Your CS Pet Pairs? (NEW THREAD)

[thebluberry.]

xxx
{The Girl xxx The Boy}
{Gorgeous Unpopular Girl xxx Popular Jerk}
{Carter xxx Beck}

Carter
A smile flickers across my face as I sit at lunch alone, again. No, I'm not smiling at the fact that I'm alone, I'm smiling because he is sitting one table over. I quickly wipe my stupid grin off my face when his black hair whips around as one of his block-headed buddies pointed me out. I look down and start picking at my food, secretly glancing up at his face. His perfect black hair laid over his swirling gold eyes, that were perfectly complemented by his caramel skin. Our eyes meet for a moment, and I smile sheepishly as he rolls his eyes and gives me a dirty look before turning back to his food. Soon he is standing, and I wait for the rest of his friends stand too, but they never do. They all seem to be sniggering as he turns around. I notice the one detail that not many others would, a quick flicker of annoyance crosses his face before he replaces it with one of his angelic smiles. My heart starts beating more quickly as I realize it was at me, he had smiled at me. While my brain tries to process this, he strides over and sits right across from me. I grin stupidly as I try to take in his features, Excuse me miss, but my friends and I couldn't help but notice you looking at me earlier, so I'll just come out and say this, do you like me? I looked at him and nodded slowly. He smiled again, Well then, what is your name, pretty miss? I blush and mutter, "Carter." He smiles at me again, What a beautiful name, he says before holding out his hand. I realize I am supposed to take it and clasp it tightly. He helps me up and picks up my bag for me, slinging it over his shoulder with ease. He smiles down at me an together we walk out of the cafeteria. This moment would be perfect if I could just get rid of the feeling that was telling me, no yelling at me, saying that this wasn't going to end well.

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Okay so I may continue this, but how does it sound so far, I am trying to improve my writing, so please be honest.

Continued
Carter
I couldn't have been happier my arm linked in his, as we sat under the big oak tree in the middle of school. By then my instinct had started to fade, or I had gotten used to it, either way, I was here, with Beck, and I was loving it. I sat curled up next to him, and he said, You are a gorgeous creature Carter, but I feel like I don't know you... Tell me everything. So I do, "I have liked you forever, well really since first grade when we were in the same class. Everyone worshipped you, it was like you were king or something, I smile remembering that year. I continue, "Anyways, I love the color maroon, I don't really have any friends, my older brother is really my only friend, your friends scare me, and I have been wishing you'd notice me for a while now," I finish with a tiny hint of red burning on my cheeks. I look at him, and then nervously around to see if any of the popular girls are near by. I slowly start to relax more, and he begins to stroke my hair, when a question pops into my mind, before I can stop myself it rolls off my tongue, "Don't you have a girlfriend?" I watch him closely and for a second his eyes get a distant look in them and he says, No, we just broke up. "Sorry," I mutter and continue watching some point in the distance. He turns me around, and before I can say anything, he leans in and kisses me. I kiss him back hungrily, as his warm lips press against mine, as my eyes flutter closed I catch a glimpse of the Queen of the populars, Kylie, Beck's old girlfriend, as her head disappears around the corner of a building, a smug grin all over her face. Suddenly, like a punch in the gut, that terrible feeling returns.

~~~

Sorry, all I can write for now, will try again tomorrow...

[asexual]

xxx
{The Girl xxx The Boy}
{Gorgeous Unpopular Girl xxx Popular Jerk}
{Carter xxx Beck}

Carter
A smile flickers across my face as I sit at lunch alone, again. No, I'm not smiling at the fact that I'm alone, I'm smiling because he is sitting one table over. I quickly wipe my stupid grin off my face when his black hair whips around as one of his block-headed buddies pointed me out. I look down and start picking at my food, secretly glancing up at his face. His perfect black hair laid over his swirling gold eyes, that were perfectly complemented by his caramel skin. Our eyes meet for a moment, and I smile sheepishly as he rolls his eyes and gives me a dirty look before turning back to his food. Soon he is standing, and I wait for the rest of his friends stand too, but they never do. They all seem to be sniggering as he turns around. I notice the one detail that not many others would, a quick flicker of annoyance crosses his face before he replaces it with one of his angelic smiles. My heart starts beating more quickly as I realize it was at me, he had smiled at me. While my brain tries to process this, he strides over and sits right across from me. I grin stupidly as I try to take in his features, Excuse me miss, but my friends and I couldn't help but notice you looking at me earlier, so I'll just come out and say this, do you like me? I looked at him and nodded slowly. He smiled again, Well then, what is your name, pretty miss? I blush and mutter, "Carter." He smiles at me again, What a beautiful name, he says before holding out his hand. I realize I am supposed to take it and clasp it tightly. He helps me up and picks up my bag for me, slinging it over his shoulder with ease. He smiles down at me an together we walk out of the cafeteria. This moment would be perfect if I could just get rid of the feeling that was telling me, no yelling at me, saying that this wasn't going to end well.

~~~
Okay so I may continue this, but how does it sound so far, I am trying to improve my writing, so please be honest.

Continued
Carter
I couldn't have been happier my arm linked in his, as we sat under the big oak tree in the middle of school. By then my instinct had started to fade, or I had gotten used to it, either way, I was here, with Beck, and I was loving it. I sat curled up next to him, and he said, You are a gorgeous creature Carter, but I feel like I don't know you... Tell me everything. So I do, "I have liked you forever, well really since first grade when we were in the same class. Everyone worshipped you, it was like you were king or something, I smile remembering that year. I continue, "Anyways, I love the color maroon, I don't really have any friends, my older brother is really my only friend, your friends scare me, and I have been wishing you'd notice me for a while now," I finish with a tiny hint of red burning on my cheeks. I look at him, and then nervously around to see if any of the popular girls are near by. I slowly start to relax more, and he begins to stroke my hair, when a question pops into my mind, before I can stop myself it rolls off my tongue, "Don't you have a girlfriend?" I watch him closely and for a second his eyes get a distant look in them and he says, No, we just broke up. "Sorry," I mutter and continue watching some point in the distance. He turns me around, and before I can say anything, he leans in and kisses me. I kiss him back hungrily, as his warm lips press against mine, as my eyes flutter closed I catch a glimpse of the Queen of the populars, Kylie, Beck's old girlfriend, as her head disappears around the corner of a building, a smug grin all over her face. Suddenly, like a punch in the gut, that terrible feeling returns.

~~~

Sorry, all I can write for now, will try again tomorrow...

I am quite intrigued. I can't wait to read more c:

[val velocity]

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you use to carry me around, drag me in the dirt, chew on my ears, tell me your secrets, but you stopped.
why?
you use to tell me you loved me and you would hug me.
when you were scared you choked me, i use to hate it, but i want the pain now.

my button eyes are growing dark, my stuffing is gone and im on a shelf alone.
i thought you loved me?

i use to soar high in your grubby paws grinding on my stained pelt.
now sit alone in a room building dust until someone else will have a heart like you to love an ugly creature like me.

where did you go long lost friend?
the times are hard i know,but your making me feel so useless, when you come back, i won't be here to take the free space you don't care about.
im sorry for not being helpful, dear friend.

[alas,]

previous part : introduction

it has been .. far too long. ;-;
I am back to redeem myself, hopefully with a series of some sort c:

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[ peyton & adam ]

You see, I wasn't the girl whom would be standing on the middle of the room, spotlight on me with eyes glinting. My dress wouldn't be flowing, a beautiful shade of green to compliment my forest dark eyes. No, my teeth wouldn't be as pure, pearly white and I sure as hell wouldn't be on the stage singing my heart out, strong voice quivering the air. In fact, it'd be funny to see me out of my torn hand-me-down jeans and even a plastic, frugal necklace. I am not the outgoing type. I am isolated and warm under the blankets I hide under at night, to shut out from the world, to hide safely in a cotton haven.

But the moment I heard that voice, that was so thick and cool that if you could put it in a beaker and sell it you'd be a millionaire, I transformed. I hardly knew who I was before his calm and collected figure showed up at the administrative desk in our high-school's office, let alone now. I had been sitting in a seating area, waiting for the nurse to return from her lunch break. He had shown up late--it was his first day in the middle of the school year--because he was a new student and found himself lost driving here. It was a Friday, and I was exhausted and totally and entirely done with the day, so I was faking a stomach flu. The nurse (if you could even dub her so) didn't care about your condition, she'd just have you call home and notify parents of your illness and you could either drive to your residence or have family come and pick you up. I was going to go home and curl up in my blankets.

"Yes, sorry I'm late," the boy had said, eyes gently gazing at the secretary. She was a fill-in for Mrs. Dourti, the regular drab secretary, and was very young, probably no more that twenty-five. She melted with his presence.

"Right, that's perfectly fine. It's your first day, you said? I'm sure we can convince the board to cut you some slack," she smiled, flashing those shiny teeth I never grasped the concept of. "Now anyways, here's your schedule, and you have...Mr. Gyngrich for fifth period. You can refer to the map on that wall or-", she looked at me, "dear, are you waiting for something? Do you think you could take, uhm..."

"Adam," he assisted.

"Yes, Adam, to Mr. Gyngrich's room?" She cocked her head slightly, and raised her eyebrows as if she knew she was either doing me a favour, or torturing me. Adam half-grinned and shrugged his shoulders in apology.

"Sure," I hesitated to whisper, "follow me..."

I stood, retreating from the office and the young administrative assistant, leaving behind all hopes of leaving school early. I didn't really mind guiding Adam around school, actually I was happy to. I hardly have friends at my high-school, for I find our generation all a little overrated and frightening. Sure I have my close, tight-knit group of friends, but that's it. No boys, no short-short girls at my sides, just me; Peyton. So when I have a chance with a guy, even though I am terribly shy, it relieves me. I'm not that lonely...

"Sorry you have to do this, and ditch whatever you were doing. I appreciate it." I turned around to face him in the hall.

"Oh, no, it's fine. I was just waiting for the nurse to get back. Not like I'm sick or anything, just, hookie I guess." I chuckled at myself a little, surprised at my openness toward him. He laughed back, flashing straight, glimmering teeth at me. It was a light, happy laugh. A bit forced but not over the top. He was trying to be nice.

You see, I was never "that girl". I was just a nobody in a sea of somebodys. But him? He made me want to run to the store to buy teeth whiteners, new Covergirl makeup, and a gorgeous, streaming green dress to accent my eyes. I had never fit in before. I just sat in the corner, doodling in my notebook. Now, even though the only exchange was in the hallways of a boring high-school, I wanted to dance and sing and be put under a light so everyone could know:

This boy, Adam?
Yeah. He's mine.

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continue ? c:

chapter o n e
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[ peyton & adam ]

I perched on the auditorium's stage, solitary and too hot for comfort. I rubbed my forehead, a headache boring into my skull there. I sighed. This was my Acting 3 period, although all the other students were putting on a play at another school. I had been tardy this morning, and missed the beginning of this class. So I huffed angrily and trudged to an empty, familiar room where I could sit and listen to the ominous silence and burn up on the abnormal heat of the world.

I wasn't much of a singer, but I could act. I didn't start my acting classes in school unless my junior year, this year, but I had taken outside curriculum that I enjoyed. I was just never sure what all the students would think of me, the girl who always seemed like she was too shy for anyone's good, but the truth was to me, all the other people were shy. Too shy to talk to the weird, isolated female over there in the corner...they were the shy ones. I had skipped the other levels of acting because it they were too slow an basic. Even Acting 3 was pointless to me, but it was an easy A and I couldn't complain. Therefore I sucked up my boredom and slacked with everything else because if I actually made it on time to performances, half of our grades, I'd get an A+. Every single time.

But the random moment he barged into the auditorium, I knew even my actress' mask wouldn't hide my surprise and anxiety that seeped through for long.

"Excuse me, is this Acting 3? I'm new and this is a class I'm i-...oh...I'm sorry, I think I have the wrong auditorium," Adam shouted across the room, with a tinge of embarrassment in his voice. Not like he really cared, for I should be the embarrassed one, sulking in a vacant schoolroom.

"There's only one auditorium in our school," I said, "but no. This is the right one, Acting 3 only went on a full-day trip to another school to show their drama."

"Then why are you still here if you know they aren't?" He asked, letting the door slip from his fingers and close. He paced to the stage where I sat as I answered.

"I was late this morning, so I a bit of first period. Enough to miss the bus ride to the other high-school, anyway. But it's okay, I have an understudy," I lied. It wasn't okay, in fact I was pissed, but I held it in, trying my best to use my acting skills to hide my frustration. It didn't work; He saw right through me as if I was fire.

"But isn't this Acting 3? Man, I'd be pissed."

My thoughts exactly, I thought before answering: "Hah, I suppose. Are you going to come to this class alone, or will I have to walk you to it tomorrow?" That was when he realized who I was.

"Oh hey! You're the chick who directed me to fifth period!"

"Looks like you're catching on," I grinned sarcastically. I had to admit, I don't really hate my smile; What I hate is the fact that everybody else obsesses over theirs. Once I tried to picture school with out pearls for teeth, but I couldn't. Honestly I don't hate much about my appearance. I am a decent-looking high-school girl, and I don't cake my face with foundation and stupid thick eyeliner. It was in sixth grade when I decided I didn't care anymore (that may be a better explanation to why I like what I look like rather than actually looking good), that an outcast was better than a fake pupil of some overrated prep-club. I smirked at the memory. "What else is on your schedule?" He looked down at the paper in his hand.

"Uhh, Acting 3, Spanish 3, Astronomy, Honours Algebra 2, Early World History 1, Painting 3, and English," he was specific and seemed proud of his list. I respected that.

"You an artist then?" He chuckled, and looked at the ground avoiding my curious gaze.

"I'm getting there," then he looked up at me. His brown eyes pierced into my soul, and for a second I forgot all about sixth grade, and reached up to fix my tangled curly hair. It was such an honest, humble statement that I felt I would never be as good as him.

Is that strange? Two days and you're already jealous?
I stood up.

"Good luck, Adam," I said, hoping my eyes were shining bright as his.

"Thanks," he whispered.

[Steffi.]

Maxx & Glorian
♀ & ♂
The Stupid Puppet and the Ruler of his Own World

When I first saw her, I had to scoff a little. She was on the end of a leash, a human on the leading end. A purple collar signified that she belonged to someone, that she had no freedom. Her big chocolate eyes portrayed no worry or fear; why would they when she had a human to protect her?

She was pathetic. Just a little marionette in the end of her master's string.

I was beautiful. My colours, though they should clash, were so lovely that nobody could take their eyes off me or forget me. I made my own choices, did as I pleased, and I loved every second. I was glorious, no, better; I was Glorian.

Yet her happiness intrigued me. How could one be so happy when they had no control over themselves? Surely her gladness must be a charade. So I decided to ask her.

When her human went about its humanly duties, leaving her alone for a short period of time, I approached her. She just looked at me with her wide, brown eyes, and sniffed me curiously.

"My dear girl, doesn't it pain you to have no freedom? Have you no shame from being tied up to wait for you human? Have you no pride at all?" I demanded of her. But she did not answer. Just continued to stare curiously at me, like I was something new to her.

And of course, I was.

"I see. You've been chained for too long. You are too stupid for speech! Well, I refuse to be with those incapable of understanding basic words, and so I leave you!" I huffed, walking away. She said nothing, for she knew no words to sat it with, and just continued to watch me, confused in her own dumb little mind.

Yet, I continued to watch her. Everyday, she would walk past with her human, be tied up for a while, and then leave again. I knew it was her because it was always the same four letters on that purple sign of ownership she wore.

Maxx

I am unaware of when it happened, which is unusual for such a smart person as myself, but at some point, I'd fallen in love with her. The way she looked, always so happy, even when it rained or other dogs barked at her or when humans spat at her feet. She was so simple with brown fur, brown nose, brown eyes, but it suited her. She was so stupid and oblivious and beautiful, and I'd fallen for it. Finally I could take it no more, and I ran up to her, confessing.

"You're the only person I will ever love! You are more beautiful than the sun, I need you more than air, more than anything. I would die for you in a second! Please stay with me forever!" I pleaded. But she just continued to smile at me like she did with everything else. Everything I'd said slipped past her; it meant nothing to her untrained ears.

And so I became the marionette of the marionette. I couldn't live without her, I craved for her to pick me up and move my strings, for her to make my body become her puppet so I could live again. But she couldn't. Not the way she was.

She was too tangled in her own strings to ever release me from mine.

[Zeee]

goodbye my lover, goodbye my friend
you have been the one, you have been the one

for me...

"...but im afraid... i don't think i can give you the love you deserve."
he left her there in shock, kissing her one last time before leaving the room. and leaving her life.
she couldn't help but break down onto her knees, sobbing into her hands.
"wait, arlen-" she yelled out the door, but he didn't hear her and she could only hear his footsteps getting fainter.

"i love you."

[.jaskier.]

Dani(F)<3Creature(M)
The story I will write up soon ^^ 

Outline of the story,

•Dani is an assassin with a new mission to kill Creature
•Creature is a guy that was framed a couple years ago, stating he killed a group of people.
•One of the people he killed was Danis Father... 
•They end up in love, and Dani doesn't know it's him right away...

That's all you can know for now ^^ some of my other pets will be in the story.. ^^

[aquamarine]

~~Dedicated to my godbrother, who suffers from severe autism~~



There are millions and millions of fish in the sea
Why did the different one have to be me?

I'm not like you.
But I want to be.

•••

"Julius? Do you know the answer to number seven?"

A thousand thoughts course through my brain at once. Number seven. Number seven. Number -- okay, what is the national bird of the USA?
I know that. I know that, that's an easy one. Okay, let's see. No, it's not quail. That's just California's bird. Quail's are so cute, so fat and round and those little curly things on their heads and they scurry whenever--

"Julius?"

Focus! Not quail. The USA national bird...eagle. Something eagle. Hairy eagle? No, that's not it. Think, Jules! Baldy eagle? Baldy...American...American Bald Eagle, that's it! Okay, tell Mrs. Withers what the answer is.

"Do you have an answer, Julius?"

"Um, yes mam...it's..."

Everyone is staring at me. Why do they do that? Why do they always stare when it's my turn to answer questions? Don't they know how bad it makes me feel? Like all I want to do is cry in Mommy's lap. That's how I feel. Stop staring. They're still staring.

Mrs. Withers is sighing. "Okay Julius, never mind. Tom, do you know--"

"NO, I can answer."

"Julius, please lower your--"

"NO, LET ME ANSWER! I KNOW IT, I WANT TO ANSWER!"

Oh no, why did I yell? Now they've all stopped doing their worksheets and they really are all staring at me. Why does that always happen when I get frustrated? Why do I always lose control and yell? Mommy told me once that yelling hurts people's feelings. I don't mean to do that. But sometimes it just happens. Mrs. Withers is on the phone. I already know who she's calling.

"Julius." I peek through my fingers which are covering my eyes and now Mrs. Withers is gently taking my hand. "Julius, Robin is ready to see you. Go to room--"

"Room 205. Room 205. Room 205." I whisper to her as sad and frustrated tears fill my eyes. Robin is the lady who helps people like me. As I get up, I know they're looking at me again. Someone snickers and somebody else says, "Julius is crazy. He's stupid. He's so weird."

That was Billy, I think. More tears slip down my face as I make my way to Robin's office. Billy's words are so mean. Why is he so mean? He's wrong. I know he's wrong. Robin always tells me what to say when people say mean things.

"Being autistic is not crazy. Being autistic is not stupid. Being autistic is not weird."

I repeat these things to myself again and again. Here it is, the wooden door with a chip on the white paint. I reach up my small hand to knock on it and whisper.

"I am not crazy. I am not stupid. I am not weird. I am Julius."

•••

I'm not like you.
But I want to be.

[remedy.]

x

I think they'd have gorgeous pups!

[Dragon Reine]

x

I think they'd have gorgeous pups!

I agree <3