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Post by darren hazard. on Jan 6, 2008 23:43:54 GMT -5
darren HAZARD;;
TAGS;; christa von ness STATUS;; incomplete / COMPLETE WORD COUNT;; 945 CHAT;; one day later than I promised, sorry ATTIRE;; [t-shirt][troursers][sneakers][guitar]
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The guitar he brought along was still laying there beside the doors now completely forgotten. He checked it's position just once by now, to make sure it was still there. Guitars were sensitive topic. Just as he'd buy one, he'd find another which he just had to have. His collection was building up, he owned five by now. Three acoustic, two electric. And just couple days ago he noticed another one in the window of a shop. Guilty pleasures. Each and every person had them. Some liked sweet things and girls generally suffered from lack of ability to hold themselves back when they desperately wanted some piece of cloth. He was unable to hold himself back when it came to guitars. That was just one of his weaknesses. That brought him back to the topic. Christa was defending her belief eagerly, but he still didn't quite agree. "You're forgetting where we started. It's true what you just said. Everyone can work hard. It just depends where their interests are based. Your interest, for time being, is school. Talent isn't everything and it's not enough. You have to work hard to improve it. You're able to memorize things quickly, that's one of your talents so it helps you when it comes to studying. You worked hard to improve it and now you have great grades. I still say that you aren't talentless like you said." he ended his monologue. It wasn't even important who was right in this but he felt the need to show her that she is in fact talented.
He laughed loudly, breaking the silence and remains of tension which were filling the air. He finally decided to drop that eating problem. Maybe that wasn't even a problem. He maybe just overreacted. It was understandable. From his point of view at least. That just meant that he cared for her. Maybe she didn't see it that way but there wasn't much he was able to do about that. Just maybe she would understand it one day. He had time. The embodiment of cool. He didn't use the exact same words but it was obvious that she would remember and use that in situations like these. He didn't expect any less. Fire back, one of the things she was best at. Her brain worked overtime. And he did hold her in suspense for bit too long. So basically he could've expected this. It amused him greatly. Lime green paper had to be one of the first things he noticed when they started dating. That was because it was so unusual. She was well stocked when it came to those. Her room was filled with them. Students wrote papers on plain white paper. At least all those he knew. It was nothing big, just paper with not really common color. But it was one of the things which defined her. Cheery, funny and not alike anyone other he knew. "Of course I am. But you're forgetting one other thing. I'm unique. You know that, I make trends not follow them, thing." he chuckled. He wasn't bothered about trends at all. He didn't care about them, they practically didn't exist in his life. Things he did, he did them because he liked them. Clothes he wore had nothing to do with trends. That was girl thing. He didn't play in a band because it was cool. He was doing that because it was something he was good at, once again, something he liked doing and saw his future in. "Besides that, lime green paper is your thing. Can't steal that from you. Too afraid of the consequences. Who knows, maybe all those people who use it had to buy rights from you. Not too informed on the subject."
His muscles completely relaxed when she put her head back on his shoulder. He smiled and placed one single kiss on the top of her head. Yes she was his. He wouldn't have it any other way. This was exactly where he belonged and where he, without knowing, wanted to be. The day was good by now. He was satisfied with the amount of new lyrics he managed to put together. Loneliness did him good. He was able to think without any interruptions. No one was there to bother him. That's why he picked this place. He visited it rarely, but every single time he did, no one was around. It was nearly impossible to have any peace in the dorm. At least when the others were inside. But lyrics weren't the only thing which made this day good one. The thing which made this day so good was finding her in this room. It wasn't planned and he didn't see it happening but it turned out great. This day was certainly one to remember. "Yes it's cool. It came from me after all. It has to be cool." his tone was serious but he was smiling and even though she couldn't see it she had to know that he was joking. "And that's good to hear. I'm not too willing to share." As her next words reached him, he instantly shook his head. It was far from truth. "I'd follow you around, but that wouldn't be the only reason. Just an excuse." he smirked as he raised his hand from her waist and started playing with long strays of hair which were falling on her back "Though I don't think that you would like that too much. It had been proved that having too much me in life isn't healthy either. And if I did that, you'd soon run out of reasons to miss me. Can't let that happen."
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Post by christa gennifer von ness on Jan 7, 2008 21:30:27 GMT -5
CHRiSTA von ness ;; time stands still for her tags;; darren hazard status;; incomplete / completeword count;; 745 chat;; sorry, i was kinda hurried. REALLY BAD >.< attire;; same as before ____________________________________________________ Christa saw Darren glance over at his guitar. That was his passion. She'd seen the way he looked in the music store. It was the same look she had when she sent window shopping. The stereotypical girl who loved shopping couldn't compare with Christa's almost maniacal love for the fashion industry. That's what she wanted to do with her life if she got a choice. If she had a free decision on what she wanted to do after her life, she'd pick that. But, sadly, she'd give away her status as a vampire if she did. Vampires were relatively immortal. They can't shrivel away from old age. That was good. She wouldn't turn white and wrinkly, keeping her youthful age was good, but then it'd give it all away if she actually became successful in her business and her world was bared to the public. No, then the humans would freak. They didn't know anything about the world they lived in. The ignorant beings didn't know of the existence of vampires, werewolves, angels, and demons. They were all oblivious to the environment then were encaged in.
"You're forgetting where we started. It's true what you just said. Everyone can work hard. It just depends where their interests are based. Your interest, for time being, is school. Talent isn't everything and it's not enough. You have to work hard to improve it. You're able to memorize things quickly, that's one of your talents so it helps you when it comes to studying. You worked hard to improve it and now you have great grades. I still say that you aren't talentless like you said."
Christa sat quietly and slowly traced imaginary patterns on the rim of his pant pockets. She digested this long packet of information from him and sat there contemplating. He had a good point, and she wasn't about to argue with it, even though she didn't think she was so good. Well, she had to say something. Christa was the kind of person who had the last say in things. It was a horribly vain trait, and she hated it, but it ran hard and fast through her blood, probably from her mother's side, and so there it was. But, since she had no good answer, she stuck to an old, overused saying. "You're my boyfriend, you have to say that." Christa stuck out her tongue and laughed, creating a twinkling sound.
"Of course I am. But you're forgetting one other thing. I'm unique. You know that, I make trends not follow them, thing. Besides that, lime green paper is your thing. Can't steal that from you. Too afraid of the consequences. Who knows, maybe all those people who use it had to buy rights from you. Not too informed on the subject."
"And that's what I love about you." Christa looked up and smiled at him. It was true. She did. It was rather refreshing from all the other guys she'd dated. They all changed one major thing she had loved about them just to have something in common with her, but that ruined everything. Maybe Darren did change something, but she hadn't noticed it. Then again, she wasn't too observant.
"Though I don't think that you would like that too much. It had been proved that having too much me in life isn't healthy either. And if I did that, you'd soon run out of reasons to miss me. Can't let that happen."
She could only smile. "Though I can't ever think of that ever happening, it's good to take precautions." She laughed again. Christa always seemed to be happy around him. It was an involuntary feeling. The kind that jumps on you and engulfs your whole body. The kind that won't leave, no matter how much you try to push it away. The kind that stays with you, even after that person leaves. It was love. The source of all good. Or all havoc, depends on how you looked at it. "I love you Darren." As soon as she said it, she was surprised. It had only been passing through her mind, she hadn't meant to voice it. She glanced up for his reaction. What would it be? She'd uttered the complete truth. It had just come flying out. She hadn't intended to blurt it out. That was another one of those faults. So far, Darren hadn't showed signs of being one of those guys that were afraid of comittment. [/size][/blockquote]
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Post by darren hazard. on Jan 15, 2008 3:54:57 GMT -5
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TAGS;; christa von ness STATUS;; incomplete / COMPLETE WORD COUNT;; 890 CHAT;; muse still missing, sorry about the crappy post ATTIRE;; [t-shirt][troursers][sneakers][guitar]
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That monologue was long and not expected from person called Darren Hazard. Things that made sense usually didn't come from him. He was way too random to make any sense. Jokes and semi dumb comments were his thing. He cracked them more than enough and often, so people tended to forget that he's actually able to use his brain and make sane statements. He didn't mind, making idiot out of himself was one of his daily missions. The thing which really did happen every single day, a routine. It didn't even depend on the mood he was in. He watched her amusedly as she took time to think about everything he said. The inner struggle was almost visible. And when she finally spoke up, he smiled and shook his head. He didn't say all that just because he was her boyfriend. But as he didn't want to go on with this so he just remained silent. That gesture was enough. She didn't believe in herself nearly enough. These four months he spent with her made him realize that. She was all he hoped she would be and more. He finally managed to find a girl who wasn't just beauty and the girl who liked him enough to stick with him for awhile, even after realizing that he's nowhere near perfect. This time luck smiled to him. Maybe she needed some time to accept everything he said and realize that he was right. Amazingly enough, from time to time, his words actually made sense. Sometimes he was able to find his way with them. Just like in the songs he wrote and the ones he was still writing. Yeah, he had his moments. Rarely, but he had them.
This sudden happiness took him over and he wasn't able to take that goofy grin off of his face. It was true, he felt much better. He already forgot how the happiness felt like. With all these problems he was passing trough it wasn't surprising. The wheel of fortune was turning and for once he knew that he was getting the best of it. It was the bloody time as well. People said that once you reach the bottom, you have to start raising. But it seemed that this deep, black hole he fell in didn't have end. Then again, maybe he reached it without knowing. Last few weeks were still kinda hazy. Maybe he just missed the grand moment. That would explain the happiness. He didn't need help from alcohol nor drugs, this happiness was coming straight from inside. "Yes, my thoughts exactly. I knew that you'd get it." he replied to her precautions comment.
And then his body tensed. She caught him off guard. He never loved a girl enough to voice it out to her. Like a girl, yes. In love with a girl, that too. But love a girl was something he never experienced in full form. It was understandable. Those girls who told him that they loved him didn't really know what they were talking about. They loved the image that he produced. That wasn't something solid. They didn't know him well enough to love him. But this thing he felt for Christa was something new. He wrote songs about random girls but he always made sure that they won't recognize themselves in them. As well, he never showed them the songs. They were able to hear them when the band had public performances. Maybe they wondered was certain song about them, he didn't know but he was sure that they weren't able to be one hundred percent sure. But this time he went and showed Christa song which was obviously written about her even before he finished it. His fear about not being able to finish it somehow melted in the process and he was glad that he showed it to her. Look on her face and her positive comments were his award. He didn't expect to hear this though.
He knew that she liked him. Several actions proved that to him. First there was that flirting which occurred the day they met, then discovery of the paper in which she scribbled number of her cell in his pocket, her smiles and laughter and random hugs and kisses. In the end, the fact that they now dated for full four months. But he didn't know that she loved him. Maybe he just wasn't observant, but he couldn't remember anything what she did or said and what would show him what she really felt about him. He had problems with understanding that feeling. Commitment was something he developed certain dislike for. It was the thing which drained all fun out of things. It made you feel trapped, almost like you were in a box looking at world trough a small hole you managed to dig. It was the general thought. But as the initial shock passed, after hearing her say those three little words, Darren realized that they didn't make him feel trapped. It was quite the opposite. They made him feel good. Better than good. Original goofy grin turned into real smile and he spontaneously leaned in brushing his lips against her ear lobe "That's good. Because I love you too." his lips then found hers in a kiss which had power to show her that he was completely honest.
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Post by christa gennifer von ness on Jan 15, 2008 21:38:27 GMT -5
CHRiSTA von ness ;; time stands still for her tags;; darren hazard status;; incomplete / completeword count;; 727 chat;; my muse slightly returned. just a bit, lol. attire;; same as before ____________________________________________________ Describing Christa is quite hard. Her many faces vary from time to time, and she's well known for her mood swings. But, in general, she's a bubbly, over optimistic, and relatively happy girl. She's extremely talkative. It's hard to get her to shut up once she's worked herself up into a discussion. She's, sadly, not a very good conversation starter, but she certainly has a wagging tongue. Christa's quite aware of her surrounding, especially here at school, but out in the world as well. I guess you could say she's a gossip queen, but she doesn't like to talk about other people and their business too much. She is a female though, so it does occur from time to time. The most when she's stressed. Talking is her way of letting everything out. It's her way of expressing herself. Talking is her main outlet for everything that's going on in her life, and the ones around her because people tend to dump their troubles on her occasionally. It's what you get for being a ready ear. She doesn't mind other people's troubles too much. It's hers that she worries about. Christa ... well, let's just say she tends to run away from her problems. Not the smartest idea, admittedly, but she often buries herself in her concerns for others, rather than focusing on what she needs to do to provide for herself. So, often when she's stressed, she likes to grab a listening ear for her, in turn. For the past month or two, that outlet has been Darren.
What's amazing is that he copes with that. He listened. He actually listened. Sure, most girls would listen and all, but there were two differences. One, obviously, he was a guy. That was even more impressive. Two, he did it for a continuous time. Girls often got fed up with her worries. Mainly because she kept them pent up and bottled inside herself, and when she chose to release it, it came out and out and out. They seemed to have no end. Sad, but true. It was like a volcano of words just exploded out of her when she needed to spill. Darren calmly collected all of those things and cared. He cared. That was priceless. To her, anyways. Undoubtedly, many people knew many people who cared, and listened, and so on and so forth. But not Christa. She knew a lot of people. A lot. So, to her, maybe five people weren't exactly the most in a crowd. She had Harper, Robert, Ash, and Audrey. Oh, and Ari. Iris, too. But, that's about it. And then here came Darren, outshadowing them all. And Darren, he talked too, but not in the way Christa did. He preferred to make jokes, and shoot out smart aleck remarks. Ones that made her smile and laugh, that made everyone laugh. Sometimes, Christa envied him. Everyone seemed to like him. But that was trivial and petty, and she didn't dwell. So, this monologue talk from Darren was quite unexpected. But, again, she didn't have time to dwell. Three magical words had been uttered from his lips, and the effect on her was astounding.
A smile lit up her face. Well, that was before he started kissing her. As his lips found hers, she kissed back deeply. The spark between them was stronger than ever. His kiss left no doubt to his words. It was funny how much three tiny words, I love you, could do to a girl. To anyone, in fact. Christa raised one hand and wrapped it around his neck, pulling him closer. The other traced across his jawline and to his neck, but finally joined her other arm in being wrapped around him. Yet again, the whole world was slipping away, bit by bit. Collingwood Secondary was gone. The room that they were in was fading. All that was left was those two. They were immersed in a world all their own. Christa could ask for no more. The passion that flowed in her veins made her usually cold blood and skin turn a degree warmer, which was significant, seeing as she was a vampire. When she broke for air, her voice was a bit ragged. "I'm glad to hear it." But, she didn't leave too much room for discussion as she placed her lips against his again. [/size][/blockquote]
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Post by darren hazard. on Jan 17, 2008 18:50:27 GMT -5
darren HAZARD;;
TAGS;; christa von ness STATUS;; incomplete / COMPLETE WORD COUNT;; 845 CHAT;; I still say that I ramble way too much... ATTIRE;; [t-shirt][troursers][sneakers][guitar]
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Just by one look at him, a stranger couldn't say what he's really like. That's exactly how he wanted it to be. He wasn't one of those people who wore their heart on their sleeve. He kept things to himself and the only people who knew absolutely all about him were those best friends who were around all his life. It was a precaution. Besides that, sometimes even he wasn't able to understand his own emotions. And to share them with someone wasn't on his list of priorities. You were just making yourself vulnerable by sharing them. First you had to know the person well, and even if you did you couldn't be sure that the person won't betray you. Dougie was living example. He learned from his friend's experience. Ever since Imogen's appearance, his ability to trust people sunk. He never trusted strangers, but that made him check and double check his friends too. After all, betrayal came from the inner circle. Family. Overall, he seemed pretty normal though. Not counting all randomness, idiotic jokes and pranks he pulled with the other three, he looked and acted like every other teenager in the world. Went to school, had hobbies, friends, girlfriend. There was nothing weird about that. If there wasn't for his need for blood he would really be normal. There was always that strange glint in his eyes though, but he never classified it as strange. It was there since he was born. So it wasn't strange to him. That was a part of him which he fully accepted. It was saying that there was something about him what made him different. In un-normal kind of way. Then again he had to admit that wasn't normal. Not even human. He did appear as one, but he was really far from it. A bloodsucker, damned creature, living death, pure blooded vampire. He was all that. Humans made it sound like he, and all other vampires were fucking zombies. There weren't that many mortals around who knew that he was a vampire. He often wondered what they thought how a vampire is supposed to look. Maybe the fact that they didn't know how his kin looked kept them so peaceful.
None of that made him restrain himself and don't tell Christa what he really felt about her. He let her in, dropped his guard. That happened just once before. On the day when he and Kat became friends. This situation was much different though. He couldn't help himself but to think this over. After all, he was one of those people who took time to think before they reacted, it was sometimes rather annoying quality. That explained the rather small number of fights he participated in. Comparing to Damien or Dougie for example. Christa was vampire as well, she played for the same team. It was the ultimate connection, they were able to understand one another. When it came to blood at least. In this relationship he didn't have feeling that he was just plain weird and that was major plus. As well, even though he just gave her weapon to destroy him if she wanted to, he believed that she won't. If he knew her at all, that is. This time he didn't have too much time to think about consequences. She didn't give him time. The words which came out of her mouth stunned him for that one moment. He had been placed in front of a wall. Till that moment he didn't even realize how far they got. This was a commitment, but in the same way it somehow, strangely, made him feel free.
There was nothing between them anymore. Now when the confessions were out things were supposed to only get better. At least he hoped that they would. All secrets on his side, besides one, were revealed. That one secret he wasn't able to share. Not yet. The fear of rejection was present. He knew that he was doing something what most people didn't consider acceptable. The bad thing. Christa didn't know anything about this and for now at least he wanted to keep it that way. Maybe he wasn't completely honest but she was still that one girl who managed to get the very best from him. He didn't know how she was doing that but just one of her smiles made all his problems and worries seem so distant, it worked every single time. And now when she was kissing him, she made the whole world disappear. Thoughts which were running trough his mind just moments ago became non existent as well. He didn't care what will happen tomorrow and what new obstacles had been put on their way. Pure joy combined with heat was running trough his veins. A dead man who came back to life... And everything happened so spontaneously. Maybe thinking wasn't always best option. He just smiled before their lips met again, his arms traveling south where they wrapped around her waist. There was no space left between the two of them, no time for words.
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Post by christa gennifer von ness on Jan 17, 2008 19:28:22 GMT -5
CHRiSTA von ness ;; time stands still for her tags;; darren hazard status;; incomplete / completeword count;; 638 chat;; heh, me too! XD attire;; same as before ____________________________________________________ What was real? What was fake? Christa really couldn't tell anymore. To think that she'd let herself go and give her whole self to one guy was unthinkable. She'd always been one to be free minded and exceptionally spontaneous, but the thing she'd always taken seriously was her heart. What girl liked to be hurt? Did anyone like to be hurt? Well, yeah, there were some masochistic people out there, but the majority of the Earth's population tended to stray away from being pained. Christa was no exception. She had guarded her heart. Even with her little fling slash relationship with Ash in her freshmen year, she hadn't let herself get too attached. Good thing, too. That didn't last too long. But, then again, maybe the reason why it didn't work out was because she forced herself not to let him have her. As far as she was concerned, she never wanted to let herself be wrapped around any guy's finger. Now, if the guy was wrapped around her little pinky, that was another story. But, as far as Christa's relationship status went, she had never been as serious as this. Darren. Was this thing with him out of control? Or, rather, was it a match made in heaven, or wherever vampires went after they were slain? Then again, now wasn't the right time to ponder that. She wasn't about to spend her time thinking about that anyways.
What she did let her mind wander to was the feelings that immersed her whole being. The way his lips pressed against hers and the way she massaged his mouth with hers. The meager hea that both bodies were emitting. The wrapped up atmosphere surrounding the bodies. His chest against hers. Her breathing echoing his. Her eyes were clamped shut, almost like she couldn't take the intensive turn this meeting had taken. But, she wasn't about to complain. As his hands snaked around her waist, her heart almost pounded through her mouth and ears, if she had a beating one, desperate to find a way out of her body. It needed to burst through, to tell the whole world that she loved this guy. She loved him no matter what. Yes, there was a huge physical attraction, but it didn't stop anywhere near there. She loved the way his smile shone its way onto her lips, curving hers into a playful grin as well. She loved the way he worded things, the way he seemed to always know what to say. She loved the way that he wasn't totally perfect. Because, selfishly, that made her look at herself a bit more positively, but that wasn't only a vanity issue. Just self esteem is what you'd call it. She couldn't not love him. Did that make sense? Probably not. But, it didn't matter. What mattered was that she'd give her life, probably, at this point, to save his. It was irrevocable. She'd tumbled into a pit of no end. She couldn't get out, and strangely enough, she didn't want to. Christa didn't want to think of what kind of state she'd be in if he was taken away from her. Even the thought of that almost tore her apart.
Pushing her lips harder against his, she let some of her fiery temperament help express her feelings. That wasn't completely possible, seeing as her devotion to him was indescribable, unmatchable, untamable, and incomparable. Her sinful desires shook her control considerable. Hesitantly, her left hand traced its way down his collarbone, down his chest, and fingered his shirt line. What was she doing? She was slightly confused. But the pleasure that coursed through her would unwind a stronger girl than she. She was a vampire. They were often described as sex crazed leeches. Three guesses as to who made up that. Yup, werewolves. [/size][/blockquote]
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Post by darren hazard. on Jan 23, 2008 20:50:33 GMT -5
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TAGS;; christa von ness STATUS;; incomplete / COMPLETE WORD COUNT;; 720 CHAT;; not much and not good, but it's a post! ATTIRE;; [t-shirt][troursers][sneakers][guitar]
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How exactly was he able to know what will happen? What is waiting for them just around the corner? There was no way he was able to know those things. It would've been possible if he was a psychic. Since he, unfortunately, wasn't one he had been forced to wait and see. To accept that wasn't so easy, he always liked to know those things. Just to get ready for them, get the best from the worst situations. Not to end up hurt, left alone. The reason why he was still standing was lying in simple explanation, he was able to get ready for couple really bad situations. He knew what was waiting for him and he didn't expect much. There were no hidden trap doors, no surprises, in the same time there were absolutely no miracles which would possibly save him. That was the way he was handling things by now. Proved method number two. It always worked. But he was a patient enough to handle this waiting. Didn't mean that he wasn't a bit paranoid. There was always a possibility that things might get bad when you least expect them to. So, even though he believed that they were strong enough and that things are supposed to get even better now, he intended to keep both eyes wide opened. Defeat had to be something nobody liked and he absolutely hated it. The disappointment which accompanied it had to be among worst feelings he, personally, ever experienced. It wasn't the feeling that he disappointed someone else, even though his family did expect much from him. To feel that you disappointed yourself was much worse. It wasn't even comparable.
He didn't want to think about possibility that he might disappoint her. In his opinion, she deserved so much more than this what he was giving her. At times he didn't even have enough time for her. That was just one of the things he didn't know how or why she was handling. No, he didn't think that she wasn't able to function without him around, he wasn't that vain. Explanation for that had to be in that confession. She was handling that and everything else because she loved him. Because of that his affection and love for her grew. He forgot how strong she was. It was kinda funny to even try to connect her appearance with the strength she possessed. Such a little, thin creature wasn't supposed to be strong. Girls who looked like her were generally fragile. Or they seemed to be at least. On stormy days, when the wind was blowing, he was convinced that it would manage to blow them away. However, they were still walking around so maybe it wasn't all in the way they looked. Of course, he was perfectly able to turn the things around. He was a guy, she was a girl. No matter how strong she was, it was still obvious that he was still stronger than her. It was just how it was supposed to be. But he didn't do a thing. He let her take the control over the situation. To do everything she wanted to do to him. Ability to hold himself back was still something he had control over and he wanted to enjoy in this.
But as her hands started wandering, his head started spinning and he knew that he was losing it slowly. The way her body felt against his was driving him crazy. He was reaching the point where he would need her desperately. Maybe it sounded foolish, but he was fool in love so he really didn't care. But since he didn't want to ruin the moment they just shared, he had to be careful. Play slowly and nicely. No matter how hard it was. But he felt where her hand stopped. She was sending him clear message. Taking his time, he gave her just one last peck on the lips before lowering his head and touching the side of her neck with his lips. His hand found it's way under her shirt, where his fingers caressed her soft, bare skin. He inhaled deeply, just once, trying to regain bits and pieces of that self control which was so strong couple moments ago. Christa had this power over him. Was that entirely good thing? Perhaps.
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Post by christa gennifer von ness on Jan 25, 2008 18:01:43 GMT -5
CHRiSTA von ness ;; time stands still for her tags;; darren hazard status;; incomplete / completeword count;; 935 chat;; oh god, i rambled a hell of a lot. XD attire;; same as before ____________________________________________________ We are all fools in love. How many times had Christa heard that saying? Or, even, offered it to someone who did something that wasn’t the smartest. For those that were infatuated, deeply, with another, everything seemed reachable, everything seemed rational, nothing seemed impossible. It was just that way. The human, well, not exactly all human, race had lived that way for as long as anyone could imagine. Would things like that ever change? Probably not. Love was not something that would waver; it wasn’t something that someone could twist in their own way. How many times had Christa seen the most unlikely couples tilt hopelessly into a web of affection? How many? Countless times. Okay, well, maybe it was countable, but certainly not a limited number like ten. Though Christa had lived a comparatively short life, she didn’t miss out on too much. She was always perceptive, being able to sense things that the ordinary mind could pick up. But that was on mostly feelings and emotions. The most obvious things liked to slip through her fingers a lot. Things like that bugged her. How she could be so discerning, yet so unobservant. How she could be intuitive, but lack the common sense needed. How she could be so down to earth, but at the same time, she was floating high in the sky. Her life was a rollercoaster ride. It had its ups and down, its loop de loops, its major drops, and the high points. Would things ever calm down? To tell you the truth, Christa didn’t really want them to.
There was always a certain appeal to adrenaline. The feeling of your face being flushed from excitement. The sound of a million hearts beating as one. The sounds rushing by your ears, not staying long enough to be distinguished. It was all amazing. If you play a competitive sport, you’d understand. It’s the last minute until the game is over. The crowd is all separately cheering for the team they want to win. You can feel the blood rushing to your face. You’re screaming your lungs out, cheering for the team you’re on. Neck to neck, the opponents catch up with you. You want to groan; your team had the lead for, oh, about three seconds. And then, your teammate scores! Hoorah! The game is over in your favor. Of course, sometimes you lose as well, but it was more satisfying to describe a favorable end to the imaginary scene. The point of that was to illustrate kind of how Christa felt. Though she was a vampire, she had human emotions as well. Her adrenaline build up probably wasn’t as strong, yet.
Was it foolish for her to think that she didn’t deserve him? In truth, the two were pretty balanced out. Darren was creatively successful, and Christa’s achievements lay in academics. Both had their strong points, and both had their weak areas. But, in her opinion, his weak areas were minimal, while hers were piled on high, creating a mountainous effect. Little did she know, that’s how he felt as well. But, she wasn’t some sort of mind reader, so there wasn’t even a chance for her to know what he was thinking, unless he verbalized it. Christa was content with that though. Each person was entitled to their own mysteries. Charlotte Lucas from Pride and Prejudice once uttered those words that were familiar to every living being. Fools in love. Was it wrong to take what shouldn’t be yours? To take what you didn’t deserve? She desperately hoped not. She loved this boy, hopelessly. But, there was a small part of her that thought she was being quite foolish in that she was so deep in this hole she dug herself. If she got hurt in any way, there would be no way out. She’d be stuck down there, unable to climb out. Would it come to that? Only the future would tell.
Christa was slightly concerned when Darren only pecked at her lips. She, selfishly, was expecting another long one. But, her concern didn’t last long. Another fat section of her self control slipped when he pressed his lips to her neck. She inhaled deeply and slowly, her eyes were closed serenely. Her white neck was exposed to him. He could bite her if he chose to. She never had known what the felt like. No other vampire had bit her. She hadn’t let them be close enough. If they did draw blood from each other, then, in a sense, they’d be a part of each other. That gave her a small, pleasant feeling, but not enough to try it. At least, not right now. She felt the cool air swirl around her as he breathed in. His hand touched her skin, and she knew it wasn’t right how unbearable it was. It was hard to resist. And, she kinda gave in. She pulled his face back up to hers, and gave him a soft, short kiss. Locking her gaze with his, she slid both hands to his chest. Never tearing her eyes away from his, she pushed him back slowly until he was laying flat on the bed. Her face was full of raw emotion. Two main ones though. The first, the reminder that he could stop her any time he wanted. The other, her desire for him. Straddling Darren softly, Christa let all her weight rest on her knees. Leaning down, she headed towards his neck. Whispering, she let her lips brush against his skin with every word. “Why must you be so irresistible?” she teased.
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Post by darren hazard. on Jan 27, 2008 20:21:56 GMT -5
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TAGS;; christa von ness STATUS;; incomplete / COMPLETE WORD COUNT;; 967 CHAT;; more this time, still rambling too much lol ATTIRE;; [t-shirt][troursers][sneakers][guitar]
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Just close your eyes. Drift apart and think that you're somewhere else. Doesn't matter where, anywhere but here. The magical thought which helped him so many times. In the moments when solitude, guitar and long driving sessions weren't helping. It was an escape route, the easy way out. Last step before turning to alcohol and drugs. He did try to face the problems which were choking him. The realization that there was no point hit him soon after. He just wasn't able to do everything on his own. Since there were no helping hands offered, he couldn't do much. Surely, he wasn't the first and there was a tough chance that he was the last person who was trying to escape from problems. Solution was out there somewhere, he just didn't manage to reach it yet. Some of the hope he had was lost but he didn't give up, not yet, he just slowed down. But in the moments like those he was able to be himself again. Simply forget everything bad and enjoy in good things. To breathe. These kisses were just like some kind of drug. They were so consuming. She pulled his head back up and planted just one kiss upon his lips before pulling back. Slowly, her hands pushed him until his back touched the bed. His eyes never left hers.
It was right there. In her eyes. They were telling him everything. She didn't have to tell him a thing, he was able to read everything from her reactions. He got that ability recently. Guessed that it was because they were together for awhile now. Four months maybe didn't seem that long, but all those days they spent together, all alone, weren't something what could be neglected. He knew a lot about her now and she knew a lot about him. They talked about everything. It wasn't just that lovey dovey stuff girls liked. He knew what every of her smiles meant. Yes, she had more than one and he was able to tell them apart. To say when exactly she was faking one, when she was really happy, when she was amused. He didn't pay too much attention. It just spontaneously came. Actually, everything what happened to them and between them by now was more or less spontaneous. Everything from the very first meeting to these confessions. He suddenly started feeling bad. Thoughts that she deserved better than this took him over. He remembered that silly chat he had with both Park and Areli, when they were telling him about their ideal boyfriends, precisely what they would expect from them. He just laughed at their ideas back then. Those things they said seemed way too sappy and he couldn't picture any of the guys he knew doing that, so he just proclaimed that they read too many romance novels and watched too many chick flicks. Then again, back then he didn't know Christa. He didn't know that he would fall in love, with her or any other girl. And now, those ideas didn't seem idiotic. They didn't seem idiotic at all. This was the first time he admitted that to himself. In any other, normal situation, he'd laugh at himself for allowing these thoughts to occupy his mind. This was completely unlike him. All these new situations obviously changed him. Well, that or maybe they finally allowed him to show the side which was hidden somewhere inside. Honestly, if that side existed, he didn't know anything about it.
If he wanted to to, he could stop her right there. Wait for a better moment. Do something special, make it unforgettable. But he wasn't too sure was he able to stop himself now. He hesitated for a moment, still looking straight in her eyes. He got lost in them for a moment. Absolutely forgot everything for, what it seemed, hundredth time today. This was one of those new things as well. When it came to girls, he never hesitated. Sure, he didn't force anything, but in the moment he made sure that they were ready, he'd simply go for it. Without second thought. In moments like those, it was extremely hard to think straight. Feelings were never involved though. Not from his side. It was a physical pleasure, nothing more. Since feelings were now indeed involved, he had a reason to hesitate. But maybe this was that perfect moment. No one was around so they had their peace. His self control was one step away from waving with white flag and by the looks of it, her own wasn't too far away from the moment either. His head was spinning, she was still in control. It was undetermined for how long. Though, judging by the blood rush inside him, the moment was just seconds away. How was he able to think straight? There was a beautiful girl on top of him, straddling him. Any normal male wouldn't be able to resist in this situation. He loved this girl, he needed her. He closed his eyes and almost shivered as her lips brushed against his neck. Sensitive spot. He never let anyone bite him there and right now he wasn't completely sure what was on her mind. But even if she wanted to bite him right now, he wouldn't do a thing to stop her. A soft, lazy smile stretched his lips as he heard what she said. He moved suddenly, so quickly that she just didn't have enough time to register what's happening. His arms tightened around her waist and he flipped them around so now he was on top. Self control gave up. "Irresistible? You're the irresistible one. And you're driving me crazy." his words were barely audible as he leaned down, claimed her lips again, his hands now advancing under her shirt.
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Post by christa gennifer von ness on Jan 30, 2008 21:10:56 GMT -5
CHRiSTA von ness ;; time stands still for her tags;; darren hazard status;; incomplete / completeword count;; 760 chat;; kinda short. attire;; bra&&panties hehe ____________________________________________________ With a sharp intake of breath, Christa got flipped over. How he managed to do that so quickly was beyond her, even with her amazing senses and reflexes. She gazed up at him as he spoke. She barely caught his words, but thank goodness for her enhanced hearing. Sometimes, being a vampire was heavenly. He had said something about her being the irresistible one, and that was driving him crazy. A small smirk crept upon her lips as she stared up at him. His eyes were as she hadn’t seen before. There was desire in them. There was lust. But, there was something else that made it all different. There was love, affection, care. She wondered what hers looked like to him. Probably nothing too different. It was all swirled together, though, for her. Her chocolate brown eyes were always something she was proud of, and happy about. They could be frightening when she wanted them to be. A shocking hard edge would appear when she felt that way. After all, the eyes were the window to your soul. Similarly, her eyes would be mellow when she was feeling ordinary, bright and glittery and when she was joyous, calming and caring when she was trying to console someone. It was hard for her to be so revealing. Christa most always tried to cover her emotions, to not let them run loose. It was good to have her game face on. That way, her enemies couldn’t find her weaknesses. But, right now, try as hard as she could, she wouldn’t be able to hide the … what was it? Too much to describe? Yeah.
As he leant back in, she welcomed his lips back to hers eagerly. Christa could feel that moan building in her throat as he reached higher under her shirt, but it didn’t slip. It would soon, certainly, but for right now, it stayed put. It was a weird feeling, it being stuck right there. Oh well, she’d get it out soon. Making a quick spur of the moment choice, she slowly helped guide his hands, but finally slipped her own shirt off, tossing it to the side and not really caring where it landed. “Hey, believe me, you’re not the only one who’s being driven crazy.” Smiling, she pulled him back close, now topless, and ran her fingers through his hair. What did she do to deserve this? What? Weren’t vampires the eternally damned? Weren’t they God’s punishment to this earth? They were the walking dead, the ever cursed. So why did she feel like she was in heaven? It wasn’t possible. It couldn’t be. But, it was. Or, maybe he was being punished and was forced into having her. On second thought, that couldn’t possibly be it. Darren, punished? Never. She was being really stupid anyways. Why was she thinking all these things? She should be enjoying this while it lasted. And she was. She shouldn’t even be able to think straight. There was a fine line between thinking straight, and acting on impulse alone. As of right now, Christa’s foot was already hovering over that line, eager to cross over, but she needed a small urge.
To tell you the truth, she’d never been in such a situation before. Not a situation where she was so eager to please him. She’d never really needed someone like this before. Not just want. It wasn’t physical anymore. It was way too deep. Like said before, she’d dug herself a hole too deep, and too comfortable. It was a hole furnished by their love and the connection between them. A soul mate? Maybe. She’d never really thought that far ahead into her life. Did she already find the one that she wanted to spend the rest of her … existence with? She’d seen a lot of people in her life, but none could compare with him. And she’d say yes, he was the one she wanted to spend all of her days with, and none without him. Mentally, she’d go berserk alone. Being severed from him would be like being severed from her soul. Oh God, I’m getting all sappy again. Smiling into the kiss, she mustered up fire and passion and threw them into it. Deciding it was his turn to take his shirt off, she disentangled her arms from around his neck. Her cold fingers left a trail along his neck on their way down. Tugging his shirt slowly, if that was possible, off him, she shivered involuntarily as their bare skins touched for a moment.
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Post by darren hazard. on Feb 21, 2008 20:08:52 GMT -5
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TAGS;; christa von ness STATUS;; incomplete / COMPLETE WORD COUNT;; 970 CHAT;; so damn late but ooh, juicy! ATTIRE;; [troursers][sneakers]
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Just maybe, she was that one person who was able to save him. He wasn't able to do it on his own. Always putting other's interests in front of his own. First there was his mother and Imogen. They needed him, right now he was they only one they were both able to rely on. Mother was a housewife, Imogen was still in school. Well, he was in school too but not for long. Few short months were parting him from his freedom. Blink of an eye, that was, nothing more. The two women were financially dependent on his father, in a way he was too. Not too long ago, he swore to himself that he will change that. If nothing, buy freedom for two of them as well. If all his plans worked out, he would definitely be able to do so. He had motivation. His friend's interest were in front of his as well. Especially when it came to the band. They all invested so much in it. Success was the only option, others didn't exist. All this thinking on how to improve it was slowly turning his brain into mush. He physically wasn't able to turn down friend in need. One phone call or text message was all it took and, no matter what he was doing at the moment, he would appear on their doors, ready to listen long story which made his friend miserable. He wasn't that talented when it came to his own issues. He didn't know how to help himself. Sure, those same friends were there for him no matter what as well but somehow that wasn't enough. He tried not to bother Christa with those problems. Naturally, he wasn't able to keep everything from her. If he wanted this relationship to work, and he did, dose of honesty was essential. She already knew more than anyone else. He trusted her with his feelings, convinced that she won't let him down. Her random hugs and kisses meant the world to him. They were showing him that she needed him as much as he needed her. Just maybe they were perfect combination.
This game had been started by her. He played along. Because it really was a game in the beginning. Sooner than he expected, it turned into something more. And now... She could've pushed him back, make him stop. That power was in her hands, she now knew that he cared too much to push her into do anything against her will. Every ounce of self control he possessed was in use. Losing his head was out of question. Yes, she was driving him crazy but he still didn't allow himself to lose it completely. Not until he got her full approval. Maybe it was hard to believe that he was willing to wait. It wasn't like they've never done this before. He wanted her so bad his insides started hurting. It was impossible, he wasn't able to realize how did she do it. Got under his skin so quickly that is. That was something he was completely unable to comprehend. Their eyes met for a moment and right there, in her eyes, he saw everything he needed to see. He kissed her slowly, for the first time realizing that they had all the time in the world, there was no need to rush. She made his work easier when she took her shirt off. And she did that in the right moment too, seconds after, he'd do that himself. Seeing her there, topless, lying under him gave him strange feeling of power. No, not in that way. It wasn't the power over her, she was the one giving him power and strength. In that moment he felt that he was able to do absolutely everything. He didn't feel coldness anymore. It felt like his body was burning. Or maybe it was hers, he wasn't able to tell anymore. But it was good, so good.
Those words brought smile on his face again and calmed him down for a second. He couldn't remember the day he smiled more than today. It wasn't that he kept track, but today turned out to be so bloody amazing. Things which happened today, he knew that he would remember. Maybe even forever, probably, for as long as he lived. Feeling of her fingers in his hair brought back the need. The space between them was again slowly becoming non existent. His life didn't depend on that kiss but it surely felt like it. He needed her to be this close, even closer than this, to feel her body melting in his. It was the strange need, something completely new. Taking things to the next level suddenly got all new meaning. He was turning into a sappy monster. Horror. But this was Christa. She was special. His lips left hers, he lowered his head, brushed his lips over her neck, placed a line of small kisses over her collarbone and rested for a moment in valley between her breasts. His hands were on her sides, right keeping his balance, left on her back brushing over the lacy material which was covering her. He let her take his shirt off. Moved back slightly and raised his arms to help her. Quite soon, it joined hers somewhere on the floor. Skin against skin. That's what they were now. Feeling her shiver in his arms and then light breeze caused by the movement he pulled her closer again. It was his turn to do something. His hands were wandering all over her body, he didn't think anymore. Moving them down, he played them lightly over her belly. Teasing her, moving them lower towards the rim of her pants. Lightly moving his hand across her bare skin he undid the button on her pants.
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Post by christa gennifer von ness on Feb 21, 2008 21:35:23 GMT -5
&& miss christa von ness . time stands still for her.[/font][/right] tags }} darren hazard status }} incomplete » « [complete] word count }} 1,052 words chat }} couldn'ta said it betta myself! =) attire }} bra&&panties____________________________________________________ It was a constant war inside her. The two sides were completely opposite, yet she needed both to be herself. The first was pleasing herself. You had to take care of yourself, no? If you let yourself wither away or become bored to death, then there wouldn't be much you left to do the second point: pleasing others. Yes, that was highly important too. In a way, you built your own reputation, your standing among others. Negativity on your part wasn't the greatest thing to aim for. If you're bright and cheery, and there for others, then, in a way, you'll become very successful in life. You develop great people skills, for one, and two, you learn to cherish life. And you realize that you are a part of your own life too. Take time for yourself, and only yourself. Become immersed in doing something you love. Whether it be singing, painting, sports, or writing. Do something to show who you are, to cultivate your being. Christa had a tendency to become unbalanced in this war very frequently. Mostly, she'd work her butt off pleasing others, mainly her teachers. Others times it was helping out a friend by running errands, helping them on their homework, or just offering a ready ear. And sometimes she threw herself too wholeheartedly into that. She'd try to make it to every party, every game, every dinner. She'd try to be with eighteen different people in one day. Needless to say, that just wouldn't work. Nope, not going to happen. Once she got tired and annoyed of this lifestyle, which usually went on for a couple months, she'd collapse, and it wouldn't be surprising if she slept her stress of for half a day or so. Then it would be Miss Hermit again. She'd spend days just in her room, asking her roomates to bring in some food, and making small talk with them. Jogging around the school campus was probably the only thing she did outside of a building. She wasn't the greatest at time management. This lasted for roughly two weeks. By then, she'd start craving company. Anyone's company, her friends, her family, the janitor. And then this whole circle would start all over again. She had tried a lot to balance her life out, and once it started looking like it was finally working, everything would fall apart again. Her life was full of mistakes.
But here was one mistake that, if it was one, she'd never want to make better. Could you call them meeting a mistake? Not really. Just two people vampires bumping into each other. Nothing out of the ordinary. Met through a friend of a friend and so on and so forth. Both were outgoing and loved to have a good time. Both were charismatic and had a humorous outlook on life than overshadowed the more serious parts. Both were good looking, but then again, most vampires are. So what was so special about this outcome of shameless flirting? That it seemed like it wouldn't end. You know that feeling you get when you see a couple on a movie that have a happy ever after? Well, Christa and Darren'd put those people to shame. It's so hard to put into words how Christa felt about Darren. She cared about him more than she cared about the dearest thing in her life, which he was, so that makes sense in a cyclical way. She loved him so much, that if he was better off without her, or he didn't want her anymore, then she'd go. She'd leave without another word. Though it would tear her heart to pieces and make her life more of a curse and sin than it already was, she'd do it. As long as he was happy. Her affection had grown like a jungle out of control. There was no hiding it now, and she had no reason to. Why not show the world the extent of his sway over her? No, there was no reason not to.
Every time their eyes met, there was an electric shock that seemed to jolt her. Every single time. There just was no way she could get used to it. Her had so many faces to him that every times she looked at him, it seemed like she was looking at a different part. Every person had a million sides to their personality, no matter how ordinary they seem. Darren had a million and one. Just another reason to look at him. And did she look. As his shirt came off, she glanced hungrily over his body, lingering around his abs. A miniscule smirk decorated her lips before they met his in another round of kissing. As he pulled away to move lower down, she rolled her head back, breathing deeply in order to not go absolutely crazy. Her hands gripped at his shoulders whilst a soft moan tumbled from her lips. Were they going to fast? This half normal conversation had turned into this! How had it happened? It had been so quick, but she would utter no complaints. She felt his kisses trail from her neck, which she liked, and lingering around her collar bone, which she really liked, and then in between her breasts, which she loved. But she was really paying attention to his hands. They had managed to unbutton the button on her jeans. Now, it was spur of the moment decision number two. Should she tease him by making it harder? That seemed a little harsh, but she was curious to see what he'd do. Or she could help him along. That would probably speed up the action rather than hinder it. She paused for a moment, enjoying the feelings he aroused in her, but ultimately had to make a choice. Maybe she's do a little of both. Arching her back softly, she raised her hips higher. But, at the same time, she took his hands in hers and unzipped the zipper, which was kinda harder than she had seemed. It reminded of her when she was little when her parents guided her hand when she was learning how to color. Well, they weren't coloring, but she was helping him along. Smiles curved her lips and her eyes were sparkling with amusement.
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Post by darren hazard. on Feb 23, 2008 16:05:21 GMT -5
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TAGS;; christa von ness STATUS;; incomplete / COMPLETE WORD COUNT;; 1086 CHAT;; I apologize for rambling; and have to say that it doesn't make much sense either lol ATTIRE;; [troursers][sneakers]
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Good things in life were hard to find. It was almost impossible. Lucky ones were able to, but he didn't know that many of those. Actually, he wasn't sure did he know any. Living with problems was daily routine. They were occupying his mind more than it was necessary, they were constantly there, not letting him breathe, break away. Smiling people were eye candy. There were moments when just one look at them could make him smile too. Just like that. It wasn't even important that they didn't actually smile at him. He was able to ignore that and pretend. Yeah, life was a bitch and it was making those weak ones hide or quit. There were so many suicidal kids around here. The thought that young person was able to take it's own life was sickening. Opportunities always existed, again, they were one of the things which weren't offered on silver platter. To get them you had to work, draw yourself to the edge of exhaustion. But they did exist. For each and every person. To be forced to beg for coins on the street was humiliating. In their town, that wasn't rare sight. Corners, every other, were occupied with one at least. Little boxes in front of them, with a coin or two inside. That wasn't nearly enough to survive. Those people were living and dying on the streets, becoming part or them melting into them. Soon, without exceptions, they were becoming invisible. And when they died, no one missed them. Death was passing unnoticed. They wouldn't leave anything behind. Nothing to be remembered by. That was scary thought. To become just a name written upon gray tombstone. Sometimes not even that. Being strong, holding on, not letting anything bring you down. Waking in your sheets, all tangled up, trying to get ready for another day, new challenges. Yeah, another of the hard things. Was it that impossible to make something good? It wasn't over. Not yet. He was still able to win this battle. He shouldn't let these things bother him so much. Whole life was in front of him. There was no way he would let himself drown in nothingness. He had enough strength to swim.
Thinking was essential. Every human, vampire, werewolf, angel and demon had ability to think. So, that meant that almost every living creature which walked on two legs had it. To have control over your own thoughts wasn't always that easy. Blocking them tended to be even painful from time to time. Only proved way to block your mind from thinking was either getting drunk or high. There were people who thought that his own mind didn't work. Seeing all things he was doing, remembering them later, he couldn't blame them. He was mad man. Well, not really. But some of those already mentioned actions made them believe that he was. In truth, he was misunderstood. Strength, yes, he had it but in moments it was fading. Solving ten problems in the same time was impossible. One by one was the right way. Priorities, list of them, had to exist. But he had troubles with sorting it out. How was he able to have priorities when every single problem seemed to be biggest? And then he would simply quit. Forget all those promises he made to himself and grab nearest bottle. One by one, drinks would disappear. And that was it, it was all blown away. He didn't know what he was doing wrong. Or was the problem in him. Was it possible that it really was him every single time? If he could say he believed in faith, he would. But he didn't. If it really existed, he'd find a way how to end this and find a way out by now. No, it didn't exist. He was on his own. Creating his way, making steps someone else would maybe follow later.
Typical love story. Yeah, he had been forced to sit out and watch couple of those insanely romantic movies which made all girls smile like lunatics. Princes under disguise. Popping out on every single corner. This wasn't real. Guys like those didn't exist. There was no possible way they believed in that, was it? That's what you get when you have half dozen friends who are girls. One of them would just pop out on his doors, holding a dvd box in her hands, claiming that she has new movie he just has to see. First five minutes of the movie were always enough for him to realize. But by then, it would be too late. These movies were making them happy and if that meant that he has to suffer, it was a small price. Those things weren't typical love stories. They were modern fairy tales. Too caught up in his own mind games he didn't realize that he did get his love story. He was sharing it with this amazing girl. She was making all this possible, making him believe. Maybe he was getting ahead of himself but he wasn't able to help it. Again, it was too late. They were moving so fast. As it seemed, just moments ago they were sitting there, talking about all new things that happened, whispering words of love. Arms were wrapped around each other, offering comfort, safety. One kiss, unlike any other, changed everything. If this was just a game, he didn't want to know it, let alone it's name. It was so easy to love her. He found it impossible not to. The way her arms were tightening around his shoulders was another boost. Her body was speaking for her, it was telling him that he was kissing and touching all the right places. She became the air he was breathing, he was able to feel her presence, she was there with him wherever he went. If he wouldn't be able to be the one who would hold her, he seriously thought that he wouldn't be able to live. He looked up at her, straight in her eyes right as she started helping him. In her eyes, he saw himself. It was completely unlike looking at a mirror. He didn't completely look like himself anymore. His eyes especially. They turned dark and it almost looked like there were flames in them. No one but her ever managed to make him look or feel like this. Only she was able to make his mind stop. And this was it. Exactly what he wanted. This was his heaven.
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Post by christa gennifer von ness on Feb 24, 2008 16:48:49 GMT -5
&& miss christa von ness . time stands still for her.[/font][/right] tags }} darren hazard status }} incomplete » « [complete] word count }} 1,066words chat }} man, what is it with these godzilla posts? unusually long. attire }} bra&&panties____________________________________________________ What was it with romance movies that girls liked so much? Christa wasn't an exception either, except for the fact that she preferred romantic comedies, but those probably fell under the romances category anyways. They were all almost predictable. Yes, they were satisfying for the female population, but they weren't very likely. The guy that the girl likes is struck by love at first sight and has to know about her. Or, they start out as enemies and fall in love unconciously. Stupid, right? Because in life, life's what you make it. You had to actually do something notable to catch another's attention. And, for the most part, high school kids didn't randomly pick each other up at a bar or a party. Most of the time, they met through school, church, work, something like that. In real life, most guys didn't ask a girl out just because she was pretty. Okay, taking that back, guys worthy of keeping didn't, no matter how cute they were. In other's people's lives, in a movie character's lives, but not in a quiet school girl's. Getting a guy by living in the shadows was like hooking a shark with half of a worm. But, strangely enough, through the superficial lives of movie characters, every girl had a dreamlike response to it. You get two feelings. One is the strange tingling feeling after seeing something sweet. You wish terribly that it would happen to you. You long for a guy to be sweet like him, be charming like him, be funny like him, be hot like him. The other feeling is a pathetic one. Deep down inside, you know that that exact scenario will never happen to you, yet you also realize that you don't want it to. How corny is a guy that copies off of movies? Immensely. You would want a guy that was original, that thought up his own romantic gestures and words. Ultimately, that's what it comes up to, living and making your own fairytale.
Darren did it again. He stared piercingly at her. Three things happened. First and foremost, her insides turned into goo. Lifeless moldable goo in his hands. He could do anything to her, and he probably knew it. She always wondered what he was thinking when things like this happened. Hell, she wondered what he thought of her every minute of every hour of every day of every week. Before today, she'd always knew that he cared for her, but to what extent she was never sure. She always did things to try and make him like her more, and sometimes she forgot to be herself. At times like those, she scolded herself for changing who she was for a boy, but she loved him so. Sounds corny for sure, but Christa was always a somewhat old fashioned girl dressed in the latest trends. After today though, there wasn't even any doubt in her mind that he did love her back. The way he touched her, a mix between desire and lust and fear of breaking her, which was unlikely, spoke novels. The way he kissed her, tender yet passionately, wildly yet meaningfully, was more expressive than any amount of words could offer. The second thing was the look and gleam in his eyes. They had turned dark with a glowing center almost. Eyes were the windows to the soul, as often said. Was there a flame within him? A flame so raging that it showed through his eyes? It sparked her curiousity immediately, and she couldn't help but breathe in sharply. There was another feeling mixed in with curiousity. It wasn't fear, and it wasn't joy, but rather a mixture of sorts. This piqued her next thoughts. What was she like? Was she like this? She searched in his eyes for her reflection, but she was so entranced by the sight of his and she couldn't focus long enough to see herself in them.
So what if you were living your fairytale? Was it right to think so? It certainly felt like she was living a movie, not excluding it's small bumps and bruises. Every movie had a ulterior plot line that it followed, no matter how vaguely. Where was hers going? Was it going to have a dramatic climax or downfall? She silently scoffed at that idea. Drama was just not her thing. She tried to avoid it at all costs. Life just wasn't worth it. Christa tried to laugh most things off, and she'd learned to let them bounce off harmlessly. You could be anything you wanted to be. Some kids tried to hard to be cool. Life was too short to be cool. Be happy, be silly, be sad, be angry, throw things, jump for joy, smile, laugh, run, scream, be spontaneous, be crazy, take risks. Being cool and popular wouldn't earn you a lifetime acheivement award. Nope, you had to work hard, be passionate, and love what you do. That way, no matter whatever you choose to pursue, you'd always be successful. What if Christa's path was with Darren? Ever since she was a little girl, she vowed she'd be a crazy old single grandma, rocking the nursing homes in a hot pink wheelchair. That was before she learned that she would basically live forever. But, nevertheless, settling down and getting married was never on her mind, never her goal. But, these past few months with Darren was starting to change her mind. She often caught herself imagining a lifetime commitment with him. Standing beside him always, whether the times be good or bad. Christa had the slightest wandering eye, and she occasionally wondered if she'd be faithful. Of course, if he always acted like this, that'd be no problem. Smiling down at him, she wiggled out of those jeans and kicked them somewhere. Hard to pinpoint an exact location, but by then, who cared? Pulling his face back up to meet hers, she had to satisfy the craving of the feel of his lips massaging hers. Hovering right in front of his face so that their lips were touching, but barely, she half teased him and half teased herself. Wrapping her arms around him, she indulged herself and her lips once again crashed onto his. She pressed her body upward against his, relishing the sensations that tingled through her body where bare skin met skin.
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