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Post by Dougie Cleaver ™ on Nov 29, 2007 3:04:29 GMT -5
FACE HIS W R A T H [/color][/size] Dougie Judiah Cleaver.[/color][/font] WORD COUNT: one thousand three hundred seven SCRIPT: Mwahaha!!! LOOONNG ATTIRE: --- STATUS: complete[/center] I wish I could Bubble Wrap my heart, In case I fall and break apart, I'm not God, I can't change the stars, And I don't know if there's life on Mars, But I know you're hurt, People that you love and those who care for you, I want nothing to do with the things you're going through. [/i] Yes, friday night. How teenagers longed for this day. Not only was it the beginning of the weekend, but the start of three days of parties and slumber parties. Oh yes, Friday was the eenagers favourite day. However, instead of enjoying his weekend, he was stuck in a pub, a beer grasped in his large hand. He kept telling himself he was only going to have one more drink. funny how one turned into four within less than an hour. God he was wasted. What was the point of drinking away your problems? They were just going to come back tomorrow, as well as a massive hang-over. He was hanging out with Brendon too much, he was starting to pick up that 'it's alright ot get drunk' side of him. Dougie lifted the bottle to his lips and took another swing back, getting teh rest of the beer that had been left in there for him to swallow. Who knew someone could fuck up so bad after thigns had been going to well? Dougie had walked out on her, Harper Valentine. He let out a groaned and rested his head on the bar counter, closing his head in frustration. The bartender raised an eyebrow at the boy who was, clearly, underage. He asked him if he wanted another one. Wow, shows how much the guy cared for Dougie. The blond haired vampire lifted his head and shook his head, flipping his hair out of his face before placing a twenty on the counter and slipping off his stool, almost falling over because of it. She looekd at teh bartender, "Keep the change." his words were slurred, the sentence sounding more like one word. The bartender offered to call him a cab, but Dougie refused, he was going to walk, pick up his car in the morning. But, where was he headed? Deffinatly not his dorm. Oh no, Harper's. This is the last time, I give up this heart of mine, I'm telling you that I'm A broken man who's finally realised. You're standing in moonlight, But you're black on the inside, Who do you think you are to cry? This is goodbye.[/color] That night was probably as close as he was going to get to her in quite a while. It was the last time he was going to be able to touch her bare skin, her soft, bare skin. The last time he was going to be able to kiss her perfect, venomous lips. Dougie staggered down the sidewalk, his left hand extended, skimming over the walls of buildings so, if he did fall over, he would just fall onto the building and not the ground. His thoughts kept being invaded by Harper's features, her hair, her eyes, her body. God, he was in deep. He was in dangerously deep. He shook his head and growled, biting his lip as he kept walking, more like stumbling, down the street. It probably wasn't going to take long before he was in front of her dorm, saying and doing things he was going to regret. Oh god. Then it hit him. He missed the taste of her blood. The tangy taste that burnt itself into his tongue as he sucked it off her flawless, slender neck. Just the though of her made his heart race. He stepped for a moment, leaning on the a building and closing his eyes, his canines starting to show a bit more than usual. He rolled a bit so his back was on the building, his head leaning back on the hard wall as he tried to keep himself from falling over. How many had he had anyways? It couldn't have been more than five, could it? Tomorrow morning was going to fucking suck. He knew that for a fact. He just hoped that by tomorrow, he would have realised that he had not gone to Harper's dorm and bitched at her for hours straight. God, he was such a pethitic little boy. Not many people would say that about a six foot five eighteen year old boy, but that was the way he was acting, like a child. I'm a little dazed and confused, Life's a bitch and so are you. All my days have turned into nights, 'Cause living without, without, without you in my life. And you wrote the book on how to be a liar, And lose all your friends, Did I mean nothing at all? Was I just another ghost that's been in your bed?Finally mustering up the strength to push himself off the wall, he opened his deep blue eyes and kept walking towards the school. Dougie Cleaver flipped his blond bangs out of his face and growled once more, just wanting to get there, do his thing and leave. Now, it seemed that Dougie was going a bit above and boyond for this girl, but what could he do? He was in love. He was fool in love, but he was in love none the less. It was funny how that kind of worked out. People suspected a guy like Dougie to be a total man-whore, going after anything that moved. He was the complete opposite, not just sleeping with any girl, he had to feel for them strongly first. Harper, lucky girl she was, had the opportunity to sleep with him whenever she wished and she just threw him away every single time they got a bit more serious than fuck buddies. People say he was lucky to be having sex with Harper. Well, god damnit, she was lucky to be having sex with him. Any girl would kill to have a peice of Dougie. He was the typical nice guy with a sense of humor and amazingly good looks. Blue eyes, blond, shaggy hair and a good sense of style. Not to mention he played to interments. He smirked at this thought. He was totally goign to bring that up with Harper. She was al ucky girl to have the chance to have a night with Dougie, not to mention have him be in love with her. Harper should feel lucky to have him, not the other way around. He could have pretty much any beautiful girl and he chose her over all of them! God, this was getting him angry now. He punched the wall a bit before sighing as he crossed the street. 'Cause this is the last time, I give up this heart of mine, I'm telling you that I'm A broken man who's finally realised. You're standing in moonlight, But you're black on the inside, Who do you think you are to cry? This is goodbye.[/color] Reaching the doors of the school, he pulled them open, almost falling over from the sudden force of the door. Next was attempting to get into the school, after a few stumbles, he aaccomplished it. He stomped and stumbled towards the stairs, walking up the flight before turning the corner, not exactly knowing if he was actually going the right way or not. He growled to himself as he realised that he was in the wrong hall. Turning around, he started heading in the correct direction of the girl's hallway. Now, if only he could remember which one Harper's was. Ah yes, Dorm No. 125. He reached the girl's dorm hallway and he looked on eachside, trying to find the right number. 114, 116, 117. Where the hell was it? Finally. 125. He grinned and leaned on the wall, knocking on the door. She didn't answer, he started knocking louder, "Let me in.' he demanded, knocking once more, "Come on Harper, let me in." he added, getting impatient with her.[/size][/blockquote]
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Post by harper valentine . on Nov 29, 2007 16:48:59 GMT -5
STATUS;; complete | incomplete OUTFIT;; pajamas. slippers. WORD COUNT;; 1,784 words. CHAT;; yay, mine is long too! _____________
little miss lust. harper grace valentine "why do you build me up, baby just to let me down and mess me around"
Seconds seemed like minutes, minutes seemed like hours, and hours seemed like an eternity; this day just wouldn’t end. Twenty-four hours ago, she was simply Harper, she did what she always did and life wasn’t nearly as complicated as it was at the present time. But now, things had changed; she was thinking too much and her heart had recently taken the great plunge and had fallen for a certain someone. Dougie walking out on her might seem like something that wasn’t that big of a deal and you might say that the female was overreacting a bit. But if you thought about it from her perspective, every reaction made total sense. There was anger at being rejected, frustration created by the clash between lust and love, which was it that she was feeling? Sure, there was most definitely lust present during the moments she and Dougie shared in the kitchen, but was there the slightest hope of love? It didn’t make sense and Harper wished that everything would return to the way it was before, no confusion, no nothing. But then again, if there really was the teeniest bit of love for him flowing through her veins, the way it was before wouldn’t have been enough.
Early that morning, she had returned to her dorm from the kitchen, all of her roommates were either still asleep or over spending the night at a friend’s house, no one noticed her return. She had collapsed on the bed and didn’t even bother cleaning herself up; hopefully one of her roommates wouldn’t think that she was dead, given the dried blood still present on her body. Luckily, no one noticed her and they were all out of the house bright and early, things to do, people to see. When Harper woke up, she still felt like shit; the anger, frustration, and that oh-so confusing new emotion that she thought that she was feeling, but she wasn’t so sure any more. She went and took a shower, as if to cleanse herself from all of the recent events, all of the drama, it was supposed to clear your head. The shower helped a little bit, she felt a little better at first, but when she returned to her room, Harper simply crawled back into her bed, wearing the her red plaid flannel pajamas. Her hair was thrown up into a careless bun first thing when she stepped out of the shower, it took a while to dry, but it did within a couple of hours. Basically, she looked like crap and she knew it too, hence the reason why she was locking herself in her dorm room. From the time she got out of the shower, to the present time, Harper went from a fuming rampage around her bedroom to completely shoving her face in her pillow, letting tears flow freely from her eyes. Yes, Harper Valentine cried; there was no one to witness the spectacle so there was no reason to hold them back any longer. Her back was to the wall, her knees pulled up against her chest, and her head lay on her knees, slowly but surely gathering what composure she could. What if Christa, Jensen, or Petunia walked in just now? She’d be ruined.
She was wearing her pajamas, her comfortable, Christmas-gift pajamas. These pajamas weren’t like most of Harper’s other pajamas, or any of her other clothes for that matter, they were slightly worn and, in her opinion, they were a bit of an eyesore, red plaid wasn’t her favorite design. Harper never wore them at sleepovers and she would only ever wear them while she was alone or mostly alone, not many person had seen these pajamas and those that did, they didn’t like seeing them because they were fully aware of when and why she wore them. To say the least, the pajamas had history. It was the Christmas when she was nine years old and her grandpa bought them for her, unfortunately, they were a bit too big, but his determination to get his beloved granddaughter to wear his gift, he made a make-shift drawstring so she could tighten and loosen the waist over time. Strangely enough, her grandfather was the family member that she cared about the most; her dad was never around, her mother wasn’t worth shit, and Matt and Cammie were just bystanders. For a while, Harper only wore the pajamas to make her grandpa feel good, and because she knew that she would feel guilty if she didn’t. But after the death of her beloved grandfather, she started wearing them more and more, just to remember.
Over the years, she learned to move on, but she didn’t forget and whenever she felt like total crap because of something that happened, she put on those red flannel pajamas and sat around in her room all day, mulling over the situation, sulking, reading, listening to music, thinking about what had happened and analyze it, and then try to move on. Some times were easier to move on from than others, but one of the hardest ones was when she was eleven. A lot of people say that you can’t be in love at such a young age, but for Harper, it seemed like so much more than it really was, probably just the magnitude of having her first real kiss, all of the pecks didn’t seem to count in comparison to this one. It was kiddy love, it was just before she turned into the Harper most people know today, it was her last step of childhood; she and the boy broke it off three months after they started dating, but for the three months that they did date, both had strong feelings for each other. The boy for the slightly shy, intelligent, and beautiful Harper, and Harper for the funny, cute, and lovable guy. When they broke up, she reacted as though the world was over, she had been smitten and then it was over. To drown out her sorrows, she became somewhat of a bitch, i.e. Harper ‘moved on’ to bigger and better things, sliding up up and away on the school hierarchy; her kiddy boyfriend was presumably forgotten.
A knock at the door drew her brown eyes to it, it was too far away and she felt perfectly comfortable and safe right where she was, snuggled up in the corner of her bed. Besides, it was probably just one of her roommates too lazy to get her copy of the room key out of her purse. It wasn’t likely that someone was stopping by randomly, a note would have been left telling her that so-and-so was going to be stopping by at whatever time, and there was no note so she expected no one. At this point in time, Harper wasn’t going to get out of bed on an account of laziness. She remained right where she was and let her eyes focus on the many magazines, iPod, and cell phone in front of her. All of the items were meant to be distractions, but the magazines just hurt her eyes, she couldn’t concentrate enough to read a single article or study a single page of the latest and greatest fashion. Her iPod was useless, every song that played brought back the exact thing she didn’t want in her mind. For her cell phone, she just didn’t care, she didn’t feel like talking to anyone in fear that she might break down, this was her battle to fight, her thoughts, her life. Whoever the person that was standing outside the door hadn’t left, Harper could still see his or her shadow from the minute sliver of light that entered between the floor and the door. Shit, she was going to have to answer it. She stood up, slipped on her pair of matching slippers, and slowly moved towards the door. A male voice caught her attention and she almost turned around and walked back to her welcoming bed, was that who it sounded like? No, it couldn’t be, he wouldn’t be stupid enough to show up at her dorm-step after what had happened, would he? Her curiosity got the best of her and she went to the door.
Her slender hand grasped the cold handle and she twisted the knob, pulling the door open to reveal the one person she did not want to see at all right now, Dougie Cleaver. There were many approaches she could take on the given situation, but there was only one that would work. If she slammed the door in his face, it would feel good, but Harper knew that he would simply knock again and wait until she left her dorm. Another option was acting as though nothing had happened, but it was literally impossible, and when he saw her in the state she was in, her words wouldn’t be going along with her appearance. Hit him low, get it over with, that was the way to go. Her lips parted and a too bright smile spread across her face, “Oh, what a pleasant surprise!” She exclaimed sarcastically, her tone as fake-happy as one could get; Harper noticed the male’s state, he had obviously been out drinking and still had a bit of recovering to do. So what did he want? Some mad, drunken sex only a number of hours after he had gotten up and left her right in the middle of things? Psh, he wasn’t getting anything. No cheery welcomes, no smiles, no thank-you pecks, nothing. The female crossed her arms and blocked the doorway, “What do you want?” She asked, her voice changing to a hurry-up-and-talk-so-you-can-leave manner. Maybe her reaction would seem a bit strange, but maybe not. A great amount of people didn’t understand her, and in this case – as special as it was – Harper wasn’t even sure if Dougie would be able to comprehend the vast range of emotions that had been spiraling through her brain. Maybe he thought the only reason why she was so pissed was because he totally dumped her, oh no, that was only part of it. The vampire was at a deadlock; she knew that there was something different about him (possibly something special) but her own body was tricking her heart into seeing it as something totally opposite. Deep inside of her, there was a small voice that called out and told the world that she loved the man on the other side of the door, but the small voice was easily overpowered by both her sin and the animal she was. God damnit, why couldn’t she just be normal? Was that too much to ask for?
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Post by Dougie Cleaver ™ on Nov 29, 2007 20:41:41 GMT -5
don't want to face his W R A T H [/color][/size] Dougie Judiah Cleaver.[/color][/font] But today and ever more, If fools were meant to fuck you, Then why do fools fall in love?[/color][/center] WORD COUNT: one thousand three hundred two SCRIPT: GAH! -fingers fall off- ATTIRE: --- STATUS: incomplete ___________________________
How did he stoop so low? That he would go out to a dirty pub, pay good money for cheap beer and get plastered, just so he could wash this girl away form his memory? Dougie would have been disgusted with himself if he were sober, unfortunatly he was out of his mind and totally not ready to make any complete sentences for a while. So why did he even bother comming to Harper's dorm? It wasn't like he was going to make any good points or make her change her mind about him because he was wasted and saying nothing that was makign sense. If anything, she would probably slam the door in his face, hoping he would fall over. He was such a better person than this. It was all Harper's fault. Harper and her god damn hold that she had upon him. His friends were right, he should have gone for the one that truely cared for him, Lexi. She may have a reputation, but she cared for him and trusted him. God, he felt like he was buying a car. Which one to choose? Both are beautiful and had a lot under the hood, but one was a lot more mean than the other. Well, that wasn't completely true, Lexi could be pretty mean if she wanted. But no 'mean' could ever compare to a female vampire. Although, Harper wouldn't be dumb enough to get into a bitch fight right out in the open, she would have to take her out in the forest. Dougie would have to keep his ear open to hear if there was a fight going on. He didn't want eitehr one ot get hurt, seeing as they would be fighting over him. God, why couldn't he just fucking choose? It wasn't that hard! Go for the one that truely cares for you! And shows it!
Dougie didn't expect his greeting to be very welcoming, he had walked away from her, rejected her. No one had ever rejected Harper Valentine and he had gone and done it, with a whole shit load of will power, mind you. She must have been hurt and had a lessen in ego, which could be a good thing. He flipped his hair out of his blue eyes, making him have ahead rush and almost fall over. He was totally gone. Dougie would be surprised if she had even answered the door in the first place. Than again, he knew she was there, so he would just keep knocking until she answered the door for him. The extremes he was going for this girl! To be honest, he was surprised that he hadn't gone straight for the heroin, rather than the booze. Maybe that's what he was goign to do when he got back to his dorm, get high and then pass out. Well, it was better than thinking about Harper, wasn't it? It wasn't like she cared anyways. She didn't even know about his drug addiction, not many people did. Only him, Teddy, his mom and little sister. No one else, not one soul. He was liking it that way, taht meant that no one was going to question him or try to put him into one of those 'interventions'. How he hated those. His parents tried to do that before his dad died, what a 'success' that was. He went on a heroin rampage and it was two days before they found him, lying on the road, barely breathing. Don't even get him started when after his dad died, he over dosed and ended up in the hospital on suicide watch for three weeks. His life was pretty much fucked over, to be completely blunt.
Things just got worse after that. After finally getting out of rehab and getting clean, he met this girl, Marina. She was gorgeous. Her long, brown hair and chocolate eyes, really gorgeous girl. The two met while his mother was holding some charity thing against colon cancer. Marina lost her dad to the same cancer. The two talked about themselves and quickley bonded. They became friends quickley until Dougie popped the question, the two shared diner and such. One thing, Dougie wasn't exactly a virgin and Marina was. She wanted to wait, she wanted to make sure that Dougie loved her enough for him to wait a whole year until they were to have sex. So, he did. He loved herm he truely did. He came over to her mom's house every holiday, giving gifts and takign her out to fancy places. He treated her well. He treated her better than well, he treated her like a real lady. For her birthday, he took her out to one of the most expensive resturants out there and got a window seat. He showered her with gifts and told her how much he loved her. She told him that this was the night the two were going to make love. It didn't happen though, she got too scared. Dougie was patient enough to tell her it was okay. Unfortunatly, after two year of waiting for her, he walked in her house. He wanted to surprise her, being there. Walking up the stairs, he heard banging and muffled noises. He had a vauge idea of what it was, but he didn't want to accept that it was what he was thinking. Walking up to the door, he heard the noises comming from her room. Reaching out, he opened the door, seeing Marina with his ex- best friend, in bed. He was so heart broken. He wanted to just curl up in a ball and just die. How could she have done that to him? He waited for her for two year and she went off and had sex with his best friend. How could anyone recovered form something as scarring as that?
It took him a while, but he did recover. He met Harper and Lexi. They should conider themselves very luck to have them fall for them, after all of that. He kept that under wraps as well, knowing that people would look at him differently if he told that story. They would pity him, and he didn't want anyone's pity. However, concidering the state he was in and how angry he was at the girl behind the door, he would probably let something slip, or eveything slip. It probably depended on how mad she got him. He kept banging on the door, still awaiting for her to answer it, only have it slammed in his face or have a slap in the face. Finally, after having the door opened, he looked down at her, seeing her wearing a rather unusual outfit for Harper. Red plaid? Oh well, no time to thnk about what she was wearing. He listened to her and rolled his eyes, "I'll have you know, I came here to talk to you." he stated, his finger pointing to her, poking her nose softly, "Now, would you be kind enough as to let me into your dorm?" he asked, looking at her with glazed eyes. He didn't even know as to what he was saying. Dougie kept leaning on the wall, waiting for her to shut him out or to actually let him in. He kept looking at her, he knew he was eventually goign to spill out his heart to her, it was inevitable. He was totally drunk and love-struck, that was not a good mix, "If not, I guess I'll have to force my way in." he stated and grinned at her. She could probably smell the alcohol on his breath, making her gag a little bit in her mouth. If only he could see how low he had stooped, how pathetic he had become, just for a girl. [/blockquote]
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Post by harper valentine . on Nov 30, 2007 2:30:01 GMT -5
STATUS;; complete | incomplete WORD COUNT;; 815 words. CHAT;; worst post ever. you meanie butt and making me post. _____________
little miss lust. harper grace valentine "why do you build me up, baby just to let me down and mess me around"
A finger poked her nose, part of her wanted to smile at the childishness of the gesture, and she nearly did, but a quick reminder of what had happened was all it took to keep her face cold as stone. And, he was drunk, it didn’t count for anything. Drunks were disoriented people that could not be relied on, which is exactly why Harper knew that now was the time to shut the door. Couldn’t he just leave her alone for one whole day? What was this, coming to her door drunk as a sailor to talk to her? Especially with the given circumstances, what the hell was he thinking? For a second, Harper was about to let him in off of the basis that no humane person should let a drunk wander around alone by his or herself, but when a wave of absolutely repulsive breath washed over her and she had enough, her lips parted and it was over. “Come back when you’re sober,” she said as her hand grasped the doorframe and swinging it closed in his face. In reality, she didn’t want him to come back at any point in time for the next couple of days, but the chances were that Dougie would remember absolutely none of what occurred during this meeting, and that would probably work out to her advantage.
When she turned around, Harper noticed how trashed her part of the dorm was; there were several outfits scattered on the floor, magazines all over the place, tissues were overflowing the trash bin next to her bed, and one look at her bed was just like the floor, except in a much smaller space. Even if she wanted to, she wouldn’t have let Dougie inside when the place was such a wreck, Harper didn’t have people inside (besides her roommates) unless the room was semi-decent looking. She scuttled away from the door, shuffling her feet across the floor back to her bed where she then kicked her slippers off and lay down on top of the comforter, facing the beige wall. Harper grabbed an extra pillow and placed it over her head to muffle out any complaints Dougie was making outside, she squeezed her eyes shut as if to block out the world, to block out everything that required thought. Why did her life have to be so complicated? Why couldn’t things just happen the way she wanted them to? Well, I guess that was where the problem lay; Harper didn’t know what she wanted. Part of her wanted Dougie so there would be someone for her, but her other half wanted him just so she could spit him back out.
Maybe he was so drunk to the point that he wouldn’t even realize that she had failed to lock the door behind her, Harper herself didn’t even realize that she had left the door unlocked. She felt safe and comfortable right where she was, all she wanted was the world to move on, but moving on was something that Harper didn’t think she could do, and that epiphany was quite a shock to her and it reminded her for just a moment that she had promised herself that she was going to tell him what was running through her mind. That was most definitely easier said than done. For the time being, she was safe, there was no way on earth she was going to tell Dougie what she had been holding inside for so long while he was this drunk. He’d probably remember absolutely none of it so the heartfelt conversation would mean absolutely nothing.
Her thoughts wandered back to the day they met; she had seen it as a simple fling to start out with, but it turned into something that she ended up enjoying. Dougie and Harper’s relationship was short, but by no means uneventful or unmemorable. In fact, she had to admit that their time together was probably one of the most or the most enjoyable times in her life. Everything had been so carefree, so enjoyable; everything that they did was fun in one way or another and Harper remembered living in the moment. Laughing at the stupidest and most pointless of things was the thing to do, nothing mattered. Nothing mattered but Dougie. Unfortunately, Harper felt like all good things must come to an end, not because she wasn’t enjoying herself, but because she was enjoying herself too much. Yes, she felt the tug at her heart and the quickened pulse whenever he was nearby, whenever he spoke; she was falling for him. One might think that this realization was a breakthrough, a good thing, but it was what compelled Harper to end the relationship. There was the fear of the unknown, the fear of commitment – the fear of love, the fear of pure bliss. What the fuck was wrong with her?
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Post by Dougie Cleaver ™ on Dec 1, 2007 17:45:26 GMT -5
don't want to face his W R A T H [/color][/size] Dougie Judiah Cleaver.[/color][/font] But today and ever more, If fools were meant to fuck you, Then why do fools fall in love?[/color][/center] Her reaction was no less than expected; the loud slamming of the door made his heart skip a beat. Instead of rage, he felt sorrow, as if that was his last chance to talk to Harper and he had completely blown it. He rested his forehead on the wooden door, closing his eyes and knocking the door, softly again, "Harper, let me in, come on." he pleaded. Being drunk, you would think that he would have tried to open the door, but he didn't. What was the point, it had to be locked, right? The hold that this girl had on him was sufficating, he just wanted her to let him go or tell him that she loved him like he loved her. One problem, why would she take that chance when she had no idea if he loved her? Dougie sighed and softly banged his head against the door, "I love you..." he breathed. Harper deffinatly wouldn't be able to hear him, unless she was right up against the door with her ear pressed against teh wood. He growled softly stayed on the door, wanting her to open the door for him, "Please, let me in." he pleaded. He wanted to be with her, he wanted to tell her how he felt, but why would she take him seriously? He was drunk, she had no right ot believe anything he was saying. It was probably smarter for him to come back in the morning, when he was sober and his head wasn't fogged over by the alcohol. But he couldn't wait that long, he needed her, he needed her now. Placing his hand on the knob, he might as well try to open the door. Twisting his wrist, the door clicked and swung open. Seeing as he was leaning on the door, he nearly fell over, but he caught himself. He shook his head and leaned on the door frame, looking at her with an upset expression on his face.
If only she could see what extremes he wnat just she could be herself for a moment, just so she could say that she loved him and him syat he words back. He closed the door behind himself, not exactly knowing how he managed that in the first place. Looking back at Harper, his eyes showing that he was still a bit sober, even though most of his body was taken over by the alcohol. Walking over to her, he leaned down, managing to keep his balance long enough for him to cup her cheeks and kiss her lips. He didn't expect her to kiss him back, he expected her to puke from the disgusting beer breath that he had. However, a small preportion of his mind was telling him that she would kiss back if she loved him. He didn't care for how long, just as long as she kissed him back. He kept his lips on hers, those three words bouncing around in his head like a rubber ball let loose. His bit her lips softly and pulled away, resting his forehead against hers, "I love you." it probably didn't sound like that, so he might need to repeat himself, but he wouldn't say anything more until she replied to that jibberish he had just spewed out of his mouth. He was nauseous, he wanted to throw up, but he couldn't, he had just confessed his love to her, he couldn't ruin the moment by throwing up all over her perfect figure and plaid pajamas. Why the hell was she wearing those things anyways? Shouldn't she be wearing some sexy lingire, or nothing at all? Dougie didn't know nor did he care, he was with her right now, kissing her and telling her that he loved her. He loved her. There was somethign he never thought we would say again to anyone, ever again. Harper had stolen his heart and she was grasping it reather tightly, making it hard for him to breathe everytime he looked at her.
Dougie could feel the heart beat in his ears, pounding away at his head, if only alcohol lasted only a minor amount of time on vampires. Unfortunatly, it didn't, it lasted just as long and had the same affects. His eyes gazed into hers, his breathing hard after that kiss. He wanted her to be his and only his, he didn't want to share her with anyone else. Dougie wanted to know every curve of her body, every freckle on her face, every face she could make. He wanted to know her, inside and out. He wanted to be the guy she ran to when she was upset about something; if her cat died or if she failed something in classes. He wanted to be her protector, her savior, her teddy bear. Dougie could do nothing but stand there and wait for her to do something; push him over, slap him, kiss him back? Dougie could feel the knot in his stomach tighten as he waited in pure tension. He just wanted something to happen and he just wanted her to know that he loved her more than anything in the world. His heart yearned for her and he wanted her to know that. He had two other girls going after him, one of them beinf a human and the other being a werewolf. All of them were equally beautiful, but Harper just stolel his heart, she got to it before any of the others had a chance. Another thought came into his head, he was going to say a few more words, maybe a few words that just might win her over? He didn't think it would work, but it was worth a shot, right? He crupped her cheek and stroked it with his thumb, "I may not be in the best state of mind and I highly doubt you believe me, but it's the truth." he turned his attention to the gorund ,tryign to stay as in focus as he could, "Those few months that we dated, I fell and I fell hard and fast. I-"
He stopped, his eyes finding her's once more, "I need you, Harper." he finished, swallowing hard. His hands stayed on his soft face, knowing that she probably thought all of this was bullshit. If she did, he would just came tomorrow, telling her the exact same things he had just said. Every single word that had come out of his mouth was the truth and he wanted her to know that, that he needed her. [/blockquote]
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Post by harper valentine . on Dec 2, 2007 2:38:38 GMT -5
STATUS;; complete | incomplete WORD COUNT;; 1, 214 words. CHAT;; yay for non-800 word posts! _____________
little miss lust. harper grace valentine "why do you build me up, baby just to let me down and mess me around"
A few muffled cries leaked through the down feathers and the fabric that covered her ears and she simply ignored them all, but the opening and closing of her door caught her attention. She took the pillow off of her head and sat up to see him standing in her dorm. Had it really come to this? Had it really come to Dougie breaking and entering her dorm? Oh wait, she never did lock the door behind her, smart move girl, way to go. As he walked towards her and all Harper wanted to do was throw the pillow at his head to get him to go away, but instead, she just threw it at the end of the bed. She stood up and was going to go over to him and tell him to get the fuck out of her dorm, but then he pulled her face to him and kissed her, naturally, she kissed back. It was only instinct, when someone kissed her, she kissed back, and Dougie was no exception. Lust reacted to the touch immediately and her tongue slipped between his lips. But when she realized the situation again, she immediately pulled away from him, sending her sin elsewhere. She wasn’t going to do this; he was drunk, it didn’t count.
Their faces were close, their foreheads touching, Harper couldn’t help herself, and she just had to look into those beautiful blue eyes of his. As she looked into their depths, she felt perfectly relaxed, just for a moment. His lips began to move and Dougie began to speak, her curiosity peaked, maybe he would feed her some drunken pick up line meant to make her smile, if he did that, she’d kick his lousy ass out. There was also the possibility that he was going to tell her something else, something that she had only dreamed about and had seen in the movies; no, she was just getting her hopes up, her complex feelings for him only went one way, it was not mutual. A jumbled mess of three words fell from his lips, she held her breath and her body froze up, her muscles tensing; did he really just say that? He loved her? It was the most pleasant shock she had experienced in her life; she had always assumed that he viewed their relationship as friends who have sex type of relationship, not one of the friends who end up falling in love with each other relationships. A spark of hope lit inside of her and for a moment, she felt the wall around her heart begin to melt, sending a pleasant warming sensation throughout her body. Now was the time she had been waiting for ever since the realization had come to her. She loved Dougie, and now was her chance to tell him, he had already done his half.
Harper looked up at his face, searching for something that would back up his confession, and to her surprise, she found it. “I-“ her lips parted to reply accordingly, but then the stench from his breath caught her attention once more. He was drunk, it didn’t count. The shield was raised once more to cover her heart from all angles and the few seconds of hope were over. His hands burned her face, oh how lovely his touch was, despite all of the pain it caused her. It seemed as though he would be the death of her, she needed him to survive, but it was killing her to be around him and only getting so much. Harper so desperately wanted to let her every thoughts, desires, and secrets be known to him, but she couldn’t, even just after he had told her that he loved her. He was drunk, it didn’t count.
Why couldn’t he have come to her with this confession when he was completely sober? It would have made it so much easier for her. Now, Harper wasn’t sure what to do for fear that he wouldn’t remember any of it; what was the point of pouring her heart out and suffering the consequences of it when he wouldn’t even remember? The female lowered her gaze and leaned her forehead on his chest, looking down at the floor. “I love you too,” she mouthed to the floor. Her voice was nearly nonexistent and it was only fueled by a minute amount of air, shaping her breath into each word and syllable. It wasn’t much, but it was all she could muster. Was it meant for him to hear? Harper didn’t know, she wanted to tell him so bad, but not when he was like this. But then again, maybe when he was sober, he’d be mad at her again, maybe he wouldn’t love her. Moisture began to gather at the corners of her eyes, why did it have to be like this? Why did he have to be drunk? Why couldn’t the scene have been like the ones from the movies? Perfect, flawless, and lovey dovey. Too bad life wasn’t like the movies, if it were, everyone would live happily ever after.
Another confession fell from his lips. Had they really both fallen for each other at the same time and neither one knew it? What a tragedy, how she had screwed things up, if only her fear of commitment hadn’t gotten in the way. If only she were brave. One more statement flowed to her ears; this one pushed her over the edge. His final words sprung tears from her eyes; he didn’t know what he was saying, he was giving her all of this hope, all of these dreams, and tomorrow, they would be just friends. It was all so nice to hear, they were the words that she had been waiting for since… forever, but not now. He was drunk, it didn’t count. None of it counted, nothing that happened counted, and it was all because he was drunk. He would claim that he was sober, but his motions told the truth, he was still filthy drunk. Fucking alcohol, it was the cause of all of these problems. It made Dougie come here, which resulted in her crying and then trying to hide her tears, Harper never cried, not in public at least, it just didn’t happen.
She wanted him gone, yet she wanted him to comfort her at the same time, she wanted him to wipe her tears away, but at the same time, she didn’t want him to see them at all. Why was it so hard to just let go and let herself fall into his arms? The answer was simple, she was afraid of breaking. Harper was afraid of being the perfect couple, head-over-heels in love for a given amount of time and then he would drop her. At this point in time, she was a little glass doll and Dougie was the craftsman, a hammer in one hand and a cloth in the other. Would choose the cloth and clean her up, keep her safe in his arms until there was no more love between the two? Or would he remain poised with the hammer, sweep her up now and then smash her heart into millions of pieces just a little ways down the road?
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Post by Dougie Cleaver ™ on Dec 2, 2007 3:59:19 GMT -5
don't want to face his W R A T H [/color][/size] Dougie Judiah Cleaver.[/color][/font] But today and ever more, If fools were meant to fuck you, Then why do fools fall in love?[/color][/center] TAGS: HARPER VALENTINE♥ WORD COUNT: one thousand two hundred thirty-two SCRIPT: AWW! Poor Harper. =[ ATTIRE: [t-shirt] | [belt] | [shorts] [shoes] | [board] STATUS: complete | INCOMPLETE ___________________________ the morning after... [/i][/font] Dougie Cleaver's life had beeing going pretty well; he had a group of great friends, he had girls all over him, he was doing great in shcoo. That is, before he met Harper. This girl turned his life around. She had reduced him to drinking until he couldn't even walk or form complete sentences. He couldn't even think without having her face intrude his mind; why couldn't she just leave him alone? The two had had two very bad encounters; the first one ending up in the kitchens. Harper and him had bumped into each other, looking upon each other like hungry wolves. Soon enough, their lips were colliding and their body's were pressed up against one another. Usually this would have gone further, if Dougie had not pushed her off and walked away. He couldn't handle her using him like that, he loved her too much to just have half of her. Anyways; after that little ordeal, he found himself in a nearby pub, drinking her away from his mind. Wow, wouldn't this make a good country song. After almost a dozen drinks, he found himself wondering the streets, his mind set on one thing, to find Harper. It wasn't to hurt her, it wasn't to bitch at her, it was for another, much more meaningful reason. For what seemed like decades, he was holding his true feelings in for her. He loved her, he needed her, he wanted to be with her and only her. Now, this wasn't something you usually tried to get out of the sin of lust, but Dougie was determined, seeing as he was the sin of wrath himself. Knocking on her door a couple of times, she actually answered, words were exchanged and Dougie soon found himself passed out in the girl's dorm. Ah the side affects of alcohol. What a charm they could be.
Letting his bright blue eyes flutter open slowly, letting the hang over slowly sink in. Today was going to suck. A groan escaped his lips as he held his head, sitting up in a bed that seemed to be placed in Harper's dorm room. He turned around, seeing a sleeping Harper. She looked so beautiful, so peacful when she slept. Why could the two of them be peacful and relaxed while they were awake and together? It was almost like they were always biting each other's heads off when they were together. He didn't want that anymore, he wanted to just cuddle with her and shower her with kisses. Holding his head, he let out anotehr groan, hang overs sucked. He walked towards the bathroom, feeling a bit nauseous, although he figured nothign was goign to come out. Dougie's hangoveres usually consisted of only one thing, migrains. Yes. Either those or headaches. Thank god he drink a hard liquor mix. If it had come to that, he wouldn't be able to get out of the bed that he had been lying in. He would be huddled up in a ball, like a baby still inside of his mother's whomb. Sure it would look cute, but Dougie would be in extreme pain, having his head pounding and his eyes being very sensitive to light and loud noises. Looking in the mirror in Harper's bathroom, he flicked the light on and watched his pupils shrink in a matter of moments. Shaking his head, he rubbed his face a bit, opening the cabnet to try and find some advil or something. Instead of pills, he found woman toilettries; tampons, face cream, the whole sha-bang. Groaning once more, he closed the cabinet and looked at himself in the mirror. He looked rather depressed, as if his world had actually faded to some sort of grey. His bright blue eyes didn't seem all that bright anymore. Pushing himself off the sink, he walked out of the bathroom and back towards Harper's bed and the sleeping girl that lay upon it.
Apparently Harper had let him sleep in his clothes, in her bed. Was he really that wasted? Apparenlt not because he could remember everything, unfortunatly. He remembered finally saying those three words and not getting them back in return. Maybe if he said them again, while he was sober, she would say them back. She must have thought he was out of it because of how drunk he was, but he meant every word. He was going to say them again, just because he knew that he could. He didn't need alcohol to make him say it anymore, he was going to say them while he was sober. He kept holding his head as he crawled onto the bed, looking down at her as he tried to ignore the pounding headache that would be killing him for the rest of the day unless she got him some Advil or Tylonol. He looked down at her, her long, blonde tresses falling over those flawless shoulders. He reached a hand out, brushing a few strands out of her beautiful, freckle-covered face. He lay down on the bed, propping his head up by his hand, his elbow resting on the matress. It was funny, how he occupied his mind on Harper and his head-ache seemed to disappear. She was his angel, the one that would save him from harm, even though she was the main person causing his harm. He leaned his head forward, placing a kiss upon her forehead, hoping it not to wake her up. However, vampires had extra senetive touch, smell, taste, sight and hearing so it was very probable that the young lady would wake up to a touch as gentle as a kiss. He was kind of worried about how she would react, but he wasn't going to let her talk, he was going to tell her everything he had said the night before; how he loved her and needed her. How he meant everything he said the night before. He loved her, he wanted her, he needed her.
His mind started to pound once more as he started to think opf the other things in life; like how was his mom doing? Did he have an needles left in his nightstand if this little event didn't turn out as planned? Because, if Harper rejected him again, he wouldn't be able to take it; he would collapse and have to take his mind off of it. Heroine was the best way for him to get rid of reality if he needed to escape it. He hadn't told Harper, he hadn't told many of his friends and he sure as hell hadn 't told his mom that he had started u again. If he did, his mom would deffinatly be disappointed and heart-broken if she knew. Dougie loved his mom too much to have her heart be broken again, so he kept it mainly to himself. However, if him and Harper did go fartehr than they were right now, he would have to tell her eventually, seeing as she would be inspiration for him to quit that dreded drug that had been taking hold of his life fo way too long of a time. It had nearly gotten him killed a couple of times, which made his mom put him into rehab. He had been clean for a while, but then that whole ordeal with Marina happened and he was hooked once again. He hated the drug, but loved it at the same time. [/blockquote]
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Post by harper valentine . on Dec 2, 2007 17:35:50 GMT -5
STATUS;; complete | incomplete WORD COUNT;; 1, 231 words. CHAT;; - _____________
little miss lust. harper grace valentine "why do you build me up, baby just to let me down and mess me around"
Sleep. It was the only time where she seemed to relax completely. The world of dreams seemed so much better than reality that the female often times found herself wishing that she could stay asleep forever. Right now was most definitely one of those times, not because she had a dream of the century, but because her life sucked ass right now. First off, her encounter with Dougie in the kitchens didn’t end well and thinking about it only made her mad. Secondly, he had come to her door, totally out of it and he told her that he presumably loved her. Whatever. Drunks were confused, they didn’t know what they were saying, and everything that was said or happened while a person was drunk didn’t count. Sometimes that was a good thing, and other times that was a bad thing. Unfortunately for her, this time it was a bad thing, a very bad thing. Sure, everything told her to believe him, just because it was Dougie that was telling her this, Dougie wouldn’t say something unless he meant it. But she couldn’t, he was drunk.
The night before was clear in her mind; he had come to her door, said he wanted to talk to her, yadi yada yada. Shortly after he had so graciously let himself in (after having the door slammed in his face) he passed out on her bed, leaving Harper with a guy in her bed that she really did not want to be near at this point in time. But her pride took a hold of her and she refused to go and sleep on the couch due to Dougie’s stupid drunkenness. She had squeezed in her bed beside him and he had been out cold so he would never know how she had silently cried herself to sleep just after staring at his calm face for a couple of hours. It was better that way. Once she fell asleep, she would sleep soundly and in the morning, she would probably sleep later than Dougie, giving him plenty of time to realize where he was and leave. It seemed to her that the first conclusion that would come to his mind would be this: she had lured him over here, gotten him drunk, just to sleep with him. It made perfect sense - despite it being the total opposite of what really had happened – because whether she liked to admit it or not, Harper enjoyed getting other people drunk, it was amusing to her to see how well or badly they could handle alcohol. When had she been reduced to such a pathetic person? She knew the answer and she hated it, yet she couldn’t take it back, she didn’t want to take it back. The female loved the way he made her feel, but had always hated how she couldn’t have everything – but at least she had something. At first, she could not have all of him because she feared that he didn’t want her any more, but apparently he did. But now that he had drunkenly told her his feelings, all she had to do was respond. It has surprised her how hard it was, if only he had been sober, if only he had meant it. The voice inside of her head taunted her, repeating the same words over and over again, pushing herself into a state of doubt. He’s drunk, it doesn’t count.
Oh how Harper loved her bed, it was a cozy bed to begin with, but for a dorm bed, it was pure luxury. It wasn’t the biggest of beds and if there weren’t so many other things on her mind, she would have been quite uncomfortable with Dougie sleeping next to her, it was a bed only meant for one. The sheets were soft, but thin, but she kept warm at night with the help of her down comforter and if it wasn’t that cold, then one of her many snuggle-perfect blankets. Perhaps they made the beds that small to prevent students from going over to each other’s dorms and hooking up, apparently the administration hadn’t gotten the memo: beds weren’t necessary any more, there was the large futon, the miniature kitchen table, and if worst came to worst, there was always the floor.
A pair of lips touching her skin roused her from her sleep, a smile creasing her lips habitually; not a second later, she remembered where she was. Damnit, why did he do that her? She felt like a space cadet, forgetting the context of the situation when he was around even though he was the situation. Her smile fell immediately, her eyes shot open and she sat up, turning to Dougie with a stern face. “Get out,” she said, her voice not as strong as she would have liked it to be; god damn her poor ability to fully wake up the moment her eyes opened. Harper wanted him out of her dorm, now. Everything from this point on, he would remember and he now had the ability to put two and two together. Who knew, maybe he would be a bitch and tell the world how fucked up Harper Valentine was. After the kitchens, she wouldn’t be surprised if he did. While part of her wanted him out of the room as soon as possible, another part wanted him to stay, she wasn’t too sure which feeling was stronger, but unfortunately it was not the latter that came to mind.
Despite everything that was going through her head, she had to admit that being woken up with a kiss was nice and it was a simple gesture, and it was most definitely a good way to make her happy in the morning. Wait, maybe he was just trying to flatter her to get on her good side, to get some Advil for those killer headaches he always had the day after getting wasted. What a jerk. Sure, she had some of the medicine, but she wasn’t sure she wanted to give it to him. When they had all first moved in, everyone took turns buying a bottle of Advil since they were all guaranteed to need some at some point in time. Surprisingly, they needed it more than they all thought. Between hangovers, cramps, headaches, and the occasional toothache, the four girls were done with the bottle in a matter of weeks. At some points in time, one girl needed the drug more than the others and it always sparked conflict, one girl would complain that she was hogging the pills, taking too many when she wasn’t even the one that had spent her own money to purchase the pain killers. It was only a minor conflict, but eventually, they all got sick and tired of the petty Advil dilemma, so each girl bought their own bottle whenever they needed it, keeping it in their bedside table drawer so they wouldn’t get mixed up. Harper decided that she might as well give him some of her miracle-working Advil Liquid Gels so then he would hurry up and get out of her dorm so she could crawl back into her hole of self pity. “There’s some Advil in the drawer,” she said, pointing to her bedside table. The female looked away from him, waiting for Dougie to grab some medicine, take it, and leave.
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Post by Dougie Cleaver ™ on Dec 2, 2007 19:19:52 GMT -5
don't want to face his W R A T H [/color][/size] Dougie Judiah Cleaver.[/color][/font] But today and ever more, If fools were meant to fuck you, Then why do fools fall in love?[/color][/center] TAGS: HARPER VALENTINE♥ WORD COUNT: one thousand two hundred thirty-six SCRIPT: rawr. ATTIRE: [t-shirt] | [belt] | [shorts] [shoes] | [board] STATUS: COMPLETE | incomplete ___________________________ The calling of the drug was almost unbearable sometimes. Dougie would walk into his dorm and he knew that it was just sitting there, waiting for him to take it and relieve himself from all of the hatred in his life. The moment that needle hit his vein, he could feel the release he had been waiting for, longing for. He had been escaping reality for years by doing this, which made it all the more hard for him to quit. He had told Teddy about his addiction and the guy nearly threw him out the window. Seeing as Dougie and Teddy were actually rehab buddies, that's how the two met. Teddy had managed to stay sober, falling for some chick named Jaclyn who had apparently made him see his life in a new life. If only he had that kind of girl to help him through things like that. Right now, he was dealing with a girl who was making him do the drugs, not helping him stop doing the drugs. This is why most of his friends told him to just forget about her; she was ruining his life. She was ripping away each page day by day until tehre were no pages left and he was just an empty book with nothing to say. This was his last chance for hi mto be with hger, his last chance to prove that he was the one she was supposed to have in her life, not just some random douche bag she picked up at a party. He treated her right, he helped her, he loved her, he treasured her. At least, he treasured the gilr who Harper really was, not so much her sin; everytime her sin took over, he always ended up fighting with her and walking out on her. Well, actually, the only time he had ever walked on her was the night before last, when he rejected the sex she had offered him. To be honest, if most people had heard that, they would have given him a medal.
He remembered how the drug abuse all started. He was sitting beside his father, guitar in hand as his dad tried to teach him a new trick to hwo to play the guitar. Dougie was about thirteen, staring up a small band with his buddies. He wasn't the front man, no, that was up to two of his other friends. The drummer was Damien, yes, Damien Wolfe. Anyways. He was sitting on the couch when the phone rang, his father looked worried, but he picked it up anyway. Once he was done with his conversation, he walked over to Dougie again and gave his son a kiss on the head, "I'll be back home soon, then I'll show you something else." he promised before giving his son one last, huge hug. From that moment. Dougie knew that there was not going to be another tick that he dad was going to teach him. The nest day, his mom got a call that they had found his father, dead on teh side of the road. Dougie didn't get teh full details, but the autopsy showed that the cause of death was that half of his neck was bitten, basically. Thsi could only mean one thing, his dad was murdered by a werewolf. The moment Dougie found out, he sat in his room, just picking away at his bass. He plumitted into a deep depression not talking to anyone, not playing as well as he used to; his grades dropped and he lost plenty of friends. No one really wanted to be around him because h was always sad and depressed. He started partying, but not for the fun of getting wasted, but for the fun of getting high. Two of the his ex-friends showed him herion and he immediatly felt like his old self again. He started hanging out with his friends again and meeting new people. He was like himself again. However, after a while, the high wasn't enough, he never took enough and that was when he realised that he didn't need the drug anymore. But it just felt so good. Ever since then, he had been stuck between a rock and a hardplace.
If Dougie had no idea what the hell was going on and he didn't remember a thing from last night, he would think that he just had another one night stand with her. But, unfortunatly, he remembered. The way he confessed his feelings for her and the way she didn't return them. He stayed close to her as she slowly woke up, he didn't know what he reaction was going to be, whether is was going to be sorrowful, angry or happy, he was prepared for anything. Anything but the reaction he got. Her words periced his skin like an arrow shooting through his heart. He just stood there, not moving, his head pounding in his ears, god damn hang over. He looked over at her with hurt eyes, shaking his head softly before rubbing it. His head hurt so much, but he had to wait it out, talk to Harper first. Once he stopped rubbing his head, he looked back at her and bit his lips softly, "I'm not leaving." he stated and took a step closer, leaning over to press his lips against her's. He remembered everything, he was going to repeat himself if she needed him to. His heart was in her hands, whether she wanted to take it or not; she was the one controling it. He pulled away and looked into her eyes, holding her face, not tightly, but he wanted ot make sure she listened to him, "I remember everything. I know what I said and I meant it. I love you, Harper. I need you. You are the one I want, not Lexi and not Arabella. I need you." he explained as his eyes looked deep into hers. His heart started to bump out of his chest as he waited for her reply. The tension taht was filling the air was almost intoxicating, he couldn't breathe. He needed her to reply and soon other wise he would probably pass out from the elephant, that was in the room, sitting on him.
After saying all of thise things, he knew he had fallen in love, he knew that he was never going to forget her. He knew that his life was going to be ocver if she rejected him for the second time. He let go of her face and awaited her foot to be on his ass, kicking him out of her dorm and away from her forever. He knew that if that happened and he told his friend, all he would get were 'I told you's' and such. But what would happen to him if she did reject him? What would he do? Would he go for Lexi or Arabella? or would he just sit in his dorm, moping and getting high off of the stuff that he loved so much but knew would kill him. Then again, if she rejected him, dying didn't seem all that bad. That maybe a bit morbid, but that was how Dougie felt at the moment. If he couldn't have Harper, why even bother trying to get something else? She was the best and worse thing that had ever happened to him. [/blockquote]
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Post by harper valentine . on Dec 3, 2007 23:07:17 GMT -5
STATUS;; complete | incomplete WORD COUNT;; 1,635 words. CHAT;; they’re on the bed, he isn’t ’step[ping]’ anywhere. sorry, had to point that out. n.n like woah. long postie. _____________
little miss lust. harper grace valentine "these words are my own, from my heart flow, there's no other way to better say, i love you"
Everyone became stubborn at some point in time, some more than others, and some people viewed the trait as bratty behavior, but the only way to really understand stubbornness was to say the word stubborn or give an example of a situation where someone was being stubborn; there was no true synonym for stubborn, unless you wanted to sound like a nerd and say ‘oh what an obstinate boy’. The refusal to leave didn’t surprise her that much, but it was most definitely quite frustrating. Stupid stubborn Dougie. The way her grabbed her face scared her slightly, not because it was rough, but because it was unfamiliar, it was the type of touch that her dad would give her to get her to pay attention to whatever he was saying or was going to say. Apparently Dougie had something to say. Harper still wanted him out of the room and was tempted to slap him until he gave up and left, but her curiosity got the best of her (as it did quite often) and she remained silent and motionless, listening and waiting patiently for the male to start speaking. So he began and immediately her interest was caught, every word flew through her head, entering one ear and going out the other. She was paying attention, but she didn’t believe what he was saying. Nonetheless, each word that slipped out of his mouth seemed to make her smile, on the inside, of course. She was surprised at how happy it made her that he was choosing her over Bella and Lexi, not so much Bella, but she definitely found happiness in him choosing her over Lexi. Harper and Lexi had an interesting relationship to say the least, both knew that the other had a thing for Dougie, but Harper’s seemed to come off as more of a ‘back off bitch, he’s my ho’ since the vampire refused to let herself become so vulnerable to let Lexi know her true feelings. Through thick and thin, they both knew that the only thing keeping each other from ripping the other’s throats out (Harper more in the literal sense) was Dougie.
His sentences flew back into her head, possibly knocking some sense into her, now taking the time to decipher what exactly he was saying. Wait, what? He remembered? He was a total mess, how could he remember any of it? Her interpretations of Dougie’s words caught up a couple of seconds behind everything else, in a delayed fashion; better late than never. Harper’s confusion and new found solution quickly turned into glee, sending her heart beating faster than it was before. He remembered it! He had meant to say what he had said; he loved her. The same words came out of his mouth, he said those words again and they had the same effect as before: she nearly melted in place. Harper wanted the feeling to last forever, for time to just stop moving so she would be stuck in the moment forever. She wanted to be this happy, this excited, this… this feeling that she held forever. Her frantic thoughts rushed into the past; their meeting, the hook-up, the dating, and the ever so dreadful break-up. Then they came to the present, a smile appearing on her face at the thought of what was actually happening. And then came the future, the ever so dreaded future. Where were they going to be in a year from now? Friends? Enemies? Lovers? Stop it, stop thinking so much, she interrupted her train of thought, only starting to get frustrated at herself for messing up her quintessential view of the scene that had already begun. Harper spotted Dougie sitting next to her and remembered that she hadn’t said anything yet and it there was a good chance that he was a little freaked out by her silence.
Now was the time to tell him. Now was the time to show him the feelings that had been trapped inside of her for so long. But how? If only it could just pop out, if only she wouldn’t think for just one second and just do. Her lips parted to let it all out, to let everything out, but once again, she second guessed herself and she looked away from Dougie shyly. It was so weird, it was as if she had gone back through time and was placed in her younger mindset. Her younger, quieter mindset. Yes, when she was younger, Harper was pretty much the complete and utter opposite of what she was today; she was innocent, made straight A’s, quiet, and she had the face of an angel. Everything changed the day her sin was activated, the day it woke from it’s dormant state to wreak havoc all throughout her life. To make some things better, to ruin others. She gained a confidence in herself and her body that she had never dreamed about having, but this new outlook on life came at a price, most of her friends were lost including one that she hated to leave. God damn her sin for making her think her previous best friends forever were now lower than her, that she was too good for them. When it came down to it, she hated her sin, but she also knew that it was a part of her and she would have to live her life either fighting a losing battle against it or be content by simply living side-by-side. Some things changed, others did not, but one thing was for sure: from the time Lust was roused from her sleep, Harper Grace Valentine was never the exact same again.
Her mind sped through time and space to bring her back to the present time where she face a dilemma that did not seem like it would be a dilemma at all. He loved her, she loved him, and they both live happily ever after, right? Maybe, maybe not, but Harper was willing to take the risk of encountering the latter, she just had to force herself, be optimistic and hope that everything didn’t just fall out as if she were a blubbering baby. A silent intake of air was made to calm herself down. Okay, she was going to do this, there was no backing out. Last night, she had an excuse not to tell him, now she had none. There was no escape; there was no way to avoid it any longer, it was coming out whether she wanted it to or not. The female pulled her eyes to his face, preparing herself to say the three words that would mean so much, but she froze. The many stressful events that had happened within the past forty-eight hours blinded her and held her tongue, not because she didn’t want to reply, but because she couldn’t; she was nervous. You see what this boy had done to her? Harper was nervous. Letting those words come from her mouth would mean so many different things; first, she would make herself vulnerable, but Dougie wouldn’t hurt her, that much she was sure of, but what about the rest of the world? Would Dougie alone be enough to protect her from the harsh criticism and taunts that would surely be thrown in her direction once the news spread around the school what exactly was going on between the two? Believe it or not, Harper wasn’t invincible to the hurt of rumors and lies, no matter how unfazed she might seem in public, on the surface, there was most definitely plenty of pain present beneath the stubborn and strong façade. Secondly, the actual act of saying the words seemed an extremely daunting task. Sure, she had said it plenty of times to friends and even to Dougie, in that casual I’ve-got-to-go-I-love-you-bye type of way. Harper had even told it to her few previous boyfriends; she had told Sean it many times, and she felt like she truly meant it too, but now that she looked back on it, it didn’t count, it was just puppy-love, nothing more, nothing less. And if she remembered correctly, she had even told Kellen the same thing too, but then she felt obliged to say them, as if it were her duty as a girlfriend (even if it was short term).
So the time had come where there were most definitely true feelings alive within her veins, she was going to do this, no more procrastinating, no more whipping herself into a frenzy. Live in the moment. Harper’s eyes closed once, as if blocking out the world for just one more second would give her the strength to give him the reply she so desperately wanted to give him and he was longing to hear. Her chocolate eyes opened again, glossy and calm. Here it goes. “I love you too,” her words were soft, but most definitely audible; she was making sure that he would be able to hear her this time. More words fell from her lips, they were words that just came, unexpected, but most definitely welcome, she was in the moment, and her thoughts were on nothing more than what was happening right at this second. “I love you, and no matter what it may look like, no matter how fake it seems to be, it’s the truth; I love you.” There, she had said it; it was over and done with. Her insides were on the surface, her heart was out in the open, it was Dougie’s and no one else’s. Her thoughts didn’t travel to how the heck she would manage a relationship with him, how the heck she was going to remain faithful, how on earth she was going to fight off temptation. Harper just prayed to god that love was enough.
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Post by Dougie Cleaver ™ on Dec 4, 2007 1:34:42 GMT -5
don't want to face his W R A T H [/color][/size] Dougie Judiah Cleaver.[/color][/font] These pills weren't ment to hurt you, But today and ever more. If fools were meant to fuck you, Then why do fools fall in love?[/color][/center] TAGS: HARPER VALENTINE♥ WORD COUNT: one thousand six hundred sixty-eight SCRIPT:
THE FAMOUS HAIR FLIPP! ATTIRE: [t-shirt] | [belt] | [shorts] [shoes] | [board] STATUS: COMPLETE | incomplete ___________________________ To be honest, Dougie hadn't said those three little words often, he was careful when he used them. Sure he said them to people he cared about when they were leaving and stuff. Like, he said that to Damien and his other to guy friends, but that was because they had been friends since birth. Some people found that odd, but Dougie didn't think so, he was an affectionate person, so what if he said that to another guy? Dougie was always like that, giving out free hugs and always making sure people felt loved. Maybe it was his british roots, but whatever it was, made him who he was. Dougie Cleaver was an affectionate, loving person. So why was he 'blessed' with the sin of wrath? The most brutal sin was given to the most harmless person. First off, the sin chooses the body, the body does not choose the sin. What did the sin of wrath find in Dougie that was so menacing? He wouldn't hurt a fly. Sure his past kind of sucked but he was still a good person all around, he'd never hurt anyone. At least, not on purpose. Maybe it was the fact that he had gotten all of these things locked up inside and the sin hadn't really shown it's true form yet? His mother had told him to always keep calm and to never get his anger out of hand. He had asked his motehr a million times why he hadn't seen his true sin form, everytime was the same answer, You just have to wait until you can control it, then you'll see it. Well how the fuck was he supposed to learn to control it when he didn't even know what the fuck it did? Dougie had always hated his sin for that reason, he never really let it go. He wanted to so badly, but he was scared to. He was scared that, once he got a taste of what he hadm he would want more and more until it took over his life, kind of like what herion did to him. Maybe that was why Harper was the way she was, she had gotten a taste and it had taken over her life. Dougie didn't want to end up like that, he wanted to stay himself and not let himself get taken over by his sin. He knew that that was probably why Harper was the way she was, she let her sin take over.
Just the thought of that scared him, the thought that he wouldn't be able to be around his friends or get angry without ripping someone's head off. Sure each sin had their own side affect, Harper's would be that she couldn't keep a commitment; Dougie's would probably be blind rage, killing anything and everything in his path. Amazing how some vampire's have de-evolved [if that's even a word] from Dracula's time. He had been told the story a million times and he was astonished how so many of his vampire friends could barely walk out in the sunlight. Dougie had no problem walking out into the sunlight, he had even experianced sun tanning once, it was pretty cool. Sounds pretty stupid if you were a human or a werewolf; but for vampires, the reason why they had such pale skin, was because they were never out in the sun. Of course, most people knew that. However, the truth was, vampires could go out into the sunlight with ease, they just couldn't stay out for very long, or they would start to rot away. Dougie, on the other hand, was liek a human, he just got sun burnt when he stayed out in the sun too long. Well, him and the other seven deadly sins. How else do you think Harper's skin was so perfectly tanned? Oh right, he was with Harper, wasn't he? He was with teh girl who was the sin of lust, the girl who most men wanted and kne they couldn't have. And, here he was, getting a confession of her love for him; what a lucky bastard the sin of wrath was. But, then again, most women wanted him. Six foot five, blond haired, blue eyes, tanned, built like an ox, who wouldn't? It was like him and Harper were made for each other, two beautiful people paired up and ready to devote their lives to one another. Well, at least Dougie was anyways, he wasn't too sure about Harper yet. The fact that the two had feelings at all towards one another was great, but it just wasn't exactly practial. Dougie was more a commiment guy, he didn't like flings. Myabe that was why he was always getting heart-broken. Maybe there just weren't any women in the world taht were into relationships anymore? An interesting theory, but Dougie just felt like a commited woman just didn't exist anymore.
Everytime he thought about commitment, he thought of Marina and how he loved her with everything he had. She was his light, his happiness, he would have done anything for her and he almost did. He waited for her for a whole year only to have his heart broken on the day of her birthday. He had lost all faith in him finding a girlfriend, until he met Lexi and Harper and Arabella. God, all of them horded on him all at once. But it was Harper that shone through. Ironic, the one that was the hardest to get was the one that appealed ot him the most. It really brought out the meaning of 'you only want what you can't have'. Maybe Harper felt the same? Maybe because she couldn't have Dougie, she wanted him. But that wouldn't make sense, Dougie was completely open, except for Lexi but that was hardley a threat. Lexi was a great friend and an amazing fuck buddy, but Harper was someone he wanted to actually be with. Someone he wanted to kiss and hold and love. The only problem was that she was the sin of Lust and she was easily drawn into temptation. Dougie knew what he was getting into, but he was willing to give it a shot, just so he could be able to feel that love just once with her. If she cheated on him, he would surely be heart-broken, but nothing a little herion couldn't fix, right? Life was overrated anyways, especially being a vampire. You had to live with guilt everytime you wished to go after someone, especially if that someone was a human and the ywere your clsoe friend. See, that was another reason why Dougie didn't want to get involved with Lexi; she was a human, he was a vampire, how would that work. Unless she wished to become a vampire, but she didn't even know that he was vampire in the first place. So, he would just be setting himself up for disaster anyways. Then there was Arabella. One word. Werewolf. She was beautiful, funny, talented and just an all round good person. He thought of her more as a friend because the barrier of her being a werewolf always got to him. He was posative that Arabella felt things for him, but he was scared to adress thim, worried that he would ruin a friendship as well as break her heart.
Shaking off those thoughts, he concentrated on Harper and the way she looked. The soft freckles that were scattered over her tanned face. Her gorgeous brown orbs looking into his as they sat on her bed, letting the tension sink in. He was getting ready to leave; getting ready to just get away from her and escape from reality in his dorm. His hands flinched away from her cheek, but he stopped, hearing a few words escape her lips. They were the words that he had longed to hear for the longest time. Those three words that the sin of Lust was almost phrobidden to say; I love you. However, she didn't stop there. The rest of her words made his heart skip a beat; she truely loved him. He felt like a million bucks, he wanted to just get up on teh roof and shout it to the world that Harper Valentine loved him. Although, Dougie was afriad of heights so that wouldn't work out too well. Instead, a smile formed across his face/ She loved him, she truely loved him. How could someone keep tha to themselves. Well, Dougie would have to until he was outside of her dorm. Right now, he was in her dorm, all alone; what do you tink was on his mind? He leaned forward and pressed his lips against hers, her hands running his her think blond hair. He loved her, he loved her a whole bunch and that didn't happen all that often. People would probably never believe him when he was goign to say it, but it was the truth, the two of them loved each other, they needed each other, they were absolutely made for each other. Sure Harper might not stay faithful, but, like she said 'No matter how much it didn't seem like it, I do.' Just that was enough to reassure Dougie that she wasnted and needed him just as much as he did her. He didn't know if they were going to become exclusive or not, but he didn't care, as long as the two were together and he was able to whisper those words to her when ever he wanted and he was posative he would get them back. As much as he hated to admit it, he was sure she was going to cheat on him at least twice in their relationship, but maybe he would be forgiving and take her back, just because he knew that she couldn't help it. Marina could have, she didn't have to fight a sin that took over your body every time you tried to make a decision. [/blockquote]
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Post by harper valentine . on Dec 6, 2007 0:45:13 GMT -5
STATUS;; complete | incomplete WORD COUNT;; 1,534 words. CHAT;; -faints- i could stare at the amazing flippyness for hours! _____________
little miss lust. harper grace valentine "these words are my own, from my heart flow, there's no other way to better say, i love you"
Cheating. It was taken lightly by some people and not so lightly by others. It could refer to the illegal earning of answers on a homework assignment that required as little as asking a neighbor if you could see his or her copy of homework and you simply copying down each answer; of course, it was your duty to change things up every couple of questions so you or you accomplice would get caught. Cheating could also refer to a single person in a mutual relationship going off and doing… things with other people that do not include their partner or has consent from their partner to do so. Can you take a wild guess at which one our female vampire here has issues with? Unfortunately, it was something that Harper was used to doing, she had cheated in some way shape or form against each boyfriend that she had since Sean, since lust had been awoken. At some times, she felt the guilt that any normal person would feel, but at other times, she felt nothing. A bit cruel one might think, but once Harper got into a close contact atmosphere, she wasn’t going to come out of it untouched, unless she wanted to and had the will power to do so. It was her nature, it was who she was no matter how much she hated it, it was the truth and she had to learn to live with it or fight it off as best she could. But maybe in this situation, she would fight, fight for her life. Why? Because Dougie was different, she didn’t want to cheat on him, she didn’t want to see the hurt look on his face when he found out. It always hurt at least a little bit when her past boyfriends had found out that she had been sleeping with so and so or had hooked up with so and so, she hated being the source of disappointment for anyone in anyway. She was someone who made others happy, in a different way than most people thought of, of course. Silently, Harper promised herself that she was going to make it work this time, no overly friendly contact with other guys, not unless that guy was Dougie. Wait, what was she thinking? They weren’t exactly officially boyfriend / girlfriend yet, were they? Was it just Harper hoping that they were? Or were they? God damn, why did things have to be so confusing at times? Or maybe it was just Harper that was making them complicated.
Her emotions and inner thoughts were now out in the open, leaving her vulnerable to attack from unseen and unsuspecting forces. The adrenaline rush she had received from the suspense that led up to her confession had been enough alone to hold back her sin, it had been more than enough. But now that there was silence in between the two, the tense yet intimate moments that her sin thrived off of came. The words ‘I love you’ were now only thoughts, his voice echoing off of the walls of her head. Oh how she loved the words when they came from his lips. Those very lips pressed themselves against her own and she didn’t hold back, embracing the tender kiss before she was so rudely interrupted by a not so welcome guest. It came suddenly and swiftly and it felt as though a bullet had been shot through her heart and lungs. A gasp slipped out of her mouth, out of shock of the sudden and frightening power her sin suddenly had. No, not now. Not now right during this moment that was a milestone in their relationship. Not now lust, go away. So this was why she didn’t let her feelings be known, she let her guard down which then led to being overcome by the oh so powerful sin that she possessed. The eerily familiar emotions crept over her and they slowly began escalating. Her eyes weren’t any longer the soft, understanding, ‘I’m pouring my heart out to you’ eyes that she possessed just moments before; they had transformed into the mysterious, enticing, ‘just do me right here, right now’ look. Oh boy.
For a minute following just after her sin had so kindly surprised her, Harper herself was gone completely, off in her own world relishing the fact that he loved her. It was almost like a dream, a very good dream at that. It was as though she were off in her own world, totally blinded to what she was doing or what her body was planning to do. Everything just seemed so good, nothing could possibly ruin the moment, she was happy, Dougie was happy and all was good. The only bad part was that lust was misbehaving, as always. She felt a hand in her hair and she was slowly being reeled back to the present, almost immediately recognizing the problem at hand and silently cursing herself for allowing herself to let her guard down. The last thing she needed was another kitchen incident, especially after what they had both been through. Harper struggled to regain control of her body. It was her, not lust; Harper was the one that decided what her body was going to do, not her sin. She repeated the words over and over in her head as her body moved in for more. It wasn’t her; Dougie wanted her not lust. Fight. Her lips were locked with his and the sinister thoughts of lust connected with her mind, halfway there. He loves me, he loves me, he loves me, he loves me. She repeated consistently in her head before gathering the strength to send her sin away for a while, And I love him. As if she were afraid of those words, lust shrank away, returning to her dormant state, remaining silent and in waiting, patient and manipulative, waiting for the next moment when Harper would let her guard down. One thing was for sure, it was not going to be today. The vampire kissed him on the nose softly, why did he have to be gosh darn cute? No, why did he have to be so gosh darn hot? No, why did he have to be so… Dougie? He was cute, he was hot, and he had the best personality anyone could ask for. And for the time being, he was hers.
Through her admiration of Dougie’s perfection, Harper grudgingly began to notice her own flaws; her attire and appearance came to her again, having the same effect that it had earlier. Wow. Red flannel plaid pajama’s, boy did she look hot or what? The self-consciousness that she had experienced before came back to her; despite the fact that she knew he loved her. It just seemed as though he would love her less knowing that she was in the unattractive pajamas instead of her usual sleeping attire, close to nothing or nothing itself. The main thing that bothered her was the fact that no one ever saw her in them, no one but the absolute closest girlfriends. Guys? The only guy that had ever seen her in the red fabric was Matt, her own brother, and that was bound to happen at some point in time, during one of the days where Harper simply walked around their house in the flannel PJs. Part of her wanted to crawl back under the covers to hide her not-so-attractive appearance, her messy hair, her ugly pajamas didn’t make for the typical Harper Valentine outfit. Another part of her wanted to go shower and change into something more… flattering; she wanted to be pretty for him; she wanted him to say that she was pretty. Sure, Harper knew that she was an attractive being or else she wouldn’t wear the clothes she wears, but few people ever told her that she was pretty, there were plenty of guys who said she was hot, but no one ever said she was pretty or gorgeous, which were both much more flattering adjectives. “Maybe I should go change…” she said softly, officially deciding that she looked like total and utter crap. Her repulsive clothes and her somewhat-knotted hair didn’t sit too well with her. The fact that Dougie hadn’t said anything about it didn’t comfort her, she knew that he was much too gentlemanly to point out her flaws; it was just one of his lovely personality traits that she couldn’t get enough of. When she started thinking about it, Dougie was the quintessential male that all girls were looking for. But the weird part about it was that he was someone who she normally wouldn’t go for, he was too nice, and Harper usually leaned towards the trouble-makers, the rogues, and the general bad boys. Maybe that was what made him so special, he was the total opposite of what she was looking for, but she felt a pull towards him. Harper always went where the pull took her, no exceptions, it had led her to Sean as a child and now it had led her to Dougie, it seemed as though the product of the pull was only good.
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Post by Dougie Cleaver ™ on Dec 6, 2007 2:24:52 GMT -5
don't want to face his W R A T H [/color][/size] Dougie Judiah Cleaver.[/color][/font] yeah we are the lovers I know you believe me when you look into my eyes cause the heart never lies[/color][/center] TAGS: HARPER VALENTINE♥ WORD COUNT: one thousand five hundred fourty-seven SCRIPT: Heehee!! ATTIRE: [t-shirt] | [belt] | [shorts] [shoes] | [board] STATUS: complete | incomplete ___________________________ Often times, those thoughts would come to haunt him. When would his sin emerge form the domancy; when would it reek havoc amoungst the humans, vampires and werewolves of this world? He figured that he would probably lose control the first time he let his sin let loose. However, would it ever stop, and if it did, how would it? Who or what could stop the sin of wrath? Another sin perhaps. Probably, but which one? Would it be lust herself? Or would it just be the fact that the two had a connection stronger than friendship, stronger than wrath and lust. It was love. It was a shame that love was not a sin. But of course it couldn't be a sin; but if it was, it would be stronger than any of the seven deadly sins. As the saying goes, 'Love conquers all.' But was that really true? It wasn't like love could conquer death. It couldn't cure cancer or help poverty. The only thing love could truely conquer would be anger, betrayle and deception. Anything that would be due to something caused in a realtionship when it was the human beings fault. Dougie did believe that love could create mericals, especially if you loved the person enough, but he didn't think it could conquer all. Whoever, created that saying obviously hadn't learned about cancer or the fact that people maybe a sociopath and have no feelings once so ever. Dougie wasn't going to think too deeply about the techincalities of that saying, but it wasn't true that love conqured all, it just wasn't. It may conqured a whole bunch of things, just not everything. However, he did know that love made Harper realise that he was the one for her and that the two were made for one another. Some people would call him crazy for thinking that with the sin of lust, but he knew it was true, she had said it. When she did say it, it was with love and tenderness; he could just tell that she actually meant it. He never thought such love could leave her lips, but it did and it was for him. You have no idea how good it felt for him to know that. He could feel his heart doing backflips, front flips and cartwheels. He loved her, and for Harper Valentine, the sin of lust herself to love him back, well that was just a dream come true.
Love. It had over thirty meanings, but the main four were: a profoundly tender, passionate affection for another person; a feeling of warm personal attachment or deep affection, as for a parent, child, or friend; sexual passion or desire; person toward whom love is felt; beloved person; sweetheart. The last one reffered to Dougie rather well. Although the first and third ones were also rather correct. Dougie cared for Harper; she was bubbly and smart. He knew she was gorgeous and he knew that she was kind when she wanted to. Her eyes were a chocolate brown that made him melt when he looked into them and they sent him loving looks. His skin shivered everytime she touched his bare skin and the hairs at teh back of his neck stood up every time he lips touched his. Not many people were able t ohave that feeling; that feeling of love, true, passionatle love. Dougie had felt it for Harper for a while now, pretty much a week after he had met her. It was basically love at first site, but he had reached the ultamite love after about a week of falling head over heels for her. He knew what she was really like; he knew what she liked, how she liked it and the way she knew h liked it. Everything these two did together was always coated with lust, when Dougie always felt love when the two became one body, one soul, one mind. Some people disagreed with teh fact that these two were together at all, or that they had been together. Dougie was the sweetheart, the cutie, the heart-throb nice guy that every girl wanted. Harper was your typical 'whore', having no sympathy for the men she slept with then left the morning after. Everyone always wondered how these two got together, how they stayed together and how Dougie was still in one peice. Half of the girls he had talked to scorned him for even thinking about going after a girl like her. Then, after he had mentioned Lexi, they found him to be attracted to whores and nothing more; no girls with class, no girls with dignity, just whores. That was far from true, he looked past their reputations and tried to get them to act like how they would in front of their family. It always worked, people were happier, he made Lexi happier and her made Harper happier, that was his goal and he had achieved it. He had made the girl who was broken, happy and fixed.
A soft surprise was left on his nose. A kiss. Did she just do a 'mushy, couply' thing? Wow. This was shock to him, but he smiled none the less. He really had changed her, or brought her back to her original attitude that hadn't been out and about for a while. He brushed their noses together and let his pearly whites show through. Leaning his head forward, his lips pressed against her's once more before pulling away to look into her eyes. His hands ran into her blonde locks, feeling the softness and the bounce that it always had. Sure, it was a bit messy, but he was sure he probably didn't look his best either; he had a hangover for christ sakes. How could be possible look his best when he had a pounding headache and probably some nausea comming up soon after he would leave this dorm room. He hoped that wasn't soon, though. He wanted to spend some alone time with Harper, just talking and cuddling. They had talked before and it had always been amusing, but they had never cuddled. They had never just lay in bed, touching and kissing one another, whispering sweet nothings to one another. He would be able to do that to her all night, all day, all week, all month, all year for the rest of his life. Harper was flawless; she was perfect, as if heaven had put perfection into human form and came out with Harper Valentine. Sure she was blood-thirsty vampire with the sin of lust, but she was still an angel in his blue eyes. Not many people would agree with him. Well, they would for the fact that her body was completely flawless; that her body was well perpotioned and probably one of the most beautiful things they would ever see. However, if he were to add that her personality was flawless; then peopel would call him crazy. Harper had shown nothing more than bitchy and whore-ish attitudes, which kind of upset Dougie. Oh well, it was her decision, as long as she was herself around him, he was happire that a fat kid with chocolate and whipped cream.
Red flannel pajamas, how un-Harper like. He grinned, kind of liking the fact that she was wearing something other than lingire to bed. She looked bautiful no matter what she put on her body, but he could tell that she was starting to feel self-concious about her appearance. Her suggestion made him grin, what a horny devil mister Dougie Cleaver was. He leaned foward and kissed her once more, letting it linger before pulling away and brushing their noses against one anotehr once more, "It doens't matter. It's not like they are going to stay on for long." he teased and went in for another kiss. What a better way to celebrate their love than to make love with one another. He didn't want sex, like they used it. He was passionate love coursing through each other's veins as they made love to one another for the first time after confessing their love. This was big deal to Dougie, wanting her for so long and finally being able to hold her, touch her and kiss her whenever he wanted was something he never thought he would have again. He was finally able to run his hands through her hair, touch her bare skin and kiss her venomous lips. She was all his, at least for now. Dougie would never cheat on any of his girlfriends, but Harper was unpredictable. Would he be able to trust her? Maybe he would make a silent oath; he wouldn't leave her unless she came up to him and confessed that she had cheated or if he caught heri n the act. He would not believe any rumors about how she cheated on him or if it was the other way around, even. However, anyone who really knew Dougie would know that he would never, not in a million years, cheat or purposely break a girl's heart. His father had always taught him that a woman is just as equal as a man and to treat them with respect; and so he did. He always had and he always will. [/blockquote]
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Post by harper valentine . on Dec 8, 2007 17:21:34 GMT -5
STATUS;; complete | incomplete WORD COUNT;; 1,440 words. CHAT;; sorry it took so long to reply, and it's not even super duper amazing. _____________
little miss lust. harper grace valentine "all you need is love, all you need is love, all you need is love, love, love is all you need"
Lust and love were interesting. Both started with the same letter, but despite what the majority of the population thought, that was where the similarities stopped. The two were easily confused and mixed at times, but in Harper’s opinion, the first letter was the only thing the two things had in common, and she would know. She saw lust as the physical attraction to another being, whenever someone admired another’s ‘smokin’ hot body’ or their ‘nice package’, those were just the minor stages of lust; you moved up a level when you acted on those impulses, when you moved in for a close dance (not the slow kind either) or rested an ‘innocent’ hand on his or her thigh. Lust was one of those things that could complicate someone’s life, could make or break it apart. Love, on the other hand, was completely different. She saw love as the emotional attraction to another, the love of their personality and who they were. Of course, looks sometimes aided in this decision of saying the three special words ‘I love you,’ but the major reason why you loved someone was because of their personality. You could look at them in their worst of times, during a period of time where they were being a total bitch or complete bastard and underneath it all, you would see past what was on the surface and still see that person as a beautiful person. You would see them perfectly even with all of their flaws. When love and lust were in the same room, the results would either be a complete and utter disaster, or if you played your cards right, it could be a miracle. Unfortunately, it usually wasn’t the latter; lust would take over and become the aggressive bitch she was and ruin the lovey dovey moments, sending the two people headfirst into the not so loving sex they both had expected.
So there she sat, questioning her appearance more and more as each second ticked by, maybe he didn’t like the way she looked, but was just too nice to say anything about it. Did she really look that bad? Hah, look at what this boy was doing to her; she was turning into the exact thing her old self hated: a self-conscious, lovey dovey, dork. She was now one of those girls that she would be laughing at in the hallways because of their dreamy looks towards said guy. Now, whenever she did that, she would just be a tad bit hypocritical. Okay, so maybe she would become a big ass hypocrite, but oh well, it was always so much more different when it was her, everything changed. The only person who would know of her hypocrisy would be Dougie and hopefully he would be kind enough to let it pass by or fail to see it at all. The expected words didn’t come straight out, which would have sent her into a state of panic if he had not leaned forward to press his addicting lips against her own; her frantic thoughts melted away and her eyes closed, relishing in the sweet silent moments of personal contact. Harp’s eyes opened and she was welcomed by his words, what a lovely thing to open one’s eyes to.
His words brought a smile to her lips and however naughty they might be, they made Harper feel better about herself, in whatever sick twisted reason made sense to her. His words seemed so much something that she would say and it half surprised her that it wasn’t her that was the first one to make some verbal sexual intimation. Sure, it wasn’t exactly what Harper had been looking for, but it worked; all that she had been concerned about was getting out of those ugly pajamas she had been wearing and into something a little more appealing, not necessarily something more revealing. The female said the words that she had spoken moments before again in her head and a smile spread across her lips; coming from her, it sounded like something way more than what she had intended it to be. Especially since it was coming from her, things like that were expected. She liked this Dougie and she liked herself better this way too, despite the sudden self-consciousness. Harper felt free, unburdened by the conflict that had been trapped inside of her since she had broken up with him; she also felt as though he felt better after finally revealing his true emotions as well. It was as if the world had been lifted off of her shoulders and the female was now floating away into a dream world, the only place where things like this seemed to happen. So, when it came down to it, she wasn’t going to change, all she was going to do was going to be forget about how she looked.
Okay, it was harder than she had thought it was going to be, it was hard to forget about how she looked, get the fact into her head that it didn’t matter, Dougie had said so himself, just in a slightly different way. It was kind of weird, before, she had rarely felt self-conscious around anyone, let alone Dougie, but now that she knew that he loved her, Harper felt like she had to be pretty for him. Not like she felt it absolutely necessary to be pretty for him, but because she wanted to be pretty for him. It was kind of like getting ready to go out to a club or to go hang with some friends at the mall, or some other public place; you wanted to look nice so you would get compliments and attract a few noticeable glances from a cute stranger. To say the least, it was a complicated emotion, but by now, the female was a professional at those.
The female’s thoughts randomly jumped ahead, searching the future for what would become of her and Dougie, would they become official boyfriend / girlfriend material again, after the disastrous effects of the last time they did such a thing? But another question that seemed even more frightening was: would she cheat on him? She wouldn’t be able to do that to him, would she? Hopefully her would-be guilty conscious would be enough to keep her from acting on impulse, from acting on her sin. Or maybe she would… to make him jealous. That was always fun and it never failed to spice up a relationship. But the question would be: would Dougie understand that she was doing it for just that reason, not to simply cheat on him for the sake of cheating? It was a hard question to answer and it would no doubt be a risky experience. But whoever said risk was a bad thing? It made things so much more exciting, thrilling, and heart pounding. Fuck. She was thinking again, thinking about stuff other than Dougie directly. A quick mental reprimand was all it took to redirect her thoughts onto the oh so fucking gorgeous specimen that lay next to her.
Lyrics finally came to her mind and she let her reply to his ever so corny yet oh so clever words fall from her lips in a teasingly innocent tone. “And how can you be so sure of that?” She questioned, smiling; putting on her innocent face to make it seem as thought the thought had never crossed her mind, even though in reality, it was always present, even in the middle of classes. It had to be, it was just what lust did to her, it made her perverted in a not so perversely outspoken way. Harper lay on her side, facing him, her head laying on her pillow, watching him silently for just a moment before she grabbed his free hand and took it in hers, one of her hands held it while the other randomly drew imaginary swirls on the back of it, occasionally letting the ends of the doodles travel up his arm. It was very whimsical behavior; Harper had been very whimsical for the past few minutes, and with good reason. But she loved it. Now that she had told herself many a time not to think about anything but what was happening right then and now, it was all she thought about, truly living in the moment. Maybe it was the first time in her life where she was 100% in the moment; sure, Harper always prided herself in living in the moment, but now was the mother of all living in the moment scenes and it was pure bliss.
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Post by Dougie Cleaver ™ on Dec 9, 2007 19:33:11 GMT -5
don't want to face his W R A T H [/color][/size] Dougie Judiah Cleaver.[/color][/font] But today and ever more, If fools were meant to fuck you, Then why do fools fall in love?[/color][/center] Dougie remembered the first day thet he and Harper had met, his ear getting pulled into the detention hall for his misbehaving in english class. It wasn't his fault that the guy beside him was a total idiot and didn't get anything he said. The kid started insulting the him, and it wasn't like he was a timid little thing, he was one of those bullies that were all bron and no brain. Dougie had had enough of the guy calling him an idiot so he punched the guy in the face. His sin had kicked in the for the first time in a while; he had finally had enough of the douche bag. Unfortunatly, the teacher didn't exactly believe his story so he was dragged into the detention hall. What turned out to be one of his worst days, turned out to be one of his best. This was where he met Harper, how could it not be one of the best days of his life? Anyways, getting thrown into a seat, he sat there, sluched over at his desk, the supervisor glaring at him, like most supervisors did. He looked around the class, not really seeing anoyone, not until he spotted a certain blond haired girl sitting near the back of the class. Usually, Dougie would have let it slide and sat where he was without going over there. But he didn't, when the teacher left, he walked over to the girl and took a seat, introducing himself and finding out her name. That was when Harper showed him her genuine smile for the first time. It was so bright and so bubbly, he was immediatly hooked on her. After a while of talking, the teacher came back and let them go; they went out for a quickbite to eat before Dougie arrived in her dorm, their lips locked against one another and their hands on each other. You could call Dougie a man whore, but he never usually did things like that. See, ever since he met Harper, she had made him do things he wouldn't usually do. Even now, him confessing somethign as huge as his love for someone when he had no idea how she felt about him. She could have secretly hated him and he still would have confessed that he loved her with all of his heart and soul. Luckily, it turned out differently.
The reaction he got back form his confession was better than perfect, she had eturned his feelings and even added a little somethign at the end of it. He felt like he was on cloud nine, and he was not comming down any time soon. Harper had given him the ultamite high, who needed heroin when you had love ot get high off of? However, a little shiver crawled up his back; what was going to happen to them? Were they officially 'together' or where they just going to just stay as friends with benefits with a little bit more meaning to it? He didn't want to be friends with benefits with her, he hated it. That meant she could still kiss anotehr man's lips, let another man touch her skin. He didn't want that, he wanted her for himself and no one else. She was his angel, his angel of death, if you wish to get technical. She would certainly be his death if she were to leave him or stop loving him. If he wasn't allowed to kiss her lips or touch her skin, love her and treat her the way she was mean to be touched and loved. Dougie knew what she liked and he knew the querks about her, the habits she had. He knew the little thigns she did when he was nervous, angry or jealous, and boy did he know the jealous querks. Every time he was around Lexi or talking to her when Harper was around. Then, when Lexi gave him a kiss on the cheek, she looked like she was going implode inside of herself. Oh shit. Lexi. He still hadn't talked to her about the whole Harper thing. She was probably going to be really hurt when he was going to tell her, but he couldn't help it if he was madly in love with the girl he was laying beside? He was completely captivated by Harper, she was beautiful, sexy, bubbly, happy and completely genuine when she was around him, which he loved. She could be completely fake around every one, but she had to be genuine around him, she had to be. If she was fake around him, he would know right then, he knew the real Harper, he knew he happy side, her bubbly side that hardley ever was revealed to teh rest of the races. He loved her for her genuine smile, love and personality. He loved her. Period.
Still, that guilt about totally ditching Lexi itched at the back of his mind. Lexi was a great girl, she was beautiful and genuine as well; but Harper just drew him closer. Looking into the girl's eyes, he smiled softly, the feeling of her soft hands traced things all over his own. They were so soft compared to his, he had been working out a lot and had gotten a few calises along the way. They were big and gross, they were just slightly there and made his hands rough. He took his other hand and brushed a few strands of her golden locks away from her flawless face, she was one of the most beautiful girls he had ever met. She was natural, she didn't wear all that must make up and she wasn't a complete stick. She wore clothes that fit her figure, which was curvy, and her legs were long. She was just a natural beauty, not a barbie doll like Lexi. Even though Lexi was beautiful, she just didn't seem like the kind of person Dougie could be head over heels in love with. Pushign his head a bit close to hers, he rested his forehead against hers, smiling at her, wanting this moment to last forever. He wanted to just lay here and be with her, her fingers touching him softly and lovingly. God. He felt so lucky to be able to feel love again. After Marina, he didn't think he would be able to have a crush again, let alone find the love of his life. Her eyes gazed into his and he felt like he was going to melt just my her loving look that was in her eyes. He leaned in just a tad and kissed her lips, softly. He wanted to repeat the words that he had said to her before over and over again. He didn't want her to ever second guess his love for her. He would never cheat on her, not for anyone; it wasn't like anyones sex was better than the sin of lusts'. He was pretty much the luckiest son of a bitch in the world right now. At least, that was every guy would think at the moment. Her eyes looked right into his and he knew that she loved him, like actually loved him and didn't just say it to make him feel better about the two. Dougie pulled away from their kiss and brushed their noses together.
A signature smirk crossed his face as her little teasing comment bounced into his ears. He knew she had been waiting for it, sly little Harper. He chuckled softly and kissed her once more, his hands reaching for one of the buttons on her flannel pajamas, "I'm not sure. It was more of a feeling." he teased and kissed her once more. slowly undoing one of the buttons that held her plaid pajamas on those slender shoulders of hers. He loved the feeling of them, he loved the feeling of her soft skin in general. His eyes closed as he deepened the kiss a bit more, wanting to show all of his emotions through it. He didn't know if Harper was going to turn this down or not. Wait. That sentance made absolutely no sense at all. Harper, turning down sex? Dougie was going mad. He bit on her lower lip softly, not enough for her to bleed, but enough for the smell of blood to fill the air. He undid another button, revealing just that much more skin that was going to be his to kiss and touch whenever he wanted. However, how would Harper react outside of their alone time? Would she deny that she was in love with him? If she did, he would be hurt, beyond hurt. He wouldn't deny it, he would be telling everyone he knew if he had the time. However, the time he was spending with Harper was probably better than telling people he was in love with her. He remembered what Teddy had said the first time he had told him that he had feeling for Harper Valentine. Teddy nearly beat the shit out of him. Sure he was being stupid, or a fool, but fools did fall in love. In fact, being in love was the reason why he was fool in the first place. Keeping their lips locked together, he undid her last button, but he didn't pull the clothing off, not just yet. Instead, her ran his hands up her bare side and up to her shoulder, where he then slid it up to her neck. Everytime he touched her, he couldn;t help but het a shiver up and down his spine. [/blockquote]
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