves. But I would respect her. I would love her. And I would never push her that far, unless she wanted me too. I tried to pick my mind out of the gutter, and found it quite easy when she turned me down. I tried not to make it obvious that I was upset, but the sky came crashing down around me, and I felt like the Chicken Little that hadn't spoken soon enough. I was squished, and worst of all, I didn't have some pretty hen to lie next to me as I crowed my last. Oh, okay. Maybe I'll see you around... I said, and was about to walk away, but yet another sudden rainstorm came on. My ears searched for anything, the softest whisper on her full lips. Her blue eyes met mine again, and I felt myself be dazzled. I think I might have even drooled a little. Hah, no. Yeah. I knew you wouldn't turn me down. I grinned. Maybe the ice cream shoppe... Around six tonight? I'd like to get to know you, Miss Cassie Hills. I said. My face was gone again, the smile was eating it up like candy. But... I trailed off. I must leave her hanging, I must leave her hanging. I've got to be going, so... I leaned forward, and took her hand. Au revoir, mon amour. Parting is such sweet sorrow. I smiled, and kissed her hand. I let it drop gently. Oh, I wanted to do that again, but I had to go. I grinned once more before turning and heading back toward my locker. I would grab my stuff and head home to get ready for my sweet little Cassie Hills tonight. [/ul][/blockquote] word count 1026. (: template by wreckoftheday ! of caution. [/size][/COLOR] |
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Post by Cassie & Brett Hills on Apr 12, 2009 20:52:39 GMT -5
 CASSIE § HILLS» ALTHOUGH I DIDN'T TRUST ANYONE, I WASN'T SAYING THAT couldn't change. I'm not saying I was starting to trust anyone, either. Because honestly I wasn't planning on it until I got married, at least. No one was probably going to stop me either. I thought, and decided it really did kind of suck only be able to trust one person. I really did wish I could be myself, too. Without others thinking I would be a freak. But unfortunetly, not only in today's society but anywhere in anytime, people like me were looked down upon. Someday, I dreamt, there was going to be a day when I was proud to be myself. That day may come, that day may not. It all depends on my decisions, I guess.
» I WAS SUPRISED AT HOW CONFIDENT MASON SEEMED IN HIS answer. For a guy like him, I would think it would have took some guts to answer. But, I'm still sure it threw him off a bit more than he expected. I smiled at the thought of it, it was suprising how just a small spark could light my face up brightly, even it was for a second. "Bet I just made you feel awkward." Oh, I could sustain much more than people thought I could. "Mmm, not too bad. I can handle more than most people think I can." I said, my comment quickly being led into another question.
» "MAYBE THE ICE CREAM SHOPPE... AROUND SIX TONIGHT? I'D
like to get to know you, Miss Cassie Hills." I smiled, pretty much admired at his thought of having the confidence to ask me on a date. I still didn't get this, though. He must have had to just trying to get me to like him to get in his pants. Oh, how I would dissapoint him so much when I refused. Hopefully that wouldn't go wrong, though. But like I said, my plan. I could always... No, I wasn't sure. I'd just go, have a good time, and see where this would lead to. "Sounds like a plan." I said, laughing when he took my hand and kissed it. Flirt, much?
I think so.
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Lyrics ;; title;; my black dahlia - hollywood undead
text banner;; rooftops - lost prophets
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Post by masonchaplin on Apr 15, 2009 17:32:14 GMT -5
( I KNOW THAT I'VE BEEN ) [/color] d a n c i n g ar o u n d t h e t r u t h [/font][/center] [/b] I sat there in the ice cream shoppe, waiting impatiently for Cassie. The girl had said she would be here by now. It was 5:55, and I was getting anxious for her to be here already. Foolish, I'd walked in at 5:30 and been waiting ever since. As soon as I'd gotten home, I'd hopped in the shower, fixed my hair, picked out an outfit for the first time in my life, and actually looked at myself in the mirror. Though I did have the reputation of a player, I was a boy. I was a man's man and hardly ever worried about my appearance. Yeah, they say people like me don't just happen. That's a lie to make the less fortunate feel a little better. Oh, how could I be sitting here, in the site where my first real date would take place, and not be thinking about the girl I was taking out? She was beatiful. I looked around the ice cream shoppe at the people staring at me and wondered why. I relived the last few seconds in my head and realized I'd sighed quite loudly and dreamily. I turned the other way after glaring at them and stared out the window. A car was pulling up. Maybe that was her. I straightened my collar, ran my hands over my hair, and stood. I had flowers for her in my hand. I looked out the window once more, my heart racing. It picked up even faster when I saw that it was her. 'Cass.' I whispered softly to myself. I could barely hear it, but some uncomfortable feeling in my chest made me feel like the other customers had heard me. They'd been staring at me for awhile now. It was strange to sit in an ice cream shop and stare at your hands, making loud sighs and buying nothing. Before she could get to the door, I had opened it for her, a big grin on my face. I made a slight bow to her, surely to earn more well-desered stares. My brown eyes sparkled mischeviously and I handed her the flowers. 'We meet again, ma cherie.' I smirked slyly, as if it were just a matter of coincidence that we were on a date together, that I was wearing my best shirt, that I'd bought her flowers, and spent hours thinking of what to say. I doubted she'd put as much thought into this, but it hadn't been crucial for her to. This was really my only chance, unless we happened to become friends. If I really wanted to get this girl to love me, I'd have to prove why she needed to tonight. I'd been agitated ever since she'd accepted my invitation to whatever event this was. I knew I should have been happy and celebratory, but it wasn't time for that yet. If I got a kiss tonight - I would go to the bar and buy me some champagne. I would wait to pop it until I got home, then let the foam fall on the carpet. I would dance barefoot with my hands in the air, pour myself a glass, and down it fast. Franz Ferdinand would blare through my speakers, all the windows in my doorm would be open and I would lean out one and scream my thanks to the dear God that had decided to allow this angel to be mine. And if I didn't - well, I wouldn't try this again. That was for sure. [/ul][/blockquote] word count 586. Sorry. I'll get more muse soon, I promise! I'm just tired, and my writing is always better on the weekends. template by wreckoftheday ! of caution. [/size][/COLOR] |
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Post by Cassie & Brett Hills on Apr 19, 2009 19:49:57 GMT -5
CASSIE § HILLS » I SIGHED, DROPPING MY BACKPACK ON MY BED AND HEADING TO my closet to change clothes to get ready for this "date" I got myself into. Not that it was a bad thing, because it wasn't. But it would definetly be an experience. For me, at least. I wasn't used to this kind of thing, for sure, and I found it a bit weird and awkward, since I was in a completely different clique, a social group one or two lower the jocks and players, which Mason happened to be in, yet he seemed to be completely into me. Which was the weird thing. Oh well, he was nice at least, unlike half the other guys in the school who were just loud and obnoxious. Mason was, too. But he had something else about him that just made me not feel the same way as all the other guys. And I hadn't quite figured out what that was yet.
» I PICKED OUT A FEW OF MY FAVORITE ITEMS OF CLOTHING. MY style outside of school wasn't too different. It was still the same, I just tended to dress in darker clothing, and make myself look a bit more dark. Hopefully Mason wouldn't be too scared of me. Haha. After I was dressed I moved to the bathroom to touch up my makeup, I used more of that in public than in school too. I quickly, but neatly touched up my eyeliner, putting it on both top and bottom lids. Then moving to the eyeshadow, swiping the brush acrossed the pallette once, then applying the dark blue powder to both my upper eyelids, then going over it lightly with a lighter blue, making it look somewhat like a dark grey with a blue tint. I finished up with mascara and reapplied my concealer; walking out I slipped on my black converse and was out the door and on my way.
» I ARRIVED AT THE ICE CREAM SHOPPE WITHIN FIVE MINUTES, turning keys to the left, signaling 'off' and pulling them out of the ignition. I got out, walking around towards the front where the door was, and to no real suprise before I even got there I was greeted by the one and only Mason, having a huge grin on his face as he held the door open for me. I smiled at him as a greeting in return, "Hey." I said, smiling as he handed me the flowers. "'We meet again, ma cherie.'" He said, smirking slyly after the comment. I replied, "Thanks." I could already tell, this afternoon and evening would be interesting. I ran my hand through my glossy black hair, hoping that this would be at least an okay experience and I wouldn't make any
stupid decisions.
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Word Count ;; o.461
Lyrics ;; title;; my black dahlia - hollywood undead
text banner;; the kill - 30 seconds to mars
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Post by ` carter alyssa westwood on Apr 20, 2009 21:28:27 GMT -5
( I KNOW THAT I'VE BEEN ) [/color] d a n c i n g ar o u n d t h e t r u t h [/font][/center] [/b] » I did notice that Cassie looked different tonight, darker eyemakeup covered her lids, and clothing of the same shade covered her body. It wasn't that it bothered me, but it made me wonder who she really was and whether I had fallen for a stranger. I had to make sure that I got acquainted with that person, whoever she was, tonight. I smiled. Hey, she said. Such a common greeting coming from the lips of such an out-of-the-ordinary girl. It seemed ironic that she could say such a thing and still get away with it. I reached out hesitantly - perhaps I was coming on too strong - to push back the front strand of her hair, the gentle smile upon my face growing, my pale lips showing off my teeth. 'Do ... do you like the flowers? Some girls don't like roses.' My voice seemed to be getting softer and softer by the second, as if I was slowly becoming aware that she didn't want to hear it. 'Too cliche.' Was a near whisper, an aside said to a nonexistent audience. Awaking from my trance in a sudden snap, I realized that I was standing in her way of getting inside and was letting the night bugs in. I shuffled over immediately, and let the polished glass door shut behind her gently after I'd made sure she was out of the way. I looked around the ice cream shoppe, my viewer's heads were down now. Laugh now, I thought, glaring at the top of a heavily muscled teen's head. I had the prettiest girl in the world by my side tonight. » I'm sure my already large male ego would have inflated more had I cared that the pretty waitress was glaring at Cassie now. Any other time. Tonight, I felt angered, defensive. I didn't want anyone glaring at Cass, in fact, I really didn't enjoy any other eyes on her. I stepped across her body suddenly, eyes fierce at the girl, before they softened as I turned back to my crush. 'So. Have you already eaten? I mean, do you feel up to ice cream?' I was a blubbering mess tonight. I hadn't eaten actually, I was planning to order takeout as soon as I got back to my dorm. First, however, I would try and order a banana split and share it with Cassie. Or one of those milkshakes with the cherry on top and bring this date back to the fifties. I looked back over my shoulder anxiously at her, and realized my knees were going a bit weak. I took in a sharp breath and looked away swiftly, trying to man up. 'We should share a sundae or something.' I smiled widely, I was always happy when I found the courage to speak to her. » Maybe I would take her out of her later tonight. We would explore the town, do something out of the ordinary. The stars were incredibly bright tonight, and the flourescents of the ice cream shoppe just weren't doing Cass any justice right now. I tried to imagine the blue glow of night, continually interrupted by the yellow of headlights, on her face. Not that I would ever be able to get her riding shotgun in my black convertible. The image was sharp, however, and I became driven. I would take her somewhere else tonight, we would change locations, and I would show her a good time. The more and more my hopes grew, the stronger the picture in my head became. A sharp pang of wistfullness ached somewhere in my stomach, something I'd never felt before. It was a mixture of anxiety and a grave, dark sort of hope. It was wishing for something that I knew would never happen, yet I had the nerve to dream it. My hand brushed against Cassie's - I was standing too closely - I blushed, and stepped away again, but not before stepping on her Converse-clad feet. 'Oh, I'm sorry! I'm sorry, are you okay?' God, what was up with me tonight? I was so nervous, my heart was racing at even this small bit of contact. What would I do if I ever worked up the courage to kiss her? My stomach flipped at this, and I took another step away. [/ul][/blockquote] word count 751! I'll try and bring my replies back up to 1000+ soon, I promise. But too many people are watching right now... xD template by wreckoftheday ! of caution. [/size][/COLOR] |
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Post by Cassie & Brett Hills on Apr 29, 2009 20:22:32 GMT -5
CASSIE § HILLS » GOD DAMN THE BI-POLARNESS I SEEMED TO BE CURSED WITH. IT seemed to be only getting worse as well. It seemed like every five minutes my mood was changing to something else, today it was ranging from just the more serious side of me, to suddenly becoming happier only shortly after. I hated it, and I had to admit, I got annoyed with myself. I just wanted to stay one mood, happy or neutral, and I didn't want to keep switching back and forth. It also sucked getting up, not knowing exactly what mood I was going to be in that day. I wasn't suprised if it annoyed anyone else, and this was one of the many reasons why I didn't trust myself.
» BUT FOR RIGHT NOW, I WAS HAPPY, I GUESS. I FOUND
Mason's actions and attitude to be very sweet, so far. Although I wouldn't admit it, I adored the roses. And although I couldn't trust myself, and this was suprising since I had just talked to him for the first time earlier today, I think I was starting to be adored by him, too.
» 'DO ... DO YOU LIKE THE FLOWERS? SOME GIRLS DON'T LIKE
roses.' I smiled sweetly, I noticed almost immediatly that my smile had taken his breath away, but I wasn't going to give any hint that I knew. Maybe later though, if I felt like teasing him. I thought about it, and decided that would be fun, especially when he started to flirt with me. I responded, "I love roses." Which was honest, really. If I had to pick a favorite flower, (which was completely random, but whatever.) I would pick them, I guess, not only because red was one of my favorite colors but I thought they were beautiful in general. The only ugly part was the thorns, which didn't bother me too much, I was careful.
» I WALKED INFRONT OF HIM AS HE HELD THE DOOR OPEN,
stopping to let him close it as I followed him to where we would be sitting, roses in hand. We sat down, and it wasn't even seconds until he thought up another conversation for us to discuss. 'So. Have you already eaten? I mean, do you feel up to ice cream?' I thought about it, I hadn't eaten, but was I really up for icecream? I guess so, I wasn't craving it but I wasn't avoiding it. Before I could answer, he struck me with another question, 'We should share a sundae or something.' He smiled, seeming almost proud of himself. But of what? I ignored it, answering his questions, "Haven't eaten, and yeah, sounds good to me." I smiled back, the waitress coming over to take our order. "I'm up for anything." I told him, letting him order. Abercrombie was going to kill me tomorrow for skipping riding to go on a 'date' with a guy I had just talked to for the first time today. I could see it now; taking off the moment I get settled onto his back, racing over all the jumps. I drifted my attention back to reality, just at the moment where he stepped on my feet, which I thought was no big deal, but he made a bit of a scene out of it. 'Oh, I'm sorry! I'm sorry, are you okay?' I smirked, not quite at his 'sillyness,' but his reaction, because to me it really wasn't a big deal. "It's fine." I smiled, being nice to try to calm him down. Hell, that would probably just excite him more. Oh well, this could get
interesting.
Status ;; finished
Word Count ;; o,605
Lyrics ;; title;; my black dahlia - hollywood undead
text banner;; the kill - 30 seconds to mars
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Notes ;; I thought I could do better Dx
Copyright ;; Copyright to Cassie at Forever && Always. Text banner belongs to Cassie at Forever && Always. Post format belongs to Cassie at Forever && Always. Anything else that has to do with this post is copyright to Cassie at Forever && Always. If I see used anywhere else on the site, or on another site without my permission, the next morning you'll wake up in a banana box somewhere in Cuba. DON'T USE WITHOUT MY PERMISSION!
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Post by ` carter alyssa westwood on Apr 30, 2009 18:49:29 GMT -5
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