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Welcome To The New Age
(title inspired by the song Radioactive by Imagine Dragon.)
(title inspired by the song Radioactive by Imagine Dragon.)
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of monsters and men: little talks.
YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW MUCH I LOVE POSTING DYL SETS AND STORIES GAHG
okay so this is a build up to drama. just so you know, guys.
so, for now it's just a filler.
also, i'm trying a new layout. idk what i think of it yet. inspired by the amazinngtalentedmakesmejelly @mclovinn
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October 20th, 2012:
________________
The TV is on,
I am sat on the sofa,
and I am watching it.
But really I'm not.
Really,
all I was seeing was an old re-run,
flashing about the screen.
My attention and mindset
somewhere completely different.
I was ill.
At least that's what Ash would tell people.
He'd even tell me,
"You'll get better soon. It's just stress."
Both of those statements were wrong.
One,
getting better wasn't on the horizon.
And.
Two,
this was more than stress.
It was beyond that now.
It was everything.
From Ivy's death, to Chris's death,
to Brent,
to my parents...
I hadn't eaten much more than a handful of grapes in weeks.
Nightmares constantly invaded all sense of sleeping.
I just wanted this to all stop.
I was bored of it.
All of it.
I was a seventeen year old girl,
who'd gone through more sh/it than a fifty year old drug dealing prostitute.
"Have you taken your pills?" Ash asks,
as he does everyday.
And I nod.
Solemnly.
As I do. Everyday.
I then receive a soft kiss on my forehead.
As if to say "well done, Dylan".
But I could see,
that this is killing Ash
just as much as it was killing me.
Burning away at the strong exterior he'd put up like acid.
The acid was me, though,
wasn't it?
In reality. I was killing us.
Me.
Him.
Even Ken.
Oh, Ken.
My darling brother.
I was putting him through this also.
And it hurt me so to know that.
Even the pills weren't helping me.
They didn't stop me thinking,
worrying.
Wasn't that what they were supposed to do?
I pull the blanket covering me closer,
so that I could disguise my face.
Ash would look over,
see that I was upset,
and then worry.
I didn't want him to worry.
All he did was worry.
And hurt.
"Dyl,"
"Mm."
"Wanna do something today?"
"Do I ever want to do something?"
I murmur into the blanket.
Ash chuckles.
"Like, always,"
He then jumps up and whips the blanket
straight out of my grip.
"No." I whine into the pillow.
But whether I wanted to
... or not ...
I was going.
"Where are we going?"
All we kept passing was tree's and greenery.
It was worrying.
"It's a surprise."
Ash kept repeating that.
I hated surprises, though.
Especially at eleven o'clock in the morning.
Especially on days like this.
We pull up at a small opening,
where in Coldgrove we where I wasn't sure;
but all that surrounded us was tree's.
Usually I'd find that intriguing,
today I'd much rather intrigue myself
with the sofa.
"Let's go." Ash commands.
He climbs out of the car and opens my door,
practically dragging me out to standing.
The air is chilly. It always was during the Autumn months.
I pull my sweater closer to me.
Thanking myself that I chose flats as we begin our trudge through the mud and into the forest of golden yellows and burnt oranges.
Reminding me how much I loved Autumn.
"It's pretty out here."
I murmur to no one in particular,
and then hitch myself to Ash's arm.
He swings an arm around my shoulder;
without a care.
"Just like you."
I blush.
Compliments I'd always hated.
They made me giddy and vulnerable.
"But you /are/ beautiful, Dylan." And he says it,
with such meaning that it scares me.
And I reply,
"No. No I am not."
He simply shakes his head,
in disappointment,
then
he kisses my forehead.
"This way." He guides me.
Through a dark, eerie set of trees,
into the early morning mist.
All there is before us is a tree.
Plotted in the middle of an outstretch of grass.
"This is our tree."
I watch as Ash runs up to it,
grinning like a child.
He looked happy.
I giggle. "But it's just a tree."
I say and skip over to him and the tree.
"Oh no." Ash frowns. "No it's not."
I raise a brow.
"It is our tree, Miss Richards,
therefore it is so much more."
Then, he digs into his rucksack, and pulls out a pocket knife.
At first I wonder what's going on,
but then I realize.
Ash begins to carve into bark an 'A'.
The veins in his arms bulging
as he put all he had
into those first letters.
He was carving a heart now.
The symbol for all things love.
For what was supposedly our relationship.
But, to me, the tree fit perfectly.
That was our symbol.
And I couldn't think of anything better.
"Let me try," I mumble,
wrapping my own hand around Ash's-
and we carved my initials then.
Together.
"Look,"
Ash pulls me close.
"It's perfect."
We admire our creation for a while,
I smile the whole time we do so,
feeling more happy than I had in a long time.
As my head rested in the curve of Ash's shoulder,
I clutched onto his checkered shirt,
and I breathed in his scent.
It was him...
and without him, I wouldn't be me.
He was the missing piece.
"I know we're too young to talk about forever, Ash.
But right now, this is what we feel like to me.
Forever. It's what I want us to be."
He inhales sharply.
Turning me around so that he can clutch my face,
and kiss me.
The first real kiss we'd had in a while.
Where I had to force myself onto my tip-toes,
like when I danced.
It hurt doing it, but I lived off of the feeling-
I adored it.
"I'm sorry that you're girlfriend is fu/cked up,"
I whisper against his cheek, smirking sickeningly.
He pulls me so that we're eye to eye.
He looks angry-
at me?
"People are messed up in this world.
Okay. But I'd rather be with someone...
so, so screwed up, and open about it,
than somebody perfect
and ready to explode."
He kisses me swiftly again.
"I'd rather be with you,
than anyone at all."
I whisper proudly.
Never meaning one sentence so much in my life.
x dyl
YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW MUCH I LOVE POSTING DYL SETS AND STORIES GAHG
okay so this is a build up to drama. just so you know, guys.
so, for now it's just a filler.
also, i'm trying a new layout. idk what i think of it yet. inspired by the amazinngtalentedmakesmejelly @mclovinn
dan-dyl-ions.tumblr.com
October 20th, 2012:
________________
The TV is on,
I am sat on the sofa,
and I am watching it.
But really I'm not.
Really,
all I was seeing was an old re-run,
flashing about the screen.
My attention and mindset
somewhere completely different.
I was ill.
At least that's what Ash would tell people.
He'd even tell me,
"You'll get better soon. It's just stress."
Both of those statements were wrong.
One,
getting better wasn't on the horizon.
And.
Two,
this was more than stress.
It was beyond that now.
It was everything.
From Ivy's death, to Chris's death,
to Brent,
to my parents...
I hadn't eaten much more than a handful of grapes in weeks.
Nightmares constantly invaded all sense of sleeping.
I just wanted this to all stop.
I was bored of it.
All of it.
I was a seventeen year old girl,
who'd gone through more sh/it than a fifty year old drug dealing prostitute.
"Have you taken your pills?" Ash asks,
as he does everyday.
And I nod.
Solemnly.
As I do. Everyday.
I then receive a soft kiss on my forehead.
As if to say "well done, Dylan".
But I could see,
that this is killing Ash
just as much as it was killing me.
Burning away at the strong exterior he'd put up like acid.
The acid was me, though,
wasn't it?
In reality. I was killing us.
Me.
Him.
Even Ken.
Oh, Ken.
My darling brother.
I was putting him through this also.
And it hurt me so to know that.
Even the pills weren't helping me.
They didn't stop me thinking,
worrying.
Wasn't that what they were supposed to do?
I pull the blanket covering me closer,
so that I could disguise my face.
Ash would look over,
see that I was upset,
and then worry.
I didn't want him to worry.
All he did was worry.
And hurt.
"Dyl,"
"Mm."
"Wanna do something today?"
"Do I ever want to do something?"
I murmur into the blanket.
Ash chuckles.
"Like, always,"
He then jumps up and whips the blanket
straight out of my grip.
"No." I whine into the pillow.
But whether I wanted to
... or not ...
I was going.
"Where are we going?"
All we kept passing was tree's and greenery.
It was worrying.
"It's a surprise."
Ash kept repeating that.
I hated surprises, though.
Especially at eleven o'clock in the morning.
Especially on days like this.
We pull up at a small opening,
where in Coldgrove we where I wasn't sure;
but all that surrounded us was tree's.
Usually I'd find that intriguing,
today I'd much rather intrigue myself
with the sofa.
"Let's go." Ash commands.
He climbs out of the car and opens my door,
practically dragging me out to standing.
The air is chilly. It always was during the Autumn months.
I pull my sweater closer to me.
Thanking myself that I chose flats as we begin our trudge through the mud and into the forest of golden yellows and burnt oranges.
Reminding me how much I loved Autumn.
"It's pretty out here."
I murmur to no one in particular,
and then hitch myself to Ash's arm.
He swings an arm around my shoulder;
without a care.
"Just like you."
I blush.
Compliments I'd always hated.
They made me giddy and vulnerable.
"But you /are/ beautiful, Dylan." And he says it,
with such meaning that it scares me.
And I reply,
"No. No I am not."
He simply shakes his head,
in disappointment,
then
he kisses my forehead.
"This way." He guides me.
Through a dark, eerie set of trees,
into the early morning mist.
All there is before us is a tree.
Plotted in the middle of an outstretch of grass.
"This is our tree."
I watch as Ash runs up to it,
grinning like a child.
He looked happy.
I giggle. "But it's just a tree."
I say and skip over to him and the tree.
"Oh no." Ash frowns. "No it's not."
I raise a brow.
"It is our tree, Miss Richards,
therefore it is so much more."
Then, he digs into his rucksack, and pulls out a pocket knife.
At first I wonder what's going on,
but then I realize.
Ash begins to carve into bark an 'A'.
The veins in his arms bulging
as he put all he had
into those first letters.
He was carving a heart now.
The symbol for all things love.
For what was supposedly our relationship.
But, to me, the tree fit perfectly.
That was our symbol.
And I couldn't think of anything better.
"Let me try," I mumble,
wrapping my own hand around Ash's-
and we carved my initials then.
Together.
"Look,"
Ash pulls me close.
"It's perfect."
We admire our creation for a while,
I smile the whole time we do so,
feeling more happy than I had in a long time.
As my head rested in the curve of Ash's shoulder,
I clutched onto his checkered shirt,
and I breathed in his scent.
It was him...
and without him, I wouldn't be me.
He was the missing piece.
"I know we're too young to talk about forever, Ash.
But right now, this is what we feel like to me.
Forever. It's what I want us to be."
He inhales sharply.
Turning me around so that he can clutch my face,
and kiss me.
The first real kiss we'd had in a while.
Where I had to force myself onto my tip-toes,
like when I danced.
It hurt doing it, but I lived off of the feeling-
I adored it.
"I'm sorry that you're girlfriend is fu/cked up,"
I whisper against his cheek, smirking sickeningly.
He pulls me so that we're eye to eye.
He looks angry-
at me?
"People are messed up in this world.
Okay. But I'd rather be with someone...
so, so screwed up, and open about it,
than somebody perfect
and ready to explode."
He kisses me swiftly again.
"I'd rather be with you,
than anyone at all."
I whisper proudly.
Never meaning one sentence so much in my life.
x dyl
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death cab for cutie: monday morning.
second story is up! hope I portrayed all your characters okay.
@the-wild-things @deercat @withlove-kirsten @curious-and-young
oct. 15th — poker game.
"Let's make this game a little more interesting..." Said one of the disgustingly tanned guys that shared our dorm.
Me and Carolina, who had accompanied me to the poker game and was sitting next to me attempting to teach me how to play it (and failing), exchanged a look of knowing. We'd heard that the guys were going to attempt to make the regular game of poker into strip poker, and that we weren't too excited about.
"And how would we do that?" Tallulah bites her tongue devilishly. She knew just as well as the rest of us what the guys had in mind, but of course she was excited about it.
The guys all began to suddenly grin at once. "Everyone here know how to play strip poker?" One of them confirms with a raised brow.
"No. Freaking. Way." Carolina says with such a serious expression all the guys stop chuckling. "I am so not in on this one."
Tallulah slaps her hands against the carpet beneath where she was sitting in excitement. "Come on Carolina! It'll be fun. Live a little, you know?"
The rest of the girls around us all shrugged and nodded. They had caved. Carolina on the other hand seemed to be quite stubborn on her part. I wasn't too sure. I glanced around at all the boys waiting anxiously for the pair of us to give in and agree to play. Should I? "Living a little" seemed to be something I hadn't done a lot of since being at WU.
"Yeah girls. Live a little." One of the guys smirks. I bite my lip in thought and notice two hauntingly familiar faces walk into the room. Jeremy and Lee — what a surprise. The pair seemed to be everywhere I was since school had started. Just coincidence? I was beginning to wonder.
"Okay." I blurt.
Tallulah and the group of guys —including Jer and Lee who were just about to take their place among the guys— all turn their gazes towards me.
"Really?" Tall grins.
I shrug and crack a smile. "Why not."
"Hell yeah." She giggles and pulls me into a side embrace from our sitting positions.
The guys begin to mumble to each other about the game rules and I can feel Jeremy's eyes burning into me. He was probably just as shocked that I was in on this as I was.
"You're clearly only doing this because /he's/ here." Carolina whispers into my ear.
I sigh. "Yes... partly. But mostly because I want to do something fun. Have a proper college experience and all."
"Okay..." She shrugs. "Well I'm only joining you so that you don't do anything stupid."
I smile at that and give her a swift nudge in the ribs. "Sure ya' are."
"Should we get started then ladies?" Lee asks challengingly. I take a long gulp of my beer, knowing I'd need some liquid courage to go through with this. Apart from Jeremy no one had seen me even half-naked. Except for my parents when I was a kid, of course. I'd never even wore a bikini out on hot days when we went swimming.
Lee dealt the cards and I got my game face on. I barely knew how to play the game but I was gonna try my hardest to stay in it. Mostly to keep my clothes on, yes. So far all I'd lost was my shoes and my jacket, the same with Carolina. Tallulah, on the other hand, is sitting quite comfortably in her bra and shorts.
I looked at my cards nervously, knowing that I'd soon have to fold therefore I'd have to lose my shirt. That I didn't want to do.
"Dammit," I hiss under my breath and throw my cards down onto the table. "I was on a role there."
Tal chuckles.
"This means you have to take your shirt off, you know." An unfamiliar guy pipes up. Jeremy gives him quite the frightening look. The thought of someone else taking pleasure in looking at me half-naked probably didn't please him at all. It didn't please me either really.
I groan. "Can't I just..."
"Nope. We all had to do it, Row. Just... do it."
I stick my tongue out at Tal who I knew was right and exchanged an anxious look with Carolina who looked less than pleased. "Okay, okay. I'm going to do it."
A chorus of cheers and wolf whistles come from the group of guys and it makes me giggle a bit. Mostly from nerves. I wanted to do this to prove to myself I wasn't such a pu.ssy, and to prove to Jer that I was a different girl to who he'd once dated. I wasn't but he didn't have to know that.
I chew on my lip as I undo the buttons on my blouse, until finally it falls off my bony shoulders and to the floor beneath me. Leaving me in my black laced bra, for everyone to see. At first it seemed everyone was silent... but maybe that was just my imagination. The quiet music girl was playing strip poker and she had indeed stripped. Wow. Even I was in shock.
"Dahm Rowan." Is what seemed to break the silence. Leaving the whole room in stitches and my cheeks burning red. I catch Jeremy's eye for a moment but avoid them straight away, his look of shock making my cheeks flush even more. Even Lee, who hated me and I hated him back, seemed to be smirking at my boldness.
I couldn't really believe it myself.
//
Later on that night as I snuck into my room as quiet as possible, desperately trying not to wake Aurelia up, I felt a sense of accomplishment. I'd finally done something that gave me adrenaline and made me stick out from the crowd. I was on that first step to becoming someone more than just "Jeremy's ex girl". And until that night I hadn't realized how much I'd wanted that.
"How was the game?" Aurelia mumbled sleepily as I slipped into my bed.
I smiled to myself. "Different."
"Different is good."
As I drifted off to sleep I thought to myself that yes. Yes it was.
oct. 20th — huskies vs. oregon state game.
"I really don't understand football, Rels."
My roomate hands me the basket of nachos as she slips into her seat. "Well, I do. I'll keep you posted on what's going on."
With I sigh I take my place beside her and begin pigging out on the fast I'd bought to entertain myself throughout the game. The wind was irritating me, blowing my previously straight hair into a tangled mess, and giving me goosebumps depsite my cardigain. It didn't help that Jeremy played defense on the team and despite having to come across him several times I still didn't want to have to today.
The game surprisingly isn't that boring. It becomes quite intense at one point and luckily I'm able to understand everything that happens since Aurelia seemed to be quite the expert and had no trouble explaining the game to me. Plus, not even I could deny that the guys on the football team were /hot/.
The Huskies played pretty good, too.
Even though my attitude on going to watch the game was sour beforehand, by half-time time I was rooting for a win and excited for the rest of the season.
"Go wish him good luck for the second half." Daisy whispers to me from where she's sitting, the row behind.
I jump. "Daisy you scared me. What are you talking about, anyway?"
"Jeremy."
I sigh.
"What?! You miss him. It's obvious, despite how much you deny it."
I bite my lip. Daisy was right. There's a pause for a moment while I wonder if going to wish him good luck is such a bad idea. It wasn't.
"You think I should?" I ask, and then begin to bite my thumbnail.
"Yes she does! We all do." Relia suddenly intrudes.
I suppress and giggle and finally relent. "Fine," They cheer. "But only as a friend."
They both nod. "Of course." Daisy smirks.
With a sigh I slip out of my seat at the end of the row and skip down the stairs like a giddy school girl. I knew doing this would make Jeremy happy, and that made me happy.
Perhaps there was feelings there.
When I reach the pitch all the rest of the boys were in their locker room and Jer was talking to the coach. Probably about tactics or something.
"Mind if I steal him off you for a moment, coach?" I finally pluck up the courage to say.
Jeremy turns mid=covnersation to look at me and his brows knit. Coach looks excited. He was obviously shipping for us to get back together just as much as the whole student body were.
It was weird.
"Of course." The coach grins and slaps Jeremy on his broad back. He looks a little too happy, and Jer a little too shocked.
"Wow. So you're really talking to me, huh?"
I try laugh as we walk further onto the pitch a little, away from where the coach could hear us.
"Yes, I am. Don't act so surprised. I don't thoroughly hate you so why can't I?"
He shrugs. "You seemed to hate me the other night."
I remember the poker game. I tried to avoid eyesight with my ex as much as possible that night. And I basically stripped for him and all of his friends.
"Oh." Is all I can manage. "To be honest after that night I thought you'd be the one hating me."
He smiles; amused.
"Do you?"
He smirks. "Maybe..."
I exhale, putting my hands on my hips like a stern mother of some sort.
"Nah, I kid. You just surprised me. That... just isn't something you'd do."
I desperately try not to smile. I wanted him to think that. To think I'm not the same girl I was, doing the same things I did. I wanted him to know I was different now.
"Well, I did."
He cracks another smile. "You did indeed."
And then there it was. That moment that we used to call "ours". Where we'd both simply smile at each other for a moment, taking in the presence of both of us.
"So why did you really come to see me, Row?"
I wrap my arms around myself as a strong wind passes us. "You were playing good first half, I just wanted to wish you luck for the second."
"You don't even get football..."
I smirk. "Rels pretty much explained the whole match to me." I shrug.
Jer chuckles. "Oh, well, thanks, Rowan. Means a lot."
I smile.
"Hopefully you'll congratulate me if we do win."
I shrug again. "Hopefully."
Then the coach calls over Jeremy to prep for the second half and we say our good-byes. As I walk away I finally let loose the grin I'd been trying conceal the whole time him and I were in conversation.
It was so natural the way he made me happy. Yet so easily I felt out-of-place in his world. Despite how much he tried to make me feel comfortable.
During the second half I wouldn't once take my eyes off of Jeremy. Especially when he threw the winning shot. And surprisingly I found myself running down the stairs and flying straight into arms as soon as I'd realized that The Huskie's had won.
"The best congratulations I've ever had." Jer whispered into my hair as he held me way above the ground with his strong arms.
And I knew he meant it.
//
sorry if any of the football stuff didn't make sense. american football is SO different to english football, it's crazy
AND AND
i know rowans feels towards jer are kind of all over the place and they will be for the next couple of stories
BUT i'm planning to write a flashback story on how the pair met soon to help you guys a little on their relationship a little. but all should become understandable soon enough c:
second story is up! hope I portrayed all your characters okay.
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oct. 15th — poker game.
"Let's make this game a little more interesting..." Said one of the disgustingly tanned guys that shared our dorm.
Me and Carolina, who had accompanied me to the poker game and was sitting next to me attempting to teach me how to play it (and failing), exchanged a look of knowing. We'd heard that the guys were going to attempt to make the regular game of poker into strip poker, and that we weren't too excited about.
"And how would we do that?" Tallulah bites her tongue devilishly. She knew just as well as the rest of us what the guys had in mind, but of course she was excited about it.
The guys all began to suddenly grin at once. "Everyone here know how to play strip poker?" One of them confirms with a raised brow.
"No. Freaking. Way." Carolina says with such a serious expression all the guys stop chuckling. "I am so not in on this one."
Tallulah slaps her hands against the carpet beneath where she was sitting in excitement. "Come on Carolina! It'll be fun. Live a little, you know?"
The rest of the girls around us all shrugged and nodded. They had caved. Carolina on the other hand seemed to be quite stubborn on her part. I wasn't too sure. I glanced around at all the boys waiting anxiously for the pair of us to give in and agree to play. Should I? "Living a little" seemed to be something I hadn't done a lot of since being at WU.
"Yeah girls. Live a little." One of the guys smirks. I bite my lip in thought and notice two hauntingly familiar faces walk into the room. Jeremy and Lee — what a surprise. The pair seemed to be everywhere I was since school had started. Just coincidence? I was beginning to wonder.
"Okay." I blurt.
Tallulah and the group of guys —including Jer and Lee who were just about to take their place among the guys— all turn their gazes towards me.
"Really?" Tall grins.
I shrug and crack a smile. "Why not."
"Hell yeah." She giggles and pulls me into a side embrace from our sitting positions.
The guys begin to mumble to each other about the game rules and I can feel Jeremy's eyes burning into me. He was probably just as shocked that I was in on this as I was.
"You're clearly only doing this because /he's/ here." Carolina whispers into my ear.
I sigh. "Yes... partly. But mostly because I want to do something fun. Have a proper college experience and all."
"Okay..." She shrugs. "Well I'm only joining you so that you don't do anything stupid."
I smile at that and give her a swift nudge in the ribs. "Sure ya' are."
"Should we get started then ladies?" Lee asks challengingly. I take a long gulp of my beer, knowing I'd need some liquid courage to go through with this. Apart from Jeremy no one had seen me even half-naked. Except for my parents when I was a kid, of course. I'd never even wore a bikini out on hot days when we went swimming.
Lee dealt the cards and I got my game face on. I barely knew how to play the game but I was gonna try my hardest to stay in it. Mostly to keep my clothes on, yes. So far all I'd lost was my shoes and my jacket, the same with Carolina. Tallulah, on the other hand, is sitting quite comfortably in her bra and shorts.
I looked at my cards nervously, knowing that I'd soon have to fold therefore I'd have to lose my shirt. That I didn't want to do.
"Dammit," I hiss under my breath and throw my cards down onto the table. "I was on a role there."
Tal chuckles.
"This means you have to take your shirt off, you know." An unfamiliar guy pipes up. Jeremy gives him quite the frightening look. The thought of someone else taking pleasure in looking at me half-naked probably didn't please him at all. It didn't please me either really.
I groan. "Can't I just..."
"Nope. We all had to do it, Row. Just... do it."
I stick my tongue out at Tal who I knew was right and exchanged an anxious look with Carolina who looked less than pleased. "Okay, okay. I'm going to do it."
A chorus of cheers and wolf whistles come from the group of guys and it makes me giggle a bit. Mostly from nerves. I wanted to do this to prove to myself I wasn't such a pu.ssy, and to prove to Jer that I was a different girl to who he'd once dated. I wasn't but he didn't have to know that.
I chew on my lip as I undo the buttons on my blouse, until finally it falls off my bony shoulders and to the floor beneath me. Leaving me in my black laced bra, for everyone to see. At first it seemed everyone was silent... but maybe that was just my imagination. The quiet music girl was playing strip poker and she had indeed stripped. Wow. Even I was in shock.
"Dahm Rowan." Is what seemed to break the silence. Leaving the whole room in stitches and my cheeks burning red. I catch Jeremy's eye for a moment but avoid them straight away, his look of shock making my cheeks flush even more. Even Lee, who hated me and I hated him back, seemed to be smirking at my boldness.
I couldn't really believe it myself.
//
Later on that night as I snuck into my room as quiet as possible, desperately trying not to wake Aurelia up, I felt a sense of accomplishment. I'd finally done something that gave me adrenaline and made me stick out from the crowd. I was on that first step to becoming someone more than just "Jeremy's ex girl". And until that night I hadn't realized how much I'd wanted that.
"How was the game?" Aurelia mumbled sleepily as I slipped into my bed.
I smiled to myself. "Different."
"Different is good."
As I drifted off to sleep I thought to myself that yes. Yes it was.
oct. 20th — huskies vs. oregon state game.
"I really don't understand football, Rels."
My roomate hands me the basket of nachos as she slips into her seat. "Well, I do. I'll keep you posted on what's going on."
With I sigh I take my place beside her and begin pigging out on the fast I'd bought to entertain myself throughout the game. The wind was irritating me, blowing my previously straight hair into a tangled mess, and giving me goosebumps depsite my cardigain. It didn't help that Jeremy played defense on the team and despite having to come across him several times I still didn't want to have to today.
The game surprisingly isn't that boring. It becomes quite intense at one point and luckily I'm able to understand everything that happens since Aurelia seemed to be quite the expert and had no trouble explaining the game to me. Plus, not even I could deny that the guys on the football team were /hot/.
The Huskies played pretty good, too.
Even though my attitude on going to watch the game was sour beforehand, by half-time time I was rooting for a win and excited for the rest of the season.
"Go wish him good luck for the second half." Daisy whispers to me from where she's sitting, the row behind.
I jump. "Daisy you scared me. What are you talking about, anyway?"
"Jeremy."
I sigh.
"What?! You miss him. It's obvious, despite how much you deny it."
I bite my lip. Daisy was right. There's a pause for a moment while I wonder if going to wish him good luck is such a bad idea. It wasn't.
"You think I should?" I ask, and then begin to bite my thumbnail.
"Yes she does! We all do." Relia suddenly intrudes.
I suppress and giggle and finally relent. "Fine," They cheer. "But only as a friend."
They both nod. "Of course." Daisy smirks.
With a sigh I slip out of my seat at the end of the row and skip down the stairs like a giddy school girl. I knew doing this would make Jeremy happy, and that made me happy.
Perhaps there was feelings there.
When I reach the pitch all the rest of the boys were in their locker room and Jer was talking to the coach. Probably about tactics or something.
"Mind if I steal him off you for a moment, coach?" I finally pluck up the courage to say.
Jeremy turns mid=covnersation to look at me and his brows knit. Coach looks excited. He was obviously shipping for us to get back together just as much as the whole student body were.
It was weird.
"Of course." The coach grins and slaps Jeremy on his broad back. He looks a little too happy, and Jer a little too shocked.
"Wow. So you're really talking to me, huh?"
I try laugh as we walk further onto the pitch a little, away from where the coach could hear us.
"Yes, I am. Don't act so surprised. I don't thoroughly hate you so why can't I?"
He shrugs. "You seemed to hate me the other night."
I remember the poker game. I tried to avoid eyesight with my ex as much as possible that night. And I basically stripped for him and all of his friends.
"Oh." Is all I can manage. "To be honest after that night I thought you'd be the one hating me."
He smiles; amused.
"Do you?"
He smirks. "Maybe..."
I exhale, putting my hands on my hips like a stern mother of some sort.
"Nah, I kid. You just surprised me. That... just isn't something you'd do."
I desperately try not to smile. I wanted him to think that. To think I'm not the same girl I was, doing the same things I did. I wanted him to know I was different now.
"Well, I did."
He cracks another smile. "You did indeed."
And then there it was. That moment that we used to call "ours". Where we'd both simply smile at each other for a moment, taking in the presence of both of us.
"So why did you really come to see me, Row?"
I wrap my arms around myself as a strong wind passes us. "You were playing good first half, I just wanted to wish you luck for the second."
"You don't even get football..."
I smirk. "Rels pretty much explained the whole match to me." I shrug.
Jer chuckles. "Oh, well, thanks, Rowan. Means a lot."
I smile.
"Hopefully you'll congratulate me if we do win."
I shrug again. "Hopefully."
Then the coach calls over Jeremy to prep for the second half and we say our good-byes. As I walk away I finally let loose the grin I'd been trying conceal the whole time him and I were in conversation.
It was so natural the way he made me happy. Yet so easily I felt out-of-place in his world. Despite how much he tried to make me feel comfortable.
During the second half I wouldn't once take my eyes off of Jeremy. Especially when he threw the winning shot. And surprisingly I found myself running down the stairs and flying straight into arms as soon as I'd realized that The Huskie's had won.
"The best congratulations I've ever had." Jer whispered into my hair as he held me way above the ground with his strong arms.
And I knew he meant it.
//
sorry if any of the football stuff didn't make sense. american football is SO different to english football, it's crazy
AND AND
i know rowans feels towards jer are kind of all over the place and they will be for the next couple of stories
BUT i'm planning to write a flashback story on how the pair met soon to help you guys a little on their relationship a little. but all should become understandable soon enough c:
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marina and the diamonds: home wrecker.
this set is kind of a mess but it's mainly for me.
i always forget stuff about my character sooo yep... now i won't, haha
i'm also really excited for this!!!
i actually have a storyline planned which is a change so excitement is the word c:
ALSO OMG JESSE IS A BI/TCH BUT SHE STILL NEEDS FRIENDS. COMMENTTTT.
//
Name: Jessica "Jesse" St. James
Age: 21
Neighborhood: Tribeca
School: Apparently doesn't need one
Background: A vixen. A cocky, vulnerable vixen. With street smarts, a heart made of stone and an angelic face that could fool just about anyone it's no wonder Jesse has been able to ski through life without /too/ much of a problem. She dropped out of high school at a young age, left her hometown somewhere in Ohio and headed for the Big Apple. Where her dreams of becoming a movie star would supposedly become reality. Until then, she works three jobs and claims school isn't needed as her talent is already perfected. We know it's really because she can't afford to think any differently. Jesse is feisty, guarded and trashy as he//, but the best thing of all? She doesn't give a dahm. At least so it seems.
Job: Works nights at a strip club doing bar work
Likes: male attention, cheap wine, leather, the city at night, old movies, sushi, ankle boots, chipped nail polish, coffee, the idea of fame, red lipstick and guitars
Model: Ashley Olsen
Relationships;
/ No involvement with her family since running away /
Tori Freeman. 20.
[Best friend / Roomie / Co-worker]
Tori is the first girl to befriend Jesse when she arrived in New York all scared and lonely. She worked at a cute little bistro downtown purely so she could pay the rent of the loft she lived in above it. Immediately she took Jesse in with a promise to help out with the bills each week, and Jesse did just that. Tori has lived in New York her whole life and uses being a "free spirit" as an excuse to be a total party girl with a habit for bringing one too many guys home. Her mouth is a little bit too big at times and that, for the most part, is the reason her and Jesse get along just fine.
VALERIJA SESTIC
Emily Moon.
[Best friend]
@iwearoxfords
Miss Sanquera. 60-something.
[Employer / Land lady]
She's Mexican, she's feisty and she's gotten to know Jess and Tor very well after their many rent issues.
FINDING A MODEL IS TOO MUCH FOR MY LAZY BRAIN
Leo Freeman. 23.
[The fling / bad boy / Tori's brother]
Hot, reckless, Tori's younger brother... oh, and he just happens to have a shocker of a past with Jesse. It all started on one wild night out, the pair stumbled upon each other and in their utter madness and practically fell into each others arms. It was all leather and lipstick, trust me. Once Jess had realized he was Tori's older brother she began to ignore him. They both try and act as though thy despise each other but they're both messed up. Messed up and completely addicted to each other.
AARON JOHNSON
Jacob "Jake" Ulman. 21.
[The college boy]
With a British socialite for a mother and a director for a father it's pretty much the cliché rich boy story here. He's in college studying music as he pretty much amazing with a guitar and, yes, he's hot. Sickeningly hot, in fact. But despite his background, status and money, he's a just a little different. He's just a little hopeless. That is until him and Jesse meet, which of course hasn't happened yet. Things change then.
SEAN O'PRY
THINGS TO KNOW ABOUT JESSE:
- jesse is a hot mess
- she's trashy, outspoken and self-assured but it's all just a front
- mention her family or life back home and you die
- her style is a little edgy, a little grungy and occasionally classy
- she has a habit of drinking and smoking too much
- she pretty much hates everyone she isn't close to
okay so that's about it. for now.
heheheh
this set is kind of a mess but it's mainly for me.
i always forget stuff about my character sooo yep... now i won't, haha
i'm also really excited for this!!!
i actually have a storyline planned which is a change so excitement is the word c:
ALSO OMG JESSE IS A BI/TCH BUT SHE STILL NEEDS FRIENDS. COMMENTTTT.
//
Name: Jessica "Jesse" St. James
Age: 21
Neighborhood: Tribeca
School: Apparently doesn't need one
Background: A vixen. A cocky, vulnerable vixen. With street smarts, a heart made of stone and an angelic face that could fool just about anyone it's no wonder Jesse has been able to ski through life without /too/ much of a problem. She dropped out of high school at a young age, left her hometown somewhere in Ohio and headed for the Big Apple. Where her dreams of becoming a movie star would supposedly become reality. Until then, she works three jobs and claims school isn't needed as her talent is already perfected. We know it's really because she can't afford to think any differently. Jesse is feisty, guarded and trashy as he//, but the best thing of all? She doesn't give a dahm. At least so it seems.
Job: Works nights at a strip club doing bar work
Likes: male attention, cheap wine, leather, the city at night, old movies, sushi, ankle boots, chipped nail polish, coffee, the idea of fame, red lipstick and guitars
Model: Ashley Olsen
Relationships;
/ No involvement with her family since running away /
Tori Freeman. 20.
[Best friend / Roomie / Co-worker]
Tori is the first girl to befriend Jesse when she arrived in New York all scared and lonely. She worked at a cute little bistro downtown purely so she could pay the rent of the loft she lived in above it. Immediately she took Jesse in with a promise to help out with the bills each week, and Jesse did just that. Tori has lived in New York her whole life and uses being a "free spirit" as an excuse to be a total party girl with a habit for bringing one too many guys home. Her mouth is a little bit too big at times and that, for the most part, is the reason her and Jesse get along just fine.
VALERIJA SESTIC
Emily Moon.
[Best friend]
@iwearoxfords
Miss Sanquera. 60-something.
[Employer / Land lady]
She's Mexican, she's feisty and she's gotten to know Jess and Tor very well after their many rent issues.
FINDING A MODEL IS TOO MUCH FOR MY LAZY BRAIN
Leo Freeman. 23.
[The fling / bad boy / Tori's brother]
Hot, reckless, Tori's younger brother... oh, and he just happens to have a shocker of a past with Jesse. It all started on one wild night out, the pair stumbled upon each other and in their utter madness and practically fell into each others arms. It was all leather and lipstick, trust me. Once Jess had realized he was Tori's older brother she began to ignore him. They both try and act as though thy despise each other but they're both messed up. Messed up and completely addicted to each other.
AARON JOHNSON
Jacob "Jake" Ulman. 21.
[The college boy]
With a British socialite for a mother and a director for a father it's pretty much the cliché rich boy story here. He's in college studying music as he pretty much amazing with a guitar and, yes, he's hot. Sickeningly hot, in fact. But despite his background, status and money, he's a just a little different. He's just a little hopeless. That is until him and Jesse meet, which of course hasn't happened yet. Things change then.
SEAN O'PRY
THINGS TO KNOW ABOUT JESSE:
- jesse is a hot mess
- she's trashy, outspoken and self-assured but it's all just a front
- mention her family or life back home and you die
- her style is a little edgy, a little grungy and occasionally classy
- she has a habit of drinking and smoking too much
- she pretty much hates everyone she isn't close to
okay so that's about it. for now.
heheheh
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