Posts by Rscran

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[justify][sub][color=white]Seeing her small hands reach for the pizza and the glass of water I couldn't help but to smile a little, I was glad to see her feeling a little bit better. Even if it was just because she was hungry or what ever. Following her into the living room I saw her turn back into the kitchen and grab another slice of pizza. [i]She is eating for two now... Shaking my head with a small, chuckle. Teasing her as I walked over to the couch. Laying my food on the coffee table before going over to the large shelf that sat next to the T.V. Lined with various Cd's and DVD's.

A line of horror movie DVD's here, a collection of a few of my favorite bands CD's, old and new. Vinyls laid on top of the shelf with the record player that was from my grandparents house next to it. The Vinyl's that sat next to the Record player was my attempt at finding the records that were stolen from my car that first night I moved in. I searched antique stores when I got a chance, setting a few bucks aside each time I got a check so I could grab one here and there. Some nights I would take a beer to the living room and place one of those vinyls on the record player. Hearing the small screech as the needle falls into one of the many grooves of the rough surface. Finding it's way as it pumps out a white noise before leaping into the song like it was coming to life. The grainy sound that the old speakers produced were almost just as music to my ears as the music itself.

Kneeling down I now became eye level with the shelf. My eyes darting back and forth as I scanned the selection. Let's see...Horror? No probably to scary. Romance? Nope, don't need anymore of that...Action? Nah, probably not her taste. Ah! Perfect. My fingers reached for the plastic case. Wiggling it out of its tight spot wedged in between the shelf wall and another DVD. "Finding Nemo?" I asked with a sheepish smile as I looked over at her. "It was one of the first movies that my mom and stepdad and I went to. It was actually for my birthday." Chuckling softly as I stood up, straightening my long legs out. Clutching the case in my hand as I made my way to the T.V. Placing the DVD in the small arm that pulled itself from the inside of the DVD player. Letting it retreat back in as I made my way over to the couch.

Setting myself down I let the advertisements start. Leaning my back against the arm rest I placed my feet on the coffee table. Reaching forward just enough to grab the plate of Pizza that sat in front of me. Watching her take a large first bite and just shaking my head. Turning back to my pizza and taking a bite myself. Some of the tomato sauce lingering on my lips as I set the piece down. And of course I didn't grab a napkin, reaching with my tongue I licked the pizza sauce off my lips and washed it down with a sip of water. "You sure you don't want to go back over tonight? I can go with you if you need to go back?" I didn't want her to feel like I wasn't going to help her in any way. I would probably do anything to help her at this point. Even if it was showing up to her parents house with her and helping her get her stuff. Might not go over well considering I'm the baby daddy. [/fancypost][align=center]
[size=6pt]★ trek

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[justify][sub][color=white]So sorry! I had a bunch of family come in town this week and was forced to hang out with them while they were here. But now they have gone home and I am back! ||

Seeing the smile on her face made me feel a little bit more relaxed. Watching as he body relaxed into the couch, it was all a good sign. The last thing she needed to be doing was worrying and stressing out a ton. It could create more problems for her and for the baby. I had seen to many people come into the ER or the hospital who have their babies to early because they had to much stress in their life and hadn't listened to the doctor's when they said they needed to relax. And all I wanted to do was make sure she was happy and healthy.

Looking over as she said she didn't need to at first, but then when it set in what I had said she changed her mind. She was getting more comfortable with me too, which was also good. I mean now we had to raise a baby together and figure all that fun stuff out. "Ya, I can totally go with you. And trust me, I don't mind the yelling. I grew up in a house with divorced parents, nothing new." I chuckled softly as I took another bite of the pizza. Watching as the adult fish on the T.V was now talking to the blue tang next to him. She was of course, confused and kept repeating everything. The orange fish now looking for his son.

Finishing up the last few bites of the pizza I placed the plastic plate on the coffee table. Grabbing the drink and taking a big drink of it to wash everything down. "You can have the rest of the pizza if you want, I'm not to terribly hungry right now." I mean I had eaten a few pieces but I wasn't hungry anymore. And I wanted her to know that I didn't care if she ate a crap ton a food anytime she wanted to. She was eating for two, a big task.

"So what do we need to grab tonight?" I asked as I sat up a little more. Getting just a little closer to her. Actually sitting up straight and placing my feet back on the coffee table. Grabbing a pillow and holding it against my chest. Resting my chin on the cushion. Letting my shoulders fall and have even worse posture than I usually have. [/fancypost][align=center]
[size=6pt]★ trek

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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 430px; font-size: 20px; text-align: justify; font-family: ms mincho; line-height: 11px; margin-top: -4px;]✧ — KNOX ALLEN[/fancypost]
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 410px; font-size: 9px; text-align: justify; line-height: 11px; margin-top: -7px;]Gah, family came back in town. My birthday happened, and then I was forced to hang out with said family and wedding and pool and gah! So much family. But now they are gone and I am back. ||

As I heard Robin shout back his reply I couldn't but to laugh a little. This kid had come so far since I had meet him, well just in the last few weeks. He had been so quite when Jax had gotten into the accident. Almost like he had shut down but hadn't really. Keeping himself safe from the world, afraid he would get hurt again. But then he realized we were here to protect him, we would help him as much as we could in life and do anything for him. He was like our son and Madge was like our daughter. I would do the world for them and when they did amazing stuff I felt like a proud dad even if they weren't mine or even related. "Heck ya, We can get matching suits. And you can even go to the bachelor party." I smiled as I grabbed him. Picking him up and swinging him around as we walked off stage.

Once we walked off I set him down and looked back behind me to see the girls picking up the confetti in their hand. Watching as Gunner soon hand fulls of confetti onto Keith, and Madge attempting to throw it up too but only getting to his waist. The colored paper falling into his curly hair as I shook my head and laughed. Seeing the smile on everyone's face and finally feeling like everyone was happy. Just what I wanted.

I turned to walk to the dressing room to grab a beer when I heard Gunner walking over to me. Turning I felt her launch herself into my arms. Wrapping my arms around her waist I picked her up a little bit then set her back down gently, looking into her eyes and brushing some of her hair back behind her ear. Picking a small piece of confetti from her hair, one piece that must have been caught in the wind and landed in her hair. The light color accented in her dark hair. And of course my hair was now blonde, we had bleached the pink out when it had become a super light, dusted pink. I didn't care if I had dark hair, it was just hair and would grow back out soon.

"I know..." I said soft enough for her just to hear as she looked up at me now. And hearing her say that we should make Bowie our Priest I laughed and looked back down at her with a large grin. "Heck ya, he should definitely be in the wedding." I could guarantee you now that this wedding wouldn't be like a typical wedding. I mean most of the guest would be musicians, and with that rock stars basically. And Gunner's brothers, I had kind of forgotten about them for a minute. I hoped they liked me when I met them. But it would be a different, it would be more relaxed and laid back. I mean I would be in a suit but you could guarantee that by the reception I would be back in a t-shirt, or the tux jacket off, the tie undone and the under shirt un-buttoned some of the way. But it would be the bomb.

Heck ya, that sounds good to me. I especially like the Gunner leaving because when she comes back it would be like this big reunion for everyone. And Gunner can also help with the kids, especially the new one. And it would put a strain on their relationship, especially the not talking and Know seeing her like on the T.V and just wanting to be with her.
I liiiiike the idea. My mate. || [/fancypost]
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; margin-top:-20px; text-shadow:0px 1px 10px white][color=lightgray][size=28pt][font=georgia][b][i]Kieran Wilcox[/fancypost]
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[justify][sub][color=white]Hearing her say that I playfully rolled my eyes and watched her set the plate down. "All right, but trust me. I've had many nights were I can eat a whole pizza by myself. And I'm not eating for two." I chuckled as I rolled my head to the side to look at her. Watching as I noticed she inched closer, and closer. Soon our arms brushed up against each other. Feeling her skin against mine again sent that spark through my body.

It seemed to grab my heart like it had done that week before. But this time it wasn't necessarily a hunger for s*x. I just wanted to be with her, hold her hand, kiss her soft lips. It sounded crazy but now I felt a genuine love for her. Not for just what she could give me physically. But what she could give me emotionally and mentally now. I was down just messing around, I was done with the one night stands with the girls I would never see again. I wanted to be with her and this baby now.

For once in my life I felt like I was owning up to what I've done and acting like an adult, and not like a teenage or some kid. Reaching out just enough I took her hand in mine. Rubbing the palm of her hand with my thumb. Feeling the ridges and lines from her hand against my rough thumb. Callused from the years at medical school and the hospital. I just wanted to stay here like this forever, us, together like this.

Hearing her talk again I looked up at her and lifted my head. Resting it on the back of the couch as I watched her lips move. Hearing the words she said and nodding along. "Ya, that's totally fine. We can go tonight and then maybe when they're at work or something we can go in and get your stuff. I can pack quite a bit in my Jeep." I could tell she was nervous, nervous to go back to the house that she was thrown out of only hours before.

Then she said something about rent and I kind of shrugged. "It's not that much actually, I can cover it on my own and it doesn't take to much of my pay check. Maybe we can work something else out? Like other cost, grocery's and stuff like that." I added as I watched her dark hair frame her dark face. Her eyes sparkling as they seemed to get the hope back that she had lost earlier today. The twinkle that I had to admit, I always liked about her. [/fancypost][align=center]
[size=6pt]★ trek

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[/size][fancypost borderwidth=5px; background-color:black; padding:0px][align=center][color=red]Be careful making wishes in the dark, dark. Can't be sure when they've hit their mark[/fancypost][size=1pt]

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One boy trained to fight, to kill, a demon we will call him.
The other born innocent, sheltered from the world and anything bad, made for good. We will call him an Angel.
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In their late 20's now the two boys have been pulled away from their lives just enough to not have their parent's constantly looking over their shoulders. Never have meeting before the two find themselves facing each other without realizing it.
One night at a bar Salem has a little to much. The Angel is nice enough to take him home and soon things happen. Waking up the next morning the two reveal their history and soon they have to struggle with the fact of their love?
Hiding it while they can until it's too late, but what will happen when they will have to confront their families?
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Salem:
I was born to a family of fire driven people. War in their blood, violence. We had picked up the nick name 'Demon Family.' Our opponents the 'Angel Family.' Sweet, innocent, nothing like us.
Growing up I was taught these Demon like ways, a mysterious look on my face constantly. Dark clothes covered my body, wither it be a dark maroon shirt accented by a leather jacket and black jeans with dark red sneakers. Or a dark grey shirt with black jeans, I didn't go any where near 'real colors' it was just the clothing I was brought up with. I stayed quite most of the time, not really feeling like listening to the idiotic people in my life talk about stuff they don't know anything about.
The bar was in the same building as my apartment, I always stopped by when I got home before I went up. Wither it was just to have a smoke and then go on my way, or a few drinks and a smoke or two.
Tonight I felt like a drink. Sitting in the dark foggy room, a short glass or a dark whiskey sitting in front of me. A cigarette dangling on my lip as I sat their quietly. Watching the bar tender out of the corner of my eyes as my hand reached up to grab the cigarette. Pulling it from my lips and tapping it into the ash tray next to the drink. Placing the white stick into the holder before I reached to grab the drink. Feeling the cool glass on my finger tips as I brought it to my lips. Taking one last swig of the drink before I set it back on the counter. "Another one bartender."[/size][/glow] [/fancypost][align=center]
[size=6pt]★ trek

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[size=6pt]★ trekd

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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 430px; font-size: 20px; text-align: justify; font-family: ms mincho; line-height: 11px; margin-top: -4px;]✧ — KNOX ALLEN[/fancypost]
[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 410px; height: 5px; font-size: 11px; text-align: justify; font-family: ms mincho; line-height: 11px; margin-top: -6px; text-transform: uppercase;]In poison places, we are the anti-venom. We're the beginning of the end.[/fancypost]
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 410px; font-size: 9px; text-align: justify; line-height: 11px; margin-top: -7px;]My eyes locking with hers as I say them scan my face, a smile on her face. I was just as happy as she was. Amazed that when I met Gunner those years ago I had just lost my brother. I felt broken, shattered like a piece of China thrown on the ground without any care. And when I walked into that Record store that day and I saw this beautiful, women behind the counter I knew that I wanted to marry her. I wanted to be with her for the rest of my life. And of course when our hands touched I felt like she was the person who could help me piece myself together. Even if I wasn't ever going to be like I use to be. I knew she would love me for this shell of a man I use to be.

And when we started dating it felt like an instant connection. Our voices mixed so well, my guitar sounded perfect to her voice. When she moved in I felt whole again, I felt like a new person. The person who had been shattered only years before it. I loved her, I loved her with all of my being and I would do what ever she needed me to do and I would love her until the day I died. No matter where our lives took us.

Hearing her ask if I wanted to go tell my brother I looked up at her. Almost shocked that she would say that, but it felt amazing to have her say that. "Of course...I...I'm." I stopped as I began to stutter, at a loss for words. But I grabbed her. Holding her close and tight. "Thank you baby. I know he would of loved you." Pulling away ever so slightly I kissed her softly and looked at everyone else. "You think they would want to come?" I probably sounded crazy. I was about to introduce my amazing friends to my dead brother by bringing them to his grave. But if Gunner suggested it then I knew it wasn't that crazy.

Oh no! You weren't pushing me! And I'm up for time-skiping after this. I like the idea of Jax just showing up with this kid and everyone's like 'Ok...' Perfect, lol || [/fancypost]
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 430px; font-size: 20px; text-align: justify; font-family: ms mincho; line-height: 11px; margin-top: -4px;]✧ —NASH MONTGOMERY[/fancypost]
[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 410px; height: 5px; font-size: 11px; text-align: justify; font-family: ms mincho; line-height: 11px; margin-top: -6px; text-transform: uppercase;]Well, is it hard understanding I'm incomplete?
A life that's so demanding. I get so weak.[/fancypost]
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 410px; font-size: 9px; text-align: justify; line-height: 11px; margin-top: -7px;]So so sorry, I lost the thread and then was like inactive on and off for awhile and ugh! But ya, I would love to know the plot of the book! Feel free to DM it to me or what ever. ||

Hearing her shout echo through the set I myself jumped to. Stopping and suddenly shooting her a glare as she began to yell at the director for no apparent reason. I get that this was her book and her movie but she couldn't just barge here and take full control. There was a method to everything and she would throw it off if she just started yelling cut and scolding the director like he was a puppy. And a director who is highly marked in the film industry, countless awards for his movies and works since he started.
Watching the whole commotion I sighed and ran a hand through my dark hair. Looking at my co-worker as she crossed her arms across her chest, just as annoyed as I was. Seeing him begin to walk over I excused myself and walked over to her.
"OK...Your the author and all but seriously? Can you take it down a little bit? You can't just yell at a director and act like he's a kid! There was no other way you could have done that calmly?" I asked, I didn't raise my voice but it was serious and stern. I wasn't going to have her waltz in here and push me or anyone else around because she thought that everyone needs to do what she says because its her story. Doesn't work that way sweetie, I would know. I've been in the industry since I was a kid. [/fancypost]
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 430px; font-size: 20px; text-align: justify; font-family: ms mincho; line-height: 11px; margin-top: -4px;]✧ —Shiloh Lark[/fancypost]
[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 410px; height: 5px; font-size: 11px; text-align: justify; font-family: ms mincho; line-height: 11px; margin-top: -6px; text-transform: uppercase]Truth is that it was always going to end.This symphony buzzing in my head[/fancypost]
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 410px; font-size: 9px; text-align: justify; line-height: 11px; margin-top: -7px;]So sorry, I lost the thread and then got super busy and inactive on and off for awhile and ugh, but time-skip. ||

As we approached the scene I saw the fire leaping from the windows, casting awful shadows and pumping smoke out of the stone building. Getting out of the ambulance I covered my mouth and waited. The memories of only moments before rushing through my head as I tried to forget it all and just work. Soon people began to come out, firefighters with civilians draped on their arms. Coughs filled the air as I worked.
Coming home was a relief and at the same time a punishment it seemed. I walked into the empty apartment, no noise. No game already on. He would of been off before me and would of been watching the hockey game already. But no sound escaped from the T.V. Walking into my room I threw my work bag onto the bed and walked into the bathroom. Looking at myself in the mirror as I pulled my shirt off. There was a burn mark on my arm from where the fire had licked me when I went in. Another on my chest to the side, soot covered my face and any part of my skin that hadn't been covered. Sighing I stepped into the shower and rinsed off.
Getting out I pulled on a maroon shirt and my leather jacket on over it. Covering the rest of the burns that had traveled up my arm since I had my sleeves rolled up at that time. A pair of jeans and sneakers to pull it all together. "Want to grab dinner at the new Thai place on 8th? And then a drink at Sam's?" Sam's was a local bar that was opened up by a couple of the firefighters at my station. It's were all there service people went in the area. Especially after a day like this most people wanted a drink to aid in forgetting the day.
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[size=6pt]★ trek

[align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0px; margin-bottom:-21px; text-shadow: 2px 2px black; letter-spacing:-2px][align=right][font=georgia][size=27pt][color=white]Salem Tolstoy[/fancypost]
[fancypost borderwidth=0px; letter-spacing: 2px][align=left][size=8][sub][color=black][b] Truth be told I never was yours[/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; margin-top:-15px][hr][/fancypost]
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[size=6pt]★ trek

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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; margin-top:-20px; text-shadow:0px 1px 10px white][color=lightgray][size=28pt][font=georgia][b][i]Kieran Wilcox[/fancypost]
[fancypost borderwidth=0px; margin-top:-23px; letter-spacing:2px][align=center][font=arial][size=7pt]I'm a stitch away from making it. And a scar away from falling apart, apart[color=white][/fancypost]
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[justify][sub][color=white]I noted her eyes scanning my face. Taking a moment to stop here and there and observe it just a little bit more. Now that we were in good lighting and not the lighting of the party I noticed more stuff about her. The way her hair fell in curls around her face. The way her mouth turned up into a little smile when she laughed, and when she talked about something she seemed to like. She was just perfectly amazing in every way. Beautiful in fact, heck. We would have an amazingly good looking kid. Not to brag or anything.

Watching her eyes as she did so I tried to figure out her emotions. All good it seemed, but it was such a mix. Of mix of happiness, maybe love? Lust, or was that just a hint of flirtation? I asked myself as her brown orbs soon moved up to my eyes. Meeting them as they seemed to clear a little. Like clouds parting in the sky to make room for the moon at night. Smiling softly at her I saw that she wanted to do something that I wanted to do too. I had waited for the right moment, giving her her space so didn't seem to over bearing or anything like that.

Turning my body towards her I pulled myself into her just enough so I could place my arms around her waist. Letting my face move forward to hers. Wanting to feel her soft lips against mine again. Missing the feeling of rush and adrenaline that pumped through my blood and veins. Coursing through my body as it had done earlier today when I kissed her. Even if it was for a brief second.

I wanted to feel her soft finger tips against my face. Her palms cupping my face as she kissed her back. Possibly her hands running through my hair. Her long nails tickling the back of my neck and the top of my head. I longed for her kiss so much. [/fancypost][align=center]
[size=6pt]★ trek

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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 430px; font-size: 20px; text-align: justify; font-family: ms mincho; line-height: 11px; margin-top: -4px;]✧ — KNOX ALLEN[/fancypost]
[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 410px; height: 5px; font-size: 11px; text-align: justify; font-family: ms mincho; line-height: 11px; margin-top: -6px; text-transform: uppercase;]In poison places, we are the anti-venom. We're the beginning of the end.[/fancypost]
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 410px; font-size: 9px; text-align: justify; line-height: 11px; margin-top: -7px;]Feeling the heat as it radiated through the black shirt that covered my body. Watching the smile on her face as the dress fell over her legs. Her fingers looped around her sandals as she held them in her hand, her hair falling to her back as she stood there soaking up the sun like a sponge, or a lizard or something. Smiling at her I wrapped my arms around her waist and went to kiss her. Wanting to feel her sun kissed lips against mine.

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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 430px; font-size: 20px; text-align: justify; font-family: ms mincho; line-height: 11px; margin-top: -4px;]✧ —Shiloh Lark[/fancypost]
[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 410px; height: 5px; font-size: 11px; text-align: justify; font-family: ms mincho; line-height: 11px; margin-top: -6px; text-transform: uppercase]Truth is that it was always going to end.This symphony buzzing in my head[/fancypost]
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 410px; font-size: 9px; text-align: justify; line-height: 11px; margin-top: -7px;]Placing my phone on my dresser after the shower I sat down on my bed for a minute. Soon it all just kind of hit me, I felt like all of the sudden someone shoved a bunch of rocks into my stomach. And the tears began to roll down my face. The only sound in the apartment was now my silent sobs. I wrapped my arms around myself as my head fell against my chest. Wanting so bad for the apartment door to open and my brother step in. I longed to hear his voice again, yelling at the T.V as the game went on. Not caring if they could actually hear him or not. I wanted to have him throw his dirty under wear at me the nights that I passed out drunk on the couch. I wanted him to be here and be my brother again.
My body shook as I cried, wanting it all to end. The pain of it all. Then I heard the ding of my phone. Looking up, my eyes and cheeks now wet with tears. Wiping them away with the palm of my hand I stood up and walked over to the dresser. Seeing her reply, I wanted to smile but I just couldn't. ^{OK, I'll meet you there.} Sending the text real quick I walked out of the bedroom and into the kitchen. Walking over to the cabinet and pulling out a bottle of liquor. Un-screwing the cap I took a quick little swig and set the bottle down.
Shoving my phone into my pocket as I walked out of the apartment. Locking the door behind me as I walked down to the parking garage. Grabbing my car and driving to the new restaurant. Pulling up to the restaurant I saw her car already parked and looked at my watch. "Sh*t...I'm a few minutes late." I muttered under my breath as I hurried out of the car. Shutting the door behind me as I walked up to the restaurant. Opening the door I saw her and pulled on a little smile. "Hey sorry, I got caught up in traffic." I said with just a little chuckle. A lady calling us over as she lead us over to our table. Pulling a chair out for her I waited to sit down. [/fancypost]
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[align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0px; margin-bottom:-21px; text-shadow: 2px 2px black; letter-spacing:-2px][align=right][font=georgia][size=27pt][color=white]Salem Tolstoy[/fancypost]
[fancypost borderwidth=0px; letter-spacing: 2px][align=left][size=8][sub][color=black][b] Truth be told I never was yours[/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; margin-top:-15px][hr][/fancypost]
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[size=6pt]★ trek

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[img height=100 width=100]http://33.media.tumblr.com/10b…nrn3oj8VqN1t8ctbj_500.gif[/img] [img height=100 width=100]http://l-userpic.livejournal.com/125313391/5184230[/img] [img height=100 width=100]http://38.media.tumblr.com/44f…o0qz26dxNI1syq0k4_500.gif[/img] [img height=100 width=100]http://31.media.tumblr.com/0fb…o019ftJvqS1slchkn_500.gif[/img]
[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 430px; font-size: 20px; text-align: justify; font-family: ms mincho; line-height: 11px; margin-top: -4px;]✧ —NASH MONTGOMERY[/fancypost]
[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 410px; height: 5px; font-size: 11px; text-align: justify; font-family: ms mincho; line-height: 11px; margin-top: -6px; text-transform: uppercase;]Well, is it hard understanding I'm incomplete? A life that's so demanding. I get so weak.[/fancypost]
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 410px; font-size: 9px; text-align: justify; line-height: 11px; margin-top: -7px;]Hearing her say that she had a short fuse I sighed and ran a hand through my hair. I could be the same way, now that was a story that would probably come out soon enough. I stood there and just listened, letting her yell at me because I knew this couldn't be the only making her mad. Stree was probably involved too. And as she sat down I sat myself down in the seat next to her. "Hey, I'm sorry I got mad. I get it, your the author. It's your story. You've and everyone else have seen to many movies get screwed up and made so different from the book who wonder if the movie is really based off of it. I get it." Sitting forward a little bit I held my hands together and rested my arms on the tops of my legs.
"And I also get the short temper thing. I've never told anyone this story because I didn''t want to make a big deal out of it. But I was adopted. Almost everyone knows that. When I was about 8 my uncle moved in with us after a tour in Iraq. He was there for a little over 2 years and wanted to be with his family. This was before any of my siblings were adopted, so we became really close. With both of my parents working her would take me to school, meet me at the bus stop in the afternoon and walk home with me.
Well one day he wasn't at the bus stop. I walked home, thinking maybe he forgot. You know that oblivious 8 year old brain who didn't suspect anything bad. As I got to the front door I walked in and shouted his name a few times. Deciding he went some where. I went up to my room and threw my bag in there. I then walked into his room to see if his shoes were gone to tell me that he really had gone some where. And when I walked in, I froze. There lay my uncle, on his bed. A gun on the floor next to him, and blood staining the sheets. He had PTSD from his time in the Military. Really bad the last few weeks he was alive but he didn't want to admit he wasn't doing good and go into the doctor to get help. And that day was such a bad day that he decided he couldn't take it and committed suicide. And I found him, my best friend now gone from my life. And as the month went on I just got worse and worse. The funeral, all the family members who I had never meet before showing up at our house and talking to us. One night I had had enough and in the middle of dinner I stood up and pushed my plate and glass onto my floor. Watching them shatter as I reached for everything else breakable on the table. Throwing them on the ground as my dad grabbed me and pulled me away. Kicking and yelling. They took me to the doctors the next morning and I was diagnosed with PTSD from finding my Uncle dead. And of course one of the symptoms, and the most common for me, was irritability. So ya, I get it. I struggled with my temper most of my life. Until I got older and they found the right medicine for me." I shrugged and sat back. I wasn't upset anymore, when I use to tell the story in high school I would cry and just end up lashing out again. I didn't want to anymore, I wanted to control it. [/fancypost]
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; margin-top:-20px; text-shadow:0px 1px 10px white][color=lightgray][size=28pt][font=georgia][b][i]Kieran Wilcox[/fancypost]
[fancypost borderwidth=0px; margin-top:-23px; letter-spacing:2px][align=center][font=arial][size=7pt]I'm a stitch away from making it. And a scar away from falling apart, apart[color=white][/fancypost]
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[justify][sub][color=white]Watching as she moved into, her fingers soon my face. Running over my cheek bones and sending chills through my body. Good chills, her soft baby like skin almost cooling my face. Her fingers moved so gracefully around my face. Brushing my cheeks, the stubble on my face. Her fingers even reaching and just gently skating over the back of my neck. This was the affection I craved so much, especially when I started dating more and more. I just wanted someone to play with my hair, mess with my face. Squish it around like I was a little kid with all of his baby fat left.

Opening my eyes for just a minute I saw the passion ignite in her eyes. She had to feel the same way I did. This feeling couldn't just be one sided like I had felt like it was last week. That day after when she never replied to me. I felt like sh*T. Honestly, like I had screwed up. But now I knew that she was just scared. And now she was terrified probably. No ones prepared to really have a kid, especially in our case. We were two people who meet for the first time at a party, had a one night stand that night and later this happened. We weren't together, we had never meet really before that night.

I guess stuff happens for a reason. Pulling away for a moment and resting my forehead against hers I took a few breaths before leaning back in. Closing my eyes as our lips moved together, pulling away and then clamping back together. Almost like magnets were placed in our lips that would instantly pull us back together if we were even inches from each other.

Pulling back after a few moments of basically sucking on each others face I still held her close. Resting my fore head against hers. Feeling her nose pressed against mine as we held each other. I didn't want to let go, I wanted to sit here and feel like this forever. My heart threatening to beat out of my chest from the adrenaline. I pulled away just enough to kiss the bridge of her nose. Letting my lips linger for a moment on her nose before I pulled away. Looking into her eyes to figure out what she was feeling. If those feelings for reason had just run away all of the sudden.

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[size=6pt]★ trek

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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 430px; font-size: 20px; text-align: justify; font-family: ms mincho; line-height: 11px; margin-top: -4px;]✧ — KNOX ALLEN[/fancypost]
[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 410px; height: 5px; font-size: 11px; text-align: justify; font-family: ms mincho; line-height: 11px; margin-top: -6px; text-transform: uppercase;]In poison places, we are the anti-venom. We're the beginning of the end.[/fancypost]
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 410px; font-size: 9px; text-align: justify; line-height: 11px; margin-top: -7px;]The week or so leading up to the Wedding were the toughest for me I think. We were both stressed out between planning the Wedding, press hoarding us any where we went begging for questions, all of that fun stuff. And on top of that I didn't have my brother here with me. The one guy I always saw at my Wedding when I was growing up. Standing next to me at the alter and flashing me grins and hitting me to calm me down. Ya, that's brotherly love for you. Hosting my bachelor party as we probably went to some concert. Smoked some different things, drank a bunch of drinks, and then went home and passed out. Waking up the next morning with the biggest hang over in the world. I mean the guys in the band did a good job. We had a lot of fun, a lot of fun. It just wasn't the same without my brother.

I did all right though. I only cried a few times, ya I know. 'That's good?' Well for me yes. I don't do the best with stress so that's why I live the life I do. Care free and just follow the crowd most of the time. But I was good, I wasn't going to break down.

Standing in my 'dressing' room I looked at myself in the mirror. I wasn't wearing the typical black suit, I didn't want to. It was mine Wedding, well Gunners too. But she wouldn't probably complain. It was a very dark maroon suit jacket, and pants. A white button up and a black bow tie. This was probably the fanciest I had ever been dressed up, but it was my Wedding. And being kind of a celebrity I had to dress even nicer for when press took pictures and stuff. I was shaking just a little bit, of course I was nervous. Who wouldn't be on their Wedding day? My grooms men wearing typical black tuxes with maroon ties. I made Keith my best man, Jax was one of the grooms men, Robin, and of course any of Gunner's broter who wanted to stand up there with me.

Watching myself in the mirror I made sure my cuff links were tight enough and at the same time my bow tie wasn't choking me. Soon Aunt M poked her head in. Telling me they were ready for me, and wishing me well. Sighing I looked at myself one last time before I left the room, the last time I would be an 'un-married' man. Walking out to the isle I walked down it, I mean the wedding hadn't really started yet so no one was paying attention. But I looked in the front row and saw what I wanted, a seat left open with my brothers name on a piece of paper on it. I just figured if the after life was a real thing then he would sit there. A brother could only hope.

Then I saw Keith walk out, a kid holding his hand. He lead him over to a seat in the front row and sat him down. I looked at him, my mouth about ready to drop and I went to move to say something but was to late. The music started and I stood up straight. Looking down the isle as I folded my hands in front of me. And soon Madge appeared, throwing the little flower pedals as she walked. And soon there was Gunner. In all her stunning grace, converse and all. But of course I had converse on that matched hers, did anyone expect anything else from us? Really. Her brothers arm linked with her as they walked. Tears appearing in my eyes as I quickly whipped them away with the sleeve on my shirt. Smiling as she got closer. Soon her brother handed her off to me and I took both of her hands in mine.

"You look amazing..." I mouthed softly with a small chuckle as I looked into her eyes. My own starting to water as I watched her. Listening to the officiator began the Wedding. For the first part he just kind of talked. Then it was time for the vows and I had a special little thing planed out. A set up next to the stage, Keith's guitar, mine, two microphones. Motioning to the boys I brought Gunner over and had her stand next to one of the microphones as I grabbed my bass. Slinging it over my body before I cleared my throat. "Gunner, ever since our hands touched in that record store I knew I wanted this day to happen. And as we started dating I feel into a down ward spiral of love. I would say that neither of us were in the best place when we meet but now I couldn't be happier. You fixed me...You may have even picked me up off the ground." A small chuckle escaping my lips as I cued the boys to come in. Hearing the first note of Summer Time by MCR filling the air. "I love you to death Gunner. And these are my vows." I said looking at her and nodding before I came in.

"When the lights go out, Will you take me with you, And carry all this broken bone." I sang as I felt my fingers pluck the strings on my bass. I couldn't think of a better way to do my vows, I tried to write them but heck. I was a musician, I wasn't a poet. So what do Musicians do the best? We play music. Keeping my eyes locked on her as I let my lips almost graze the mic. Moving but not breaking the concentration on her. This song was perfect, its about two broken people finding each other and fixing each other. That was us. That was us all the way. "'Til you pick me off the ground. With a brick in hand, your lip-gloss smile,
Your scraped-up knees. "

I haven't been to an formal wedding in a long time. But I figured I would skip all the boring stuff and jump into the Vows since I actually had an idea for them. ||[/fancypost]
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 430px; font-size: 11px; text-align: center; font-family: ms mincho; line-height: 11px; margin-top: -4px;]code by lightsy[/fancypost]

[align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0px; margin-bottom:-21px; text-shadow: 2px 2px black; letter-spacing:-2px][align=right][font=georgia][size=27pt][color=white]Salem Tolstoy[/fancypost]
[fancypost borderwidth=0px; letter-spacing: 2px][align=left][size=8][sub][color=black][b] Truth be told I never was yours[/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; margin-top:-15px][hr][/fancypost]
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[size=6pt]★ trek

[align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0px; margin-bottom:-21px; text-shadow: 2px 2px black; letter-spacing:-2px][align=right][font=georgia][size=27pt][color=white]Salem Tolstoy[/fancypost]
[fancypost borderwidth=0px; letter-spacing: 2px][align=left][size=8][sub][color=black][b] Truth be told I never was yours[/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; margin-top:-15px][hr][/fancypost]
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[size=6pt]★ trek