you are my heaven [storm]

[Maxine Isabeau Moon]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: dddddd; border: #cccccc solid 8px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] when you're young like this you're supposed to party Words: 923 Outfit: HERE Notes: GUILTY. GIRLS GUILTY. last night was fantastic. last night had been full of fantastic music, even better drinks, and dancing with every person she could get her hands on. she had smoked things that she'd never even heard of before. she'd been bumping and grinding her cute little booty across the dance floor by the third drink in her system and shamelessly singing along sloppily to every song she knew the words to. max had been ready to dance with every gorgeous person in that room and lose herself to the pounding beat of the speakers. the only guy that she had wanted to dance with was storm. the only guy that she had aimed to steal attention from was her best friend. something seemed to change in the middle of the night though, some time after she got into a drunken screaming match with one of the girls that glued herself to his side. her goal went from dragging storm out onto the dance floor to finding a new dancing partner. fortunately, she had found one. he was about her age, maybe a little bit older. he was cute. why not? all of her previous anger had flown out of the window when she saw him smile. he seemed so laid back and funny and charming. definitely not her stormy, but he would do for the night. she never expected to be charmed back into her own school by this handsome boy. she never expected to let herself lose control enough to even kiss this handsome boy, let alone spend the night with him. what was she thinking? she didn't do one night stands like this. she wasn't the type to trust people so easily. she'd woken up with a headache and the faint worry that she might throw up all of the alcohol she consumed the night before, but it hadn't worried her as much as the shock of waking up in someone elses room. in someone elses bed. max was not mentally prepared for an awkward morning like this one. she didn't expect for carter to take her out to breakfast or make plans to spend time with her after what had happened between them. hell, she didn't even expect him to wake up when she shifted out of bed and pulled on just enough clothes to get her back to her room. maxine wanted to shoot herself in the foot when he rolled over to see her leaving. she wasn't in the mood to stick around and he didn't look in the mood to play house. instead, max simply reminded him of her name and wished him a great day before leaving the room. she didn't even bother to button up her vest as she walked down the hall, trying to nurse her broken confidence. she should have felt triumphant to have landed such a hot guy for a one night stand, but instead she just felt dirty. there was something so guilty looking about walking through the boys dorm with her shoes, tie, and hat in hand with her shirt hanging wide open. she hadn't even bothered to take a look in the mirror before she left carter's dorm. she was sure that her hair and makeup looked just as crushed as her pride. what had she been thinking? she would keep all of this a secret. so long as no one caught her sneaking back into her dorm, no one would ever have to know. she didn't think that carter was the type to brag about his sexual conquests and honestly, who would brag about her? this could be their disgusting little secret. she would avoid him like the plague. not that he was bad at what he did, she just didn't like the idea of a constant reminded of what she had done. she felt like she had cheated, even though she wasn't even dating anyone. she felt as if she had committed the greatest crime she could have ever committed. never mind killing a man, she'd had a one night stand. look out world, here comes man-eater maxine! she thought bitterly, shifting her bra strap back up onto her shoulder before tucking her hair behind her ear, wrinkling her nose at the feeling of day old hairspray. the first thing she was going to do when she got back to her room was take a shower. maybe she would burn these clothes after that. maybe she would climb into her bed and sleep away the day. she frowned at the idea, her mind slowly slipping back to storm. how was she going to be able to face him after this? her mind spun in a thousand different directions, her eyes glued to her shoes as she walked. her fingers tangled into her hair as she tried in vain to bring her curls back to life. it wasn't until she heard footsteps in front of her that her gaze lifted quickly. she'd started to try to think of some kind of sarcastic comment to shoot one of her classmates or an excuse to deliver to a passing teacher, but all of the air gushed out of her lungs at the sight of one gorgeous boy moving quickly in her direction. her heart hurt and seemed to shatter at the same time. "stormy? i..." she started, though the sound of her own voice startled her. "morning." she said, though she instantly mentally kicked herself. if she hadn't wanted to crawl under a rock and die before, she definitely did now. created by ADE! Pb-ified by WILL

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[Tieran "Storm" Ashkevron]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 450px; background-image: url(http://i1081.photobucket.com/albums/j348/SimiXiamara/TemplateStuff/StormClouds2.jpg); padding-bottom: 20px;] ready, set, go! to young to live a lie, look into my eyes. back to zero, your time's about to come. let them know you're not just anyone. The night had started out damn good. He was having the best time with his best girl, it was just the two of them, and they were rocking the town. Sneaking off the grounds hadn't been all that difficult, really, nor had it been hard to get into the Cell. Once inside, there were plenty of people who wanted to buy them drinks, and once the bartender noticed that they were drinking anyway, they were allowed to finally get their own drinks. Among other things. He hadn't even noticed she'd gone at first, assuming, perhaps, that she'd simply gone to get another drink. But when she didn't come back for a long time, he began to get worried. Even the pretty ladies dancing with him couldn't pull his mind off of his best girl as he searched around the club for her. Even going so far as to stand on a chair or table (he couldn't remember which) to scan over everyone's heads. Nothing. She was gone. Well shit. Where the hell was she? Had someone drugged her and dragged her off to rape her? He had one of the ladies he was dancing with check the bathroom. Nothing. He left the club, checked the alley. Nothing. It was 3:00 in the morning and there was no sign of his best friend. Had she gone home with whoever it was? Max wasn't that kind of girl. He knew she could handle herself, but again, what if she had been drugged while he hadn't been on the lookout. The cold, crisp air of the November night pulled Storm from his drunken and high stupor. He spent hours scouring the town, even going so far as to look in windows of the houses to see if he could see his best girl. Why would she have left without telling him unless she hadn't done it of her own free will? By sunrise, he was torn completely apart, sure that she had been drugged, kidnapped, raped, and was probably either dead or still being tortured. All because he had let her out of his sight. It was all his fault. He was supposed to be watching out for her. He hadn't done his job. He'd been to caught in the moment dancing with pretty girls, and yes, even pretty boys, and he'd allowed his best friend, the only woman he really loved to get kidnapped. Hell, he'd even already gone to the jail house to be sure she hadn't been picked up for public drunkenness or for being under the influence of narcotics. Or just for being passed out on the street. Nothing. And according to the man, he couldn't file a missing persons report unless she had been missing for 24 hours. By then it would be to late. He himself almost got arrested for assaulting a policeman. He was just lucky the man decided not to press charges for getting slugged in the jaw once his fellow officers had pulled Storm off of him. How could he so callously sit there when a young teenage girl was missing!? His best friend! But that cop didn't know his Beau. His Beau who was not like him... she wasn't a whore... she wasn't a slut. She was the best of him. And she was gone. Finally... coming up around 8:00, he moved back towards the school. His one final place to look. Maybe she'd gone back to school and had forgotten to tell him. He moved through the halls like a zombie, hoping against hope that it was just her drunken mind forgetting to tell him that she was tired... that she was leaving. She had to be there. He was begging with all of his mind for her to be there. He would never again let her go if he found her safe. The night had opened his eyes to how much he really cared about his girl. "Please God... just let her be safe," he whispered softly, his voice breaking ever-so-slightly. He finally reached her room. Raising his hand, he knocked. He waited for a moment, closing his eyes and resting his head against the door. "Please," he whispered again, willing himself not to cry. He steadied himself and knocked again. "Max!" he called out, and it was at that point that he heard movement inside. His hopes flared to life again as he waited. And waited some more. "Come on, Max, its me. Open up the damned door!" he exclaimed, now to the breaking point between calm and hystarics. He heard the door unlock, watched the doorknob turn, elations running high. He would grab her up and hug her and kiss her and swing her around and then... oh then she would be in for it. She was going to be in so much trouble she wouldn't know what- It wasn't Max. "Lavinia," Storm said, his stomach dropping to the floor. "Nia, where's Max? Tell her to get her ass out here," he ordered, frowning when the other girl said that Max wasn't there. He didn't believe her, he pushed past her into the room. There was Max's bed... still perfectly made and unslept in. That was the final straw. He bit back the tears. Max was gone. His beautiful Max. God, would he ever see her smile again? Would he ever hear her laughter? Would she ever sneak back into his room at night because she had a nightmare? Would he ever be woken up again by her jumping on him and telling him to get his lazy bones out of bed? Would their be anymore piggy-back rides? Would he ever feel her warmth pressed against him again? He needed to be alone. Then... then he would go to Nykki... or to Salizar. He needed to tell the counselors. He would confess. He'd tell them everything. How he'd failed to keep her safe. But right now... he was going to break down... and no one needed to see that. He only hoped that Jack had spent the night with Nix so that he would have the room to himself. But of course Jack had been with Nix. Jack wouldn't have slept alone in the room. Unless Nix had come down to him. But that rarely happened. He turned and pushed back Nia, ignoring her comment that he looked like hell, and moved towards the boys dormatory. He was staring at the ground, a hollow shell. His Max was gone. She would probably never come back. His beautiful, adorable, funny, loving Roo... was gone. He heard someone approaching him, and he really didn't want to deal with anyone. He raised his gaze to see whom it was, prepared to snap at them just to leave him alone. His stomach dropped again. Because instead of being a classmate or upperclassmen coming down from the top floor... it was Max. He rushed towards her, preparing to capture her into his embrace when he realized exactly what she looked like. Barefoot. Carrying her hat, shoes, and the tie she'd been wearing. Her shirt left to hang open. In the boys dorms. She hadn't been with him... he hadn't been there. And if he hadn't been there, and if Jack was upstairs like Storm strongly believed he was, then she hadn't just fallen asleep in his empty bed as she had done so many times. No. She'd been with someone else. His stomach, which had finally returned to it proper place in his abdomen, twisted. Knotted. Bile rose up into the back of his throat. And then she was speaking. Morning? Morning?! That was all she could say after what she'd put him through?! He'd thought she was dead! Or worse! He clenched his jaw, fisted his hands. She'd gone home with someone else. That had probably contributed a lot to what he was feeling. Not only anger at her having run off without telling him... but... a different feeling. He'd all but confessed to himself these past five hours that he was completely and totally madly in love with his best friend. And she'd gone home with someone else. She didn't want him. She'd left... with someone else. Without even telling him. He ached to know who it was. Who did she like better than him? Who had been given the honor of being her lover for the night? Who had had his nasty hands all over his Roo? His beautiful, untarnished Roo. Who had she allowed to touch her. To fuck her? If her attire didn't say everything, the state of her hair and makeup did. The swollen lips from passionate kissing. The hair tousled from fingers and pillows. The state of her undress. She had chosen someone else. She didn't give a shit about him after all. Hadn't even had the curtesy of telling him she had chosen someone else. He wondered vaguely if he hadn't caught her if she'd have told him at all. He grounded himself, still staring at her, the silence growing ever tenser as he watched her. "Morning?" he asked softly, watching her as he fought to keep his voice steady. "Yeah. I guess it is morning, isn't it?" He watched her carefully. "Well. At least I know now that you're not lying dead and broken in a ditch somewhere, so that's comforting. Where did you-" He stopped himself. No, he better not ask that. If he knew who it was, there was no guarantee that he wouldn't try to rip the boy to shreds. "You know what? Nevermind. You're alive, and obviously safe. So... it doesn't even matter. But... if you don't mind... I think I'm going to go to my room now and get my stuff to take a shower," he stated, slowly pushing past her and moving towards his room. Where he could comfortably come apart at the seams. If he hadn't needed to be alone before, he definitely needed that now. || words: 1,717 || tag: beau || outfit: here || notes: OMG, I dunno where that came from! I cried! ||

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[Maxine Isabeau Moon]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: dddddd; border: #cccccc solid 8px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] when you're young like this you're supposed to party Words: 1398 Outfit: HERE Notes: GUILTY. GIRLS GUILTY. the awkward silence that hung in the air between them was enough to force max to the brink of hysteria. why wouldn't he say something? she could deal with anger or disappointment, but the silence was enough to make her mind wander. as her eyes wandered over him against her better judgement, max couldn't help but frown. why was it that they were both wearing the same clothing from the night before? she wasn't sure if she felt more disgusted or horrified at the images that crossed her mind of all the things her best friend could have done the night before. she had absolutely not room to talk about disgusting things though, so she kept her mouth clamped shut in a hard line. her lips were swollen and she could tell that they were going to start getting chapped soon, but it didn't stop her from pressing them together with painful force. something told her that she wasn't the only one that had been up all night. knowing storm's sexual past, she wouldn't be surprised if he was just getting back to the school. wonder who it was. maybe it was that pretty blonde girl in the tube top... or the red head with the bubblegum lipstick. she thought bitterly, shifting her things from one hand to the other. or both. she added hastily, forcing herself not to roll her eyes. she wasn't sure if she was more disgusted by herself or the idea that she was just as bad as those sloppy sluts at the club the night before. frowning at herself as she shivered, max tugged her vest closed as much as she could with one hand before closing her eyes and willing her mind to shut up. it wasn't until she heard the boy in front of her speak that she opened her eyes again, her eyebrows pulling together in confusion. something about his tone sent chills down her spine. something about the coldness of his voice was far worse than any other scoldings she'd ever received in her lifetime. max could handle disappointing or angering her parents because she knew that she would always be their little girl, but when it came to storm, she knew that there was always a chance that she could mess everything up. she knew how to mess things up so well in her life that she was surprised he had managed to stick around this long. silence hung between them again, so thick that max could feel herself having a hard time breathing properly. why did she feel like this? she nodded under the weight of his gaze, but she couldn't help but swallow harshly at the obvious anger in his tone. "storm..."

[/color] she started, not really understanding why she felt the need to explain herself to her best friend, but something felt wrong. something was wrong about this entire situation. why was he so angry? her eyebrows pulled together in confusion as she thought hard on what she could have possibly done wrong to irritate him so badly. it hit her like a mac truck as she heard storm go on, making her realize that she hadn't told him where she had gone before leaving the club the night before. she hadn't even thought about pulling herself away from the dance floor or carter long enough to tell her best friend that she was leaving him all to himself. she'd ditched the only boy she'd ever felt normal around. clenching her teeth to stop herself from physically harming herself, max closed her eyes again in a guilty pause before glancing toward her best friend again. "i'm sorry i didn't tell you that i was leaving. i guess it didn't.. really... i didn't really think before i left."[/color] she said softly, shooting him a meek smile, though it fell short from reaching her eyes. she never stopped to think before she did things or said things. that fact alone had gotten her into so much trouble when she was a little girl. obviously it was still getting her in trouble, though not with mom or dad.

she felt a gush of air push out of her lungs as storm went on, trying to blow the whole thing off. she knew just from the way his shoulders continued to stay tense that he was angry. she could tell by the hard line of his jaw that he was tired and worried. "i'm sorry, stormy."[/color] she repeated softly, sighing before releasing her shirt to run her fingers through her deflated hair once again. she faked a smile as he brushed it all off again before physically brushing past her in a surprisingly icy way that threatened to shatter her heart. "i guess... that's a good idea..."[/color] she said to herself in a way that reminded her of a sick puppy. it took all of the strength in her to keep walking down that hallway and not turn around and run after storm and throw herself into his arms. she forced her mind to relax, trying to reason with herself that both of them needed a long shower and a fresh change of clothing before she ran back to his room. with every step that she took in the direction away from him, she felt her heart break a little more. she'd obviously disappointed her. maybe her original thought of catching him in his own walk of shame was wrong. actually, it seemed more realistic that he had been looking for her. he was much too pissed off to have just come back from some chick's house.

she forced herself to keep walking and not turn around, letting out a sigh of relief when she moved into her dorm and moved directly toward the closet. she didn't care that she wasn't alone. she honestly didn't even care to listen to anything other than her own racing thoughts. she probably seemed like a mess, busting into the room like that and remaining silent until she moved into the bathroom, but she didn't truthfully care. the warm water felt fantastic. she could almost imagine that it was washing away her sins. she could almost imagine that all of her guilt and shame was washing right down the drain, but the soreness between her thighs was enough of a reminded of what she'd done. she let herself enjoy her warm shower for a short while before she forced herself to climb out and pull on pajamas, glad that they didn't have classes to attend that day. she probably should go and visit alaric today and try to be cheerful, but she just didn't feel like seeing anyone. she wanted to crawl into her bed and sleep forever, but she forced herself to move back toward the building that she had just returned from. she figured that storm was probably relaxed a bit more now that he had a shower, but she wasn't sure if it was a good idea to push herself back into his company so soon after a stand off like that. max had never been the type to wait things out though. instead she moved down the hall that she knew lead to her best friend's room, not truly looking where she was going as much as just going through the motions. all it took was hearing one familiar voice to pull her back to reality.

jack looked flustered and confused and a little more horrified than usual, and that put her on high alert. she hadn't expected what she heard, but it made her worry even more. why would storm trash his room? was he really that angry? she didn't understand why her best friend would be angry enough to throw a fit like the one jack had described. it took a minute or two to muster up enough courage to move up to the door of storm's room, letting her knuckles to rasp over the cool wood a few times before standing back and crossing her arms much like how a worried parent would. or a confused girlfriend. she shook off the idea, sending the puffballs on her hat flying over her shoulders. "tieran, open the door."[/color] she pleaded, feeling the edge of hysteria falling back into her voice. she winced at the idea of losing it. "come on, you can't trash your whole room without inviting me."[/color][/div]

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[Tieran "Storm" Ashkevron]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 450px; background-image: url(http://i1081.photobucket.com/albums/j348/SimiXiamara/TemplateStuff/StormClouds2.jpg); padding-bottom: 20px;] ready, set, go! to young to live a lie, look into my eyes. back to zero, your time's about to come. let them know you're not just anyone. Storm was barely keeping a hold on himself. He wanted to know why. Why had she left with someone else? Why had she betrayed him like that? He watched her as she said his name, seeming to notice that he was pissed off. Of course, with as well as Max knew him, if she didn't know he wasn't happy then she had no right calling herself his friend. Of course, she'd had him worried to death about her for over five hours while she'd been here allowing some dick to fuck her senseless. He kept his teeth clenched together to keep from yelling at her, telling her where she could go shove her fucking apology. His heart, already cracked from his hours of worry and thinking that she must be dead, was at the shattering point, and he needed to be left alone so that it could break in peace. "I guess you weren't really thinking much at all last night, were you?" he demanded roughly, shaking his head slightly. No, she hadn't been thinking much at all. And then she was apologizing to him again. "Don't worry about it, Max... 'cause odds are, you aren't really all that sorry." She was only sorry that he was pissed off. She wasn't sorry about what she'd done. Of course, then she was claiming that taking a shower would be a good idea. Yeah. She had to go clean herself of the filth of another man. She didn't need to be talking to him like that, it was only making him even more pissy to think about it. He wondered if whoever the jackass had been had used protection. Or was she, at this very moment, filled with his seed? He clenched his teeth even more, feeling like his whole head was vibrating at this point. He strode away from her with controled steps, not running from her as he wished to do. Though once he was down the next hall, he took off, fleeing from her. He reached the door of his room and pulled his key out of his pocket and unlocked the door. He walked into a room that most guys would have cringed over. Almost every single thing within it was pink, except for one bed, and one desk. The small dressers that were situated between the two beds were even covered with pink things, and Hello Kitty ornaments. Nearly all the walls, and one of the open closets looked like someone had spilled pepto bismal all over it. Storm didn't bat an eyelash. It was something he was used to, his roommate Jack was a girl trapped in a boy's body. The pink bed was made, it looked like Jack had spent the evening with Phoenix after all. He shut the door behind him and he couldn't hold it in any longer. His hand reached out to the nearest thing: a lamp. He lifted it easily and threw it, with all the force he could muster, against the far wall, watching the bulb flash and hearing the glass of the bulb and base shatter into a million shards. A ceramic mug followed after it and then, he could no longer even tell what it was that he was throwing. After a few minutes of those, Storm sank down to his knees, head bowed as he slouched slightly, tears streaming down his cheeks. He glared at the shards of glass on the floor, and realized that more than one thing was bright pink. He'd have to replace anything he'd broken of Jack's. But at the moment, he just wanted to die. His heart lie in the pit of his stomach, just as shattered as these glass objects. He vaguely heard a different sound. Jack's voice. He wasn't even sure if Jack had been there through the whole thing. Maybe in the closet. Or maybe he'd just gotten back. Either way, Storm closed his eyes, clenching his fists. "I'm sorry, Jack," he whispered softly. "I... I'll replace everything, I promise." There was something said about him not wanting to be there and Storm nodded. He wouldn't either. Maybe Jack did have enough male instincts to know when to leave another man to himself. Or maybe he'd just scared the shit out of him with all the throwing and the breaking and the crying. Why had he been forced to realize how completely and irrevocably in love with Max he was last night? Why? It hurt so much, why did he have to feel like this? He heard someone knocking at the door behind him. He wondered if Jack had come back and forgot his key. But then he heard her voice. He closed his eyes tightly, fighting another wave of tears. Why couldn't she just leave him alone? Give him the space he needed to come to grips with the fact that she didn't love him? That she had chosen someone else? "Go away, Maxine," he called out once he was sure that his voice would not waver. Of course, then the other was telling him that he couldn't trash his room without her. "I'll do whatever I please, Maxine, he stated loudly before lowering his voice slightly. "Just like you." He reached up, wiping his cheeks slightly as he forced himself to stop crying. Unfortunately, Storm knew he wasn't just going to get rid of Max so easily. Once she got it in her head to do something, it was like moving a wall to get her to change her mind. He slowly got to his feet and moved over towards his bed, sitting on the edge with his back to the door. "It's not locked, Max," he said simply, not bothering to look back over at the door as he heard it open. He was staring at the wall when he heard the door close. "What do you want?" he asked of the girl that he couldn't see. Did she want to further humiliate him? Why would she want to do that? Why did she want to hurt him? Just her very presence here was hurting him, making him want to start crying all over again. Make him want to hunt down that sorry sonofabitch that she came back with last night. || words: 1,196 || tag: beau || outfit: here || notes: ||

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[Maxine Isabeau Moon]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: dddddd; border: #cccccc solid 8px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] when you're young like this you're supposed to party Words: Outfit: HERE Notes: GUILTY. GIRLS GUILTY. max was one stubborn girl. every since she was a little girl, she had been ridiculously hard headed. once she got her mind set on something, nothing would come between her and her goal. she was always very driven when it came to things she wanted or cared about, especially when it came to storm. she wasn't sure if she really should be pushing her best friend like this, but she wasn't about to walk away when she knew that he was upset with her. she didn't entirely understand why he was so upset, but she could tell that something was off in the 'force'. she wanted to be able to get angry and pound on the door and throw a fit right there in the hallway, but she wouldn't. she didn't want to come across as more pathetic than she already looked. right now, she needed to swallow down all of the heart ache and emotions and plaster a pretty smile on her face and be strong. even if she was so confused that she wasn't sure which way was up any more. "no. i'm going to sit right here and bug you until you let me in."

[/color] she said seriously, knocking again on the wooden surface to make a point of what she said. she had to force herself to swallow the lump down in her throat that rose so painfully fast at his words. she could tell just by the stubborn attitude of his tone that he was throwing a hissy fit, but she couldn't understand why. how many times had he gone home with dirty girls and left her to sleep all by herself, wondering if she would see him the next day? how many times had she been forced to crawl into his empty bed and cry herself to sleep, entirely out of pain that she knew she wasn't good enough? what did he want from her? she didn't understand what was wrong with her having a little bit of fun - even if it was ripping her apart inside now - when he did the same thing all the time? she couldn't believe how hypocritical he was being. "come on, storm. just let me in already."[/color] she pleaded, resting her forehead against the door, silently trying to reason with herself.

she waited until she knew that she could come into the room without being ripped in half, slowly pushing open the door with her foot before moving into the room and closing the door behind her. the look of the room was shocking, but she had honestly expected it. all it took was one look at her best friend to know that he wasn't going to relax any time soon. she understood that he had been worried about her safety. she understood that he had probably wasted a ridiculous amount of time looking for her, but she was safe. she couldn't understand why he could be angry enough to turn his back on her after he realized that she was safe. had the tables been turned, she would have wrapped her arms around him and never let go. she felt awkward hovering by the door, a wall of coldness seemed to pull itself impossibly tight around storm. "i just... want to see you."[/color] she said easily, plastering on one of the worst fake smiles she probably ever could have come up with, but it gave her enough confidence to move toward the bed and flop down on the opposite side. she had made herself comfortable in this room a long time ago, but now there was no 'safe' feeling in this room. she had to remind herself quite a few times that this was storm.

he was her best friend. he was the one man that she felt comfortable around in every situation. the man that made the world stop when he smiled and made her heart shatter into tiny pieces when he was angry. the man that was a perfect snuggler and such a passionate artist. and most of all, the man that she loved with her whole heart. moving her eyes to take in his tense shoulders and set jaw, max couldn't help but sigh softly. it took everything inside of her to push herself up onto her knees and wrap her arms around his neck, pressing her forehead to the side of his head gently and closing her eyes. "why won't you smile, stormy?"[/color] she whispered, nuzzling his ear with her nose softly before pulling her head back to try and look at his face. "why did you break your room? i mean, not that it doesn't look... artistic in here now... but your stuff, storm.."[/b][/div]

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[Tieran "Storm" Ashkevron]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 450px; background-image: url(http://i1081.photobucket.com/albums/j348/SimiXiamara/TemplateStuff/StormClouds2.jpg); padding-bottom: 20px;] ready, set, go! to young to live a lie, look into my eyes. back to zero, your time's about to come. let them know you're not just anyone. Why the hell did she have to be so fucking stubborn? Why couldn't she just leave him alone to mend his heart in peace? He just needed to break down by himself so that he could put himself back together, stopping the break-down process at that moment was going to just make it all worse later, he was sure. But she wouldn't leave him alone. Well, he'd already humiliated himself in front of her earlier, so he supposed it wasn't going to make that much of a difference one way or the other if she was in the room or sitting out in the hallway. He remained stationary as he heard the door open finally to admit the girl. He didn't want to look at her. If he did, then he was going to start crying again and that was not something he needed to do. He closed his eyes when she stated that she just wanted to see him. "You just saw me not ten minutes ago, Max." Of course, as logical as that reasoning might be, Max was anything but a logical creature. She was spontaneous, she was passionate... she was not always logical. The silence grew longer and he heard her shifting through the broken glass on the floor towards the bed slowly before feeling it dip behind him to indicate that she had positioned herself on the bed behind him. From the force of the movement of the bed, he implied that she'd literally just allowed herself to fall onto the bed, which was typical of Max, yet seemed a bit carefree for the tension that hung in the room between them even though they were closer now. Again, Storm closed his eyes as he felt the bed shift beneath him, meaning that Max was on th emove yet again. He'd heard her sigh and he felt the ache to turn and face her become even stronger. And then he felt her arms coming around him and her forehead pressing against the side of his head slightly. Why wouldn't he smile? What the hell was he supposed to say to that? I won't smile because you've ripped my heart out. I won't smile because I have no will of my own anymore. He wasn't entirely sure how to say it without upsetting her. But then again, why did he care if he upset her? After all that he'd been through the last few hours, he deserved to be pissed off, right? He felt her nuzzle against his ear before pulling away. He opened his eyes and fought the urge to roll them at her question about why he'd broken his room. "I felt like redecorating and this way seemed like it would be more fun." He slowly looked around and sighed. "I didn't factor in the clean-up afterwards, though." He reached up, gently dislodging her arms from around his neck as he moved to grab the trash can and knelt down, starting to pick up the shards of glass. "Just stay on the bed," he said softly to her. At least this way, he didn't have to look her in the eyes. He felt like utter shit, why the hell wasn't he throwing her out? Love. He hated that internal voice that never wanted to shut up. It needed to shut up. Badly. All it wanted him to do was to take Max up in his arms and never let her go again. || words: 701 || tag: beau || outfit: here || notes: ||

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