Your CS Pet Pairs? (NEW THREAD)

[the bad wolf]

@Giggle: Love!
c&f: Teehee. Ironic.

Last filler, I promise! Then the best parts come along. *Continued from old thread*

Jace(m)xShayla(f)

Have you ever had a best friend?
One that kept your secrets,
One that kept your deepest dreams and fears,
'Like a well loved diary?
I did once.
That friend ship that only comes once in a lifetime.
Because no matter the fights and tears,
They always come back
My best friend was a girl
Wrong, back then
But I wouldn't trade her for the world
She was a good person
She was my Shayla

My adopted sister, my protector
I loved her, I promise
Even if we did fight
We became closer everytime

The boy flipped his bangs out of his green eyes, watching as his sister ran across the yard. Her arms swung hard at her heaving sides, mouth open into a scream. "Cicada! Cicada! Ci-ca-da!" Her long, brunette ringletts flew in the wind.

Jace chuckled, leaning against an oak tree for support. The bark dug into his skin, but it didn't hurt. Just pricked. Besides, it was to funny watching the girl. Shayla had always hated cicadas, with their beady eyes and hissing ways. Well, he didn't blame her. Nasty little boogers... And they pinched onto your legs. Eww.

Anywho, his phone vibrated. Looking down at the bright screen, he saw it was from his best friend, Jerry. The boy grinned, flipping his hair again before clicking Open. Yes, they had been texting for hours, but who cared? A thirteen year old boy loved his phone. Especially if it had unlimited minutes. Oh yeah...

So, hw iz it lvn w/ a grl? Jace sighed, glancing up at a shrieking Shayla before going back to his phone. Yes, he hated text talking, and barely understood it, but no one else seemed to find grammer important. Sigh. Oh well. Going back to the small phone, his sore thumbs flew across the keyboard. What do you mean?

As he waited, the teen watched as his sister wrapped her thin arms around another tree with a squeal. Why she reacted that way, no one would ever know. Then his silver phone made his hand tickle. With a slight titter, he looked at the new text. itz nc if shs ur gf wich sh mst b Jace jumped a little. Then his green eye's shot up to Shayla. She was now racing over to him and, without warning, tackled him to the ground. The way she did made their faces about an inch apart from each other. The girl panted lightly, eye's wide. "Their after me!"

But he paid no attention to that. Instead, Jace studied the features he'd never noticed before. Like Shayla had a very few brown freckles speckled on her nose. Or that her green eye's sparkled when she was happy. Or that she had a cute giggle. Or that she- "Jace! What are you looking at? Do I have a cicada in my hair?!' She hopped up again, fratically hitting at her hair.

The teen grinned before going back to his phone. No, she's not. She's pretty and smart, but she's only a friend. Jace shut his phone before hopping to his feet, sneakers squeaking lightly. Shayla trotted over to him, arm's crossed over her heart. Her eye's were narrowed, and they were half shut. Typical angry look. "Keep that up, and I won't keep you up to date with my life!"

There was an awkward silence.
"No more funny stories."
Jace raised an eyebrow.
"I won't tell you about my new boyfriend."

Somehow, that hit the older brother in the stomach. Hard. Ugh, he'd never felt this way before. Well, his little sis never had a boyfriend before. It wasn't jealousy, it wouldn't be. It was... Brother care. Yeah. That's it. Oh well.

"Ick. Does he have any tattoos?"
"Oh yeah."

Son of a-

I, personally, like the ending.

[aquamarine]

@WaterLily: Lovely Lily, just when I think you've done it all in the writing world ... you pull out something like that.

[the bad wolf]

@WaterLily: Lovely Lily, just when I think you've done it all in the writing world ... you pull out something like that.

You have no idea what this means to me. But the next part's a lot better, trust me. Which is being typed up now...

[flashlight reveries~]

@Giggle: Love!
c&f: Teehee. Ironic.

Last filler, I promise! Then the best parts come along. *Continued from old thread*

Jace(m)xShayla(f)

Have you ever had a best friend?
One that kept your secrets,
One that kept your deepest dreams and fears,
'Like a well loved diary?
I did once.
That friend ship that only comes once in a lifetime.
Because no matter the fights and tears,
They always come back
My best friend was a girl
Wrong, back then
But I wouldn't trade her for the world
She was a good person
She was my Shayla

My adopted sister, my protector
I loved her, I promise
Even if we did fight
We became closer everytime

The boy flipped his bangs out of his green eyes, watching as his sister ran across the yard. Her arms swung hard at her heaving sides, mouth open into a scream. "Cicada! Cicada! Ci-ca-da!" Her long, brunette ringletts flew in the wind.

Jace chuckled, leaning against an oak tree for support. The bark dug into his skin, but it didn't hurt. Just pricked. Besides, it was to funny watching the girl. Shayla had always hated cicadas, with their beady eyes and hissing ways. Well, he didn't blame her. Nasty little boogers... And they pinched onto your legs. Eww.

Anywho, his phone vibrated. Looking down at the bright screen, he saw it was from his best friend, Jerry. The boy grinned, flipping his hair again before clicking Open. Yes, they had been texting for hours, but who cared? A thirteen year old boy loved his phone. Especially if it had unlimited minutes. Oh yeah...

So, hw iz it lvn w/ a grl? Jace sighed, glancing up at a shrieking Shayla before going back to his phone. Yes, he hated text talking, and barely understood it, but no one else seemed to find grammer important. Sigh. Oh well. Going back to the small phone, his sore thumbs flew across the keyboard. What do you mean?

As he waited, the teen watched as his sister wrapped her thin arms around another tree with a squeal. Why she reacted that way, no one would ever know. Then his silver phone made his hand tickle. With a slight titter, he looked at the new text. itz nc if shs ur gf wich sh mst b Jace jumped a little. Then his green eye's shot up to Shayla. She was now racing over to him and, without warning, tackled him to the ground. The way she did made their faces about an inch apart from each other. The girl panted lightly, eye's wide. "Their after me!"

But he paid no attention to that. Instead, Jace studied the features he'd never noticed before. Like Shayla had a very few brown freckles speckled on her nose. Or that her green eye's sparkled when she was happy. Or that she had a cute giggle. Or that she- "Jace! What are you looking at? Do I have a cicada in my hair?!' She hopped up again, fratically hitting at her hair.

The teen grinned before going back to his phone. No, she's not. She's pretty and smart, but she's only a friend. Jace shut his phone before hopping to his feet, sneakers squeaking lightly. Shayla trotted over to him, arm's crossed over her heart. Her eye's were narrowed, and they were half shut. Typical angry look. "Keep that up, and I won't keep you up to date with my life!"

There was an awkward silence.
"No more funny stories."
Jace raised an eyebrow.
"I won't tell you about my new boyfriend."

Somehow, that hit the older brother in the stomach. Hard. Ugh, he'd never felt this way before. Well, his little sis never had a boyfriend before. It wasn't jealousy, it wouldn't be. It was... Brother care. Yeah. That's it. Oh well.

"Ick. Does he have any tattoos?"
"Oh yeah."

Son of a-

I, personally, like the ending.

Can you just give us the end already? *flails angrily*
<3

[iPawki]

@Waterlily; Lovely pairing, lovely story. o3o
@Benzene; I absolutely adore this pairing; the colors match perfectly. Great use of the items~


Victoria [♀] | Jane [♀]

It was raining that day.

Weary gray eyes met a pair of emerald-green ones; two woman, cold and tired, sat across each other in a small coffee shop.
A regular passerby would have regarded this scene as a simple conversation between two friends that hadn't seen each other in a while; truth be told, the conversation had started as such, but in time the chat had slowly strayed from the norm.

The younger woman, Jane, had looked at her old friend and had begun talking.
"Well, Victoria, you've lost some color over the years."

"And you're still looking young, of course."

They sat in a slow, awkward silence; the two of them sipped their warm drinks as they listened to the chatter of the rain outside, feeling safe in the tiny shop. Suddenly, Victoria raised her eyes to look at her friend, her gaze filled with a certain comprehension that very few young people can feel, or acknowledge. A small, spreading smile formed on her lips as she spoke, her eyes gleaming gently.

"I don't suppose you called me here only to remark on how my age is affecting my appearance?"

The younger woman shuffled uncomfortably in her chair, lowering her gaze slightly.
"No, I didn't."

"Of course not. Now, what seems to be bothering you, my dear?"

Jane cleared her throat, quietly digging out a letter from her pocket.
"You see... it's a problem concerning..." She trailed off, choking on her words.

Victoria's eyes twinkled as she laughed softly.
"You've always been a silly girl, Jane. This is what I've always liked about you."

"What... what do you mean?"

"You're here to kill me, aren't you? By all means, go ahead."

She looked at her old friend, and saw the face of a little girl who had grown up under the influence of an assassin, one who had been taught to kill-- one, who, at that moment, wore a shocked look upon her face.
Victoria, amused by her display, continued her laughter.

"You've said so yourself, my dear; I've grown old. Why not finish the job for me?"

[it wasn't supposed to be that bad... D:]

[lululizzy23]

{{ 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."

---------

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."

That's a sweet story (:

[the bad wolf]

Thank you everyone. Usually, I only post one every computer round, but I can't sleep again...

Jace(m)xShayla(f)

Have you ever had a best friend?
One that kept your secrets,
One that kept your deepest dreams and fears,
'Like a well loved diary?
I did once.
That friend ship that only comes once in a lifetime.
Because no matter the fights and tears,
They always come back
My best friend was a girl
Wrong, back then
But I wouldn't trade her for the world
She was a good person
She was my Shayla
My adopted sister, my protector
I loved her, I promise
Even if we did fight
We became closer everytime

Shayla(f)xJace(m)

Shayla, oh Shayla
Where did I go wrong?
I took great care with your sanity
But it truely wasn't enough...

Walking into the house, Jace knew something was wrong right off the bat. His sister was not curled up on their old couch, covered in hidden soda stains and memories, watching Scrubs reruns, something she'd picked up two years ago. And further investigation showed she seemed to be nowhere. Finally, after checking every nook and cranny possible, he came to her room. Her door, painted pink with flowers, was closed. And locked.

This was against house rules. They had been made after Shayla had been brought into their family. You weren't allowed to lock doors. Locked doors held secret. Anyways, he jiggled the door handle, which usually popped the lock. Nothing. Sighing, he rapped a row of pale knuckles against the wood. "Open up."

No reply. That meant something was wrong. She had promised to always open the door for him. Except not after eleven clock. House rules. The fifteen year old boy, knowing things could be very, very bad in their, pulled a stray paper clip from his pocket. Thank god that he'd gotten bored in English and had bent it every which way. Kneeling down, he put the metal into the keyhole, jiggling it carefully. Then there was a satisfying click! Taking a deep breath, he opened the door, ready for the worst.

But there was nothing wrong. No, literally. Shayla was nowhere in sight. Her rainbow covers were ruffled, as every morning. Things scattered on the floor, forgotten. Her cat, Baby, given to her from her icky boyfriend, slept on a pillow soundlessly. But there was one thing. The window was open.

Now usually, this wasn't a problem in a home. But a sweetgum tree grew right outside, making an easy escape. Though this wasn't against house rules, it was against moral. Jogging over to the open pane, he stuck his head out carefully. She had left. How, he didn't know, since the girl had never been the best climber.

Closing the window, for Baby's sake, Jace ran out of the room and down the stairs. His sneakers made a dull thud against the wood, matching his fear. Why would she do that? He opened the front door before going out. But where to find her? Then one place came to mind...
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Shayla was there. She almost always was. No, not at her parent's grave, that was corny. She was on an icline, brown ringletts like waves on the grass. Her green eye's were red, swollen, and blood shot. Her hair clung together with dry tears. Pale hands folded on her Abercrombie shirt.

Jace sat next to her, worry in his eyes. "Shay, what's wrong?" This was followed by a long silence. Then a hoarse reply came.

"Everything."

The other teen laughed, laying right next to her. Their legs touched, their arms, hips. It was like Second grade again, when they were just friends, not siblings. He looked at her blotchy cheek, since she refused to look him in the eye. "Not everything can be wrong." He replied, taking her hand in his. "You have me."

She jerked her hand back, sitting up suddenly. Jace followed, a look of confusion and hurt on his face. Shayla's voice was harsh, like a barbed whip. "That's not what I meant and you know it!" At this, the girl buried her face in her hands.

Now the boy was worried. Extremely worried. Ever since her parents had died, Shay had never been a crier. Even when she broke her arm. Scooting closer, he put a gangly arm around her sagged shoulders. "You can tell me. I may not be a girl, but I understand my sister's feelings."

She replied. She really did. But it was more muffled then a muzzled dog. "Come again?" The girl replied, yet again, but louder. But still muffled. That's when Jace got ticked. "Get your hands off your mouth and tell me!"

"I'm pregnant, alright?" It was a cry. An honest to god cry that escaped her mouth. "Is that what you want to hear, Jace? That I screwed up, and now I have to deal with something that's going to ruin my life?" She then looked down at the grass, obviously shamed.

There was no way. There was absolutely no way. There was no way she could be pregnant. She knew better. Jace shook lightly, as if cold. But his balled fists revealed differently. This was pure fury. Not at the girl crying, no, but at the idiot who knocked her up.

The teen stood up, but was immediately pulled back down. "Don't!" Looking at Shayla's tearstained face, it was obvious she was torn up about it. Who wouldn't be. "It's my fault too. Please Jay. I just need someone to hold me, and tell me everything's going to be ok. Please."

Hesitantly, Jace wrapped his arm's around her neck, feeling her head lay heavily on his shoulder. He laid his head on her shoulder, murmuring lightly. "Shh. Everything's going to be ok. I'm here. Don't cry, Shay...."

They didn't know the hell she would pay at home. They didn't know that her boyfriend would leave her. All they knew is that she needed comfort and love, and he had both. But, Jace did think one thing.

How is she going to do this?

(Yay for suprises!)

[alas,]

Waterlily@; My God, you're a genius! OuO Beautiful writing, can't wait to see what's next. <3

[Solfeggio]

-sits on new thread- Mustn't lose track of this~ <3

And so I'm not off topic, my dear Halo has finally found the love of his life:

Now if only I could find a suitable name for her >w>

[Vanilla Twilight.]

-sits on new thread- Mustn't lose track of this~ <3

And so I'm not off topic, my dear Halo has finally found the love of his life:

Now if only I could find a suitable name for her >w>

I really love this paing, a lot actually. Maybe Dust? A softer name would seem nice.