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Wow, that's really good! c:
Do you prefer to RP in first or third person?
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You're welcome, love <3 Me too, don't worry!
That's sounds absolutely amazing! Fluffy and lots and lots of cuddles it is c;
Well thank you, sugarplum <3 As much as I adore him, I insist that you play Oliver. Did you have any preference for his counter part? I'm not picky and I'll play anyone that you wanted me to :3
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| [fancypost bgcolor= ; border: ;border-top:10px ridge black; border-left: 0px groove black; border-bottom: 0px dotted black; border-right: 0px groove black;][justify][font=georgia][size=12px] If I could, I would like to take a step backwards and explain a few things. My golden rule and that little technicality I had briefly mentioned earlier. Remember that? It was the sole reason that my band knows all about my preference of sexuality. In fact, the two go kinda hand-in-hand with another. You have to understand one story to comprehend the rest. I will spare you the minor details that aren't so important, but I'm telling you this a purpose. So please, bare with me. Or just tell me shut the hell up. Both options could work, but as far as I'm concerned, this is important stuff here. I swear; I'm the kinda guy who gets the point. No need to beat around the bush, so here it is. My rule, the one that held I wouldn't drink before or after a show was nothing more than a charade I put on for the comfort of my band. I tried, I truly tried to hold onto that, but I was a weak individual. Not that I have ever in my lifetime claimed to be strong. I was bullheaded and as stubborn as they come, but I'm not strong. Someone who was strong could face their life and find the beauty in it. I had been pushed to the edge so many times, sometimes I felt like I was never going to come back. How easy it would be to let this alcoholism take complete control over me, but I wasn't heartless. The only reason I tried to remain sober was for my friends and my parents. It's kinda like quitting smoking though, I suppose. You can't stop because everyone wants you to. You can find the power to quit only if its something to you honestly hope to achieve. Did anyone every stop to think for a moment, that I possibly didn't want to change? Maybe I was afraid of it. After all, this had become a part of my life for last couple of years. I am thankful for the guys, but at the same time there are things I wish I could take back. They watched me fall and tried to pick me back up, but I refused help. Here's another story for you -- about a year or so ago, I had been drunk off my ass. Normally, I am a rather happy drunk. Giggly and friendly, honest in the most humanly way possible. But that night, I wish I could erase that memory. My drinking habit was worse than they had known, and Blake, bless him, had tried to confront me about it. I didn't want to hear it any of it. I can recall him yelling at me, pleading with me and demanding me that I turn over any liquor I had in my possession. Yeah, right. As if I was ever going to do such a thing. Clearly, he was upset and I had turned violent in our verbal quarrel. I did something I never thought I would do, and it tears me up inside to think I had actually done it. I swung at him. I clenched a fist and aimed to crack him upside the head. You know what they say though, your reaction time is so much slower when your intoxicated. I had missed my target, thankfully, I don't know if I could ever face him if I had actually hurt him. The rest happened in a blur and I got what I deserved. Tommy was the older brother and I swear that man came outta no where, eyes set to kill. He shoved Blake away from me and popped me upside the nose so hard that I bled. It was everywhere, I could still taste the bitter metallic of it on my tongue and lips. It ruined my bleach white shirt and I haven't worn that color since. I didn't put up any further of fight, though. I hit my knees so hard on the parking lot pavement I split the skin open there as well. I was a mess, so much more than I have ever been. I spilled everything that night, every secret I had ever had bottled up. The fact that I'm gay. The fact that my home life was no where near fine. The fact that I was in trouble with my drinking and I was falling fast. That fact that I wanted to get help. Now, I will deny that fact till I'm blue in the face when I'm sober, but I had told the truth in that crowded little bus. I spilled my guts out to those guys. Sawyer, Tommy, Blake. It was all there and out in the open and I couldn't take it back. I pretended like I forgot all about that conversation. You know, I used the excuse that I was so trashed, it was nothing but a blind spot in my memory. I always knew though, that everyone had remembered. They constantly reminded me of the promise I made that night - no drinking on a show day. Like I said, I'm a weak individual. Sometimes I honestly remained sober on days we played for the kids. But of course, there were some days that I simply could not handle the reality we face everyday. I carried my own personal stock of vodka, whiskey, the good hard stuff. Bottles that I've collected during meetings with our manager and nonsense like that. It was purely meant to be social, but hey I didn't steal it. I just took mine to go. Sometimes I would sneak into the bathroom, just for a sip that would always more than likely turn into a large gulp. What about the smell? The power of mouth wash, baby. They never suspected, or I at least told myself as much. Please, don't judge me. Ahem, so moving on. Damnit was Patty Walters distracting. If I hadn't known better, I swear he was doing those little things on purpose. Trying to get a ruse out of me, I wonder. They were probably silly things to something else. The way he laughed, smiled, and gave that little sway of his hips. Hell, forget that. The way he chewed on that lower lip... Ugh, I apologize. Sometimes I can't just help myself. If I didn't do something soon, I would be willing to bet that I would eventually end up scaring the poor guy away. And I was no betting man. I laughed as he pulled a bag of popcorn from the top bunk. They were so much like us, always hiding food from each other. My smile was genuine, and my eyes were brighter than they've probably been in months. There was just something about him. I was enticed and compelled to get to know Patty. I mean really get to know him. Not just enough to make it through this tour. Oh, what gives. If they could have a good time, then so could we. I swung my legs over the side of my bunk, making a beeline towards my luggage. The black bag was stuffed to full capacity, that's for sure. At first, it seemed nothing more exciting than clothing. But as I moved away some of the layers, the glimmer of glass reflected off the lights. I slid two bottles from the bag - one was about half way full with an auburn brown liquid inside and the other never even opened, but containing a clear fluid. My alcohol stash. You're welcome. Turning around with a wild grin on my face, I watched Patty mess with the microwave. I scampered back towards my bunk, watching him approach with amusement dancing in the depths of my eyes. He startled me a little when he spoke. I mean, seriously, this guy had nothing to apologize for. And yet, he had. "Please don't apologize," I started, fighting off the urge to reach over and touch his hand in a gesture of understanding. I didn't want to scare him off. [color=limegreen]"I get it, I really do." I motioned briefly towards the bottles, for I didn't want to come off as pushy. If he didn't want to drink, he didn't have to. I just needed something. I didn't intend on getting wasted -- I just wanted to take the edge off. I wanted to relax and be lazy. F*ck. I wanted to cuddle. [color=limegreen]"Care for a drink?" |
| The words rolled off my tongue with ease, but inside I was growing nervous. How could I let Patty see this side of me already. There was more to me than this, but when I was uncertain I always clung to something that had been there for me. I wasn't proud of the way I was and I wanted nothing more than his understanding. Maybe he was like me in some ways. Yeah, that thought calmed me down a little. We all have things we hide. It's nothing to be ashamed of. I reached for the already open bottle, unscrewing the lid with concentration. I swirled the golden liquid around the bottle, the smell of it already floating through the atmosphere. And that was all; there was no going back for me at this point. Cheers, darling. I took a swig, able to swallow the bitter liquid without making a face. It went down easy to me, though some people had to grow accustom to its taste. It felt good. I mean, it warmed my throat and tummy as it slid down. It wouldn't be long till I started showing the effects of my drinking. I was a light weight, in all honesty. I could hold my liquor, sure, but it never took much to get me to the point of no return. I extended the bottle towards Patty, offering the drink to him if he so desired to take it. As I said, I didn't want to be pushy and I would be cautious tonight with just how far I let myself go. {Out Of Character} Daww, you're so sweet <3 Ah, that's the cutest thing c; My bunny <3 I wish I could huggle you so much. This is like the cutest thing. They need to kiss like now. Right now. I love them so much <3 lots and lots of cuddles! I couldn't beat your post, it was just too perfect darling c; [Center][color=black][size=5px]© woɴderleѕѕ |
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Hmm, it's such a tough decision though, love! <33
How does Matt Kean sound then?
Do you have writing preference as well? As in first person or third?
Like I said, darling, I'm not picky so either one will work for me.
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You're welcome <3
Oh, got cha. I can do either, so which ever you're more comfortable with will work.
It was certainly news, but it didn't change anything. I had been expecting the worse, but this was far from it. My heart fluttered in my chest and for a moment I had no idea how to respond. I knew he would warrant some kind of reaction. He would want me to say something. But what was there to say? This was crazy and it was happening so fast, I felt as though I might be loosing control. I couldn't tell you why I did what I did, but it just sort of consumed me. I panicked when Kellin got up. How was I suppose to know he just wanted a shower? I would have sworn he was about to walk out on me and I couldn't have that. It all was whirling by in a rush to me. One minute I had been sitting on the bed, lost amid my own thoughts and the next my hand was reaching out to grab Kellin's.
"Don't," I whispered. "Please don't go." And then I was standing in front of him, all boundaries of personal space lost. I was practically against him, my golden gaze searching his own. "This is new to me, you have to know that, but I can't lose you." Every word I had spoken was the truth. Kellin needed to believe that. I didn't want him to leave or spend the night in another room. I would have given anything for him to just simply stay with me. I got brave, I suppose you could say. Before I realized what I was doing, my lips brushed against his. It was a gentle kiss, but ever full of passion. It lingered for a moment, before I slowly drew back, assure of how he might react. My shyness took over, a rosy pink flushing against the olive tan color of my cheeks.
I was hoping you'd say that, hun <3
Oh, goodie! I'm glad to hear that, I'm much better at first person.
Hmm. Let's see here c;
Perhaps something along the lines of them fighting more and more on tour. Maybe the band has been having issues and the rumor of them breaking up is becoming increasingly possible. So either Oliver or Matt decided that they've just had it and want to part ways with the group. Except for the fact there is a bit of a romance forming between Oli and Matt -- which turns out to be the only thing stopping them from leaving. And there can be a whole bunch of drama if you'd desire added to plot. Unfortunately, that's the best I can come up with at the moment. Sorry, darling. Did you have any ideas?
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| [fancypost bgcolor= ; border: ;border-top:10px ridge black; border-left: 0px groove black; border-bottom: 0px dotted black; border-right: 0px groove black;][justify][font=georgia][size=12px] Jack could fondly recall being up on stage. There was nothing that could ever compare to that feeling. Thousands of people cheering out your names and singing along with every word they'd ever written. It was such an unreal thing and it was everything he had ever craved in this world. Of course it felt surreal to him, how couldn't it? This stuff doesn't happen to everyone and it sure as hell doesn't happen often. So what made him so special? What was it that he had ever done that warranted this? It was the greatest feeling and it swelled his chest with pride to be part of it. No one took him serious though, which was fine. At least his band could decipher which was the real Jack and when sh*t needed to be settled. He had never been one for arguing or fighting. In fact he hated the mere idea of it. Verbal arguments were awful, but how could someone strike another human being and be okay with it? It really got under his skin and he swore he would never hit anyone. Unless of course, it was a self defense kinda situation. Then of course, he was going to go down swinging. But, thankfully it had never come to that and he secretly hoped that it would remain that way. Now let's be honest. Jack had pushed just about everyone he knew until he couldn't go any further. He knew their limits. He knew just what he could and couldn't get away with. Just so you understand, he knew Alex would tolerate his nonsense more than per say Zack or Rian. It has nothing to do with rude or destructive behavior. It was just something they had established boundaries for through years of friendship. And if he was being honest, he knew how to handle guys better than girls. He often said the wrong thing. Something that might be humorous to him and his friend was utterly offensive to a women. He had no filter when he spoke, that was just something you had to get used to. No please, don't take that the wrong way. Jack was in no way, shape, or form sexist. He believe firmly that women belonged in the rock scene just as much as anyone else. Some were just more sensitive than others, he supposed. But not Kimberly. And he admired that about her. That girl could hold her ground and it was possible she had her brothers to thank for that. While she was stunning, looks were not everything to him. Her personality shone more brightly than the moon on a cloudless night. But these were all thoughts that he kept to himself. No, not even his band knew. They would never let him live that down. What's worse? Perhaps the Fuentes brothers finding out. He could kiss this tour goodbye then. Standing here, before her now, it was difficult to tell her no. How could he? "Well, I should be escorting you back, but I'll let you in on a secret. I don't like to follow rules." He chuckled, the sound as carefree as you could imagine. A brilliant smile etched its way across his face at her childish action of proposing a pinky swear. The last time he had ever encountered that was probably back in elementary school over the silliest of secrets. It seemed harmless enough, though. As Jack playfully shook his head in disbelief he extended his hand to her to complete the sacred pinky swear. "You're in trouble now if you've lied to me. No one and I mean no one, breaks a pinky promise and gets away with it. Not even you." His tone was laced with humor and his orbs glimmered as he gazed upon her. And then before he realized it, she was leaning against him. Close enough that Jack could feel her body heat radiating off her perfect olive tan skin. Mischievously he looked down at her, a smirk etching its way across his demeanor. He was aware that he probably should have gently moved away from her. Told her some lame ass excuse and left so that neither one of them would get in to trouble. If the guys had caught him -- no, if Pierce the Veil had caught them like this - Jack was a dead man walking. But as he said, he didn't like to follow rules. [color=black]"Just what do you think you're doing?" He questioned smoothly, his tone rather hushed as he spoke. An eyebrow raised with expectation, he stifled the quiet sound of a laugh under his breath. [color=black]"What game are you trying to play here, Kimmy?" |
| Jack tried again, his dominant right hand falling to rest ever so lightly against her shoulder. He was treading in dangerous waters, but what he could say? It was exciting all the same. {Out Of Character} Daww thanks, darling <3 You're so kind c; [Center][color=black][size=5px]© woɴderleѕѕ |
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Yes, I adore that! <3
If Oli is the secret tease, perhaps Matt is that one most likely in denial. That made perfect sense, don't worry c;
Really adorable sounds like a marvelous idea!
I love it, I really do, darling <3
Would you mind creating the thread?
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Certainly, that's no trouble :3
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I'm in love with this already <33
Thanks a bunch, darling! I really appreciate it! c;
Maybe we could start after one of their shows? Or possibly the beginning of the tour?
Just a few ideas, whatever you'd like best :3
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I don't believe, unless you can think of anything.
Did you want to make the thread, or should I?
// Ahh <3 it is and it gets better every time I read it c;
Upon hearing the sound of the door swing open and then shut again, my attention had been instantaneously grabbed by what I saw. I gave Kellin the old once over, a smirk playing at the corners of my mouth. And then he had done something that I had never anticipated. He let his towel drop straight to the floor. There was no embarrassment on his part and I greedily took the sight of him in, bearing no ounce of shame for doing so. My brown orbs were bright in the dim room, never once leaving Kellin as he approached and moved to position himself beside me on the bed.
I pursed my lips at his words, lightly shaking my head at his question. "No, not really." I murmured, absently biting my bottom lip. Sure, I had been tired when we first arrived but I couldn't even think about sleep now. I was too distracted by the chain of events that had aspired this evening. Pushing myself up on my elbows, I gazed up at Kellin, feigning a look of innocents and mischief all at the same time. The way he looked back at me now, how could I not respond the way I had? I reached up, hooking my fingers into the collar of his shirt and gently pulling him towards me until our lips met again.
It was such a sweet thing, but for whatever reason I was craving more than a mere peck. In a fluid motion, I was no longer laying down, but instead on my knees as my body made contact with his. A hand snaked around Kellin's shoulder, weaving its way into his ebony hair. I grabbed a small hand full, giving it a tug, nothing painful mind you, as my nails grazed the back of his neck.
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| [fancypost bgcolor= ; border: ;border-top:10px ridge black; border-left: 0px groove black; border-bottom: 0px dotted black; border-right: 0px groove black;][justify][font=georgia][size=12px] So, the kid had a few surprises up his sleeve. I was starting to believe that perhaps he might decline my offer of a drink, but just when I was about to tell him it was okay, he took it from grasp. Delicately balancing out his options, I suppose. There was still hesitation, which I now understand. I was grateful that Patrick had confided in me enough to be honest about never having been drunk before. Or anything more than a wimpy beer, for that matter. That must be a difficult thing to admit, especially to someone you hardly knew. The funny thing was though, it felt like I had known him my entire life. It was so easy to be around him and just be, well me. And trust me, I'm not always so easy going, though I promise you I do my best to be. There was a time, long before my band days and drinking days, that I was just unpleasant to be around. Talk about Negative Nancy. I didn't do much of anything, really. I would spend my days locked away in my bedroom, blasting music so that I didn't hear the hateful words spat between my parents. I think that's what made me want to become part of this whole music scene. Music had been my lifeline and well I wanted that for others. I wanted them to have something to turn to when all else seemed utterly hopeless. Music saves lives, don't try to tell me otherwise. You won't win that argument, I can promise you that much. I hate to fight and argue, though. I guess I'm sort of a hypocrite in a sense. Go ahead, you won't hurt my feelings. I can handle truth, trust me. I just can't stand to listen to bickering and I don't particularly like to be apart of it. That doesn't mean I won't defend myself or my friends, though. There is a fine line drawn in the sand here, bud. You can say what you want about me, but the minute you bad mouth those I care about? Yeah, I'm coming for you. Don't think that I won't. It's different when it's you, of course. But when I have to listen it? I get sick to my stomach, it makes me nervous and edgy. It's kinda that feeling that makes you simply want to disappear. Wouldn't that be nice? No more worries. I could get used to that. It's not that I worried over too much. If fact, I was just one of those guys who went with the flow. Sh*t happens, you know? So what if it occurs a little differently than you planned on. We make necessary adjustments and move on. Do you believe that everything happens for a reason? I do. I don't mean one of those religious deals, either. I am not, let me make myself clear, religious in anyway possible. I'm not necessarily atheist though, either. I would like to believe in a higher power, I just don't know quite what that entitles. No, I just see life that it works out the way its suppose to in the end. That it gives you only what you can handle. It was kinda tough to hold onto that thought some days, but I managed. Funny, isn't it? How small things can mean everything. The things that bring people together and the things that can tear them apart. It was terrifying and yet, it was exciting all at the same time. I was starting to see that in Patty. I couldn't tell you what it was exactly, but there was something buzzing about the atmosphere here that I couldn't put my finger on. I didn't mind it though -- whatever it was, it was making things happen rather quickly. He was no longer a stranger to me, not just some guy who I had to work with because the manager told me to. No, this was just different. I know, I've probably said that before. I just can't explain it, no matter how much I want to. I guess that's what makes it special. It was different, but it was ours. So that was why he had hesitated. Drinking was something new and perhaps, forbidden? "Really? Nothing to ashamed about. Party with me sometime though, my friend. I'll change that statement around faster than you'd think." I threw a playful wink in Patty's direction, taking the bottle back when he extended it to me. Though my tone may have come off as joking, there was an undertone of truth lacing my words. I have tried mixtures of things you couldn't even imagine. The worst was that damn fireball. Since, in the history of ever, has a drink ever been spicy? Cut a guy a break! I mean, seriously. That's just not normal. And they know I don't care for spicy things. Karma can be a real b*tch, as it turns out. It was actually amusing to me to see how suddenly the alcohol had taken him. Not necessarily in full force or anything, but it was starting too. He already had that f*cking flush to his cheeks, which was driving me partially insane on the inside. It was just too cute. My gaze followed him with adoration as he returned to the kitchen for our popcorn. I took another swig, a larger one for that matter, closing my eyes as it slid compellingly into my system. I thought briefly about getting up to help him with our snack, but I decided against it. I wasn't about to take the chance at displaying any kind of tipsy behavior. Sometimes it just kinda hits you. You can be fine one moment and the next - bam - you're out of your ever-loving mind. As he came back towards me, wielding the bowl of delicious smelling popcorn, I laid back down until my head made contact with the plush pillow. I gazed up at him fondly, resting the bottle, standing up of course, against my chest. "We can't share popcorn across the bunk-way, Patty. You either come over here or I'll just climb in your bunk. Makes no difference to me." I don't know where this sudden bravery had woken up from. I, Hayden Rowe, was actually inviting a man into my bed? Or offering myself to lay in his? And no, you perv. I don't mean it sexually. All good things come with time. Sheesh, how the tables have turned. There was no embarrassment on my part though. I have always kinda gone after the things I wanted. It just so happened to be Patrick Walters this time. And then he gave me that precious, shy smile of his. Was I dreaming? Is this some kinda twisted joke? Nah, paranoia needs to hop off my back, and fast. I wish I could tell what he was thinking. I didn't want to read minds or any of that super-human nonsense. I just wanted to know that he was okay with whatever was transpiring here tonight. Part of me wished he might set me straight. Lay down the law here and force me in line. I'm sure I could only benefit from that. But the other part? It knew that he wouldn't do that to me and it willed that he wouldn't turn away from me. His voice interrupted my thoughts, which please, by all means, I was grateful for. My head is a messed up place to be as it is. No pun intended there. Okay, fine. Maybe a little pun. [color=limegreen]"I'm up for anything. I don't necessarily have to a watch a movie. Whatever you'd like." I sat up again, my feet propped up against the bed. I hooked an arm around my knees, the other dangling the bottle of whiskey freely around my leg. I watched the liquid swirl much like hurricane instead the glass container, before I shifted my golden orbs to settle upon Patty. [color=limegreen]"What do you like to do?" |
| I tried again, smiling in a gentle encouragement. I was curious about this boy. I couldn't deny that fact. I wanted him to know that I was someone he could count on. That I would be here for anything he ever needed. Despite what I craved now - cuddling. I'm not a wuss, okay? Don't even imply that. There's just something about the closeness and bond that comes from cuddling you can't replace. You just can't. Enough said. {Out of Character} Aww <3 I do like apple pie. You're sweeter than sugar and honey c; My bunny <3 and no one else's. It'll happen! We'll get there, and soon I hope :3 Tehe, I just can't help myself with these two! Daww, you're gonna make me blush. I still think your posts are marvelous and award winning though <33 [Center][color=black][size=5px]© woɴderleѕѕ |
I didn't try to fight Kellin as he pushed me back against the bed. There was just something about dominance, though I'll spare you the details. I batted my eyes up at him, trying to bite back the sound of laughter. "Since when are you mister responsible, all of a sudden?" I was merely joking, of course. I knew that he was right. There were bound to be questions if we arrived exhausted to a showing. It's not that I was embarrassed about what was happening here, but I wasn't ready for the world to know just yet. Besides, perhaps sneaking around could be exciting. Leaning up to place a final butterfly kiss against his lips, I slipped out from underneath his hold.
A ran a hand through my now unruly hair, heaving a sigh of pure bliss as I settled back down on my side of the bed. I drew the covers up to about my waist, though I wasn't exactly cold. Laying on my side, I gazed in Kellin's direction, suddenly aware of how tired I was. Must have been from the excitement of the tour and my Kellin. It was like crashing off a high. You're perfectly fine one moment and the next you're craving nothing but sleep. "Sweet dreams," I murmured, my eyes half lidded as I spoke. I rolled partially over, just enough that I could switch the lamp off, though the moon gave off enough light through the window that you could still make out the general shapes of objects in the room.
// Aw, darling, no <3 You're posts are marvelous. I'll take quality over quantity any day c;
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| [fancypost bgcolor= ; border: ;border-top:10px ridge black; border-left: 0px groove black; border-bottom: 0px dotted black; border-right: 0px groove black;][justify][font=georgia][size=12px][color=white] It's difficult to spend months and months trapped on a tour bus with the same people. Of course, we're bound to get into arguments, but nothing like the way Oliver and I got into it. I cared about him, I honestly did, but there was just something I couldn't quite place my finger on. I would turn on dime too. I could be in a generally good mood, but he would say something and all bets were off. I'd go off and when we fought, people got the hell out of our way. The words might sting at first, but after a while you realize that they're simply that. Just words. When you're so caught up in your emotions, can you really be held accountable for what you say? I've said plenty to Oliver that I wish I could take back, but I can't. Perhaps, I over react, but I can't help that either. I mean, he calls me Boo, for f*ck's sake. The other stuff, I could probably handle if no one else was around, but I mean come on. I don't know what I am and that frightens me. I always told myself I was straight, but lately I don't think so. I'm in denial, if I'm being completely honest. I play that charade that I'm not gay, but I think Oliver knows the truth. I think that's why he doesn't give up me. I would have given up on me a long time ago. Especially with the way I threaten to quit all the time. I've had my sh*t packed before, but I can never bring myself to just go. I need this band more than I'm willing to admit. I needed a drink. I was just having one of those days, I suppose. When I threw open the door, I had never expected to find Oliver lounging on the couch, controller in hand. He must have just beat me here, I imagined, for the game was simply starting up. For a moment, I thought about simply turning around and walking out. I didn't come here to fight, but after the explosion between us last night, I didn't know if Oli was on speaking terms with me or not. I deserved as much though, can't blame him for that. Wordlessly, I crossed in front of the television and made my way over towards the fridge. I pulled down a glass, dropping several ice cubes before filling the cup with my favorite brand of whiskey. I downed the shot in nothing flat, slamming it back on the counter as the bitter liquid slid down my throat. I made a slight face at first, but it ebbed as the liquor warmed my throat. Dropping my glass in the sink, I casted glance over my shoulder as my gaze absently watched Oliver. I didn't know what to say, or if I should say anything at all. // Ah, I love this already <33 [Center][color=black][size=5px]© woɴderleѕѕ |
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| [fancypost bgcolor= ; border: ;border-top:10px ridge black; border-left: 0px groove black; border-bottom: 0px dotted black; border-right: 0px groove black;][justify][font=georgia][size=12px] I had heard the commotion of Oliver falling, but by the time I had turned around he was already on the floor. I shook my head, trying to bite back the sound of laughter. He was always doing things like that, thinking he could do just about anything and never face the consequences. I wished I could more like that, but hey you can't change the stripes of a zebra. And then wordlessly, he had shoved the controller in my direction. I could have declined, hell I probably should have, but there was no reason for hostility. [color=black]"Thanks," I murmured, grabbing it off the counter and plopping down next to Oli on the floor. I wanted to apologize for my behavior last night, I honestly did. I started that argument. And for what? I couldn't even tell you what it was about. I was such an ass sometimes, but I guess you would have to expect as much. Side glancing over at him, my gaze watched Oliver in awe. There was really no one like him and I guess that's what drew me to him in the first place. I leaned back so my head rested against the couch cushion, but I could still see the television in my line of sight. [color=black]"Are we okay?" |
| I don't know where that question had come from, but it was too late to take it back now. // Adorable and fluffy are wonderful things c; Daw, darling <3 You're so sweet. You're posts are very good too <3 Hmm, that's tough! There's just so much to choose from :3 [Center][color=black][size=5px]© woɴderleѕѕ |
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| [fancypost bgcolor= ; border: ;border-top:10px ridge black; border-left: 0px groove black; border-bottom: 0px dotted black; border-right: 0px groove black;][justify][font=georgia][size=12px] Jack had passion, no one could deny that fact. It was pretty evident in everything he did, but it was most prominent when he took his place, guitar in hand. He never really had a preference as in acoustic or electric parts. They each resembled something good. More often than none, those acoustic songs had so much more meaning. The electric guitar just seemed to go hand in hand with a partying kinda song, or just letting go of your worries. That's what he loved so much about them both. They had meaning that you just couldn't replace. That's what made their own style so genuine and so unique. Fondly he recalled the day he had met Alex, which would turn out to be the very day that would set the path for the rest of his life. Hell, they were going ten years strong with no sign of giving up. As long as they were wanted and needed, you could best believe that they would be there. A shoulder to lean on. But anyway, back to the point; Alex was the new kid in school and well, Jack liked different. They had an instant click and the two were practically inseparable from then on. Alex had been his first true friend and well, he wouldn't trade what they had for anything. Jack had the kind of personality that he could get along with anyone, really. He didn't care who you were, the clothes you had, or where you came from. The thing of it was, he could be friendly with you, but there was a reasonable amount of trust that had to be established. Certainly, he would joke around with them, but the deep stuff? Don't even think about it. That was for special occasions, special people. Not just anyone. And honestly, he felt as though everyone who was apart of this tour had earned at least that much. Even Kimberly. She was such a free spirit, and that was refreshing. He liked that about her; he even believed that they had that in common. Which was something, you know? Kimberly seemed so innocent and carefree. It must be nice, he wondered. He was so used to having a set schedule, to just do his own thing was a freedom that didn't come too often. He got it on days that he was home and finished with touring. It was always nice for a while, but he missed it. Always before a week had even fished up. Strange, but he didn't care. Touring was one of best things about being in a band. Startled when she flinched upon his touch, Jack drew back slightly. Had someone hurt her? No, he was just paranoid, is all. She could have fallen or bumped it on something. It was possible, he supposed. The last thing he wanted was to hurt her. Clearing his throat, Jack motioned towards the nearby seat in the small kitchenette area, "Why don't you sit then? Relax, take a load off." Without touching her, his hand ghosted behind her waist, guiding her towards the seat. He would be lying if he denied suspicion. The trouble was, he had not an ounce of proof. Who was he to thrown around accusations? Beside, if she wanted to talk it about, well she would. Right? At least, that's what he told himself. Sitting across from her, he crossed his arms over his broad chest and leaned back in the seat. He raised an eyebrow in what appeared to be playful inquisition. "Perhaps you should be more careful then, hmm?" The sound of a soft chuckle rumbled in his throat, though his eyes searched her face. He couldn't tell you what he had been expecting to find there, but clearly he came up short. He shook his head, trying to suppress his own thoughts. Sometimes his head got him in trouble -- Jack either thought about things too much or not enough. Unfortunately there was no in between. "Well that's fine and dandy, but I rather like the name Kimmy. So I suppose you'll just have to toughen up and deal." He flashed her a magnificent smile, lighting up the entire features of his olive tan face. Running a hand through his rather unruly ebony hair, he shook his head and rolled his golden brown orbs at her charade. It was cute the way she tried to pass her self as being some innocent little girl. He knew better, he had seen this act before. [color=black]"As much as I would love to believe that, I don't think so. Whether old Vic and Mike are here or not, you're going to do whatever you please. Haven't you already proven that?" He motioned around the tour bus as an example, humor dancing within the depths of his gentle gaze. After all, she had been told to stay out of this tour bus and yet, here she was. [color=black]"Nice try, but I'm too smart to fool." |
| Jack touched a finger to his head, upon speaking the word 'smart'. He full out laughed at his own gesture, heaving a rather melodramatic sigh. They were bound to be stumbled upon, there was no escaping that fact now. It just came to down to who would discover them first. The guys of All Time Low or Pierce the Veil? Jack didn't care anymore, they were not doing anything wrong. Just having a nice conversation, right? Positioning his hands behind his head, he leaned back further in the oak seat, seemingly beyond at ease. // I'm so sorry for the crappy post, darling :/ I have awful muse this evening. And don't worry, it was wonderful <3 I enjoyed reading it. [Center][color=black][size=5px]© woɴderleѕѕ |
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| I murmured, feigning interest in the character section that was displayed on the television. I wasn't so picky -- In fact I made the strangest characters sometimes. Just picking a bunch of random parts and putting them together to create something. I dunno, I don't mind different, I guess. A huff escaped from my throat when Oliver's hands ended up in my hair. I would let him get away with it this time. I mean, like I said, I didn't come in here to fight. I was tired of fighting, really. It took so much out of me, it wasn't funny. Instead, I gave him a gentle shove, voicelessly giving life to the words "oh, stop it". It was different when it was just me and Oliver. I didn't have to pretend anymore and I clung to that thought with every ounce of my being. // No, I mean it, darling <33 Ah, I know what you mean! Be as adorable as you wish! The kissy face will start soon too c; I promise. This is so cute, I can't stand it! <3 [Center][color=black][size=5px]© woɴderleѕѕ |
[font=times new roman][color=black]// Good c; & you bet cha, darling <3 Love the fancy post, btw :3
I was awaken by the most annoying buzzing sound. No, not an alarm, but the vibration of my phone against the bed side table. I jerked, startled out of my own dreams, just hoping that I hadn't disturbed Kellin. Having been pressed against him all night, I slowly and rather precisely, moved towards the edge of the bed and reached for my phone. Mike. Why was he calling me this early? I side glanced at Kellin, my gaze border-line apologetic as my thumb slid across the glass screen to accept the phone call. My feet struck the wooden floor, shocked by how cold it was as I quickly made my way towards the door. I didn't want to disturb him even more, so I stood outside of our hotel room, though the door was cracked partially open as I could get back inside.
"Good morning," A familiar voice greeted me, and I merely grunted into the phone as a response. I had no idea what time it was, but I wanted nothing more than to be cuddled back in bed. "Just wanted to make sure that you and Kellin were fine. I didn't hear from you yesterday - " I swore it sounded as though my brother were trying to pry, but maybe that's just me. "We're fine," I cut him off before he could give me some kind of speech. "We crashed at a hotel, but we'll be on the road again shortly. I'll see you at the venue. Relax everything is okay." More than okay -- if I was being honest. Mike kept me on the phone with small talk for a few more minutes, before finally telling me goodbye.
Heaving a rather melodramatic sigh, I locked my phone again and headed back into the room. My brown orbs were instantly drawn to Kellin, the ghost of a smile playing across my lips. I left my phone on the edge of the counter, rummaging through my luggage for a change of clothes. I didn't bother to go into the bathroom, I just took my shirt off right there, switching it out for a different clean one. I shrugged into my favorite black sweatshirt, before sliding into a pair of worn faded gray skinny jeans. I sat down at the edge of the bed, watching Kellin with a storm of emotions dancing in the depth of my eyes. All good emotions, don't panic. I could watch him forever, really. He always did the cutest little things and he could make me laugh and smile, even if I hadn't wanted to.
[font=times new roman][color=black]// You're welcome, love <3 you did a fine job!
Please excuse any errors, I am currently mobile.
"Hmm?" I raised an eyebrow in inquiry at Kellin's words. My brother hadn't mentioned anything about the weather, but I suppose it was possible they were further along the road then we were. I can't say I was disappointed either, though. That meant spending more time with my dear Kellin and I had secretly craved that more than I was willing to admit. Just for show, more than anything else, I rose to my feet and pondered towards the window.
As I drew back the curtain, I laughed in disbelief at what I saw there. Snow and ice. It was everywhere, covering the window sills and blanketed on the ground in at least several inches. No wonder it was cold in here, I could feel the chilly air radiating off of the glass. I shivered, not wasting another second as I scampered my way back into bed, drawing the covers up around my lithe figure. "Good, I wanted to stay here with you anyway."
A brilliant and mischievous smile broke across my face. I snuggled closer to Kellin, resting my head partially against his shoulder and chest. Peeking up at him through long lashes, I fought the urge to giggle childishly. I could hear the smirk in his words and it made me wonder what he was thinking. But even better, I hoped he might just show me instead.
And I suddenly, I was not concerned with the cold. In fact, I had completely forgotten about it all at once. Everywhere Kellin touched was a fire set ablaze against my skin and I welcomed it. Pressing back against his own sweet, soft lips, my hands fumbled rather clumsily with the zipper on my sweatshirt. I shrugged out of the outerwear, tossing it in a haphazard fashion behind me. The moment my hands were free, they were elsewhere. One had returned to tangle in his raven black hair, the other lingering against his broad chest. A sigh of pleasure had slipped from me as I felt his hand settle upon my hips. In a swift and graceful motion, my body was suddenly flush against his own, matching Kellin beat for beat.
He was driving me wild. I didn't know where this was headed, but I can tell you I favored the direction it was taking. "Maybe you can help me out then," I murmured in between kisses, my orbs half lidded with desire as I gazed up at Kellin. I trusted him, completely. Whatever he wanted, I knew that I had lusted for it as well. Delivering a final smooch to his lips, I slowly began to press gentle kisses in a trail down his neck. Reaching the crevice between his neck and shoulder, I nipped his skin between my teeth before smirking against the very spot. Mischief was glimmering brightly in my gaze as my hand slowly slid down his chest, resting against his abdomen. "What do you say, Kell?"
// No worries c;
I raised an eyebrow playfully at Kellin before the sound of a soft gasp escaped my lips. It seemed breathless and excited to my own ears. Laying back against the bed, I helped kick away my jeans, silently cursing myself for ever even wearing the skinny styled pants. I met his gaze with ease, surprised about the amount of confidence that was swirling in the depths of my brown eyes. Toying with the bottom hem of his shirt, I gave it a solid tug, voicelessly bring words to my command. Take it off.
Of course I wanted this. How I could not? Watching Kellin hover above me was almost too much bear without him actually touching me. I leaning forward, supporting myself with one hand while the other snaked around his neck. I pulled him gently towards me until our lips met again, where I nipped at his lower lip. Drawing back slowly, I rested my head against his forehead, my gaze searching his face. I needed to know that he wanted this, just as much as I did.
