Your CS Pet Pairs? (NEW THREAD)

[Poison Reaper]

Continuing from the old thread :3

Sofia{f}````` ???{m}

".... yeah, that was a awesome party. Thanks for inviting me."

"You sure? We haven't even cut the cake yet."

"Yeah, I'm sure, mum wants me home by one."

"You need a ride then?"

"Naw, my apartment is the street over."

"Alright, don't jaywalk."

"I promise. Bye."

Sofia started walking back home to her apartment after her friend's sister's 7 Birthday party. A butterfly was keeping her happy, so she didn't mind walking. As the lights turned red, the butterfly left. As she jaywalked, seeing she had it down perfectly, she felt like she was being followed. Great, gotta take the long way home. Sofia thought to herself. When she was old enough, her mother wisked her to self-defence classes. She got up to a black belt, and they always said: Iillued your attacker. Anything can be used as a barrier. Sofia zig-zaged in and out of trafic, lalmost colliding with a couple of bikers, but she was alright.As she got to the top of the street, she broke into a run. She hear increasing footsteps behind her. Almost there... She felt a had on her shoulder.
"Isn't it a bit dangerous for a girl like you to be walking on the streets of New York alone?"
And the world went black.


Sofia awoke in a small cell, with her hands bound tightly together. "I demand you release me NOW" Her little voice sqweaked a little. The guard outside just smiled and laughed. "No can do doll. Boss's orders." He said in a gruff voice. "Well, at least tell me where I am imprisoned." She said. "Again, no can do doll. Strict rules from the boss himself. Just shut up, and lay there untill he comes home from his daliy walk." The man said, and huff. "You mean, kidnaping little inniocent girls?" She snarled at the man, seething. He didn't reply, so ethire he agreed with her, or he was asleep. She heard a Clickity-clack of freshly polished shoes comming down the coblestone-lined prison. "Bloodly hell Rupert! Wake up!" The man yelled at the guard. Sofia pretended to be asleep, but she observed the man with her eyes squinting. He was a primped man, freshly gromed and neat. Not a speck of dirt on his pin-stripe suit. After the man was done yelling at Rupert, he turned his attention to her. "Well well well. looks like our little guest has awakened." He said.
Oh yeah, i was up now

[SkySmoke]

Alix (♀) ***************************************************** Ryker (♂)

Alix took her customary seat at the top of the bleachers, in the farthest corner away from everyone else. She hated football games but she had her parents convinced that she had a group of friends, so she had to keep up the illusion. So she came to the football games, she went to dances, she would go to the library for hours on the weekends and say she was at a friends house, anything to keep them from knowing the truth; that she didn’t have, or want, any friends. She was perfectly content being alone. At least that’s what she kept telling herself.
She had been unhappy ever since they had moved to this stupid hole in the wall town in the middle of nowhere. She had been happy in the city. She had fit in in the city. She had friends in the city. Here she was the freak. She refused to change who she was just to fit in, so she played the part of the outcast. She dressed differently than everyone else, and they judged her because of it. She seriously doubted anyone even knew her real name, they mostly just called her freak. She huffed as she absentmindedly spun her rainbow wristband on her wrist. It was the only thing colorful about her; everything else she wore was black and white. Even her eyes were a dark shade of gray.

Ryker watched from a distance as the girl solemnly climbed the bleachers and took her usual spot in the top corner of the stands. He was surrounded by a group of friends but he wasn’t paying any attention to them. He was too busy watching her. He had been intrigued by her from the beginning of the year. The pretty, quiet girl that no one seemed to know anything about. As the year had gone on he realized it was because no one bothered to ask. She was different from anyone in town, and that freaked people out, so they shunned her. He knew she was smart, she was in all advanced placement classes. He had seen her at every football game and dance so far, but she was always alone. He kept waiting for a boyfriend or a group of friends to show up, but no one ever did.
He decided he was tired of wondering about her and got up and weaved his way down the bleachers.

“Ryker! Where are you off to?” One of his friends called.

He waved at them over his shoulder as he headed towards her corner of the bleachers. Alix was so lost in her own thoughts that she didn’t hear him approaching until he was almost in front of her. She looked up to see who was coming to bother her and rolled her eyes at the sigh of him. She didn’t know much about him other than the fact that he hung out with the popular group, his name was Ryker, and he had an annoying habit of always having these two star balloons with him. One was blue and the other was purple. The blue one was the same startling shade of blue as his eyes, and the purple one was just purple, but she had no idea on earth why someone would drag balloons around with them all of the time.

“Hi.” he said quietly as he stopped in front of her, a few rows away. She glared at him.

“What do you want?”

“I just…came to say hi. My name is Ryker. I haven’t met you before, wanted to come introduce myself.”

“Yea, I know your name.”

“Well, I don’t know yours…”

“You could just call me Freak, that’s what all your friends call me, isn’t it?”

“I try not to pay attention to them when they are being stupid, besides, I’m sure your actual name is much prettier than Freak.”

“Its Alix.”

“Nice to meet you Alix. Do you care if I sit down?”

“Not like I could stop you.” She grumbled, scooting all the way to the edge of the bleacher she was on as he sat next to her. “What do you want anyways? Shouldn’t you be hanging out with your friends and hitting on the popular girls or something?”

“That’s over rated. Besides, I see you around school all the time, but I don’t know anything about you.”

“There isn’t anything to know.”

“Sure there is, everyone has a story. Like your wristband. I’ve noticed it’s the only color you wear, there has to be a reason.”

Alix shifted and tucked her arms against her chest so he couldn’t see her wristband anymore, but he continued anyways.

“Or the necklaces you always wear. That one has a heart pendant, I’m sure it has some sort of meaning to. And then there is your name. Alix is an unusual name for a girl, it could be short for something, Alixandrea maybe, or something else. See? There is a lot to know about you.”

“Do you ever shut up?” She snarled at him. She just wanted him to go away.

He blinked at her a few times and she could see laughter in his bright blue eyes, which infuriated her.

“Wait, let me guess, your group of friends made a bet that you could come over here and get me to talk, because I must be so lonely I’d be willing to talk to anyone. That way you could go back over there and you can all laugh about what a freak I am, no wonder I sit all alone. Well you can forget it, I’m not talking to you. You can sit there all you want.”

She crossed her arms tighter against her chest and waited for him to leave. He did the opposite. He leaned back against the bleachers and turned his attention to the game. She waited a few minutes before speaking.

“What does it take for you to go away?”

“For you to have a real reason to want me to go.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, so far, everything you’ve said about me has been wrong. Your reasoning for wanting me to leave is based on the fact that you don’t think I’m here for the right reasons. You’ve been judging me based on the way my friends have been treating you. Which, if you think about it, isn’t that the same thing they have been doing to you? Judging you without knowing you?”

Alix was shocked at his statement and sighed as she realized the truth behind it. She hadn’t been willing to give him a chance because no one had given her one. She looked sideways at him.

“It’s not short for anything. Its just Alix.”

He smiled softly.

“It’s pretty.”

“Thank you. And…I’m sorry.”

“Its okay. Can we try this again?”

She laughed, then nodded, taking his hand as he held it out then laughing at his exaggerated handshake.

“Hi, I’m Ryker, nice to meet you.”

“I’m Alix, its nice to meet you too.”

[sylvre]

No story. xD

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Somehow, they had a cat together. 8D

[antler apathy]

No story. xD

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Somehow, they had a cat together. 8D

This my dear, is most definitely and epic win 8D
<33

[micah]

I'm totally going to finish Sense's story soon, but first--this little story thing.
Whatever it is, if you don't get it, that's okay. It really is.
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Bronze, if I can post something like this [mainly ramblings], please tell me you'll post here more?~~
Your stories aren't boring.


Its soft eyes glare.
They stare.

But he just sits tight, meeting its eyes with a seductive expression, fingers flat. His legs are firm; you could even dare say stiff, but his kind are meant to be limber. They're supposed to gallantly stream through dreams, leaving pools of memories and stardust.
This is what he mightily refuses, he dare set himself apart. Perhaps he is already far off from the rest of us--after all, he is a fallen angel. One of the most wonderful varieties, if he'd only let himself believe it.

Believing is half of the story, half of his life. That half has been broken off. Gone. It's waiting for his return in the dumpster; the crinkled piece of paper is slowly leaving this Earth, but it can't.

Its getting impatient.
It needs to fuel its drive.

He's still sitting, but his eyes don't hold the loving fire anymore. His young--very young--eyelashes curl at its quick lunge, but alas he's not actually here. It flies right through him, soft eyes holding anger. Stray twigs now lay on the ground, along with quickly growing vines. They threaten to take over, but he sits tight. What they offer to take has already been stolen, and he doesn't mind that anymore.

Its eyes flare up.
Now he's gone.



It sits with a nice smile.
Clearly, this fiend isn't in denial.

Now he's standing, but his cheeks feel damp. Is it raining? No--
Darkness quickly covers the small area like a sheet, but his mindset is already dark. Already lurched deep into a hole that it won't ever get out of: not at this rate. Now the figure that kept him company was nowhere to be found, but pitter-patter footsteps were heard. Were they footsteps?

Slowly, he walked forwards, brushing mats of hair from his crystal eyes. Soon his chest bumped into a different one, and he flew back.

Now it's gone.
Leaving him without a dawn...



He steps forwards more, until he sees another man.
But with every blink to wash away a tear, he mimics. Each heaving sigh is perfectly executed, in perfect time, perfect.

This is him, it was always him. It's always him.

[Benzene]

hippie couple :V

[Lennie]

hippie couple :V

this. is. love. <33

[aquamarine]

{{ I can be your hero, baby }}



"Okay, okay, what's my superhero name again?"

The little girl shrieked, tugging at his shirt. "You're The Bright Shiner!"

He smiled, shaking his head. "And what's your name?"

"I'm princess! Come on now, you forgetful old babysitter, let's play!"

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"Olivia! Come on, get your shoes on, it's time to drive to your piano lesson."

She huffed at him as she pulled on her little sneakers and stomped out the door. "My name is PRINCESS."

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As he lifted his eyes and sat up, he felt waves of violent pain crash through his body. His head was pounding, blood roaring in his ears and the sound of ambulance and police car sirens weren't making it any better.

"Excuse sir, we need to know how badly you're hurt from the car crash."

His eyes rolled back into his head in pain. Suddenly, something in his mind clicked and his head snapped up. "Where's Olivia?"

The police officer hesitated. "If you could just let us know if you're hurt--"

The 17 year-old boy grabbed the officer's shoulders. "Where's Olivia?"

He led him to the back of an ambulance, where several paramedics were huddled over the bloody, broken body of a tiny blond girl. Tears poured down his cheeks as he rushed to her side and gently took her hand in his.

"Livi? Olivia? Can you hear me?" His voice got higher as he started to panic and turned to the paramedics. "What's wrong with her?" he cried, terrified.

They glanced at each other. "We're not sure ... though her heart's pumping, she's not responding to anything."

His tears fell onto her body and mixed with her blood as he threw his arms over her and sobbed. Wiping tears from his eyes, he whispered, "Princess?"

Her eyelashes pulsed like a butterfly's wings and her eyes fluttered open.

"Princess. That's me."

[PuddingMonster]

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No story yet X3X

[Lennie]

{{ I can be your hero, baby }}



His tears fell onto her body and mixed with her blood as he threw his arms over her and sobbed. Wiping tears from his eyes, he whispered, "Princess?"

Her eyelashes pulsed like a butterfly's wings and her eyes fluttered open.

"Princess. That's me."

okay, I commented a moment before I know, but I couldn't help but post about this story.
just another example of your incredible writing talents, this is a gorgeous story. :3