- - - hanging by a moment .,

[maddox kostos]

He was burning. That was the only thought that could enter his mind through the fiery haze of anger he was suffering through. Never before in his life had young Maddox Kostos been this angry. Not ever. Of course, he'd never had a reason to, either. His life was a simple one, and for the longest time the only trouble he ever got was from his teachers, girls, or his older brothers. Teachers, because they didn't like him. Maddox couldn't count the number of times that a teacher would send him to the counselor because they were concerned about his attitude. Quite frankly, Maddie didn't think it needed an adjustment. The worst thing he ever did was be brutally honest, and tell a teacher when he disagreed or when he thought something wasn't worth the class's time. However, this was misinterpreted as 'being antagonistic towards the class routine'. That was bull shit. All he ever did was be honest, and he got into trouble for that. Even with his family, they didn't appreciate it. At times, he didn't even think they appreciated him. They were a large family, he had two brothers and one sister, and his father. It was obviously male dominated save for Lisette, and of course that meant a lot of antics between the boys. Lissy always stayed to herself when it came to the brothers, besides her twin Maddox, so she never really bothered them. Maddox, on the other hand, always called them out on their shit. Their oldest sibling, Tyson, was a college dropout and a druggie. Maddox could have told him thousands of times to stop being such a dipshit and get his act together, but his second oldest brother Macon always got in his face for it, and told him he didn't know what the hell he was talking about. So, instead of speaking his mind, he learned to do something else. He learned to lie about how he truly felt.

This caused other problems to come to life in his life, like in the case of him and his best friend Savannah Munroe. The ladies had always given him trouble. Maddox was what one might call a 'lady killer' and a 'serial dater'. He never had a girlfriend for more than two weeks, because he could never find what he wanted. It took him forever to realize why none of his relationships ever worked. It was because Maddox always compared each and every girl to his unsinkable best friend, Savannah. And each and every time, no girl could match up. After a while, he'd finally gained the courage to tell her how he really felt about her. But, then something happened. Something, or someone, who would be indirectly messing his life up for a while. Beau Wilkerson had managed to snag her heart, but then he'd gone and messed things up. Hitting Savannah had been a horrible mistake, and of course he wouldn't tell Savannah this, but the guy was lucky he hadn't gotten into his line of sight since Maddox had found out. Quite frankly, the seventeen year old didn't have the self control to restrain himself if he saw the older boy. Things were only worse because his other best friend Zara Montes was involved... the entire thing was a mess, he'd summed that up from the very start, but things were only beginning to get more complicated, it seemed. Maddox was a person who only needed a couple things to get by. Besides the obvious, all he needed was his music, his friends, and his sister. Obviously, his sister was his top priority. She was the only person he really felt would accept him no matter what. She'd never condemned him, no matter how brutally honest he was, no matter how much of a jerk he acted like sometimes. The love between them was unconditional, and quite frankly, they didn't act like siblings should, sometimes. They got along far too well for that. But there was Beau Wilkerson, indirectly screwing things up again.

Beau was Lissy's best friend. In Maddox's mind, if Beau had hit his two girlfriends, why wouldn't he have hit Lissy? Of course, the moment he'd heard about everything that had happened with Savannah and Zara, he'd gone to Lissy and harassed the hell out of her for the truth. Whether or not Beau had hit her would be the deciding factor in Maddox's involvement in the situation. For a week, she'd managed to keep any facts from him, until finally she slipped up. It had been earlier that morning, near dawn. He had woken up obscenely early, for some strange reason, and when he'd found his way downstairs for a glass of milk, he'd found Lissy there as well. She'd been having the same problem, it seemed. She looked tired, looked like she had her guard down. It was probably wrong of Maddox to take advantage of the situation like that, but he needed answers. He'd harassed her relentlessly, and she'd finally caved, blurting out that Beau had hit her, but only once, and he hadn't meant to. He was so fucking tired of hearing that. Maddox had just stared at her, long and hard for a moment, before soundlessly leaving the room. He'd locked himself into his bedroom, ignoring his sister's knocks as the morning dragged on. Finally, after dwelling in his thoughts and his anger for what seemed like hours, he became conscious of the fact his phone was vibrating on his bedstand. He grabbed it, glancing at the ID, the messages of 'where are you, fool?'. All from Savannah. He texted her back quickly, asking her to come over before he had some sort of break down. If she came over, it would keep him from going out and killing Beau right then and there.

The moment she stepped inside his bedroom, through the door he had just moment's before unlocked, he started pacing the room. After a quick hello, he began to unload. Every single frustration he had was pouring out of him, into this single moment. Slowly, he began to feel the anger bubbling up in him, and his face began to slowly contort with it. Sometime into his rant, he said, "Because he fucking didn't mean to. That's the same shit I heard from Zara, and it fucking pissed me off then. Hearing it from my sister, who I thought had a better head on her... god damn it!"

His voice was raised, and he'd already knocked some books off his dresser as his anger caused him to be slightly more violent. Maddox turned to the wall, his hand in front of him as he leaned against it, the other hand on his hip. His chest was heaving as he tried to control his anger. But he couldn't. He just couldn't do it. His the hand not on the wall raised, and quick as a flash, he slammed it into the wall, palm first. "This is all bullshit! I'm going to fucking kill him! God damn, I swear I am!"[/color] He was yelling now, and he slammed his hand against the wall again, spinning around, running a hand aggressively through his hair, his chocolate eyes turned towards the ground as he agitatedly began to pace again.

STATUS: finished!
TAGGED: savannah calico munroe <3
OUTFIT: right hurr
LISTENING TO: how to save a life, the fray
NOTES: still kari's code cuz i'm too lazy to get mine.

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[savannah munroe]

Savannah Calico Munroe was a total and complete night owl. More then anything she just loved staying up all night, only to find herself completely frustrated when she couldn't sleep in the next day because of whatever reason. But, for the first night in her life, she had actually wanted to head to bed at a reasonable time. She had put away her laptop and even put it on the other side of the room so she would be too lazy to get up and go get it, turned off all the lights and gotten completely comfortable in her bed. All of that only to find her mind wandering off into thoughts she didn't want to be thinking about. For those icy blue eyes of hers to stare up at the ceiling in thought, ears listening to the sound of cars still driving around outside and her little dog Muffins get up from his bed and walk around her somewhat large room occasionally. At least when she stayed up all night she had distractions. Whether they be that she was reading, she was watching a movie, she was chatting with someone online, she was out of the house, anything. All of it allowed her mind to be distracted so she didn't have to think and that was her main goal. Because whenever Savannah had time on her hands when she didn't have anything to do, she ended up driving herself completely mad. She would over think everything, analyze every little piece and bit of her life, look back on conversations she had with important people and pick them apart. She was just completely paranoid about everything whenever she got the chance to think too much about it. So, once she got started, she was up all night doing just that. By the time she managed to let her mind come back to reality for a moment so that she could glance over at the digital clock by her bed, it was already four thirty in the morning and a groan came flowing through her lips before she could stop it.

The past few months of Savannah's life had been anything but simple. Whether it was obvious to people or not. Before her problems with Beau had even come to play, she had spent countless nights like this one clenching her teeth as she tried to hold herself together whenever she thought about Maddox. The one guy that she had known for pretty much her entire life and she trusted more than anyone else in the world; the one guy that she had truly fallen head over heals for. But, at the same time, she had found herself falling hard for Beau and while she had wanted to shove those feelings aside, she convinced herself not to. Maddox and her were never going to be together and she was one hundred and ten percent convinced of it. All she could think about was how they were never going to be together and she just needed to.. well, get the hell over it. Countless girls were constantly flying in and out of his life all the time, the last thing Savannah was going to do was try and get somewhere with him only to get herself hurt. It was better to avoid it altogether. Little did Savannah know that by ignoring that path and taking the other one laying ahead in front of her she was only getting herself in more trouble and more pain then she ever imagined she would be in. Both emotionally and physically. Beau Wilkerson was more than just a little talented in both of those departments because while he had sent countless smiles flying across Savannah's lips before they were officially a couple, all of the smiles didn't even amount to anything when he first made contact with her in a way she never thought anyone would. The first time it happened, Savannah had been more surprised and emotionally hurt then physically. The slap to the face that she had received had baffled her completely. So, what had she done? Nothing. What did she do the second time it happened? Nothing. The third? Even less.

It was a continuous problem for a few solid months. The more Savannah looked back on it and thought about everything she didn't do, she could barely even believe herself. How could she not have walked away the first time it happened? How could she have not told a single soul about it? Tilting over to her side, she grabbed the pillow next to her and cuddled close to it, hugging it as she closed her eyes tightly, the visions all pouring right back into her memory. Maybe somewhere along the way she had actually believed for a moment that she deserved it all. Maybe for a moment she actually believe that one day he would just give it up and realize what he was doing was stupid and wrong. But, he never did and it took her until the night he busted a few ribs for her to realize that. It took her that long to finally realize that she could do a million times better and she didn't need to put up with his bullshit any longer. Now, she was finally free from all the abuse, but she would never be free from the memories that still lingered in her mind vividly and she would never forget the fear that pulsed through her veins whenever she saw the anger in his eyes and heard it in his voice. This paranoia she was constantly feeling now wasn't going to go anywhere, either. Savannah had learned straight up from this that not anyone could be hundred percent trusted. That's what she had done with Beau. Hell, he had been nothing but a gentleman and completely sweet to her and look how he ended up to be. From his, what she thought was, beautiful persona she had gathered not one single good memory from her time with him.

Savannah had gotten four hours of sleep before she finally rolled out of bed, trying to shrug off how tired she really still was and keep herself from thinking anymore about what she could have sworn had been brought even into her dreams. The next while consisted of her usual morning routine, along with walking Muffins. The day was anything but enjoyable so far and she found herself to be nothing but bored and craving for some good company. When she finally got home again, her legs wandered over into the kitchen where she found her phone sitting on top of the counter. Plopping herself down on one of the wooden dining room chairs, she immediately knew what she had to do. Sending a text in Maddie's direction, it was his company and only his company that she needed right then. He as sure to get her mind off of everything that she had been thinking about endlessly. Well, he wasn't exactly great at making her forget that she had really strong feelings for him, but that was something she would just have to shrug off and get over. Just go back to the original plan that she had had all this time. Throwing her phone down, she brought her head down onto the table as she sighed softly. My God. It was just one of those days where she wouldn't mind throwing herself off a bridge. But, just as quickly as she put her head down, it had shot back up as her phone began to vibrate and before she had even finished reading the text message she was already getting up out of her chair and heading toward the front door. A grin tugged at her lips slightly as Savannah grabbed her keys off a small table by the door, locked it behind her and then shoved both her keys and cellular into the back pocket of her jeans and made her way over to her favorite neighbor's house.

What Savannah had gotten when she first stepped into his bedroom wasn't exactly what she had been expecting. A soft hey slipped through his lips at his quick hello and all she could do from that point on was listen to what he had to say. So, Savannah and Zara hadn't been the only two to fall into the trap. All of this was completely unbelievable. It was beginning to feel like Beau had laid his hands on every girl in town. Savannah had taken a few steps into his room and stood aside, her eyes following him as he paced back and forth. She had seen him upset before, but not like this. At first, Savannah was handling it fine, but as Maddox's voice began to raise higher and higher, her heart seemed to pound faster against her chest. As his hand flew over to some books and they flew off his dresser, Savannah found herself taking a few steps back from him. Before she even realized what she was really doing, her back had gently collided with the wall. The sensation of it against her and the fear slowly raising in her body was one that she was used to, but hadn't expected to come through her again. "Maddie... Please.." Her voice was soft. Savannah had jumped when his hand collided with the wall and her lips had shut quickly again. The next time his hand pounded against the wall, she flinched, having expected it this time around. But, along with that small flinch in her body, her eyes were beginning to glaze over as she tried to catch her breath. The more he yelled and the more upset he got, the more Savannah wanted to dart on out of there. Fixing her eyes on one particular place, she was doing everything to try to hold it together. Maddox would never put a finger on her.. But, he was so mad.. She shook her head slightly at the thought, a single tear rolling down her cheek before she quickly brought her hand up to wipe it away. Beau had always gotten even more upset when she cried.

M U S I C , what about now (acoustic) - daughtry.
S T A T U S , completee!
W O R D C O U N T , 1,714 without the coding.
N O T E S , holy shit. i didn't realize i was writing so much. i'm sorry! xD
C L O T H I N G , minus the bag.
C R E D I T S , banner credit to tay @ caution.

[maddox kostos]

If Maddox had to pick a certain time of the day, just a favorite time of day, it would be sunrise. He was peculiar in that way, probably the only teenager you'd ever meet that didn't mind getting up early most days of the week just to watch the sunset. He knew it was a rather odd habit, but quite frankly, he didn't mind that. He always knew that he was a fairly odd boy, with eclectic tastes and a person who did things that always kept people wondering what he was going to do next. He could remember a particular time in his life where he had gone from hobby to hobby, trying to find something that appeased him. It had been a year, maybe two years ago, around the time he was just getting his license. He'd always had his music, and that was never going to change, but outside of that, he'd not really had anything. Sure, there were things he enjoyed, but not enough to put time and effort into them or be truly passionate about them. However, that all changed one day when his dad was driving him around so he could hit up job interviews. They had pulled into this one store, which was right next door to a motorcycle shop. They'd both had time to kill, and Maddox was willing to go look at the sleek vehicles. Immediately, his eyes caught on the new Ducati, and he'd run the tips of his fingers over it appreciatively. See, his father knew Maddox. That look was only one he got when he looked at his beloved archtop guitar, the one his mother bought him when he turned thirteen. Immediately, Mr. Kostos knew that his son had found something he would love just as much as his music.

It was true, the moment he was able to acquire a motorcycle license, he did. And for he and his sister's sixteenth birthday, he was gifted with that very same Ducati 1098. It was funny, because he almost treated the bike as though it were his own child. He was obsessive over it's cleanliness, got pissed off if anyone even tried to fuck with it. His riding of it was impeccable, he'd never gotten a ticket... but that wasn't because he never did anything wrong. Oh no, there was one thing about Maddox that a lot of people could tell you was very true, and not just with his motorcycle riding: he liked to go fast. At dawn, when he couldn't sleep, he'd sometimes roll his bike out of the garage and down the street, farther away from his house so if he started it, it wouldn't wake his family, and he'd take off right then and there. It was mostly when he had too much on his mind, because for some reason, riding provided a release for him. The speed, the sheer power of the vehicle beneath him, was just too amazing to think about anything else. That morning, however, he hadn't had the chance to get to his bike. He'd woken up about an hour before dawn, and he didn't like to go out so early in the morning. As he laid in bed after the discussion with his sister, his mood slowly souring more and more, he declared himself stupid for not doing it when he had the chance. But how could he have known?

That was the thing. The people in his life were keeping things from him. Savannah had kept the fact that Beau hit her away from him, though he'd fixed that by making her promise never to keep things from him again. And Lissy... with Lissy involved, the entire situation took a new sort of startling edge. The fact that his twin had kept something that important from him, the fact that he hadn't been able to notice that something was wrong with her the weeks after it had happened, the sudden and unexplained silence between her and Beau that he had picked up on... he was beating himself up for it. However, that was on a lower level. Right now, all the anger he had pent up inside him, the anger he hadn't properly been able to vent through heated phone and internet conversations, it was all bubbling dangerously close to the surface, and he needed to watch himself before it got too out of control. No, he wouldn't hit anyone: he could never let himself do that, at least, not a girl, not Savannah who just so happened to be the person to be witnessing the worst emotional breakdown he'd ever had. Never, ever before had he been this angry. If he had been able to see himself, as he paced up and down his room, he would have been scared. Scared of himself. That look on his face was one that never crossed it, the shocking timbre of his voice one that was never spoken with. He was an entirely new and different animal, and quite frankly, the strange release of it all was disconcerting for him.

He might have gone on like that for a while. He barely registered in his head Savannah's soft plea to stop. All he could focus on was the anger barreling through his veins, the anger that was causing his heart to beat faster, the anger that was causing a deadly poison to course through his veins, cloud his vision, alter his thinking. His chocolate eyes glazed over slightly as he stopped pacing, after all of his antics against the wall. He stayed rooted to the spot, and if you looked closely enough you would notice his entire frame trembling. Maddox wasn't used to this kind of emotional exhertion, and it was slowly beginning to drain him. He wouldn't be able to keep up a rant like this much longer, and this both angered him and gave him relief. He crossed his arms over his chest, finally looking over at his audience. His eyes assessed her, the look, the hand darting across her face to wipe away something. A tear? Maddox's eyes narrowed slightly as he tried to figure it out, and the answer hit him like a ton of bricks, knocked the breath right out of his chest. He was scaring her. He was becoming her worst nightmare. The shock registered on his face, his jaw slowly popped open slightly. His arms dropped to his sides as he continued staring at Savannah. Slowly, the anger drained out of him, and he seemed to just slump in on himself. His shoulders sagged, and his cocked limply to the side, and the fire died out of his chocolate eyes slowly, and was replaced with something else: shame. He was ashamed of himself for acting this way around Savannah, giving her a reason to fear him. Though he would never have touched her, she didn't know that. And she had every reason to think that he would hit her, what else had she learned? From her situation with Beau, she learned that people couldn't be trusted. But he would prove her wrong.

Slowly, very slowly, he began walking towards her. He made sure that she knew each of his actions before he did them, moving with slowly exaggerated movements. His hands were slightly outstretched, palms facing her in the universal gesture for, I'm not going to harm you. Slowly, he made his way towards her, and when he was a couple feet away, he murmured softly, "I'm not going to hurt you, Savannah."

In his voice, one could pick out the shame he felt towards himself, and the sincerity that rang in it. He'd promised her he would always keep her safe, and he wasn't going to go back on that, not as long as he lived. Maddox stepped forward again, reaching his hand out. She could grasp hers with his if she wanted, it was her choice. It was either that, or she could walk and leave right then: he couldn't blame her if she did. His actions were inexcusable, and he knew it. Maddox's full lips parted once more, his voice low and soothing, "I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to scare you. I'd never want that. I would never hurt you. I'm sorry I just lost my temper. I swear it won't happen again. I'm not going to hurt you."[/color] His voice had a slight tinge of desperation, hoping that she'd be able to forgive him for his stupid and foolish actions.

STATUS: finished!
TAGGED: savannah calico munroe <3
OUTFIT: right hurr
LISTENING TO: absolute, the fray
NOTES: SUCKA MC AINT GOT NOTHIN ON ME.

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[savannah munroe]

Savannah's main passion in life was her photography. Whenever she had a lot on her mind, she would grab her camera and go for a walk, allowing her mind to clear and wander off into other topics each time she snapped a picture. She painted every now and then as well and while she was rather good at it, it was simply a hobby and something she didn't think too much about. The only thing she really wanted to do with herself was work on her photography. She had even managed to turn a closet in her home that nobody ever used into her own dark room. It seemed like she spent more time in there then anywhere else in the house. That is, other then the kitchen. Her second most popular way of clearing her mind? Baking. If Savannah was constantly baking and you knew her well, you would know that she was worrying a lot or thinking too much about a certain topic. The young girl wasn't quite sure if this little habit of hers was obvious to anyone or if they simply thought that she loved to bake (which she did, but there was obviously more to it). She was that girl that was constantly bringing batches of cookies to her friends, cupcakes or any other small delight. Lately, she had spent countless time in the kitchen and had even gone as far as to try to put a spin on certain recipes. The more thought she had to put into what she was doing, the less she thought about everything else. She didn't understand why she had never thought about it like that before. The night before she had spent the evening baking, her parents nowhere to be found. But, before she headed upstairs to her bedroom in hopes of getting a good night of sleep, she had left a lovely batch of delicious peanut butter cookies on top of the dining room table, all very nicely arranged as well.

There wasn't much that really ticked Savannah Munroe off. Sure, she got upset just like everyone else. Things got her angry, annoyed, upset. But, to get her truly angry, you really had to do a hell of a lot. Most of the time, she was capable of containing all of her feelings nicely. She just hated running to people with her problems. It made her feel weak and like she wasn't strong enough to take care of herself. Not to mention the fact that she always felt uncomfortable. Uncomfortable in the sense that she just felt like a nuisance. The last thing she wanted to do was be a pain in the ass to someone she cared about, so it was easier to just keep her mouth shut and find her own way to deal with her problems. She was such an outgoing, care-free girl and that was the way that she wanted to be viewed as. A person who was just floating through life enjoying it with a smile on her face. A strong, independent woman. But, even if she wanted all of that, it really wouldn't hurt her to give in every now and then and listen, because deep down she knew that a lot of her friends would be more than happy to help her with anything. Savannah had hidden what happened between her and Beau for a reason and that was quite obvious. That would be a conversation nobody would be capable of forgetting or letting go like it didn't happen; they would surely worry about her. Which was exactly why she hadn't spoken a word of it to Maddox. She didn't want him upset with Beau, as much as everyone had a right to be upset with him. She didn't want him upset with her for not having told him what was going on. Instead of avoiding all of that, it seemed to have all just flown at him at once. Not only her news, but Zara's, his sister's.

Maddox had more then every right to be upset. Which was exactly why Savannah let him rant to her, let him allow everything he was thinking to slip out into the open air around them. But, this get together had turned into one that Savannah had wished she'd never attended. For the first time in the world she was actually finding herself wishing she had never ventured her way over to his home. Never in all their years of knowing each other had she seen him act like this or seen this unbelievable amount of anger pulse through his body. It was scaring her and it would be obvious to him if he had taken the moment to bring his beautiful chocolate brown eyes over to her. If Beau had never stepped into her life the way he did and done what he had done, Savannah wouldn't be as frightened as she was at that moment. Actually, she probably would have been speaking up, telling Maddox that he needed to calm the hell down despite the fact that he had every right to be mad. Hell, she would have even had the nerve to approach him and try to knock some sense into him. But, everything had happened and since it had, Savannah would never be able to find the courage to do either one of those things. Instead, she was pressing her body up against a wall, her arms coming around herself gently. Every little action that Savannah was doing at that moment were just little things that had become a habit whenever Beau was getting upset. Always brought her arms around her stomach to block away any blow she would probably be receiving. Backing herself up to the wall had never been the good idea in it all, though. But somehow, it was slightly comforting. Like somehow she would be able to slip right through it.

She knew that Maddox would never hurt her, but the majority of her mind wasn't thinking about that. All Savannah could think about was that she had been hurt and if he wanted to let out his anger, there was absolutely nothing stopping him from letting it loose on her. She had glued her eyes at the wall beyond Maddox, but when he turned around and stopped in the middle of his pacing and looked down at the ground, her eyes went back over to him as well. She scanned him, as if trying to figure out what his next move would be. Savannah could see it. She could see him shaking. The sight sent nothing but surprise through her body. Those blue eyes of hers seem to bore into him, but as soon as she saw his head come up, she didn't let their eyes gaze into each others for longer then a few incredibly short seconds before she looked down at the ground. All she could think to do was to take the deepest breath that she could manage before she finally looked back up at him and saw the suddenly knew attitude that he had. The anger seemed to have disappeared and been replaced by shock and something else she couldn't quite place a finger on until just a few seconds later. The way his shoulders suddenly went limp proved that the emotions she was pulling out of him were real. That it wasn't all some sort of game being shot in her direction. But, that didn't mean that her fear faltered in the least. If anything, as he began taking slow steps toward her, the fear only grew. It didn't matter how slow he walked over to her, he was getting closer and that's what mattered.

All Savannah could do at this point was convince herself mentally that he wasn't going to hurt her, that she just needed to breathe and calm down because nobody was going to place a finger on her that night. Her eyes looked away from his as she looked down at his somewhat outstretched hands. His voice had taken a totally different turn when he allowed his lips to break apart to mutter a few gentle words to her. Words that had allowed her eyes to meet his once more and all she could see in them was the honesty that he was radiating. When he held out his hand to her, she looked down at it for a few good seconds, a silence falling upon them. Bringing her right hand away from the position it was around her, she ran it through her hair in deep thought before allowing it to slowly meet his, grasping onto it gently as she took a small step away from the wall. All Savannah could do or wanted to do for the next few moments was drown in his soothing low voice as he apologized, assuring her that it wouldn't happen again. It wasn't like she had never heard those words before, but this time they were coming from Maddox and that flipped everything completely around. Head tilting down ever so slightly, her eyes shut gently before she shook her head, giving his hand a small squeeze. "I'm sorry.."

It was all that she could manage to utter to him and her voice came out a lot softer then she thought it would; it might as well have been a whisper. "I know you wouldn't.. I just... You're so upset and I.."

[/color] She didn't even know where she wanted to go with that sentence. But, she just couldn't help but be paranoid. Turning her thoughts around, she shook her head and pressed on, even though the following words weren't what she had been planning to say. "I hate seeing you like this."[/color] She finally spilled, looking back up at him as she tried to keep any more tears from spilling over.

M U S I C , sirens outside my house.
S T A T U S , completee!
W O R D C O U N T , 1,675 without the coding.
N O T E S , ilovethemverymuch.
C L O T H I N G , minus the bag.
C R E D I T S , banner credit to tay @ caution.

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[maddox kostos]

Maddox had always had problems with is temper. He'd never really been one of the types who lashed out at other people, but he was one of those people who might break a pencil he was holding or end up throwing stuff off a counter. Never, ever would he consider harming someone just because he was angry. Sure, he'd gotten into fights because he was pissed before, but all of those... the fights had been worth it. They had been against someone who was being a dick, and when Maddox had won (which he did. Every time) he didn't feel bad about it. But he would never be able to justify in his mind hitting a girlfriend, or any girl, for that matter. No matter how hard he tried to understand Beau's actions, he couldn't. It wasn't like he hadn't tried. Maddox was one of those people who tried to see all sides of an argument. Granted, he didn't always accomplish this because of his quick temper, but because of the current situation, he was allowed a lot of time to think. He tried coming at it from every angle, tried feebly to justify Beau's actions in his mind. But he couldn't do it, because there was no logical reason to hit someone else. None at all. He had to think of what would happen if Beau ever had kids. Would he hit them as well, so they ended up exactly like their father? The idea made him sick, and he often times had to do something to distract himself to stop thinking about the awful situation that he had unconsciously become a part of.

He couldn't help being protective, especially over his sister and Savannah. His sister struck a special chord simply because he'd been protecting her his entire life: bullies on the school yard when they were little, rich bitches in high school. He was always looking out for her. Then this had happened, and he had been absolutely powerless. Zara would always be one of his best friends, her innocence touched something in him that made him want to protect her. But he knew he didn't have a hold over her like he did with his sister, that he wouldn't be able to persuade her no matter how hard he tried. His sister was a different story, because Lissy listened to him. Savannah... now... Savannah was an even more unique case. Savannah had been his best friends since he could walk and talk. Savannah had always been the girl he'd been in love with. She was the one that he always imagined himself with. That conversation they'd had a week ago, when she promised to let him stay attached at the hip for that entire week... that was just everything he wanted. He made sure to make every single moment a special one. Especially that date to his aunt's wedding. That had been an amazing day, and Savannah had looked beautiful. He couldn't even explain to you how badly he had wanted to kiss her, the last dance of the night. Her blue eyes had been sparkling, and his hands had been soft on her waist. It would have been so easy to just lean in and press his lips to hers. But he couldn't do it. He didn't want to alienate her, or force himself on her. All he could do was keep treating her the best he could, and hopefully, maybe, she would get the hint. That she'd be able to tell that the reason he was treating her differently, more gently and acting a lot more sentimental and soft towards her, was because he was completely and irrevocably in love with her.

Him being this way with her was inexcusable, and he knew that. Well, he did after he managed to get a grip on himself. Maddox mentally began to abuse himself. How could he possibly lose his temper like that in front of her? Especially considering her new and startling history. As he slowly made his way towards her, he could see the fear growing in her eyes. It was why he didn't try to touch her when he stopped a few feet away. It was why he simply held out a hand for her to make the choice. He'd never hurt her. No matter how angry or upset he got, he'd never lay a finger on Savannah or any other girl in his life. It was just wrong, and the thought in his mind was so totally foreign he couldn't even grasp it. Maddox swallowed, feeling her electric blue eyes burn into his own. Then her gaze dropped down to his hand, and he held his breath as the moment intensified. Then, slowly, her fingers touched his and he let his breath out in a rush as his shoulders slumped slightly. It hadn't been irreparable damage, his outburst. Thank God.

Maddox shook his head the moment she said she was sorry, his chocolate eyes smoldering as the emotion burned beneath them. "Don't apologize. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have exploded like this. You had every right to react the way you did."

His voice was just as soft as hers, and he took another small step towards her, his eyes gauging her reaction as he lifted his free hand very slowly. His eyes warned her of his action before it happened, before his fingers gently touched her cheek, brushing some of her hair behind her ear before gently coming back to just rest on her cheek. His thumb caressed her skin gently, his eyes soft and repentant. Maddie shook his head, suddenly. He really had been so stupid. He'd scared her so badly, badly enough that she had been afraid that he would hit her. He would never allow his emotions to come forward like this again, at least, not around Savannah. Not around anyone. "I know. I'm never going to act like this again. I promise. I'm so sorry, Sav."[/color] He apologized again in that soft and soothing tone of his. Gently, he pulled her forward, until he was able to softly wrap his arms around her and pull her gently to his chest. Maddox kissed the top of her head gently, suddenly anxious to distract her any way he could, "God, I'm so stupid. I mean, here I am, this entire week, trying to act like the perfect guy and trying to show just how badly I want you... then I go and do this, and mess it all up."[/color] It was a declaration he'd been dying to express, and now that it was finally out in the open, he felt anxious. It was bad timing, but it was the only thing he could think to say that might possibly distract her. He pulled back slightly, staring down into her beautiful eyes, a soft and small smile on his face, the anxiety a little too obvious behind his eyes.

STATUS: finished!
TAGGED: savannah calico munroe <3
OUTFIT: right hurr
LISTENING TO: how to save a life, the fray
NOTES: ilovethemverymuch,aswell

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[savannah munroe]

This past week had been everything Savannah Munroe could have ever asked for. Ever since she had gotten his message about them spending an entire week together, a grin had been plastered on her face. Spending an entire week at Maddox’s side was everything that she had ever wanted. Hell, it didn’t matter how long it was; an hour, a day, a week, a month, a year, forever. All Savannah wanted was to be right by his side and even though she was fully convinced that he would be sick of her by the end of their week together, that didn’t mean she was about to pass it up. The only thing Savannah would ever ask for was to just be with Maddox. She was fully aware about the feelings she got whenever she was around him and even when she wasn’t around him. How he was constantly going through her mind every second of every day. When she had allowed herself to get closer to Beau, it was the first time that she felt like she could really be with someone else. Whenever she looked ahead at her future though, she didn’t see Beau. She always saw Maddox. She had known him for years and years and he was still the only person who truly had a good grip on her heart. After the guy had asked her to go to his Aunt’s wedding with him as his date, Savannah would never admit to how much time she had spent digging around in her closet for something to wear. Or how long she had spent that morning getting ready and making sure she looked the absolute best that she could. All so that maybe he would think she looked the slightest bit pretty that day. Throughout the wedding, Savannah’s head had turned over and her eyes had met with his own several times, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips before her eyes were adverted back to the bride and groom. She had found her mind wandering countless times about that promise that the two of them had made each other years ago; the promise that Maddox had just recently brought up between the two of them again and Savannah had laughed it off and joked about it. The very thought of it had caused a soft sigh to slip through her lips at that time and it lingered in her mind for the rest of the night. When she had finally gotten him over to the dance floor, just like she promised him she would and his hands came over to her waist as her own came up around his neck, the thought of it all still didn’t falter. If anything, it grew stronger and the fact that they were so close and their lips weren’t pressed against the others was driving her completely crazy.

Savannah was the kind of person who always looked at the little things instead of the big picture. Because it was those little things that always told so much and people always looked right over. But, anyone could have noticed the way Maddox had gone about with their week together. Especially Savannah. He had made every single moment a special one and Savannah couldn’t have smiled more in a short span of time, but in the back of her mind she was getting everything completely wrong. The way that she was piecing things together was completely wrong, but she had spent an unbelievable amount of time doing it. It didn’t seem like a coincidence to Savannah that one night he heard about what happened between her and Beau, they talked about it and for the next week he was doing everything to be a total sweetheart to her. She couldn’t help but have to try and hide her frustration at certain points because she thought that he was simply acting this way toward her because he suddenly looked at her like she was some broken little girl or the most fragile thing to walk the Earth. That was something that Savannah just couldn’t stand. She always saw herself as being so independent and capable of taking care of herself that she hated it when people looked at her that way. Growing up in a home where he parents weren’t too involved with what she was doing had shown her how to deal with things and stand her own ground. But, as much as Maddox drove her insane with that sometimes, she couldn’t help but love it. The way that their eyes met and they gently smiled at each other was enough to completely take her breath away. It was like every time Savannah thought she couldn’t fall any harder for the guy, he proved her wrong.

Even after all of these years of knowing each other and growing up with one another, Savannah always managed to learn something new about him every single day. Today was one of those things that she really wished she had never learned about him. The side of him that she wished she had never have to come to terms with. It wasn’t as if Savannah truly believed Maddox would ever hit her, but the way that he was getting so upset and already growing slightly violent was enough to get her frightful. She wasn’t thinking about the fact that this was Maddox and she knew him and that he wouldn’t do this. She was thinking: Well, I never thought Beau would either. People always seemed to find new ways of surprising other people. But, at his gentle voice and polished actions, it was clear that she was growing anxious over nothing. As if that wasn’t proof enough, the emotion that was glowing in his eyes was enough to top it off. She couldn’t help but apologize. Now she was just beginning to feel horrible. She didn’t want Maddox marching around thinking that she thought he would do something like that. When he apologized her head shook ever so slightly before she felt his warm hand come against her cheek. Savannah’s blue eyes disappeared behind her lids for a few short seconds as his fingers brushed her hair back, opening again as his thumb caressed her cheek. “You don’t need to promise me anything.. It’s okay.”

She responded to him softly a small, forced smile coming to her lips for a few moments. As his arms came around her, her own arms wrapped around him as her head gently buried itself against his chest, eyes sliding shut once again. Little did Maddox know just how much all of this was killing her. Not only his sudden outburst, but just being in his arms. The soft kiss he planted on the top of her head, his scent that she was breathing in, the warm feeling of his arms around her. It was killing her. She listened to what he was telling her closely, but her brain seemed to shut out everything he said after the word want. Savannah’s eyes shot open and as soon as she felt him gently pulling back she did too and looked up at him slowly, her heart suddenly pounding against her chest all over again. At that moment, the young girl had really realized just how wrong she had been about his actions. How wrong she had been about everything. “You don’t need to act to be the perfect guy… You don’t even need to try..”

[/color] Savannah’s words suddenly felt like they were coming out of her mouth breathless. Shooting him a genuine smile as she spotted his own. “You could never mess anything up, Maddie.. Not with me.”[/color]

M U S I C , none.
S T A T U S , completee!
W O R D C O U N T , 1,306 without the coding.
N O T E S , this post is poop.
C L O T H I N G , minus the bag.
C R E D I T S , banner credit to tay @ caution.

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[maddox kostos]

Maddox was a man of simple tendencies. To get to know him, most of the time, you needed to get to know his habits. Going through girls quickly, aggressive behavior, slightly crude sense of humor. He enjoyed being the comic relief just as much as he enjoyed pissing people off. Well, the last part of that was a little bit of a lie. Maddox had grown so accustomed, in a house with two older screw ups and his father, to getting people upset with him it almost didn't phase him anymore. As a matter of fact, it became almost a reflex action, a way to cope. If something started getting too serious, he'd do something to piss someone off and suddenly things were back in the normal, he was okay, everyone was okay and he had nothing to worry about. Maddie was, in a way, slightly predictable. He would hate having people think that, but it was true and on some level he acknowledged this of himself. He liked things a certain way, and truthfully, he didn't like to deviate from the set track he had for himself. However, if there was on thing he had learned, especially with the people he was closest to in his life, it was not to expect shit. He hadn't been planning on falling in love with his best friend. He hadn't been planning on being consumed with anger because his sister was tangled up with some ex best friend of his who hit her. He didn't plan on any type of path that his life was taking at the moment, and it was all just so surreal to him.

If he had been thoroughly detached, able to look at himself as he paced in a rage, able to look at Savannah as she grew less and less sure of what Maddox might end up doing... he would have been thoroughly disgusted. This hadn't been something he'd been planning at all. Truthfully, while he typically had a very short temper, he'd never been so upset that he'd start throwing things around the room. This was all new to him, it was all something that nobody would ever expect from the boy. Honestly, this entire day was turning out to be one he wished he'd never had to live through. First he was making a fool of himself by endlessly harassing his sister, then he'd gotten upset because he'd gotten an answer he'd been expecting but dreading, then he continued to make a fool of himself by doing this to poor Savannah. He should have gotten a better grip on himself, he should have known that this was how she would react considering everything that had happened to the poor girl. It seemed so easy to forget that anything was wrong, especially the past week they had spent together. Every moment had been perfect, every moment had been as special as he could make it. Maddox would forever have the memory of seeing her in his leather jacket, walking towards him then climbing on the back of his Ducati with him. He would also forever remembered the way her body leaned into his when they entered curves, when he sped up and slowed down, how they seemed to move together with a seemingly perfect synchronization that was both startling and necessary. Maddox really could never say that he'd ever been in love. At least, not with anyone other than Savannah. It had taken him forever to admit that simple fact to himself, because in his mind, it was anything but simple. Their friendship was something he valued more than anything: how much was he willing to give when he would more than likely mess that up by making a move? And, moreover, did she even feel the same way? It seemed impossible, in the boy's mind, that she could. She was perfect while he was... certainly less than. Needless to say, her prediction that he'd be tired of her by the end of the week was completely and totally wrong. If anything, he'd come away from it more in love than he had been before, which had seemed altogether impossible.

However, that hadn't changed anything. Of course not. Maddox was still a stupid fuck who would mess this entire thing up, and he'd proved that by stupidly having this tantrum in front of her. He'd been careful to treat her fragiley that entire week, for more reasons than just because she had been hurt by Beau. He'd wanted to show her that he could be soft, that he wasn't aggressive all the time, that he could be different with her. He hadn't known that his actions had actually been frustrating her, and if he had, he might have laughed at the hilarity of the situation. But, that wasn't something on his mind at the moment. The only thing he could find himself thinking about was how he had to make things right with Savannah. How Maddox had to get her to forgive him. It was his only priority at the moment. His hands around her, touching her skin, trying to show her just how sorry he was... it was almost an act of desperation. He would never be like Beau, she had to know that ... she just had to. Maddox shook his head at her slightly, murmuring, "I need to promise you everything. So many more promises than that..."

The phrase may not make sense to her, but it did to him. He needed to promise her everything that was in his heart. That he would never hurt her, that he would never forsake her, that he would always love her. But she didn't know the depth of his feelings, but that wasn't her fault. She might have guessed, maybe by now... but still. His chocolate eyes studied hers carefully, assessing her reaction to his badly timed declaration. There was so much he wanted to do at that moment, after she had spoken to him. After he'd seen that beautiful, genuine smile on her face. He wanted to hug her tightly. He wanted to hold her and never let her go. He wanted to tell her he loved her. None of those things seemed appropriate, however, compared to the one thing he truly wanted to do the most. His chocolate eyes grew slightly mischievious as he said softly, "I'm glad you don't think I need to try... but I really do.... Savannah Munroe, I care about you so much. And... I hope I never do mess up anything with you, because I want you by my side, in my life, for the rest of my life."[/color] His tone was fervent as he expressed his point. It was only a small measure of the feelings he held for her, but the boy didn't want to go and put the girl into any more overload than she was probably already suffering. That mischievious look in his eyes spread to the rest of his face as the corners of his mouth turned upwards in a grin, chocolate eyes sparkling as he whispered, his thumb rubbing across her cheek gently still, then moving to cup the back of her neck gently and tilt her head back. "I'm going to kiss you now."[/color] He told her, slowly leaning down, and pressing his lips to hers with the softest pressure. How funny was this, that this meeting would turn from sad and almost tragic to this romantic? Oh, the bipolar lives of teenagers.

STATUS: finished!
TAGGED: savannah calico munroe <3
OUTFIT: right hurr
LISTENING TO: absolute, the fray.
NOTES: this is shit. i'm sorry. i love you.

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[savannah munroe]

It seemed that no matter how many years passed by, Savannah always acted like the same exact girl. Sure, as the years went by her maturity increased, but that didn't mean that along with figuring herself out more and knowing how to handle situations a bit better than before she was losing touch with that childish side in her. Chances were, Savannah was never going to be one hundred and ten percent serious all the time. It just wasn't who she was. Ever since the girl was very young, she was always very talkative. She loved being around people, laughing, making other people laugh. It was just in her blood. More than anything else in the world, Savannah loved having fun and that was the way she was always going to be. It was part of what made her so easy to talk to and open up to, along with her opening up to you. She was the kind of person that wasn't going to judge you because of your past or your actions. She wasn't going to judge you because of the dumb mistakes you made in your life. She would just sit and listen intently and do whatever she could to help out. There was no doubt that Savannah had a heart of gold. She would put anyone and everyone before herself and even if her and her family weren't that close, she would absolutely do anything for them. To her, her future was just one big blurr. Sure, she wanted to do something with photography, but who knew what kind of curve balls would be thrown in her direction, who knew what else could come along and catch her eye. She wasn't completely sure of where she would be in five, ten or fifteen years, but what she was completely sure of was that wherever she was and whatever she was doing, Savannah Munroe wanted to be standing right next to Maddox. That was all she prayed for.

Savannah was about the most forgiving person out there, too. Sometimes it could be a problem. There was just something in her that really thought everyone was inherinatly good. That everyone made mistakes, but that they could all change and be good. Some people would beg to differ and Savannah did with herself sometimes, but she couldn't help it. She obviously would never be able to hold this over Maddox. It was just too hard for her to do that and not to mention the fact that he was Maddox. She would never be able to hold anything over his head. It didn't matter what he did to her, she just couldn't. For all he knew, Savannah would probably find a way of letting what Beau did to her slip. She was sure to forgive him, too. But, that didn't mean she would forget about everything. There was a major difference between forgiving and forgetting. There were dozens of memories that Savannah was never going to let slip out of her mind. Whether she could or she couldn't, there was an endless amount of them. This little incident she was going through with Maddie right now would probably be engraved in her mind for a while, along with what had happened with Beau. But, with those came the better ones. Like the grin on Maddox's face as she approached him and his Ducati with his leather jacket on her figure or that wind hitting against the two of them as she rode around behind him which just so happened to be the perfect excuse to hang on as close as she could to him. So many of those wonderful memories came from the times that she spent with Maddox and those memories.. those were the ones she prayed to God would never leave her mind.

As Savannah's eyes melted into his own, it was all she could seem to focus on. That and the touch of his hands against her. She couldn't help that she was already slowly starting to let her fear slip away. Every single time that his arm so even as brushed up slightly against her, it was all she was capable of thinking about. Her eyebrows scrunched up ever so slightly in confusion as he talked about promises. The phrase really hadn't made a bit of sense to her. If she was capable of accepting exactly what he was trying to show her, then maybe she would have understood it a lot better. But, no matter how obvious it was how he felt about her, there was no way she would ever be able to stop and think about it. Realize that Maddox felt just as strongly about her as she felt about him. It was all too good to be true and when things were too good to be true, they most likely weren't. "What are you talking about, Maddie?"

Savannah whispered as she looked up at him. As soon as he came clean about how he felt about her though, she had pretty much forgotten about the question that she had asked him. She couldn't believe this. How she felt about it hadn't been a waste of time and she was a damn moron for having thought that it would ever be a waste of time. It was right then and there that all of those memories of the two of them that she had bubbling in her mind were seen through a different light. It was then that she realized how oblivious she had been to all the signs around her. If she had just opened up those brilliant blue eyes of hers, then she would have noticed this so long ago. Savannah shook her head up at him as he said that he did need to try. The words that were being put out into the air around them were enough to get her feeling weak. Her right hand came up slowly and gently pressed against his chest. "And I couldn't dream of being anywhere else but by your side."

[/color] Finally, she responded, her voice dripping with happiness. This was all she had ever wanted and finally she was getting it. "This is all I've ever wanted for a long... long time."[/color] Smiling warmly up at him, her eyes gently closed as her cheek gently leaned into his touch for a moment. The next six words to slip through his soft lips caused her heart to beat just a bit faster and before she could say a word, they had already collided with her own. That small, fragile hand of hers had slid its way up from his chest to his neck, her fingers running through those soft curls of his. The kiss had been just as sweet as Savannah had always pictured it and as those eyes of hers fluttered shut, she couldn't help but allow the corners of her lips to curve up ever so slightly against his own. Gently pulling away, just enough so that she could speak against his lips, Savannah spoke. "What took you so long?"[/color] She said, a soft laugh hitting against him.

M U S I C , reba on television. (:
S T A T U S , completee!
W O R D C O U N T , 1,209 without the coding.
N O T E S , i hate myself for this pos. i love you too.
C L O T H I N G , minus the bag.
C R E D I T S , banner credit to tay @ caution.

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[maddox kostos]

There were surprisingly very few moments in his life that he truly never wanted to forget. One of these moments would have to be the first time he ever picked up a guitar. His mother had been the musician of the family, a burnt out jazz singer that may have been popular once upon a time. The woman had tried to impress her love of music on her children, but Maddox's two oldest brothers seemingly had better things to do. Lissy and Maddox, however, were the most receptive to their mother's teachings. If the woman had left them anything before she had left them, it had been a thorough knowledge of music. When he was seven years old, had just gotten in trouble for punching another little boy in a karate class that he shortly after dropped out of, his mother had finally just gotten fed up and given her son a long and hard look. What do you want to do, then, Maddox? What do you want to do? Her mother had asked him, more than just a little exasperated. Maddox considered her question for a long second. His seven year old's mind went over all the trivial things: a dog, a new skateboard. But finally, he settled on something that he knew would get him more than just a physical item to covet. I want a guitar, mommy. I want to play like you do.

From that moment on, Mrs. Kostos led Maddox, and through him Lissy (because at that age, the girl followed his lead in whatever he did), and inspired in them a clear love of music.

Slowly, his fingers became calloused, and he became more and more adept at creating music he loved. It was a passion of his, and with this came another moment that he never wanted to forget. His mother didn't come around much anymore, but when she did it was clear that Maddox and Lissy were her favorite children. She spent all her time with them, and while Lissy speculated that it was only because they were the two who actually stroked her ego and told her that she could never let her music die away, Maddox preferred to think it was simply because she loved him. You see, the entire reason behind Maddox starting music in the first place was so that his mother would love him more. So that she'd look at him with pride in her eyes. That had been the only reason. Because he started so young, he didn't really need to like what he was doing more than he loved the fact that his mother liked what he was doing. But, as he grew older, he began to see that letting music into his life, letting it shape and transform it, really blessed him. It was his one, strong love for the longest time. However, at one point, he almost lost his love for the beautiful music he created. His mother had come to visit them two years ago, and had convinced Maddox and his sister to do an open mic. They both complied, and by the time it was their turn to get up on stage, they had both been awfully nervous. Maddox's eyes were only for his mother, who stood beaming back stage, watching her children with pride. Lissy had taken her seat at the piano, and he began to strum softly the opening chords to a song he and his sister had created. It was a song about rejection, loss, and the love of a mother, made about their mother. They hadn't really thought of the effect it might have on the woman standing back stage, but they saw clearly after they had been applauded and begged for an encore, that their mother was not pleased.

She had taken them both backstage, and proceeded to tear into them for writing such a hurtful song. Lissy had stared at her mother in wide eyed shock, but Maddox's expression was the one who sent her mother totally over the edge. His eyes were wide, and his lips were slightly parted. His brows had been furrowed, and in the depths of his chocolate gaze you could see the hurt, and dawning realization that maybe his mother wasn't all he thought she could be. Mrs. Kostos had misinterpeted the look on Maddox's face, and raised a slender hand to his dark hair, yanking painfully as she told him never to sing that song again, then let him go roughly and exited. Maddox would never forget that moment, not as long as he lived. Because his music, which had brought his mother so close to him, had ended up tearing her apart. At that point, he seriously considered quitting the one thing that had become his passion. He moped for days, and not even Lissy could get to him. The only reason that he hadn't ended up quitting was because of one person, and one person only. Savannah Munroe never ceased to amaze him. She had been unfailing, listening to him vent his pain, then giving him feedback that helped him immeasurably. She had an effect on him that was like none other: she had been able to talk him down off that ledge, had been able to get him to rethink that throwing away what made his life worth something was a bad idea. It was shortly after that his eyes saw Savannah in a completely different light... one that he couldn't really get enough of. He started noting different things about her after that: the way her eyes seemed to sparkle when she laughed, the way her lips pursed when she was feeling serious, or the way her eyebrow seemed to quirk whenever she was trying to hide something for you.

But one thing that he would never, ever let out of his memory was the look she was giving him at that very moment. The one that laid her emotions out for him to see, and reassured them that he was also receiving all that he was giving, which was her heart. He shook his head gently at her question, his thumb continuing its gentle caress on her cheek as his chocolate eyes studied her beautiful blue ones. One of his hands reached down to catch the hand she just placed against his chest, and he laced his fingers through hers. She was so beautiful, it was crazy. It was making him hard to think clearly, which was probably why he didn't immediately let the next words sink in. Part of him had been thinking that her caring about him, too, was just too much. But, here it was. For him to see, she was just telling him how she felt. A soft, tender smile caused his pink lips to turn up slowly, "I'm glad... because it's all I've wanted for a long time, too."[/color] He confessed, his tone gentle. When their lips pressed together so softly, so sweetly, he couldn't help but be lost in the feel of her. He wasn't a boy for saying hokey or cheesy things, but this moment couldn't have been anymore perfect. When she pulled away, his eyes opened and he gazed into her beautiful face, a smirk lighting his features at her words, "Well, you know me. I'm awful with timing. But, better late than never."[/color] His tone was gently teasing, and he leaned forward and kissed her softly on the nose, before lowering his lips to hers once more, this kiss holding a little bit more passion, but still was as sweet as the first had been.

STATUS: finished!
TAGGED: savannah calico munroe <3
OUTFIT: right hurr
LISTENING TO: dare you to move, switchfoot
NOTES: they are loveee. c:

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