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Post by ,. apple mcnamara ! on Aug 26, 2008 8:23:09 GMT -5
fly like paper, get high like planes ! word count|| 561 taggers|| JULIAN! outfit|| sweatshirt and tee and jeans and converses
Pulling the large duffle into her new room, Apple looked at the beds. Two had already been taken. The area around each of the beds showed that they were Larken Hale’s and Nathan Noble’s. Larken was such a bitch. And Apple was spending the next, what, one hundred eighty days with her? No, this was boarding school. She had to count the weekends. Nathan, Apple hadn’t really met him. She had heard the rumors going around about a little bit of drama that would be in the air when Larken and Nathan were around eachother. And she was in the middle. Hooray.
Apple threw her green duffle onto the bed opposite Nathan’s. She ran a hand through her long, brown hair, sighing. She folded her left arm across her chest, and used the other one to twirl her hair. Looking around the room, she studied the layout. Unzippering her bag, Apple took out a new pair of clothes. Throwing the jeans, tee, and sweatshirt on, Apple took out her iHome and placed it on the small table next to her bed. This was so different from back home. But, it was her third year here. She should be used to it.
Pulling her gray hood over her head, Apple kicked her Converses off and flopped on the bed. Taking the guitar out of her bag, Apple strummed a few chords. I fly like paper, get high like planes. If you catch me at the border, I got visas in my name. If you come around here, I make ‘em all day. I’ll get one down in a second if you wait.
[/color] Apple sang. She stopped playing. And thought for a second. I'm in the business of misery, let's take it from the top. She's got a body like an hourglass, andit's ticking like a clock.[/color] Now, Apple wasn't the best singer in the world. She wasn't a Hayley Williams. She was no where close to that girl's hair. But she was fairly good in terms of raw talent. Apple had never taken singing lessons or chorus or stuff like that. She stashed her guitar under her bed and crawled under to covers, pulling them over her shoulders, covering her arms so you could only see her head. And, if you came in through the door, the back of her head. Flipping over, she looked at the door, waiting for the next roomate to come. It was probably a boy, considering there were two girls and one boy already. But, Apple wished it was a girl. And a girl she liked, at that. It wouldn't be any fun without three girls and one boy. Then again, maybe having two boys for roommates wouldn't be so bad. Maybe the second one was rather attractive. Who knew. Of course, it would be so much easier to sleep with a roommate, because you get up a little early and walk across the room to your bed. Of course, if you dated your roommate or something, that could end badly. Say, you broke up because the guy had cheated. Well, then you were stuck with him for the rest of the year. Apple was pretty sure the headmaster of the school wouldn't change the dorm assignments just because of a breakup.[/blockquote][/blockquote][/size][/center][/blockquote]
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Post by •• julian collins •• on Aug 27, 2008 21:05:06 GMT -5
My reflection, d i r t y mirror, Is no connection to m y s e l f I'm your l o v e r , I'm your zero, I'm the face in your d r e a m s of glass.
Julian had absolutely no idea who was rooming with him. He could've found out, he was sure, but he hadn't really bothered. I mean, would it really matter? Well, it would, since he was the player on campus and he brought girls home every other night, so it would help if his roommates complied with it and were civil, so that he didn't have to resort to other resources, such as blackmail. But no need to play dirty if everything went well. Hell, maybe he would be sharing a room with one of his flings, or better yet, a fuck buddy. Then he wouldn't really have to move, though the chase was the most thrilling part, besides the catch. Looking for the right girl to bring to a place that he would never learn to call home, have his way with her, and then move on to the next one. It didn't bother him in the least that this would probably create a large amount of unnecessary trouble for him...
Like enemies. Ex-boyfriends, or if he was fortunate enough, current boyfriends. Hey, girls got bored, just like guys did. He couldn't blame them. Well, he could, but only for tying themselves down when they could play the field like he did.
Yes, sir, Julian was a free man. He was tied to no one but himself, using his charm to make his way through life. He knew that it wouldn't last forever, so it was a good thing that his parents were wealthy. When he couldn't fall back on his good looks, you could rely on the dollar signs to get you through anything. But today he wasn't thinking about money or girls. Well, okay, yes... he'd checked out a couple of girls on his way to his assigned dorm. They were pretty hot, and being the guy that he was, he couldn't help but think impure thoughts about him and those two hotties. Yes, both of them. He didn't have much etiquette when it came to sex. Or any expectations. Most of the time the girls weren't anything that he would seriously consider girlfriend material, if there ever was a thing like that for him. But they were good in bed and he was seventeen, so he didn't care.
But if there was one girl that intrigued and annoyed and messed him up more than anyone else, it was Apple Ripley McNamara. The girl was a little spitfire, and in his personal opinion, they were both one in the same. The only real difference was what they were packing underneath their pants. But that's about it. Maybe that's why they hated each other so much. Or was it... no, he couldn't even think about the L-word. It was stupid. Pathetic. Disgraceful.
Carrying his bags as he made his way further down the hallway to the first dorm, Julian smirked as he stopped at the door. He wondered exactly what would be waiting for him on the other side. Wishful thinking was three women. Ehh, well, maybe a guy, so that he would have someone to talk to about... guy stuff. None of anyone's concern. He stared at the number, wondering if maybe it would be so bad if he changed it into a six... and added a couple more sixes for obvious reasons. Oh yeah, he was pretty riled up about this. He stood there for a moment, reaching for the doorknob, when he heard something. A simple melody, accompanied by a female voice, one that he knew all too well. "You've got to be fucking kidding me," he muttered under his breath, moving forward to turn the doorknob and push open the door a bit. Just enough to peek inside.
And sure enough, there she was, in all her glory.
Julian took in a deep breath and closed the door quietly again, leaning back against the wall besides the entrance as he reached up and ran his hand through his hair, having placed his bags on the floor. This was definately not something he had been expecting. Oh well, he'd just have to suck it up and deal with it. It's not like it should be awkward between them. She was a bitch and he was a bastard. They'd get along just fine. So he finally moved forward, opening the door completely, before leaning down to collect his bags. Entering the room with an amused grin on his features, he made his way over to the last remaining bed.
"Well, well, well, if it isn't Apple," he said in an annoyingly confident tone as he tossed his bags on his bed and then turned his head to look back at her. "I take it you were expecting me? You're pretty fortunate... you're only stuck with a handsome devil such as myself. Could've been worse."
Lyrics: Zero by Smashing Pumpkins Word Count: 832 Tag: Apple =] Notes: Haha, wicked, just wicked.
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Post by ,. apple mcnamara ! on Aug 28, 2008 0:34:25 GMT -5
fly like paper, get high like planes ! word count|| 588 taggers|| JULIAN! notes|| new ICONS! outfit|| sweatshirt and tee and jeans and converses
Apple leaned over the edge of the bed. Did the door just open? Or was Apple high, and so high she didn’t know it. Placing one hand on the ground, Apple leaned to get a view of the door, just in time to see it close. Was it that fourth roommate? Or was it some jackass freshman trying to act all cool. Apple furrowed her smal eyebrows and gave the wooden door a confused look, still leaning.
The door opened again, fully this time. And who but Julian Alexander Collins walked in. Apple froze for a second, but she quickly lost her balance and tumbled onto the floor, hitting her head on the beam by the bottom of her bed. She lay on the floor for a second, her hands covering her face, before her head began to hurt. She sat up and rubbed the new bump on the back of her head. Shit. Now my head’s fucking lopsided.
[/color] Apple murmured. She sighed quickly and looked up at Julian. Well, well, well, if it isn't Apple. Apple nodded, biting her lower lip. Well, I'll be damned. Its Julian.[/color] Apple said, quoting him. Oh, this was going to be a fun year. Now, if Apple was a boy, she and Julian would be best friends. They were the exact same person. Sleeping around, not really caring who they were sleeping with. The only difference was their gender, and what gender slept with. Well, scratch that. The only difference was their gender. Apple wasn’t completely sure that Julian was heterosexual. Wait, had Julian heard Apple singing? Apple didn’t like people knowing she was so into music. She was a self-taught drummer and guitarist. But, that was her private business. Only a few of her best friends knew she had some talent in the instrument department. Almost everybody though that Apple was that slut who was on every varsity sports team. I take it you were expecting me? You're pretty fortunate... you're only stuck with a handsome devil such as myself. Could've been worse. It could have been worse, right? Well, maybe not. Waking up every day to find a different girl naked and in bed with Julian. Nah, it couldn’t of been worse. And you’re only stuck with a beautiful angel like me. Delightful, isn’t it?[/color] Apple batted her lashes at him. Taking her hand off her head, Apple sat back on her bed, which was now messy and unmade. Of course, Apple probably wouldn't of refered to Julian as "a handsome devil." As a devil, yes. But handsome? Not really. Ok, so maybe she was attracted, but handsome is a word used to describe gentleman. And Julian was anything but. He wasn't handsome, he was hot. Probably hot in bed too. Not like Apple would know... Apple should of checked the rooming assignments before she climbed that treacherous flight of stair up here. But she was having a bitchy moment. Well, when was she not having one? Never. When was Julian not having a bastard moment? Never. Maybe they could get along for the next year. Or maybe they’d cut each others’ heads off and slit the other’s throat. How could you tell, with a pair like Apple McNamara and Julian Collins?[/blockquote][/blockquote] [/size][/center][/blockquote]
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Post by •• julian collins •• on Sept 2, 2008 14:37:49 GMT -5
And I listen for the w h i s p e r Of your s w e e t insanity, While I formulate d e n i a l s Of your a f f e c t on me.
Julian knew that she might've caught him in the act of his rather half-assed way of peeking into the room, since he wasn't too discreet about it. Maybe her singing had caught him by surprise, so he hadn't been as sneaky as he could've been. Or maybe he was just losing his touch. No, he refused to think the latter, so instead, he just pushed it out of his mind completely. It wasn't until he really entered and saw Apple crumple to the floor, rather clumsily, actually. Not to mention hard. He couldn't help but flinch at the sound of her head hitting the beam. I guess that's what they mean when they say 'hard-headed,' he thought to himself, but wasn't insensitive enough to speak it aloud. It really did sound painful.
He watched as she tried to be graceful by recovering as quickly as possible, before matching his greeting. Clever, clever girl. "I do believe the term is 'blessed,' not damned, my dear," he said as he started to unpack his things, namely his scarves. He had a wide collection of them and no one was really sure why, since he wore them regardless of the temperature. It was like his fashion statement. If you ever saw Julian without his scarves, something was wrong. Unless it was a dance or something, in which case he would substitute it with a more formal tie.
Julian turned his head to look at her, that traditional half-smirk, half-grin planted on his lips as he watched her. There was nothing that caught his attention more than a messy bed. He was only disappointed that he hadn't been the one to get it that way, but it wasn't like he did anything with Apple, right? No, they were far too different. Hell, she didn't even like him. They merely had a few drinks every now and then, to keep things civil between one another. He wasn't sure how long it would stay that way, however, by the looks of things as of now, with them being roomies. "An angel?" he repeated, suddenly having the urge to corrupt that notion. He knew that Apple was far from an angel, but he would give her that she was beautiful. It was hard not to think so. He watch as she laid back, after batting her eyelashes at him... what a bloody tease.
He tossed a scarf towards the headrest of his bed, before turning to look over at Apple. Mirroring her actions, he too laid back on his bed, which was still made. He crossed his arms behind his head, lying on his back but propped up against some pillows, so he could still see her and not just the ceiling. "I must say, I think I could get used to this room. I just think it's missing something," he remarked, grinning a bit, this time a little less lopsided and alot more distinguishable by the curve of his lips. He could mean the other two room mates, or room service, or maybe a couple of women to tend to him hand and foot. You never really knew with Julian, but he was predictable enough to allow you to guess. He reached up and stroked his chin a bit, as if in deep thought.
Lyrics: Stranger - A Perfect Circle Word Count: 565 Tag: Apple =] Notes: Sorry I took so long. School sucks. But awesome new icons!
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Post by ,. apple mcnamara ! on Sept 2, 2008 15:27:49 GMT -5
fly like paper, get high like planes ! word count|| 405 taggers|| JULIAN! notes||OHMYGOD did you see the gossip girl episode on monday? that scene was so sad!! outfit|| sweatshirt and tee and jeans and converses
I do believe the term is 'blessed,' not damned, my dear. 'My dear'? Apple was nobody's, and no way she was, or would be, Julian's 'dear.' But, wasn't it damned? Yeah, it was. Apple raised her eyebrows. No, it's damned. I'm positive it's damned.
[/color] Well, Apple was damned to have Julian as a roomie, wasn't she? Apple sat up for a second. Scarves? Julian brough his scarves? How metrosexual of him. She peeked into what she could see of his bag. Scarves, scarves. Oh, more scarves. What did Apple obsess over? Bathing suits? Well, if you were swimming eight times a week, you would be. Apple bit her nail. Um, why do you have so many scarves?[/color] She said, looking at all the different colors and patterns on the assorted scarves. Whenever Apple saw Julian, he had one of those fucking things around his neck. Apple turned to her own bag, which was still next to her on the bed. She was bored of watching Julian obsess over his scarves. She pulled a mini green and white basketball out. Throwing it up in the air, she fell back and caught it, before throwing it up again, but as though she was shooting in a game. Three-hundred times a day, Apple had to do this. And make two-hundered shots from the elbows. Yes, basketball was Apple's favorite sport. She was trying out for varsity this year. She made it last year, but she wanted to be at the top of her game so she could be a starter. An angel? Apple nodded. Well, maybe not an angel. Oh well. Twenty-one, twenty-two, twenty-three.[/color] Apple counted. She was almost a tweleth of the way there. I must say, I think I could get used to this room. I just think it's missing something. Apple sat up, her eyes a bit wider than usual, but they weren't bulging out of her head. She raised her eyebrows. And what is missing, Julian?[/color] She asked, trying to predict his asshole answer. Fifty. Apple threw the ball across the room. It hit a wall and fell on Larken's bed. Ew, Larken. Apple hopped up and gabbed it. She turned around for a second and looked at Julian for a second, the ball gripped in her hands. Then she chucked the ball at Julian's head, grinning.[/blockquote][/blockquote] [/size][/center][/blockquote]
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Post by •• julian collins •• on Sept 6, 2008 13:40:30 GMT -5
Pretty soon, she'll f i g u r e out, What his i n t e n t i o n s were about And that's what you get for f a l l i n g again, You can n e v e r get him out of your head.
Julian knew that he would strike a cord with the dear bit, which is exactly why he had used the phrase. There was nothing better than getting Apple all worked up, even if she too knew how to play the game. It made it that much more interesting, really, when both parties had a sharp tongue. More of a challenge, he supposed. But Apple wasn't putting up as strong of a fight as usual, though he could assume that it was because they'd just gotten here, so things would progress. "Are you now?" Julian said in an amused tone, his lips curling into a bit of a smirk at her words. He didn't expect an answer. It was more of a rhetorical thing. Mostly because he knew that she was right, but would never admit it. In his mind, those were far and few in between anyway.
He noticed her wandering eyes out of the corner of his eye, before turning his head to acknowledge her and her question. "Why do women have so many shoes?" he retorted with a grin, watching as she bit her nail. His dark brown eyes seemed to go right to her finger, before realizing that he was staring and turning towards his bags and scarves again. No one really knew why he always wore a scarf. Some suggested that not even he knew, that maybe it was just some kind of fetish that he had, just like another other young male his age. Though scarves were rather odd. But he had his reasons, he just didn't wish to share them with anyone...
Not yet, anyway.
Julian's hearing picked up the sound of her going through her bag and he couldn't help but look and see her pull out a basketball. A rather colorful one, at that. He couldn't blame her though, since green was the color of money, so it was only natural to be fond enough of the color to somehow include them in your hobbies. Apple was an interesting young woman, not like many of the other airheads around here. She had a wide range of skill and she intrigued him, because she had her attitude and she didn't care what anyone thought, yet she was a curious one. Always asking questions. Maybe it was just to him, because of course he caught her interest, but at least they spoke to one another and didn't just childishly exchange glares.
He listened as she started counting, which he found to be a bit annoying. Though he wasn't too fond of basketball, just the women playing it. He was more into soccer. But that was just him. After he spoke, he waited to hear her prying response, wondering if she would be curious. And of course she was. "Well, since I already have an angel in my midst, and we can both agree that I'm the handsome devil, I would suppose some of our subjects. Maybe some very, very bad women to further corrupt," he responded with a grin that stretched from ear to ear.
Julian watched as the ball fell on an opposite bed. "Say, you don't happen to know who our roommates are, do you?" he asked her, suddenly realizing that he really didn't have a clue who else they were rooming with. He couldn't tell by bags and such. He wasn't as keen as a woman. Now, maybe if there were some panties scattered about, he might be able to tell... but that was very unlikely. And he wasn't about to dig into the bag to find out. Well, maybe he would've if Apple weren't here. Damn, what a shame that was. Lost in his thoughts, he barely noticed Apple move over to grab the ball, and even less when she threw it. But he had good reflexes from playing soccer over the summer, so he moved out of the way just in time, listening with a wince as it smacked into his headboard and bounced into his lap. "What are you trying to do, kill me?!" he yelled over at Apple, his eyes wide out of surprise and his cheeks slightly flushed. Then he regained his composure and that same sick grin invaded his features. "Though, I must say, I always knew you liked it rough."
Lyrics: Pretty Girl - Sugarcult Word Count: 734 Tag: Apple =] Notes: Oh, I know! Ed is the master at the sad puppy expression. Chuck/Blair ftw!
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Post by ,. apple mcnamara ! on Sept 6, 2008 15:54:08 GMT -5
fly like paper, get high like planes ! word count|| 627 taggers|| JULIAN! notes||i love ed westwick. -drools over signature- outfit|| sweatshirt and tee and jeans and converses
Are you now? Apple nodded. She was postitive! Look. I took, uh, what was it... AP! I took AP English last year. I'm sure it's damned. And if it isn't, then I'm still damned.
[/color] Said Apple. It was AP, wasn't it? The harder, advanced course? Yeah, AP for advanced placement. Apple's eye's continued to dart from scarf to scarf. There were so many of them! Why do women have so many shoes? Apple looked at him. It was normal for girls to obsess over shoes. But guys couldn't obsess over scarves, or any articles of clothing for that matter. Except sneakers. That was cool if they had 50 pairs of Etnies. I don't have alot of shoes. I have alot of sneakers.[/color] Apple said, nodding towards her Converses, which were lying on the floor. Besides, those, she also had practice basketball shoes, game basketball shoes, soccer cleats, lacrosse cleats, and a few more pair of Converses. And alot of flip-flops for the pool deck. Why do biker guys obsess over tattoos?[/color] Apple said. She thought it was really weird who they had tattoos all over their bodies. Of course, Apple had a tattoo. But she hadn't really shown anyone yet. She had gotten it over the summer, as her belated Sweet Sixteen gift to herself. Hey, you wanna see my tattoo?[/color] Apple said, grinning. She was proud that she had gone through the pain of getting one. Well, since I already have an angel in my midst, Apple put her finger up to stop him. Not just an angel. A beautiful angel. She said, smiling sweetly. And we can both agree that I'm the handsome devil, I would suppose some of our subjects. Maybe some very, very bad women to further corrupt. Apple was a bad girl. Not really an angel. Although she could look like one, and most adults thought of her as a squeaky-clean, non-drinking angel-like virgin. Shit, they were wrong. They couldn't of been more wrong. And where would you get those very bad women?[/color] Apple said, raising her eyebrows. The club. His other female roommate, Larken. All the girls in the first dorm building. He really had a pick. Of course, Apple got to sleep with college guys. That was even better, considering she was a junior. Say, you don't happen to know who our roommates are, do you? Apple looked towards the ceiling for a second, and then at the beds. Umm, Larken Hale and Nathan Noble. She said, pointing to the respective beds. Who, I have heard, are elementary school sweethearts that haven't seen each other in years. And we're in the middle of it. Oh, they joy.[/color] Apple said, clapping her hands together. This really would be a fun year. As soon as Apple threw the ball at Julian's head, she realized he hadn't been paying attention. What are you trying to do, kill me?! Apple hunched over, laughing. Yes![/color] She said, trying to calm down. Look! Your all red![/color] Apple said, pointing at his flushed face. She laughed even hard. Apple walked over to her bed and layed down, still laughing. She sat up for a second and looked at Julian. And you face was priceless![/color] Apple said, laughing again at how wide his eyes were when he realized the ball was going to hit him. Though, I must say, I always knew you liked it rough. Apple calmed herself and sighed, wiping a small tear from her eye. Then she saw that menacing little grin on Julian's face. Oh shit. What are you gonna do to me?![/color] Apple said, crawling under her covers and pulling them over her head for some protection.[/blockquote][/blockquote] [/size][/center][/blockquote]
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Post by •• julian collins •• on Sept 15, 2008 12:38:30 GMT -5
Pretty soon, she'll f i g u r e out, What his i n t e n t i o n s were about And that's what you get for f a l l i n g again, You can n e v e r get him out of your head.
Julian watched Apple closely as she defended her position on the word 'damned.' He didn't think it was that much of a big deal, but it was interesting to see how long the little things dragged on. You'd almost think that Apple and Julian enjoyed hearing each other speak. But then you'd be completely wrong, right? He chuckled a bit when she spoke once more, claiming that either way she was damned. Damned to room with him, maybe. But appearance-wise, she didn't look to be too unfortunate. She was actually quite attractive, when she wasn't scowling at him for something. Then her lips would curl rather strangely and there was a look in her eyes... that look, the one of fire...
The one that made the butterflies stir inside.
It seemed that he enjoyed the brunette's presence the most when she hated him. When they were just sitting around like this, he tended to get a bit nervous. It didn't show, he was careful about that, but he wasn't as graceful with his words and he tried to cover himself up with women and sex and his scarves.
"Well, it was a general statement," Julian said with an eyebrow quirked as he looked at her. "Though I don't really see the difference between shoes and sneakers, quite honestly. Both of them cover your feet." He followed her gaze to the floor where her sneakers lay. He looked up at her again when she spoke, making a similar remark. "Isn't it part of their culture? Don't they have clubs and such?" he stated, thinking about it for a moment. He, himself, didn't have any tattoos. But that didn't mean that he didn't see himself getting one in the future. She captured his full attention when she mentioned him seeing her tattoo. "You have a tattoo? I don't bloody believe you," he said as he narrowed his eyes curiously, looking her over.
"Especially since I don't see it."
Well, if she wanted to make a statement on him, she'd certainly done that now. He began thinking of places where she had gotten it, wondering just how far she would go. Maybe it was just one of those cutesy things, like an angel or tinkerbell on her ankle or her stomach or her lower back.
"Oh, why, of course," Julian said with a bit of a chuckle as she corrected him. "My apologies, beautiful angel." Oddly enough, it sounded right when it rolled off his tongue. Something that delicate and nice, coming from him. Well, that was different. Though she had basically put the words in his mouth, so it was only natural for him to spit them back up. "Where? I think the better question is where not? Bad women are lurking about everywhere, Apple. Often where you least expect them." He listened as she answered his roommate question. "Oh, great, we're in for some pansy moments. My suggestion is that we keep alot of liquor around. I've heard that one of them can get pretty loud." He grinned a bit, knowing that would set off Apple, since she wasn't fond of Larken at all. Now, perhaps he was suggesting that he had slept with Larken, but the truth was that they were only good friends, one of the only people that would really tolerate him, even if he was an asshole.
Julian huffed a bit when she laughed at him and his reaction to the ball, which he hadn't been expecting. "You know, there's something you oughta know," he said, taking in a deep breath to calm himself before he spoke again. His face was suddenly serious, his dark brown eyes staring back at her. "You're a bitch." And then he found himself laughing a bit, though it was more controlled, and once it died down, that was it. He leaned back in the bed and picked up the ball into his hands, tossing it up at the ceiling and then catching it with a hmph, before he heard her words.
He tilted his head slightly to the side, holding the ball under his arm as he hopped off his bed in one swift motion and then moved over to hers. "What the hell are you doing?" he asked, chuckling a bit as he reached for the blankets, trying to tug them off of her. "Oh, come on, grow up. If I wanted to do something, I don't think the covers would do much help." He then stepped back from her, moving around the bed as he twirled the ball on his finger, before setting it down on the ground beside her shoes. Without saying a word, he stood still for a moment, before his hand slunk under the blankets at the foot of her bed and he grabbed what he thought to be her ankle.
"Rawr!" he yelled, tugging on it a bit like in those zombie movies that she seemed to enjoy so much.
Lyrics: Pretty Girl - Sugarcult Word Count: 850 Tag: Apple =] Notes: Haha, Apple/Julian are love.
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Post by ,. apple mcnamara ! on Sept 20, 2008 19:31:37 GMT -5
fly like paper, get high like planes ! word count|| 559 taggers|| JULIAN! notes||yeah, just like blair + chuck! outfit|| sweatshirt and tee and jeans and converses
Happy that Julian had ended the 'blessed or damned' converstation, Apple played with her fingers. Again. It was really Apple who had carried the conversation on, but thank God he didn't respond. And now he knew what a smarty-pants she was.
Well, it was a general statement. Though I don't really see the difference between shoes and sneakers, quite honestly. Both of them cover your feet. Apple rolled her eyes. Well, shoes, they're, like, heels and boots and sandals. Sneakers are, um, well, not all of them have laces...
[/color] Apple said, trailing off. What did define a sneaker from a shoe, anyways? You have a tattoo? I don't bloody believe you. Especially since I don't see it. Apple nodded, answering his first question. Then she held the spot where her tattoo was, her right shoulder. Yes, well, since you seeing my tattoo requires me taking my shirt off, you don't get to. But, just so you know, it's a rose on my shoulder.[/color] She said, looking at him, the ends of her lips curved up in a small smile. Oh, why, of course, my apologies, beautiful angel. Apple nodded, her small smile still on her face. Where? I think the better question is where not? Bad women are lurking about everywhere, Apple. Often where you least expect them. Apple nodded. She knew that pretty well, considering that all the adults in her life didn't know she drank, partied, and wasn't a virgin. Oh, great, we're in for some pansy moments. My suggestion is that we keep alot of liquor around. I've heard that one of them can get pretty loud. Apple's smile faded off her face, before she analyzed what Julian had just said. She furrowed her eyebrows and tilted her head towards him. What?![/color] You know, there's something you oughta know. Apple raised her eyebrows. You're a bitch. She shugged her shoulders and grinned. I know.[/color] Being a bitch was fun, especially around Julian, since he was a complete asshole, and could probably tolerate it. To a certain extent. Apple peeked out from under the covers, before pulling them back over herself. What the hell are you doing? She gripped the covers tighter as Julian tried to pull them off of her, her knuckles turning white under the blanket. Oh, come on, grow up. If I wanted to do something, I don't think the covers would do much help. Apple repostioned herself, flipping over and towards Julian. Well, if you threw the ball at me, and it hit the covers, it wouldn't hurt as much.[/color] She said, her voice muffled. Apple sighed when she thought Julian had walked over to his bed again. But, she didn't hear the usual creak these old beds gave when someone sat on them. And she felt the covers by her ankle lift a little. She guessed it was just the wind, and that Julian was taking a picture of her with his phone or something. Rawr!! Apple screamed as, what was obviously Julian's hand, wrap around her ankle and tug. She lashed out, kicking him in the thigh and making him lose his grip. Apple pulled her leg away and sat up, pulling the covers off her head, so she could see Julian.[/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote] [/size][/center][/blockquote]
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