Ħσω ∂σ ʏσʋ тακɛ ʏσʋя cσғғɛɛ? { иσт αccɛρтιиɢ }

[flie]

{ bump. }

{ @Hakana -- I hope you get better!! I think I"m catching a cold too >...< }

[winterwonderland.]

{ i will be posting soon }

[flie]

{ DYLANANNROSS }

Dylan smiled at him, not averting her eyes from his, a light blush forming on her cheeks. As their lips touched, her caramel eyes closed, relaxing her shoulders as she melted by his touch.

be d i f f e r e n t ; ;

Outfit; outfit

Boyfriend; Jet <3

Status; Her cold is
going away.

Mood; Excited

With; Jet

Location; Her house


Dylan became somewhat disappointed when he pulled back, wanting to kiss to last longer.

They haven't seen each other in months and she became quite greedy for him. She needed him. Without Jet, her life would have no meaning. She would be like an empty shell walking with no purpose what so ever. She put their foreheads together once again, a cheesy grin on her face. "I'll never leave you, Jet Kirkland. Even if you wanted me to leave, I'll stay by your side forever."

She stayed on his lap, her back now pressed against his chest. When he speaks, she can feel his body vibrating. "Hehe. He's like a vibrating chair."

Her gaze was locked on her boyfriend's eyes as he spoke to her. She smiled brightly, slightly nodding her head. "Of course they aren't here. I'd be too embarrassed if they were." She paused, turning around in his lap, their faces nearly inches apart. "What are we going to do?"

She felt a little pain strike her heart when he mentioned her parents. She has never told anyone that she was an orphan, living alone in this small town. Dylan kept a smile on her face, hiding her painful memories. It's as if she's wearing a mask on top of herself, hiding her emotions like they weren't a big deal.

{ sorry that this post is so short >...< }

[flie]

{ bump. }

[thund3r]

|J e t Kirkland |

•Broken Pianist • • Numb Painter • • Lost Soul •
“Even cowards can endure hardship; only the brave can endure suspense. ”
_________________________________________________________________________________________________________________

J e t
Wearing: [this]
Girlfriend: Dylan <3
Feeling: broken
and concerned for Dylan
Currently: At
Dyaln's house
With: Dylan

A small smiled formed on his lips, his forehead touching hers. His gray eyes lightened a shade as he searched her eyes, memorizing every bit of them from the warmness to how they grew lighter towards the edges."I hope you'll keep that promise Dylan Ross, i love you too much to loose you" he whispered softly, his smile growing slightly "You know, if i had the change, i'd only change one thing about you. Your last name to mine " he laughed softly at his own cheesiness.

He let her sit on his lap for a moment in complete silent, his chin rested lovingly on top on her head, his arms wrapped around her tiny waist casually, so that he could feel every breath she took"Good, now i can whisk you away like a prince on a white horse." he smirked softly, his soft dimples showing on his cheeks. "I'm not going to tell you where we're going. That would ruin the surprise now wouldn't it?" He said in a playful duh-tone, tickling her sides with his long piano-player fingers

he could tell something was up when he asked if Dylan's parents were home. He then realized that he had never met Dyl's parents nor had he ever herd her talk about them. He furred out eyebrows. She had met his parents, his abusive father and drug addict mother, he wanted her to meet them even though they were both monsters. He hugged her tighter to himself, resting his head on the crook of her neck

"Dylan babe, where are your parents?" he asked the question, his voice was tender and understanding. He had a terrible feeling about asking this.

[flie]

{ DYLANANNROSS }

Dylan couldn't help but blush when he said that. Yeah, it was cheesy, but it made a girl's heart race. To be honest, she has always thought about what they will do once they are older, and most of the times she imagines herself married to Jet. She has always loved the sound of Dylan Kirkland, not just because of the uniqueness of the last name, but because it's his last name.

be d i f f e r e n t ; ;

Outfit; outfit

Boyfriend; Jet <3

Status; Her cold is
going away.

Mood; Depressed

With; Jet

Location; Her house




As he holds her close to him, Dylan closes her eyes, a peaceful feeling flowing through her body. It only took him five minutes to make her feel this happy and relaxed. That's another reason why she loves him so. "But I have to know..." she complains, feeling the need to know the surprise. She began laughing when he tickled her, one of her worst weaknesses.

Dylan can feel her heart stop when he mentioned her parents once again. She stay silent for a moment, staring at her folded legs places on his lap. She doesn't want to talk about it. If she does, she'll burst into tears. "Maybe I should tell him..."

"They aren't here anymore. My mother abandoned my father and I and soon after that my father died in a car accident. I don't even know where my mother is or even if she's alive." Under her breathe, she spoke again. "I hope she isn't." That's all she could say. She spoke as fast as she could, trying to distract herself from crying. Dylan hopes that he caught all of that so she wouldn't have to say it again.

[thund3r]

|J e t Kirkland |

•Broken Pianist • • Numb Painter • • Lost Soul •
“Even cowards can endure hardship; only the brave can endure suspense. ”
_________________________________________________________________________________________________________________

J e t
Wearing: [this]
Girlfriend: Dylan <3
Feeling: broken
and concerned for Dylan
Currently: At
Dyaln's house
With: Dylan

[flie]

ｄｙｌａｎ ann ｒｏｓｓ
And I had a dream that you were with me, it wasn't my fault

be d i f f e r e n t ; ;

Outfit; outfit

Boyfriend; Jet <3

Status; Has a cold
and is staying at home.

Mood; Depressed

With; Jet

Location; Her house

The brunette's face dimmed down as she nodded to his question. "Yeah... ever since I was eight..." She couldn't keep the tears from rolling down her face as she buried her head in his shirt, trying to stop the crying. Dylan struggled to keep her sobbing quiet, taking breaks as she tried to stop. It hurt her. It hurt her so much. Her eyes were shut tight as she hid her face from him, though her tears may ruin his shirt.

She remembered he day her mother left. Her mother had kicked her and told her to scram. She shut slammed the door as hard as she could while her father was still at work. The next day, her mother came back to the house just to tell her husband that she had signed the divorce papers and that she even forged his name. She also slapped him as hard as she could with her suitcase and fled their small house, taking most of ex-husband's money with her.

Her father had told her that her mother was a drug addict and that she only wanted the money for cocaine. She tried to force the money out of him years ago but he wouldn't let her leave her child at such a young age. He told Dylan that him and her mother had made a deal. By the time Dylan moves out of the house, her mother can leave with all of the money she wants and go rot in an alley in New York. But her mother wanted drugs so badly that she forgot all about her family. Dylan's father decided that Dylan shouldn't even think about her messed up mother and that the two could have fun all by themselves. Little did he know that he would die shortly afterwards.

Dylan stopped crying after Jet had spoken, his words going through her mind over and over again. "Does that mean we'll live together...?" She thinks as she stares up at him, thankful that she doesn't wear mascara. Without thinking, Dylan leans up and presses her cold lips against his, her heart pounding faster than ever. When she pulled back, she spoke at nearly a whisper. "I love you, but you don't have to if you don't want to."

[winterwonderland.]

❄ ȶ օ ɾ ɨ ❄

ᴍᴏᴏᴅ: cheerful
ʟᴏᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ: outside
ᴡɪᴛʜ: ashten
ʀᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴsʜɪᴘ: single
ᴡᴇᴀʀɪɴɢ: this - a baggy black sweater with jeans and boots

A vibration erupted in her bag, so Tori shuffled through the haphazard of carelessly tossed stuff with crossed fingers in hope that the text would be from Ashten. When her hand emerged with a sapphire phone, she smiled at the glowing screen, and the words that appeared. Without bothering to reply, she tossed her phone back into her pocket and quickened her pace. It was always better to speak in person than across an electronic device, so her boots continued to leave a trail of white imprints in the snow until she was standing in front of the glass door, the front entrance to Starbucks. Tori pushed the silver handle and listened to the ringing bells set off a melody to the store. Seeing the cashier she was acquainted with and befriended, she flashed a smile in her direction, but an even greater one appeared on her lips when her gaze settled on Ashten. Tori made her way towards him and greeted with a bright smile and sparkling sea blue eyes, "Hey, Ash." She took a seat beside him, wrapped her freezing pale hands around the warm sides of her coffee, and added apologetically though her voice was still full of cheer, "Sorry if I woke you up early. Stupid remodeling again."

For some time, the morning renovations stirred her from her sleep, so she texted Ashten and woke up him up like a chain reaction. Tori knew she and her boyfriend were not morning people, so a stop off at the coffee shop was something they enjoyed doing often. Although it was usually later in the day, she knew he did not mind since he was, well, Ashten. He was someone who cared for her and understood her more than her family could, and that meant something. Therefore, she continued to date him despite her brother, mother, and even her friends' objections. "So do anything interesting before I got here?" Tori asked as she took a sip of Cafe au Lait melting in her mouth.

{ bit of writer's block }

[thund3r]

|J e t Kirkland |

•Broken Pianist • • Numb Painter • • Lost Soul •
“Even cowards can endure hardship; only the brave can endure suspense. ”
_________________________________________________________________________________________________________________

J e t
Wearing: [this]
Girlfriend: Dylan <3
Feeling: broken
and concerned for Dylan
Currently: At
Dyaln's house
With: Dylan

Jet rubbed small circles on her back with his hand, he could tell she needed time to think. Even though remembering hurt it was often the way to getting better. "It's alright baby, i still love you, i won't leave" he whispered softly in her ear, he wanted her to know he wouldn't ever leave her. She needed him as much as he needed her. To the point of madness

He recalled his own parents back at the house. he knew his father would be outraged when he got back, he'd probably strike him across the face again, or maybe he'd use the poker from the fireplace again. His mother wouldn't know what was going on due to the amount of drugs she was one and his sister would probably be off with her flavor of the week and would come home with a new boy the next week. He lived in a messed up family.

But he wasn't much better, he was a smoker and often drank too, he had a short temper had taken it out on her poor loving girlfriend more then once. Why did Dylan still want him? Even he didn't know. All he knew is that they needed each other.

Before he had time to speak to her once more she had leaned up catching her lips with his own, he closed his cold eyes and let the kiss take him to another world without this pain. But soon the kiss was over and he was looking down at the girl he loved so much. A small cold laugh escaped his lips. "Well i sure as hell don't wanna live at my house anymore" he said, a sick and twisted almost joke. "If you don't want me here i guess i could pull it out for a few more months" he said softly. He spoke to her delicately like if he said the wrong word she might shatter like china glass.