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    "Oooo!" Alexandra giggled, raising a hand and extending a figure to poke the male in the cheek. "♫Jasmine and Blake, sitting in a tree, k-i-s-s-i-n-g!♪" she had heard a few little kids singing that about other people and figured 'why not'?

    [fancypost borderwidth=0][font=andale mono]"Shut up!" He would laugh, playfully batting her hand away. "I have a crush on her - ok? Just be quiet about it!" He almost hissed, though there was still a smile on his face, showing that he wasn't really mad.

    Rolling over, the teen would stand, adjust herself, and sit in Blake's lap, laughing. "Okay, okay. My turn, I pick dare."

    [fancypost borderwidth=0][font=andale mono]Blake smiled at her and tried to think of a dare. "I dare you to . . . help me do you hair. The stuff, it's really shiny and soft, maybe we could put it up together or something?" The teenager would as Sunny.

    Do her hair? "Pff, lame. Blake, I can do my hair any time I want. It isn't exactly hard." was she asking for something more challenging? Perhaps, but she didn't really mind what they did. As long as they were spending time together.


    Together. She liked him more than she was supposed to as a feline. Maybe it was because she was a hormonal teen, or maybe it was because they didn't have any connection whatsoever in the human world. Like she had mentioned in her thoughts about a billion times before, he was kind cute lookin'. Strange, considering he was her uncle. He was her uncle, right? Amour had said she adopted him, along with adopting her mother.


    Inhaling slowly, Alexandra would lean towards the male to plant a small kiss on his lips. She honestly prefered Adam, though. His kisses made her feel warm and fuzzy, happy, comforted, protected. It made her feel special, but who said she wasn't allowed to see how good of a kisser this guy was?

    [fancypost borderwidth=0][font=andale mono]Blake was going to tell her that he just enjoyed messing with her hair, the slick stuff would simply slip through these things that were apparently called fingers. But then she pushed her lips against hers.


    His body would straighten up as the younger girl kissed him. His fingers would push to the back of her head and run through her hair as he kissed her. Trying to roll her over on her back, he would lay on top of her, kissing her deeply and not parting his lips for a moment. He'd be lying if he said that he wasn't attracted to the human version of her.

    She had to admit that this was a little more than she had expected. She just wanted to test, and apparently this was the result. No more truth or dare, she supposed. They had moved on to a different topic it seemed. Now on her back, the female would place her hands on Blake's shoulders, applying some pressure. This felt wrong in a way. More ways than one, actually. It was probably why she was trying to push him off. Sure, this was nice and all, but Adam was the better of the two, unfortunatly for Blake.


    Not to mention she didn't really understand what was going on, being three moons as a feline.

    [fancypost borderwidth=0][font=andale mono]If Blake had heard her thoughts, he would be pissed. God she was just like Jacky, and he was done with that feeling. That feeling that he was second best - he was fucking always second best. Still shirtless, Blake would stand up and race to his room, slamming and locking the door.


    Usually he would cry. But this teen apparently had some type of anger issues, because a clenched fist would aim to lodge itself into the wall, shattering the plastered outside shell and breaking his hand. Letting out a shout of pain, he fell to the ground, his healthy hand clenching around his wrist of the other arm. Damn her anyway.

    Before she had time to think, Alexandra was up and after the teenage male, halting to a stop when the door nearly slammed in her face. "Blake! Open the door, please." she was expecting a shout of 'go away' or something like that. His cry of pain made her frown and so she turned around and sat down, back pressed against the door. "Hey, if it's about that kiss, you have a right to be angry and I have a right to explain. I wasn't trying to lead you on or anything and I can't say I'm not attracted to you. But you're my uncle, in a way, and my best friend. And I don't want to sound like a prick for comparing you, but then there's Adam. . ."


    Sighing, Alexandra would rise and run her hand through her hair. "You'll probably need medical attention for that hand. Do you want me to bring you to the hospital?"

    [fancypost borderwidth=0][font=andale mono]"If Adam's so much damned better with me then go to him." Blake muttered to her through the door, white teeth clenched. He was so much older than her, here and in real life, and it was disgusting. Yet, it seemed that Adam was the only person that she even cared about. Whatever. He just wanted to go be with Corbett.


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    [fancypost borderwidth=0][justify][sub][font=georgia][size=8]actually he's like a little older than Catty /silently tracks

    "Oh, shut up and open the door."


    Alexandra would demand, narrowing her eyes, crossing her arms and putting her wieght to one side. "If you're so angry all of a sudden then why did you return the kiss in the first place, hmm? Nevermind, don't even bother answering because I know you're going to be all moody now. Come on, Blake, lemme see that hand."

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px][align=center][font=georgia][size=8]"There's nothing wrong with my hand!" He barked at her. Grimly standing, he pressed his head up against the wall and let out a sigh. Slowly creaking open the door, he would look at her. His jade eyes were full of sorrow and depression, but his teeth were gritted and his words were cold. "If you loved Adam so much - why'd ya kiss me? Jesus, you're just like Jacky." He said, trying to slam the door in her face, but there was enough time this time for her to stop it if she was fast enough.

    Her arm would straighten fast enough so that if she pushed a little hard, she could open the door and let herself inside. Face void of emotion, and without saying a word, the teenager would walk in, close the door, and sit on the floor. Her hazel gaze looked at Blake, followed him as he did whatever he was doing, and then she spoke.


    "Putting your hand aside for the time being, don't compare me with someone I don't know. Don't compare me to anyone in general. Is it wrong to kiss others when you're not in a relationship? I'm sorry if I didn't understand that. I apparently made a mistake, you can't tell me you haven't made any ever. We all make mistakes, try not to get upset about it."


    "I can't say I'm not attracted to you, but if I'm not allowed to have that happen than I'll do something about it - like ignore you or something. I'm still learning, and you are too. Again, I'm sorry if that upset you, I. . ."


    Getting up, Alex frowned and placed her right hand on her left upper arm, beginning to rub it as if ashamed. Turning, she would open the door and walk out, goal set on getting downstairs.

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px][size=8][font=georgia]Oh, so now he was taking orders from her? He could compare her to the whore who he had fallen for all those moons ago, the one that seemed to be with anyone even when she was in a relationship. "Oh, but you can't act like you did no wrong!" He shouted, clenching his teeth together. "When someone kisses you, you kinda expect they have a reason to do so!" He yelled.


    He would run by the stairs as she was walking down them and rested his shoulder on the wall to the edge of the stairs, looking down them and holding the wrist of the hand he broke. "Unless, of course, you were comparing me to someone else. That's what you were doing, wasn't it, Alexandria?!" He growled after her.

    No, she knew she did something wrong, she just didn't want to think about it. What just happened? How did this happen? Why did this happen? It seemed like a small problem but it obviously wasn't, and she had started it, so she knew she did something wrong. It was one of those moments where you knew you were wrong so your cheeks became heated and you pretended like nothing happened.


    Without responding, Alexandra would quicken her pace down the stairs, run towards the door and swing it open. Now outside, the teenager slammed the door shut and plopped her butt down on the front steps, crossing her arms over her knees and placing her head inbetween.