Jamie
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Forget this life, come with me, don't look back - you're safe now.
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Post by Jamie on Aug 21, 2004 22:49:48 GMT
*grins*
Lol. Life is cool. Especially when you're camping around a bonfire.
*sighs and stares into the flames, suddenly feeling en-characteristically serious*
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Post by Kasatzia on Aug 28, 2004 22:33:11 GMT
En-characteristically? Interesting, Jamie. *smiles slightly* Anyway. Chapter 12 IS being written. Just about. Want a sneak preview...?
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Post by Professor Windwaltz on Aug 29, 2004 1:23:51 GMT
I actually read that poem before...I told you, it made me remember someone I love...who doesn't love me...but I really should remember all the other people who I care about.
Michaela, Hikalyn, Cole-ness, Atticus, Orca, Chops and his entire fanclub, Agiel (even though he's dead and random), Crimson, Ronald McDonald, Zoe, and...Miguel Angeles, but he doesn't exist (to my knowledge). *sob*
*takes breath*
The Gryffie Prefects, all the other Prefects, noting Jade Cross, Kelly, and Marina Roeswood. ROWAN SHADOWGLEN. Of course the beloved Wilting Rose, and Acerbus Aecus (Even though they're the same person, I love them seperately.) And...
SNAPPLE!!!!!!!!!
Ahem. Thank you for listening to my list of the people I love. *plops down to read more of this delightful fanfiction*
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Maeva
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What I Know is I Don't Know
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Post by Maeva on Aug 29, 2004 2:50:07 GMT
Hmmm. I haven't had much of a shot so far to love such a vast collection of people yet. I love...ah, Adrian. And past and present Hufflepuffs. They're my lovers.
More story?! *cheers*
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Jamie
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Forget this life, come with me, don't look back - you're safe now.
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Post by Jamie on Sept 1, 2004 9:00:07 GMT
*dances around a maypole*
Come on Kassie, post some more. *encourages by threatening her with Chops' wrath*
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Jamie
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Forget this life, come with me, don't look back - you're safe now.
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Post by Jamie on Sept 1, 2004 9:01:42 GMT
By the way, T, sorry about... everything. I know 'sorry' doesn't mean much, but I truly mean it. By what I've seen, you're a great guy, and how that girl doesn't feel the same, I don't know. *sighs and hands him Chops*
Here. Hold him for a bit... see if it helps.
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Arwen
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--Amin Naa Lle Nai--
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Post by Arwen on Sept 12, 2004 3:00:34 GMT
*scowls* Have you finished writing the next chapter? It seems I've been waiting forever to read it... Please hurry, and post it ASAP.
EDIT: Sorry I sound so pushy...Don't mean to be, I just really like this fan fic and want to know what happens next.
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Jamie
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Forget this life, come with me, don't look back - you're safe now.
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Post by Jamie on Sept 12, 2004 8:59:47 GMT
Whoa, come on - she has other things to do than just write the next Chapter. She has a school life, and a social life (I think... Kassie, are you a computer?) so... y'know. She can't always be pleasing other people.
*sighs*
There we go. Out of my system. I'm sorry for being rude.
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Post by Kasatzia on Nov 13, 2004 13:01:03 GMT
*smiles slightly* ROLL UP, ROLL UP, CHAPTER TWELVE IS UP AND READY! AND LONG! More slash than usual in this Chapter, but not as much as some may like. ***** The end of the day had finally arrived, and I was a total wreck; I’d had friends stay over before, but it wasn’t just any old guy . . . it was a guy that I was head over heels for. And not just that – my mother was meeting him. Sure, she didn’t have to know that he was that kind of friend, but it would still somehow seem weird introducing them to each other. As I met Carter at the lockers, his eyes were bright, and his smile was just as gorgeous as ever . . . but there was something about him that was different. Ah. He was nervous – very nervous if the sweaty palm that I grabbed was anything to go by. I smiled what I hoped was a reassuring smile at Carter, to be returned quickly. Obviously, we were both s***-scared. Walking home was cool – we just chatted about random things (hands no longer holding each other . . . we figured we didn’t want to get beaten up that day). I found out that Carter loved Funeral for a Friend and AFI, the second being a band that I’d never taken to after listening to one of their songs called “The Boy who Destroyed the World”. Carter made a personal promise that by the end of the evening I would love AFI as much as he did. I seriously doubted that. “Okay, so are you sure your dad’s out of town for tonight?” he asked again, biting his bottom lip as he looked at me. I felt my heart soften; this was a side of Carter that he’d refused to show . . . he was actually scared. He was so damn adorable! I smiled at him encouragingly, nodding. “Yeah, dude, I told you already. Apparently he’s working with some guys that want to take over the business – whatever. More like he’s taking a blonde bimbo out for an overly-expensive meal before taking her back to some crummy hotel room.”<br> As I said this, the smile slowly fell from my face, until I was frowning. I could feel Carter’s eyes on me, but I didn’t meet them – I knew that he was trying to see if I was upset or unhappy, and no way in hell was I going to let him see that I was not happy. Well, until he suddenly leaned over and kissed me, that is. I laughed, ruffling his head playfully, before he reached up to do the same to mine. Fake horror passed across my face as I ran, crying back, “No, not the hair! Anything but the hair!”<br> We basically play-fought all the way back to my house, grinning like idiots as I unlocked the door and fell into the house. From the kitchen, I heard a bright voice call, “Jamie, sweetheart, is that you? Have you brought your friend with you?”<br> “Yes mom,” I called back, winking at Carter. “Do you want me to bring him in?”<br> “Of course, of course, invite him in!”<br> I tugged at Carter’s jumper as he lingered shyly in the doorway, basically dragging him into the room. The delicious smell of freshly baked cookies reached my nose as I wrapped my arms around her, kissing her on the forehead. “Hey mom . . . this is Carter. Carter . . . Mom.” Two pairs of eyes met, and instantly I knew they’d taken a liking to each other. Carter extended his hand shyly, and Mom took it gently in her own, holding it. “Well, I must say Carter, it’s a pleasure to meet you. I heard a lot about you over the weekend. You and Jamie sound almost joined at the hip in just a matter of a few days!”<br> Carter blushed madly, whilst I was busy staring open-mouthed at him. Who was this guy, and who’d taken Carter? He was so shy, so uncomfortable, so damn adorable! I could get used to this kind of Carter, although the dominant side was kind of a turn on . . . Luckily Mom intercepted my train of thoughts before they got too R-rated; her pleased little laugh ringing through the kitchen, as she looked Carter up and down, who was shifting around uncomfortably. Without realising what I was doing, my hand automatically reached out and took his, before the gentle feel of his skin shocked me into reality as I wrenched it away. I hurriedly looked at Mom, who seemed to have not noticed anything. “You look so shy! I’m sorry, should I stop talking? Jamie doesn’t bring people home much, and I’m not really used to the whole greeting thing -”<br> “No, no, Mrs. Hayes,” he said hurriedly, looking at her dark blue eyes with his stormy grey ones, “It’s me – I’m just pretty nervous about meeting you. Not that I’ve got anything to worry about now,” he added, smiling at her warmly, a slightly more confident version of Carter seeping through, but still perfectly polite. “You seem just as friendly and generous as Jamie is.”<br> His eyes flickered to me, but returned to my mother as she looked delightedly at him.
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Post by Kasatzia on Nov 13, 2004 13:01:37 GMT
“Well, aren’t you a sweetie?” she said, chucking him under the chin lightly. I bit my lip, hoping he wouldn’t take it the wrong way: however, it was evident by the big smile that lit up his face that he felt right at home here with Mom, something that made me smile to myself. As long as the two of them got on, I didn’t see any reason to worry about me and him being together –
Oh, apart from Dad. But that could wait.
I grinned at Mom.
“Have you been baking all afternoon?” I asked incredulously, gazing around at the cookies and cakes that were built up on the sides – a large twinkle erupted in her eyes.
“Well, what with your father being away, I wanted to treat you, and anyway . . . I expected that you’d bring a friend. I’m so pleased that you did.”<br> Their eyes met again – oh god. Mom was falling for him, not in THAT sense (otherwise there’d be words to be exchanged) but she was looking at him like she looked at puppies, kittens and all things cute. But he was my cute guy. I sidled up to him possessively, but as I did so, Mom’s eyes flickered down to our hands, which were just touching. I jerked my hand away quickly and smiled as if nothing was going on, but inside my chest my heart was hammering away – what if she knew? No, she couldn’t . . . she was being totally normal. She smiled again, turning away from us.
“Do you boys want to go up to Jamie’s bedroom? I won’t keep you any longer – feel free to order a pizza or whatever.”<br> Now she was being overly relaxed . . .so she did notice something. My smile faltered, but I turned and discreetly dragged Carter with me as I walked up the stairs two at a time.
“Okay Mom, ciao for now!”<br> Throwing open the door of my room, I threw Carter in and slammed my door shut.
He grinned at me.
“You’ve gotta be kidding me . . . you don’t like Linkin Park? Insane.”<br> My mouth fell open as Carter put my CD’s in piles of which he loved, liked, hated and found pure ugly, putting LP in the “hated” pile. I nudged him slightly with my foot, as he turned to me with a cheeky grin on his face.
“Hey, you don’t like AFI! Tit for tat.”<br> “Isn’t it tat for tat in our case?” I said, the spur of the moment apparently taking over. I clapped a hand to my mouth, falling back onto my bed as I grinned widely. I couldn’t believe that I had just said that, it was totally unlike me to quip about anything, let alone the fact that I was quickly turning gayer than a picnic basket. Carter’s eyes sparkled as they creased at the sides from his smile, quickly slipping a CD into the player and pressing “Play”. As he came and sat beside me, the opening bars of an unfamiliar song came on.
“Morningstar on repeat,” he said promptly, his gaze travelling over the part of my stomach that he could see from where my shirt had gone up. “AFI at its best. Or at least I love the song.”<br> I felt my cheeks tinge a little bit as his eyes roved over me, but I ignored it.
“Hmmm, well, we’ll have to see. I’m telling you though, last time I heard them they were a load of crap.”<br> Carter sat up suddenly and started tickling the skin he could see, making me double up and try to fight him off. He seemed to be stronger though, his fingertips tickling me wherever he could reach despite my desperate attempts to fight him off.
“Yeah well -” he said dodging my flailing arm. “I guess I’ll have to prove it to you somehow that -”<br> Winning, he threw his leg over me so he was on top of me, his hands pinning down my arms easily – not that it was much of a feat. Suddenly I didn’t want to fight him off anymore. As our eyes locked, the heat began to rise just from one single look . . . we were both breathing quite heavily, and the way his hair was falling over his eyes was just making me incredibly turned on.
“Prove to me what?” I said quietly, our eyes not tearing away from the powerful gaze. He blinked slowly, shifting slightly on my body so he was more level with me. I groaned a little, the pressure points that he was managing to lean on driving me slowly and steadily into a trance. He bit his bottom lip as earlier, but this time it was purely sexual . . . and damn it was working.
“Y’know… I can’t remember.”
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Post by Kasatzia on Nov 13, 2004 13:02:03 GMT
It was really so incredibly difficult to bear. I’d never wanted someone so much in my life, let alone a guy. Here he was, straddled on my hips, so light yet the weight of his body against mine was so very, very hot . . . as was I at the time. As these thoughts crowded my head, he dipped down and brushed his lips gently across mine, capturing them tantalisingly as we lay there. I let him kiss me for a while, not responding until the kiss became more urgent, more passionate – soon his tongue was pressing itself against my lips, begging for entry which after an excruciatingly long time I let him have. He growled a little as our tongues and lips made hot contact, our pulses racing away as we began to lose control slightly over what we were doing.
As we kissed, the pressure of him against me was beginning to make me slightly dizzy, and I also realised that he liked being the one that dominated rather than the submissive one. I wanted to let him dominate me, take me as he wanted, and for now I’d let him. For now.
Carter’s hands began to slide from my arms down, until he’d pulled away from me, to concentrate on what he was doing. He looked at me first, looked at my heavily falling chest and longing eyes – he smiled a little, letting his hands drift to the shirt that had began to ride up from my stomach. He pulled it up more, very slowly, before he began to let his fingertips drift lazily and lightly along my toned skin. This alone started to make my breathing rate increase again, short and sharp breaths. Soon I became accustomed to it, and enjoyed the sensations of being touched – but somehow, even this somewhat innocent way of touching me was . . .
Dirty.
His eyes were still on mine as he slowly undid each button of my shirt, letting the material fall away from my chest. With a sudden realisation, I remembered the cuts. The cuts I’d done on my stomach and my chest.
I sat up quickly, but he just pushed me back down, staring at each one as if examining an intricate design on a piece of glass. I was trembling with nerves and exhilaration, having no idea of how he might react to all of this – I hoped he wouldn’t desert me.
“Carter -”<br> His lips smothered mine, a passionate kiss erupting between us again. As he pulled away, his breath hot against my skin, he whispered,
“I love you, Jamie.”<br>
I shut my eyes.
He said it.
He said that he loved me.
But . . . after what I’d done.
He still loved me?
“Y-you do?” I whispered, my heart thudding slowly and painfully against me as I opened my eyes to look at him. He nodded slowly, shutting his own eyes.
“Yes, I do. Do you believe me?”<br> I was surprised at this question – how can he ask me that? I believed anything he told me. In a matter of a few days, this guy had made me realise more about myself than anyone else had from the other 17 years of my life. But . . . it was all so fast, confusing. I reached up with my hand and cupped his cheek with it. His eyes flew open in surprise.
“I . . . yes. No. I don’t know, Carter. I want to believe you, so that I can say it b-back. But I’m so scared that you don’t really . . . you know?” I ended helplessly.
Carter nodded gently, and for a moment, I thought he was going to kiss me again. Instead, his hands moved to the bottom of his own top, grasping it and them pulling it over his head. My breath caught in my throat as his muscles moved underneath his beautiful tanned skin as he pulled the top off – he literally took my breath away. Speechless, I blinked at him.
He smiled a tiny bit again, taking my hand gently and placing it on the warm skin of his chest, over his heart. I felt it pound away as the touch of his skin against mine sent shivers up my spine.
“Let me prove it to you,” he whispered, eyes burning into mine. “Let me show you my love.”
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Post by ~<3~Morgan Voltaire~<3~ on Nov 13, 2004 13:19:51 GMT
*Stares* I love you Kassie!!
*Glomps madly*
Mwua *Grins*
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Cella
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What is in a name, that which we call a rose, would smell as sweet...
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Post by Cella on Nov 13, 2004 16:11:45 GMT
Oh. My. Goddess. ;D
I love this fan fic! That's it Kassie you are going on my Top Ten Favorite Authors (TTFA).
*pulls out recliner, pop corn, mountain dew, and pixie sticks*
I'm prepared to wait as long as needed (hopefully not too long though) for more of this story..
*sits back waiting for more*
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Jamie
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Forget this life, come with me, don't look back - you're safe now.
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Post by Jamie on Nov 13, 2004 20:31:26 GMT
KASSIE! MY GOD. MORE, damn you. Go into details, do it all
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Post by K~Bear on Nov 15, 2004 6:26:24 GMT
OMG more more more!!!
I love it!
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