Your CS Pet Pairs? (NEW THREAD)

[Inatae]

{Unnamed} && Scheherazade

These two are cousins, they look too similar to make a romantic pair.

[Desmond]

Paintsplosion and Oops.

The most accident-prone couple to ever exist. xD

[exousia]

@*DJ Wolfy*: Thank you, I shall.






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"Wow.. uhh... I just met this girl and its weird to know she likes me."
He scowled, then smiled.
"But nice to know at the same time."

He grabbed a pen from off the ground and smiled as he wrote beside her scribble and the fixed words, "I like you too" is all he wrote, then a smiley face.

He dropped the book in the doorway and left the pen, which was her pen, by her feet. Basically his plan was to lure her to her book, and read the message he left.

I noticed the pen's sound as it dropped, and turned around. But didnt see Carlise, let alone anyone. I smirked and picked the pen off the ground, then looked up to see my book in the doorway of the math classroom. I dashed towards it and clutched it to my chest, then started flipping through the pages to see if there was any clue to who, if anyone, read it.

Then I saw, in different writing than mine, "I like you too" and a smiley face. The dot on the 'i' itself was a smiley face too.
It had no signature, but I knew it was Carlise. Knowing he likes me too just.. lifts a big weight off my shoulder. Now I can finally live in peace.

Or can I?

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The next day, Carlise bumped into me in the front yard of the campus. It was obviously to get my attention. He started running away, laughing, and doing backflips and frontflips and jumps and twirls and run, jump, and fall trick. He made falling beautiful; I laughed, although I knew it was part of his act to impress me.
As he was about to walk away from the spot he had showed off in, I noticed a shoelace dangling from his shoe. I crept up behind him and stomped onto the shoelace, sending him down to the ground. He fell flat on his face and started yelling "Ow" and "Agh". I didn't expect him to fall.. I actually expected him to turn around and grab me by his hands then send me flying, making ME fall on my face. Lying, I helped him up and lied, "Im so sorry I.. accidentally stepped on your shoelace."
We were good friends now, maybe soon more than that.

He turned around, cupping his face. He started laughing and uncupped his face. A smirk landed across his face, and I knew this wouldnt be good.

He picked me up and swept me across his shoulders, and started running. I smacked and punched his back, although lightly, and started yelling, "Put me down! Put me down!" but he didnt listen.

All he said was, or more like screamed, "You liar! You tripped me on purpose."

And he put me down in the shade then sat next to me. I smirked. "You were asking for it; your shoelace was just dangling around screaming, "Step on me! Step on me!"

He laughed.


[ill continue later]

I loved it Please do continue!

[aquamarine]

I died today.

You got tired of me and took me to the shelter. They were overcrowded and I drew an unlucky number. I am in a black plastic bag in a landfill now. Some other puppy will get the barely-used leash you left. My collar was dirty and too small, but the lady took it off before she sent me to the Rainbow Bridge.

Would I still be at home if I hadn’t chewed your shoe? I didn’t know what it was, but it was leather, and it was on the floor. I was just playing. You forgot to get puppy toys.

Would I still be at home if I had been housebroken? Rubbing my nose in what I did only made me ashamed that I had to go at all. There are books and obedience teachers that would have taught you how to teach me to go to the door.

Would I still be at home if I hadn’t brought fleas into the house? Without anti-flea medicine, I couldn’t get them off of me after you left me in the yard for days.

Would I still be at home if I hadn’t barked? I was only saying, “I’m scared, I’m lonely, I’m here, I’m here! I want to be your best friend.”

Would I still be at home if I had made you happy? Hitting me didn’t make me learn.

Would I still be at home if you had taken the time to care for me and to teach manners to me? You didn’t pay attention to me after the first week or so, but I spent all my time waiting for you to love me and I died today.

Love, Your Puppy

Thanks you all who commented <3

[ThisIsInCode]

The firefly and the moon.
Cookies if you get this reference!

[iPawki]

@aquamarine; ;A; Beautifully written, but so sad. x_____x
@Kitteh :3; I'd really love to read more ^-^''

I haven't posted here in a while...

Rena [♀] | ??? [?]

You captured my attention in the very first paragraph, O_O
I usually don't read all of the stories on here but yours caught me up and held my attention. Marvelous writing! <3
-Khe.

Thank you ^-^ That means a lot to me <'3

[Ranua]

Paintsplosion and Oops.

The most accident-prone couple to ever exist. xD

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[ThisIsInCode]

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Her X Him
I'll have a story, just need to remember the names... It's got spy things in it, and it was really a good idea when I started.

[s y n]

him .&. her


just two starcrossed lovers
spangled across the sky
he went and opened up his mouth
and again he's made her cry


It was so hard to live with him. One minute, he seemed as though he were head over heels for me, and the next he casts me off like I'm worthless. It's stressful, and somedays I tell myself that I can't do it anymore.

But I can't stop it. I can't stop loving him.

No matter what he does, no matter how many of my tears are because of him, I can't stop loving him. I fell without looking, right into the web of a spider looking for easy prey. I tell myself that I'm going to do it. I'm going to tell him that he needs to end his actions or I'll just fall into hating him. But he knows that I can't. I threaten to, but he knows I would never go through with it.

The problem? He's right.

I couldn't ever go through with it. I know I couldn't ever hate him, and so does he. Is that why he doesn't stop? Probably. It feels as though he doesn't even love me half the time, but the other half I adore him so and I just never want to let him go. It's toying with my emotions. He's toying with my emotions. Well, it seems like he is.



I love her more than anything in the world. I'm so not used to the concept of love. As a young boy, I was beaten into believing that weakness was not an option. Love is a weakness, and so it cannot be. Everytime I get close to her I pull away.

She hates it.

I know she does. But I can't stop. I'm afraid of getting too close to her, and because of that I can't allow myself to love her as much as I do. I wish I could explain this to her, but it would only bring us closer together. I'm not trying to hurt her - That's the last thing I want to do. I'd never harm her, physically or emotionally. But by trying to keep her away from me so that we don't get too close, I am hurting her.

And it's killing me.

I die a bit more inside every day. My heart shatters into a few more pieces every time I make her cry. I hate feeling like I'm the predator and she is my prey, but she's just too stubborn. Why can't she just assume that I don't love her and give up on me? I don't know why. It hurts me so much, hurting her. But it's the only way to get her to give up. Maybe if I act badly enough she'll just decide that I'm not worth the time.

And the thought of that kills me, too.

I don't want to be without her. It would twist my insides to see her gazing lovingly with those soft lavender eyes at some other guy. It hurts me to be away from her, even for a few hours. And the thought of her with someone else makes me feel sick to my stomach. But I know that I'm being selfish. This is for her benefit, not mine.



say you're sorry,
that face of an angel comes out
just when you need it to
as i pace back and forth all this time
'cause i honestly believed in you

"Why do you have to be like this?"
I scanned his face, blinking through my tears. "Be like what?" he snapped back with narrowed eyes.
"One minute you adore me, and the next it's like I mean nothing to you!" I sobbed, watching him carefully.
"That's because you don't." he muttered under his breath. It was so convincing... But there was a glint in his eyes that screamed at me, telling me that it wasn't true.
"T-Tell me the truth."
"I am!" he growled. The edge in his voice sounded forced.
"No you aren't! Why are you pretending, Shayde? I can see it in your eyes. You c-care about me, I know you do." I insisted, wiping my eyes with the back of my hand.
"You're... You're in denial."
That hesitation was all I needed.



This was getting hard. How much longer could I keep it up? Everytime I looked at her or heard her voice I felt a pang of guilt electrify my heart. She was starting to see through the facade, and it was only a matter of time. I had to kick it up a bit.
"You mean nothing to me. You're just like all my other girlfriends - A simple pawn for amusement. Once I grow bored, I cast them away. And you've become tiresome. Why can't you just get the fact that I don't love you? I don't care about you. I don't want anything to do with you!" I shouted, forcing that hard, conviction into my voice. It hurt so much to do this to her, but I wasn't just doing it to her. I was doing it for her.
Her eyes softened, more tears overflowing and pouring out. It was as if you could hear her heart breaking, and that only broke me further. "F-Fine. I'll just l-leave you alone!" she sobbed, shoving me out of her way roughly and taking off at a jog through the field.
I watched her until she exited my plane of vision. I swallowed hard, forcing my own tears back. My thoughts were so conflicting. Was I a monster for doing this, or was I being a push toward a better life? Was I being cruel by doing this, or helping her open her eyes to reality? The biggest confliction, though, had to be this:

Which of us was feeling more pain because of this?



holding on, the days drag on
stupid girl
i should've known, i should've known

that i'm not a princess
this ain't a fairytale
i'm not the one you'll sweep off her feet
lead her up the stairwell
this ain't hollywood
this is a small town
i was a dreamer before you went and let me down. . .


A few days had passed, and I missed him like crazy. Everytime I thought of him, I would pull the elastic band around my wrist and let it go, so that I began to associate thoughts of him with pain. It would help me to stop.

Or at least that's what the therapist said.

My mother had checked me into a shrink. She thought I was depressed. The problem? She was right. It's funny how most people know me better than I even know myself. I opened up the door and took a seat, my eyes falling upon the grey-haired old wolf, my lavender eyes on his silver eyes that hid behind round little glasses. "Hello, Dr. Prassus." I murmured dully.
He looked up from his papers with a wide smile. "Ah, Ms. Teil. How are you feeling?"
I shrugged.
"Sad?"
I nodded.
"In emotional pain?"
I nodded.
"Do you miss him?"
And no matter how bad he treated me, I nodded.
Dr. Prassus sighed. She was quite the severe case. Lifeless eyes, red marks encircling her wrist, a few hidden behind that elastic band that she pulled and released often. She made no response to the pain. "So, tell me, Ms. Teil. Have you spoken to him since his blow-up?"
"No."
"Do you want to?"
Hesitation. "Yes." I muttered quietly. I was so stupid. No matter how much he hurt me, I couldn't stop loving him.
"Has he called?"
"Yes."
"How many times?"
"A lot. Over thirty in the last two days."
Dr. Prassus scribbled something down on the paper. "Did you answer any of those calls?"
"No. I really wanted to. . . B-But I didn't."
"Good. You must not answer. You have to get your mind off of him."
I pulled and released the band over and over. It snapped against my wrist, leaving a painful-looking mark. I kept a straight face easily. I couldn't even feel the pain anymore.

The session was finally over an hour later. I slipped into the front seat of my Corvette, my fingers on the band - pull, release, pull, release, pull, release - and shifted into drive. The sights that I normally loved to see on my way home didn't matter to me. It wasn't a sunny day, and I felt as dark and grey as the sky that so blatantly promised rain. Great. Something to remind me of all the tears I'd cried so recently.
My sessions continued regularily. I barely ever felt the slap of that elastic band now. I was hanging out with my friends, and I was finally happy. My last session had been yesterday, and I had just arrived home from a shopping trip with my best friend when there was a knock at the door. I opened it up, and my eyes wandered up to fall upon his face.
"I love y--"
His words were cut off by the clicking of my door as I shut it.


now it's too late for you and your white horse
to come around

[Official-Enjolras]

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