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 Posted: Fri Jun 17, 2016 8:43 pm
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Posted: Fri Jun 17, 2016 9:45 pm
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What the hell is wrong with me?
My mom and dad weren't perfect,
But still you don't hear no crying a** bitching from me,
Like there seems to be on everybody's CD
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Who am I with? Gia
What am I doing? About to commit murder.
What am I thinking? The ******** is going on here?
What am I wearing? Fifth Year Uniform▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁
Carver froze the moment that he saw Gia put her wand down, and then stared as she made her way over. Oh, hell. This was going to blow up so much in his face, he could tell. He swallowed nervously and then licked his lips, suddenly very aware that he could have bad breath for all he knew or that his lips were dry. He barely got a moment to realize that yes, Gia was doing this, when suddenly her hands were on his shirt and she was pulling him forward in a kiss. His eyes, which had been wide with shock, slowly slid closed and he couldn't tell when the kiss had been just a kiss or when it became more than that. His hands, which had been in his lap the entire time, had seemingly moved of their own volition to her waist, and when he finally drew back, he took a deep, shuddering breath to try and steady himself.
Then he cursed himself. Damn it, nice way to blow a friendship. He retracted his hands as if they had been scalded, and now his blush was in full-force. He swallowed hard, knowing that Gia was going to kill him. And then find a way to bring him back and then murder him again. This time slowly and with great relish. It wasn't that the kiss was bad, hell, that had been his first one ever so he didn't have anything to compare it to, but it was now very apparent that he was too into his very female best friend and he was going to murder Townsend and Gautreaux for doing this to him. He could have easily gone his life without ruining a friendship, thank you very much. He drew his legs in now, thinking that he could at least make an attempt to hide himself from her. Not that it would do much good. "....I'm ********> Those two words easily summed up this whole event for him.
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OOC:
All those Saturday
When kids go out and play
Yo I was up in my room
I let the stereo blaze
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Posted: Mon Jun 20, 2016 10:08 pm
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'Cuz it's a new day, we're gonna go far
Knuckle down, trim and shake off the dead weight
You know what they say
You can't hide from your ghosts 
мυɢɢℓєвσяиє ▽ sιиɢℓє ▽ υиcσиғιиє∂
⊰Gia had gasped, actually ******** gasped like some sort of porn heroine, when she felt Carver's hands on her waist and instead of feeling the all too familiar urge to slap both him and his hands away from her person she remarked that they actually felt quite nice. Dear God in Heaven what was wrong with her. After only a few short moments of kissing Carver was the first to pull back completely looking as though she was truly going to curse him. Well of course, after that blowup in their third year it wouldn't be weird that he was still a bit wary around her. Still it didn't exactly lessen the sting when he physically curled up and away from her. It wasn't like she bit...hard. He was acting like this was seemingly the end of the world, like they suddenly could never stay friends because they happened to enjoy a snog. Well she did, she couldn't say much for him. At his summation though Gia snorted and couldn't even withhold her usual snark. "I don't know what girls you've been messing around with but I'm a lady and it takes more than just one kiss to get there." she told him dryly hoping it would snap him out of his funk. When nothing immediate came forth she just sighed and for once in their entire friendship had almost no other words for him. Well she had words, allot of them actually. Some even asking if they could go back to that kiss but she didn't think that would be very helpful at the moment. So she sighed and kicked her shorter legs out in front of her as she felt one begin to seize up and start to fall asleep. "So, I might not have been all that truthful when it comes to my exact feelings towards you." She was so killing Lori for this. Talking about her feelings was bad enough but talking about them in a dank closet to the actual boy who's very being is responsible for those feelings? Reprehensible.⊱
Wearing △Where ~Broom closet △With ~Carver △What ~The ******** if I know △OOC ~ 'Cuz it's a new day, I wanna go far
Break it down, jump the gun, find a new way
You know what they say
I'm stuck here living with all these ghosts, a lonely ghost
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Posted: Tue Jun 21, 2016 2:20 pm
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What the hell is wrong with me?
My mom and dad weren't perfect,
But still you don't hear no crying a** bitching from me,
Like there seems to be on everybody's CD
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Who am I with? Gia
What am I doing? About to commit murder.
What am I thinking? The ******** is going on here?
What am I wearing? Fifth Year Uniform▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁
Carver sighed, rubbing his forehead when she mentioned that it was going to take more than one kiss to really be ********. Well, he was certainly not going to be lowering his legs anytime soon. Otherwise he was certain that he was going to be in more trouble than he was already in. Which, ugh, he was going to have to take a shower after this. A long, cold shower. That usually helped in this situation. Except he was trapped. In the same room with the cause of his issues. And said cause was currently telling him that-oh hell. They both were attracted to each other? At least that's the gist of what he heard when she mentioned that she wasn't exactly truthful with him. And now they were both trapped in a broom closet. .Brilliant.
He didn't stretch his legs back out, but he did wince as he was going to do something dumb. Really dumb. "Well, it's either gotta be that you literally hate my guts, or you actually like me. Which means I'm either screwed cause I like you and you hate me, or we're both screwed cause stupid Townsend decided to meddle and stick us in a closet knowing this was going to happen." Which meant what, exactly? They were going to run off and snog every time they got the urge to? That just sounded really weird to consider. Made even weirder by the fact that Gia might actually like him too. Stupid puberty.
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OOC:
All those Saturday
When kids go out and play
Yo I was up in my room
I let the stereo blaze
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