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Post by leo on Nov 3, 2012 0:08:57 GMT -5
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That's where I've been and nothing's changed. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Two months. He had been gone for two months. He hadn't left with much of an explanation, nothing more than a "I need to get out of here". The opportunity had been right there and Leo was always the type to make split second decisions. He went with his instincts, with his gut feeling, and at that time, he knew that if he didn't accept this trip, he'd be regretting that decision for the rest of his life. He was always the wanderer, always the kind to do something that others would deem as crazy. It was why he had so many broken bones under his belt. While this trip help little to no thread to his physical being, it was still risky. Especially considering he was about as broke as they came and he'd be leaving behind his job at the shop, which wasn't really something that he could afford. However, upon his return, the mechanics had accepted him back with open arms, which actually surprised him. Now, he hoped and prayed that his best friend would welcome him back with open arms as well.
Things between Marley and him weren't bad when he left, or so he believed. But Leo wasn't always the most aware person when it came to other's feelings. It had gotten him the title of asshole in high school, which really wasn't something that he cared much about. He was there to graduate and nothing more. He didn't need friends, he didn't need to be a part of the popular group. The truth was, the jocks had hated him until he got himself involved with the soccer team and showed them all that the regular Joe was capable of athleticism. It was the one thing that he had done to get his father off of his case about what he did during his high school days. While he hadn't been the captain, he was certainly a valuable player. But his heart wasn't in it and that was obvious to anyone who watched him play. While he did well, he never enjoyed it. He never left the field with a smile on his face, even when they won, even when he scored a goal. He never celebrated with the team, he never got involved in anything other than the practices and the games and the mandatory events. He didn't want to.
He didn't know how many times he had to prove to everyone that he was not a team player. He had his close circle of friends and that was fine with him. His father, forever the military educator, tried to ingrain within his son's mind that he would need a team, that he needed to learn to rely on the others around him. It was why he wanted him to start play on the soccer team in the first place. He thought it would teach him valuable group ethics, but he was sorely mistaken. It just made Leo hate people even more.
The one person he seemed to be able to stand in high school was Marley. He truly couldn't even remember how they had met, but they couldn't be more different. She was soft and gentle and innocent, and he was more of an enigma. He had been involved in drugs and alcohol and she had bailed him out of more questionable situations than he wanted to remember. The danger he put her in sometimes was something that he would never forgive himself for, but it had never strained their friendship. If anything, it had made them closer. Leo loved talking to her and he had missed her more than he thought possible while he was gone for these two months. That's why he wanted to surprise her. He wanted to make his return special, but not for himself. For her. He was determined to take her out tonight to their familiar meeting places. It would be just like old times. He needed the distraction, he needed his Marley.
He parked his jet black motorcycle at the visitor's parking lot so he wouldn't raise any suspicion. And to further help his cause, he had managed to find a UPS delivery man's uniform so he could gain entry into the building. This way they wouldn't question him as much. Heading to the main entrance, he was glad to see that a girl was hurrying out of it. Sprinting forward, he caught the door before it closed, sneaking into the building as if this was some forbidden mission. No one seemed to be around so Leo crept quietly to the stairs, not wanting to put himself in the elevator in case he attracted unwanted attention. Getting to Marley's floor, he found her dorm room door and smiled to himself. Adjusting his cap so she wouldn't be able to see his face through her peephole, but she could read the UPS logo, he knocked rather loudly, violently even, probably scaring whoever was in the room. Trying his best not to laugh, he spoke up in a gruff, demanding voice. "I gotta delivery for a Ms. Marley Kaine. Open up. I need yer signature."
He waited impatiently now, fully expecting to pull her into his arms in a bear hug that her tiny body wouldn't be able to escape. He was way too excited to see her. |
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Post by marley on Nov 4, 2012 20:00:31 GMT -5
[style=background: #202020; font-family: georgia; font-size: 8pt; color: #d8d7e4; text-align: left; letter-spacing: 2px; width: 390px; padding: 5px; margin-bottom: -3px; text-transform: uppercase;]ahhhh, you're my best friend [/style][style=background-color: #262626; width: 390px; padding: 5px; font-family: arial; font-size: 11px; text-transform: lowercase; color: #565656;text-align: justify;]Climbing lithely out of the shower, Marley toweled off her hair and sighed as the steam rolled off of her slender, tanned body. She had her dorm room all to herself this week thanks to the fact her roommate was traveling to visit her family. Because Marley's family lived close, she never got to go anywhere, but she didn't mind much. Thinking about traveling, at least lately, made her feel oddly sad and she missed her best friend Leo. It had only been two months, but so much had happened in that time. She could only imagine what'd he'd experienced in that time. She also knew him well enough to imagine that he'd probably picked up who knew how many sexually transmitted diseases sleeping with women across the world.
Giggling to herself at the thought, she wrapped the towel around her chest and tucked it in. Prancing out of the bathroom as the steam poured out of the small room and into the hallway, she ducked around the corner and turned on the radio. If she was going to be alone, she wanted to listen to her music for a change. She instantly recognized "Call Me Maybe" and nodded her head approvingly as the song started. Digging the first comfortable shirt she found out of her dresser, she swiftly yanked the towel free and pulled her shirt on over her head where it rested, wide-set on her slender shoulders. Grabbing her favorite underwear - black boy shorts with one sparkly white snowflake drawn on the front of her right hip - she slid them on over her hips and danced into the living room.
Turning up the radio as the verse built into the first chorus, she smiled to herself and began singing along to the music. Turning it up even louder, she began dancing back and forth, spinning so her damp, light brown hair sprayed water around the room. Grabbing an empty vase left over from some flowers her roommate had received from some random one night stand, she began shaking her hips and singing loudly: "And all the other boys try to save me... but here's my number so call me maybe."
She was so wrapped up in dancing, running up the couch and back down again, she jumped in surprise when she heard a stern knock on the door. Gasping and holding a hand to her chest, she turned toward the door and dropped the vase on the couch in surprise (thankfully it didn't break). She heard the muffled male voice on the other side of the door, and her wariness rose instantly. UPS men didn't deliver this late. She grabbed the first weapon she could find, and not thinking about the fact she was dressed in nothing but a drop-shoulder tee shirt and black boy short underwear, she crept stealthily to the door. When she rose onto her tip toes to look out the peephole, all she could see was a brown UPS hat, and she cursed inwardly. She had no idea who this person was, and the only thing going through her mind was that it must be some sort of serial rapist.
Flinging open the door, she hit the man over the head with her 'weapon', a yellow and blue pompom which she realized wasn't exactly the best choice of defense, but she had no choice. As she smacked him in the face, sending his hat flying off of his head, she gasped in recognition as she realized she'd been beating up Leo. "Oh!" she breathed in surprise. Glancing up and down the hallway, she noticed a few doors beginning to open, and she grabbed Leo and yanked him into the dorm, shutting the door hastily behind her. Once the door was closed, she discarded the pompom and leapt toward him, draping her arms around his neck and kissing him on the cheek.
She didn't notice just how much he had changed during his trip until she pulled away from him and grabbed his hands, holding him at arms' length so she could see him. "Sorry about the pompom thing," she apologized jovially, "UPS doesn't deliver late around here." Shrugging nonchalantly, she smiled and took one of his hands, leading him further into the living room toward the couch. She was so comfortable around Leo, she didn't think to put on shorts as she led him innocently to the couch and pushed him down, crawling up beside him with her knees rested on his thigh. Expectantly, she watched him with a small grin on her bright face.
He'd tanned considerably during his trip, and the brown of his fake uniform accentuated that nicely. She supposed she'd always known he was attractive, but she'd never thought about it before. Leo was... Leo. He was her best friend, her Leo, and she'd never been self-conscious around him. She wasn't awkward with him, and she'd assumed he was like a brother she'd never had. However, as she examined his face, she realized he was good-looking, and she understood why so many girls always fell all over him. Shrugging the thought away, she gently slapped his knee and bounced where she sat against his side.
"Well? Tell me all about your trip! I missed you like crazy."
STARRING: LEO | LOCATION: BOSTON U | OUTFIT: YEP | NOTES: SHE TURNED OUT MORE QUIRKY THAN I INTENDED, AND I HAVE NO REGRETS | |
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Post by leo on Nov 5, 2012 21:41:00 GMT -5
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That's where I've been and nothing's changed. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - As the door flew open, he lifted his gaze, fully expecting her to recognize him and scream in her joy. However, that was not the reaction that he got. He braced himself as he saw the pom pom come flying for his face, trying to duck before it could cause too much damage. However, she was much too fast in her viciousness to take him out with her cheerleading accessory, and his eyes were pelted with the strips that made up the pom pom. "OW. MY EYES." Those things were sharp, and if used correctly, they could definitely leave some damage. He blinked wildly as his hat flew backwards off of his head, his eyes watering from the contact from the plastic strips. When she said oh, he didn't have much time to react because then she was pulling him inside of her dorm room, and that left Leo fearing for his life. He didn't know if this was Marley yet simply because he was temporarily blinded from his attacker's actions.
"It's ME. It's LEO! I'm here to see Marley!" He managed to stutter out before he was finally aware that the person in front of him was indeed his best friend. Relaxed now that he knew that it was her and not some crazy roommate out to get him, he let out a sigh of relief. "Fuck Marley. My eyes. It's okay, I didn't need to see your beautiful face anyway." He teased her openly, rubbing at his bloodshot eyes as he stood there in the middle of her living room. It was then that she leapt at him, his arms encircling her tiny waist quickly in order to catch her as she jumped up to kiss her cheek. She was definitely always energetic but he felt as if she had only increased in her hyper activity since his absence. Feeling temporarily overwhelmed for the time being, he managed to hug her before she was bouncing away and pulling him with her.
Stumbling because of the haste of the situation, he was pushed down on the couch and he remained there, blinking in surprise, but glad that he was sitting. It was then that he realized what she was dressed in, and he felt the heat flame to his tanned cheeks. He was glad for his darker color, for his tan hid the blush that was taking over his features as he tried his best not to stare at his best friend's attire. She was wearing a rather flimsy tee shirt, and he knew that she was clad only in a pair of underwear, boy shorts as she perched next to him, her legs resting on his thigh. He looked down automatically because of the extra added weight from her legs, hoping that it looked innocent enough. Yup. She was definitely attractive. He couldn't deny that now and he really wished he had been able to enjoy the view as she pulled him to the couch just moments before. Sighing in his disappointment, he suddenly mentally slapped himself. What was he thinking? This was his best friend. This was his Marley. There was nothing between them. Right? Right. They were just friends. He was silly to think of her in any other light.
But he was a young man. And he couldn't help but admire what was displayed right in front of him.
Marley had never had any modesty around him. Not usually. It was because of the relationship that they had. Just like he usually didn't have any modesty when he was around her. More often than not he would appear in front of her in just his boxers when they were younger and she was at his house. He was a guy, and that was normal, especially when he was around her. For some reason he had never thought twice about it, but now that he was dwelling on it he wondered if he'd be able to do that without feeling self-conscious. He didn't want to find out. Not particularly. But this uniform was slightly uncomfortable, and he knew that his best friend had some of his clothes laying around. She always stole from him. "Hey, Marls? You got any of my sweatpants or tee shirts? This thing is stifling." He complained, not thinking through to the conclusion of his surprise plan. Maybe then he would have seen pom poms flying at him. Never again would he underestimate the power of those things as a defensive weapon.
As she apologized to him, he waved it off, not really affected by the entire thing, except for his aching eyes. "It's alright, no worries. Who needs to see anyway?" He teased her, knowing that she would be a good sport about it because that was how their relationship was. Relaxing back against the couch, he glanced to her as she slapped his knee, trying to get a description of his trip out of him. Grinning happily, he started in on a brief explanation.
"It was great, really. One of the best experiences I've ever had. I'm so glad that I decided to go. The sites were amazing, and the girls...well. Let me just say my contact list has definitely increased."
He raised his eyebrows playfully, knowingly, having a feeling she figured he was out romancing girls on his trip. It was how he had survived some nights, for he hadn't been able to afford hostels or other places to stay. It was a nice exchange, and he certainly wasn't complaining. But he was glad to be home and he honestly couldn't be happier than he was right now, with Marley. Despite his confusion over how he felt about her, everything was alright in his world. |
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Post by marley on Nov 6, 2012 12:11:27 GMT -5
[style=background: #202020; font-family: georgia; font-size: 8pt; color: #d8d7e4; text-align: left; letter-spacing: 2px; width: 390px; padding: 5px; margin-bottom: -3px; text-transform: uppercase;]ahhhh, you're my best friend [/style][style=background-color: #262626; width: 390px; padding: 5px; font-family: arial; font-size: 11px; text-transform: lowercase; color: #565656;text-align: justify;]Marley giggled at his melodrama as he complained about his eye damage. "It wasn't that bad, you drama queen," she teased, dragging him inside and pushing him onto the couch. "I'm not beautiful anyway, and you know it." Pursing her lips and wrinkling her nose, she shook her head. Her hair was still damp, and she felt it run over her shoulders in cool lines wherever the tendrils touched her bare shoulders. Preoccupied by her hair, she pulled it up into a ponytail and twisted it tightly until it curled back in on itself. Pooling it up on her head, she grabbed a nearby pencil and speared it through her blond-streaked hair, holding the makeshift bun in place. She didn't notice his own preoccupation with her as she messed with her hair.
His question caught her attention, and she raised her eyebrows as she tried to remember if she still had any of his clothes. She enjoyed stealing his clothes because they were warm and fluffy and delicious. Plus, they smelled like him. Her sense of smell was very powerful, and familiar scents kept her grounded and made her happy. A mischievous smile spread over her petite face, and she sprung spryly from the couch, prancing toward her bedroom to retrieve what he asked for. "Just a second. I'm sure I can find something." If there was any other guy besides Leo sitting on her couch as she pranced away from him in nothing but a tee-shirt, she may have been self-conscious that she was in her underwear giving him an unheeded view of her shapely behind. Heck, she may have even swayed her hips a bit on purpose, but seeing as it was her best friend, she didn't think twice about it as she rounded the corner and entered her bedroom.
Digging into her dresser, she found a pair of sweatpants that belonged to him and she had to dig another couple of minutes to find a shirt. Finally, she was rewarded with a blue tee-shirt that still smelled enough like him to belong to him. A chill ran up her spine as the familiar scent of his soap and laundry detergent touched her nose, and she decided she should probably put some pants on. Laying his clothes on the bed, she dug into the drawer and withdrew another pair of sweatpants that were smaller in size and baby blue. She pulled the pile into her arms and left the room, sashaying into the living room with a small smile.
"Here you go," she announced, dropping his clothes in a pile in his lap and keeping her own sweats for herself. Bending, she slid one leg at a time into her pants and then settled herself on the couch where she'd been seated before he'd sent her on a mission to find his clothes. "You really should stop leaving clothes at my place when you leave, Leo. What will the neighbors think?" she teased, fixing him with a playfully chiding look.
He waved off her apology about assaulting him good-naturedly, teasing her in turn. She shoved his shoulder with a laugh, "Don't be so dramatic! It wasn't that bad, you drama queen." He really was even more dramatic than she was, and she was a girl for goodness' sake. The only time she could remember being on the verge of 'dramatic' was when she'd been picked on in elementary school for being a know-it-all. It was true, but it had upset her that people had poked fun at her. She'd run to Leo before anyone, in tears, and he'd told her never to be sorry for who she was. If she was a know-it-all (and he knew she was), then she should own it. Since then, her self-confidence had only grown, and she didn't care what other people thought about her. She did what she enjoyed, and she couldn't care less if anyone approved.
He didn't say he'd missed her too, but he didn't have to. She knew he had even as he joked about his contact list growing. She didn't doubt that it had; he was a good-looking young man, handsome in an effortless way with his brown eyes and tousled brown hair. His muscular physique only added to his physical appeal, and he had a golden tongue. She imagined he could talk the pants off of a nun if he wanted. The thought made her smile to herself as she laughed at his comments.
"As long as you didn't contract some sexually transmitted disease or something," she picked, wrinkling her nose in mock disgust. Leaning toward him so her hand braced her weight on his muscular forearm, she smiled and flicked his nose with her index finger. "Some girl may actually care about that one day, you know."
Being that close to him brought the smell of his cologne and skin into her nose, and it overwhelmed her with a spicy sensation. Blinking, she cleared her throat and sat back away from him, smiling to cover her sudden discombobulation. Something about that familiarity, tinted with the unknown, threw her brain for a loop and she had a hard time focusing. To get her mind off of her sudden wave of confusing feelings, she rose from the couch and found the tv remote. She didn't like dwelling on unpleasant things, or confusing things, and confusing things were unpleasant. So she'd rather blank out her mind with television.
"Have you even had a shower since you got back?" she asked, raising an eyebrow at him. She'd smelled travel on him, and she knew he hadn't, and she wondered why it suddenly sent an electrical current through her stomach at the idea that he would skip such a thing to see her before doing anything else. "Just take one here," she motioned toward her bathroom with a shrug. "I'll order a pizza and it'll be here by the time you get out. I probably have a pair of your underwear around here somewhere too for all I know." She stuck her tongue out at him playfully as the tv blazed to life. "Just dig through my dresser and find a pair. Your lazy butt probably left some here at some time." Shrugging, she flitted across the living room to the cordless phone and brought it with her as she went toward the couch and plopped down on it to watch whatever nonsense was on the History channel. STARRING: LEO | LOCATION: BOSTON U | OUTFIT: YEP | NOTES: OKAY, THIS IS GETTING PRETTY CUTE XD | |
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Post by leo on Nov 8, 2012 4:30:31 GMT -5
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That's where I've been and nothing's changed. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Leo was known for being dramatic. It was quite comical in all actuality, if one was to compare the two twins of the Shepherd family. Scout had a good head on her shoulders, except for when it came to falling for con artists, but she was twice the person that Leo was. That, and she had a back bone. While Leo wasn't one to back down from a fight, more like he was the one to start them, he did overreact in situations that allowed him to. He never overreacted in front of the guys, but when it came to situations that involved his sister or Marley, or both of them together, he let himself go. Truly. He was known for complaining about the most simplest of things, but they didn't seem to care for him any less. He was truly lucky with the two main girls in his life.
That's why he probably wasn't looking to settle down anytime soon. He wanted to play the field. He wanted to weigh his options, he wanted to see what was available to him. However, it was that familiar Shepherd family inability to settle down and commit with anyone. Scout wasn't doing a hell of a job with it either, but Leo was the only one who knew that or even understood it. Trying his best not to think of his sister at the moment, he knew that she was a strong young woman. She could take care of herself, and he knew that she'd be able to get out of any tough situation. She had made it onto the force with flying colors after all. He was just worried that her boyfriend would figure out her disguise, and that was something that neither of them wanted to think about. Her boyfriend had options, had the resources to take Scout out if he so chose. Drawing his brow together in consternation for a moment as he sat on the couch, he allowed himself to worry about his twin sister while Marley went off in search for his clothes.
He had simply brushed off her comments about him being a drama queen because that was normally what he did. She wouldn't see his behavior as off because this was simply who he was. He did know that he needed to put a smile on his face, and rather quickly, so that Marley didn't think that something was wrong with him. Taking a deep breath to settle himself, he exhaled softly, turning his gaze to the side as his best friend entered the room again with clothes of his tucked neatly under her arm. A small smile of gratitude worked its way onto Leo's face, but he was once again struck with the idea of how pretty Marley truly was.
But what was he thinking?
This was his Marls. His best friend. The only person that he truly had kept in contact with since high school. She could never be more than that to him because it just simply wasn't an option. They had a wonderful relationship, a wonderful friendship, and he simply didn't want to ruin that for her. It wouldn't be right. It wouldn't be fair. Besides, she knew his reputation. Although they were best friends, she still viewed him as a womanizer. She knew the truth to his wandering ways and he didn't think that she would think he could ever be loyal. While Leo did talk with her about a lot of things, there were still many things that he kept hidden. But she was a smart girl. She had to have noticed his problems with commitment. Even the short relationships he had had with girls in high school were things that pointed out his difficulty in staying with a relationship. It wasn't rocket science, and his ability to find the smallest thing wrong was uncanny and had a hidden reason behind it. But why was he thinking about that now? Because he wanted to imagine a relationship with Marley? That just didn't make sense to him.
His brown eyes remained unfocused as he watched her pull her sweatpants on, staring off into space as she got herself more comfortable at the same time as covering herself up. He didn't pay any mind to her actions because this was normal for them. Furrowing his brow once more, he blinked as she landed on the couch beside him once more, tossing the clothes at him as well. He put them to the side, knowing that it wasn't time for him to change just yet.
She was being playful with him, and he had to remind himself to be normal, to act normal. He plastered a smile on his face that seemed genuine, raising one eyebrow in response to her words. "As if I care what your prude neighbors think, Marls. Want me to go tell them that I'm here? I'm sure they'd be able to hear me yelling..." He speculated, pretending to move off of the couch to stand. However, he was pulled back down and he managed a laugh, knowing how to get her going because she was an easy victim. Their relationship was fun that way. Sighing dramatically, he gave her a look but settled into place beside her, resting his head on the back of her couch. Truth was, now that he was sitting, he was rather tired, and he stifled a yawn as he fought not to close his eyes. He was supposed to be spending time socializing with Marley, not falling asleep on her couch.
When she spoke up sexually transmitted diseases, and then flicked his nose, he turned to her with an intensely serious expression upon his handsome face. "Marley. That's why I came straight here. I contracted a rare STD and I only have a month to live. I want you to know that my contact list will only be trusted in your hands." He finished solemnly, doing his best not to smile as he confided in her. However, that didn't last very long, and the smile lit his face as he laughed gently, watching her for her reaction. Expecting a smack, he braced himself. "Of course I kid, I kid. Safe sex Marls. I listened in health class. Who do you take me for, a schmuck?" He asked her pleasantly, his brown eyes glinting with humor and mischief. Shaking his head, he focused on the television as she flicked it on, content to sit here with her and watch whatever program she put on. That is, until she told him that he smelled. In a nice way of course, but he was still "offended".
"Wow. My best friend. My best friend just told me that I smelled. After I've been gone for two months, and after I missed her like crazy, and after I brought her souvenirs, she tells me I smell. How dare she." He finished as seriously as he could, pushing himself up tiredly from the couch. As much of a stink as he made, a shower did sound really good right about now, and he had clothes here. And like she said, he could probably find underwear. Fixing her with a look, he stalked away. "Now you have to wait for your gifts. Sucks to be you, doesn't it?" He countered playfully, and then made his way into the bathroom. Locking the door behind him, he turned the shower up full blast, letting the steam fill the room as he laid the clothes he grabbed on the bathroom counter. Stripping himself of the uncomfortable UPS man uniform, he suddenly ducked into the shower, welcoming the warmth of the water to his aching muscles.
He took a relatively short shower, not wanting to waste her water. It lasted about ten minutes, and he was feeling refreshed and rejuvenated. And he smelled like Pantene and berries. Ugh, he smelt like a girl. She had to have planned that. How rude. Grabbing the towel he had found for himself, he toweled his hair dry for the most part, running his fingers through the messy locks. Going to the clothes pile, he realized he had forgotten to look for the pair of boxers. Huffing at his absent mind, he wrapped the towel firmly around his trim waist, his tan skin contrasting deeply with the starkness of the white towel. Stepping out of the bathroom, he spoke up. "You made me smell like a girl, you cheater. But hey, I forgot to grab the boxers...could you help a brotha out?" He asked jokingly, not having a problem with standing in the middle of her apartment in just a towel. This was normal for them, right? |
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Post by marley on Nov 8, 2012 12:52:08 GMT -5
[style=background: #202020; font-family: georgia; font-size: 8pt; color: #d8d7e4; text-align: left; letter-spacing: 2px; width: 390px; padding: 5px; margin-bottom: -3px; text-transform: uppercase;]ahhhh, you're my best friend [/style][style=background-color: #262626; width: 390px; padding: 5px; font-family: arial; font-size: 11px; text-transform: lowercase; color: #565656;text-align: justify;]"Don't you DARE!" she cried as he rose from the couch, pretending to start yelling. She grabbed his wrist and pulled him hard back onto the couch as he chuckled at her. She crinkled her nose in a smile as he laughed at her. Punching him in his arm, she huffed indignantly. "You know how much trouble I would get into if anyone found out I allowed a boy into my dorm room." She gasped, feigning prudishness but failing as she burst into giggles at the idea. He glanced over at her and then laid his head back onto the couch with a sigh. Realizing he must be tired from all of his traveling, she quirked up her mouth to one side and then smiled sheepishly. She didn't want to keep him up and make him sick or something, but she also wanted to catch up. So she teased him about STD's to spark his attention and bring him back to the present.
She knew he wasn't dirty, but she knew too much about his unfortunate amount of female suitors not to worry about him just a little bit. As his face turned serious, and he grabbed her hands, going on about contracting a life-ending ailment, she snorted when he was done and shoved his shoulder as he released her. "Oh my goodness, Leo," she griped, accentuating each word dramatically, laughing as he did. "Then it's going in the trash," she declared, sticking her tongue out at him as he affirmed he was only joking. As he queried her about whether she thought he was a shmuck or not, she eyed him. "Sometimes I worry about you, let's just leave it at that."
She wouldn't admit that him talking about it so casually made something -could that be what jealousy felt like? - flare up in her chest. Looking hastily away from him, she switched on the tv and focused on it intently as she leaned against him. When she asked if he'd had a shower, of course he jumped right on it and blew it out of proportion. She raised an eyebrow as he stood from the couch, feigning indignation. "Fine, you stink. Happy now? Now get in the shower," she ordered, smiling playfully at him and going back to ignore him as he moved toward the bathroom with his clothes. Wagging her finger at him chidingly, she shook her head. "Tsk tsk. Shush and get a shower and then we'll debate about these supposed gifts." She smiled as the door closed behind him and she heard the water come to life.
Sighing to herself, she felt like her eyes and brain were on fire. She'd never felt so verklempt, and she took a deep long breath to clear her head. The History channel helped to erase her raging thoughts, and she sat and listened to old men talking about the Civil War in hopes she could just forget about the weird way her mind was reacting to Leo's reappearance. It had only been two months, for goodness's sake. Why was she feeling this way now when she didn't before he'd left? She'd always been comfortable around him, and there was never awkwardness, but now she felt as if each of her words were being weighed the moment they left her lips.
She didn't realize he'd turned off the shower until the door opened, drawing her attention. Glancing nonchalantly over at him, her breath caught in her throat as he stepped out with nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist. His body was bathed in golden light, and his hair stood at odd ends because he'd obviously just toweled off his head. She'd seen him with no shirt on before, plenty of times, but he somehow looked more chiseled than he ever had. As if he'd grown into a man overnight. Her eyes feasted on him, but she recovered quickly (thankfully), and she hastily rose from the couch. Muttering something affirmative to his request (that came out sounding more like a fish trying to talk with marbles in its mouth), she hastened toward her bedroom to find him some underwear.
She refused to look at him again as she walked toward him, trying to move as quickly as she could into the room so she didn't have to keep her eyes so carefully trained away from him. If she could just get past him then she wouldn't have to worry about her eyes burning out of her head. She was in such a rush that she accidentally planted her foot on a dangling strip of the towel, and her weight was enough to make it slip from its hold around his hips.
"Oh!" she gasped, grabbing the towel and shoving it back around him, unprepared to see anything more and embarrassed although she'd never been embarrassed in his half nude presence before. As she tried to wrap it back around him, she stumbled and fell against him, her arms going around his waist, the towel wrapped tightly around his waist and saving her from seeing more of him than she'd ever seen. She supposed if she had ever seen a guy naked, it would have been Leo, but she hadn't. She was a virgin in more ways than one.
Scrambling up, she found herself in his arms as he caught her while she fell. Their faces were only inches apart now, and she realized she was closer to him than she'd ever been, at least in this intimate way. Her caramel-brown eyes blinked, and her cheeks heated as her lips parted slightly, releasing a ragged breath. She couldn't move, frozen by his nearness and the entirety of the situation. She willed herself to push away from him and go in search for the boxers, but she couldn't. Something kept her suspended in place, staring wide-eyed up at her best friend as her heart beat so it felt it would burst her eardrums. STARRING: LEO | LOCATION: BOSTON U | OUTFIT: YEP | NOTES: OKAY, THIS IS GETTING PRETTY CUTE XD | |
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Post by leo on Nov 13, 2012 1:33:45 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,padding-left:16px; padding-top:0px; padding-right:0px; padding-bottom:0px; background-image:url(http://i51.tinypic.com/2nbr3oi.jpg) ] fly me to no where it's better than somewhere.
That's where I've been and nothing's changed. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - As he stood in the doorway of her bathroom, he waited patiently for her response. However, as her gaze cut across her living space and rested on him, he saw that change in her expression. Suddenly feeling extremely self-conscious, his hand tightened around the towel and he wondered if he should bid a hasty retreat back into the bathroom and wait for the boxers there. She didn't respond to him for a few seconds, and he was left standing there awkwardly, torn between running away and dying from sheer embarrassment. Was he really that horrible to look at? Or had he just stunned him by his audacity to appear in a towel? Leo had never had any shame before so he hadn't thought twice when he appeared from her bathroom, with water still dripping over his chiseled body and his hair in disarray.
He was even thinner than he had been in high school, but that didn't mean that he was malnourished. Where fat had taken up space on his body before, he was now cut with muscle. He had kept in shape. Hiking across Europe had allowed him to keep in good physical form, and his lack of money to afford some meals attributed to his weight loss. He didn't look unhealthy, but the narrowness of his hips gave proof to the fact that he could use some meat on his bones. However, why was he thinking about that nonsense now? He knew the answer. He felt like he was being scrutinized by his best friend, and not in a good way. Stepping back away from her, unsure, he heard her words as she jumped up from the sofa, but could not make them out. He didn't know if it was because of the volume of the television or if it was because she was having a hard time speaking in his nearly nude presence.
Figuring it was the latter, he was about to step back and disappear into the bathroom to make it easier on her, when all hell broke loose. Just as he stepped forward to pivot around, her heel caught the edge of his towel and he felt the fabric sliding from around his hips before he could do anything to stop it. Scrambling, his face reddened instantly, fearing that she was going to see a lot more than she had originally bargained for upon his return. "Oh shit." His voice produced the swear before he could even stop it, but it didn't seem to matter. She had spoken as well, and he was left suddenly in a very awkward predicament. Marley's arms were enclosed around his waist, her cheek pressed against his bare chest in her flurried attempt to get his towel back where it belonged. He was certain that she could hear his fluttering heart, and she did all that he could to take a deep breath in order to slow it down. Of course that didn't happen and he was left standing in silence like an idiot. God he really didn't know how to use his brain sometimes. No wonder Scout called him dumb all of the time.
Absolutely dumbstruck by the entire situation, he was suddenly aware of the fact that Marley was extremely close to him. Closer than she had ever been in the years that he had known her. Gulping past the rise of who knew what in his throat, he tried to clear his throat, but the sound came out forced and unnatural. Gripping his towel more firmly around his waist now, he spoke up to try to clear the awkward, echoing silence. "I don't...I'm...you know I'm good going...uh..without the boxers."
Smooth Leo, real smooth. How he got the ladies in Europe he would never know. Sighing in frustration, he was still aware of the fact that Marley hadn't removed herself from his vicinity. It didn't help that he wasn't stepping away from her either. It was in that instant, as he gazed into her wide brown eyes, that he lost all sorts of control and composure. His feelings for Marley had only intensified during his absence from her and he couldn't hope to keep himself under wraps as he leaned forward, closing the distance between them. His hand came up to gently grasp her chin, pulling her towards him to fill the space. His lips met hers softly, timidly until he was overcome with his feelings for her and he deepened it in that moment. He had no idea what he was doing and everything in him was screaming that this was a bad idea, but his heart wouldn't listen. He wanted to do this, he needed to do this. He had missed her so much, and he was entirely confused over what he felt for her. Maybe this was just the push they needed. Or maybe this was one of the worst mistakes he had ever made in his life. |
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Post by marley on Nov 13, 2012 10:02:08 GMT -5
[style=background: #202020; font-family: georgia; font-size: 8pt; color: #d8d7e4; text-align: left; letter-spacing: 2px; width: 390px; padding: 5px; margin-bottom: -3px; text-transform: uppercase;]ahhhh, you're my best friend [/style][style=background-color: #262626; width: 390px; padding: 5px; font-family: arial; font-size: 11px; text-transform: lowercase; color: #565656;text-align: justify;]As she stumbled into him, her face pressed into his chest, and for the briefest moment she almost closed her eyes and just hugged him. She had missed him so badly when he was gone, and here he had returned beautiful and chiseled, and she felt like a gawky little girl before him. She'd never felt uncomfortable around Leo, but as she heard his heart jump in his chest, she suddenly felt very uncomfortable indeed. The pit of her stomach clenched upward and she wondered if she was going to be sick. Parts of her she didn't know existed sprang to life and lifted their heads, looking around curiously, and she took a shuddering breath as she leaned away from him, becoming frozen in his gaze.
His comment about going without boxers should have made her laugh and erase the awkward silence, but it only made her blush profusely. She was a natural blusher, and she hated it since it expressed her thoughts too clearly. And she found her thoughts straying from their straight and narrow path at the mention of his underwear: or lack thereof. Her caramel eyes widened and glistened as she looked up at him, straightening slightly as he took control of the towel away from her. Although she was free to step away and leave, she found she couldn't. She was enraptured by his nearness, caught like a moth to his flame. She didn't know what was happening to her.
So when his eyes shifted, his gaze turning to something uncontrollable and instinctual, she didn't move away as he leaned down and softly kissed her. At first, she was surprised by the touch, and her eyes flew open with that surprise. She'd never been kissed before - ironic, yes - and the sensation was pleasant and warmer than she'd expected. His hand touched her chin, arching her head up toward him, and she felt a feeling in her chest that made her wonder if she'd just had a heart attack. She tensed and sucked in a sharp breath through her nose, reaching up in an attempt to fend him off. But he deepened his kiss then, and her hand fell helplessly back to her side, and her eyes naturally fell closed. She hadn't been kissing him back, but now she felt her body naturally lean in to him, her lips pressing into his timidly until her chest rose with a resolute breath and she impulsively kissed him hard, perhaps too hard.
What was she doing? Her mind screamed at her that this was her friend, her best friend nonetheless, and she shouldn't be kissing him. She'd grown up with him. It should be like kissing her brother (if she'd had one), but it wasn't. Oh how it wasn't. Having never experienced anything sexual before, not even something as simple as a kiss, her body wasn't ready for the sensations that spilled through her. An electrical current thrummed through her, raising an ache in the pit of her belly, just beneath her belly button.
Her eyes flew open at that feeling and she gasped, pulling away from him, her eyes staring up at him in horror and mortification. She had not just felt that. Her chaste mind balked at the depraved sensations deep in her waist, and she shook her head. "Leo..." she murmured, her voice thicker and huskier than she'd been prepared for. Embarrassment and anger rose in her eyes, mostly at herself but she directed it at him because that was an easier outlet. "Don't kiss me," she commanded, turning her back to him and stalking off into her room where she retrieved the boxers and threw them petulantly back toward the door, not able to look back at him. She didn't know if she could handle seeing him now, and her face was still hot with her blush.
Her insides stirred uneasily and she felt once more as if she might be sick. This was Leo. Leo who slept around and got whatever girl he wanted. Leo wouldn't never made it a small matter that he gathered girls' phone numbers like most people drank water. He was a self-appointed playboy and bad boy, and she should not be attracted to him. She couldn't be attracted to him. She wouldn't be attracted to him.
Angry at herself for reacting toward his kiss the way she had, she threw herself down on her bed, her back toward the door as she fumed and stared at the wall. She didn't want him to leave, she knew that whether she liked it or not, but she didn't approve of how her body was acting. It was like an errant child, and even now those dark reaches of her insides sang happily in remembrance of his lips against hers. Shut up, she barked to those parts of her. She was mad at him now, wishing he'd never awoken whatever this was in her. STARRING: LEO | LOCATION: BOSTON U | OUTFIT: YEP | NOTES:  | |
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