Post by lucas on Jul 5, 2011 0:30:38 GMT -5
theodore rylan abercrombie
eighteen , gryffindor , freshman , niall horan , canon
name:
theodore rylan abercrombie.
nicknames:
teddy.
age:
eighteen.
house:
gryffindor.
occupation:
an aspiring musician.
blood status:
half-blood.
wand:
eleven and a half inches, black maple with essence of silver thistle.
relationship status:
single.
theodore rylan abercrombie.
nicknames:
teddy.
age:
eighteen.
house:
gryffindor.
occupation:
an aspiring musician.
blood status:
half-blood.
wand:
eleven and a half inches, black maple with essence of silver thistle.
relationship status:
single.
play-by:
niall horan.
hair color:
a dirty blonde color. it's got random bits of a platnium blonde shade in it, though teddy doesn't die it or put anything in it to get that color.
eye color:
bright blue.
distinguishing features:
teddy has a toothy, innocent smile, that he is often identified with. he also has dimples that go with such. however, teddy actually despises this childlike look that he holds, because it contributes to his young looking appearance. though teddy has already hit puberty, he does not feel like he'll ever grow taller than the five feet and nine inches that he's settled at for the past few years. this bothers teddy to no end, and because of his size, he's often the target of some bullying.
style:
a very casual, yet somewhat stylish. teddy tends not to care too much about fashion, but he'll care enough to have a variation of sweaters and sweatshirts to layer over collared shirts and whatever he feels like wearing. despite the fact he has an assortment of different belts, his jeans are always sagging, but his chunky, nike shoes often go well with them. teddy pulls off a messy, i-only-care-a-little look pretty well.
niall horan.
hair color:
a dirty blonde color. it's got random bits of a platnium blonde shade in it, though teddy doesn't die it or put anything in it to get that color.
eye color:
bright blue.
distinguishing features:
teddy has a toothy, innocent smile, that he is often identified with. he also has dimples that go with such. however, teddy actually despises this childlike look that he holds, because it contributes to his young looking appearance. though teddy has already hit puberty, he does not feel like he'll ever grow taller than the five feet and nine inches that he's settled at for the past few years. this bothers teddy to no end, and because of his size, he's often the target of some bullying.
style:
a very casual, yet somewhat stylish. teddy tends not to care too much about fashion, but he'll care enough to have a variation of sweaters and sweatshirts to layer over collared shirts and whatever he feels like wearing. despite the fact he has an assortment of different belts, his jeans are always sagging, but his chunky, nike shoes often go well with them. teddy pulls off a messy, i-only-care-a-little look pretty well.
likes:
singing, girls, his family, macaroni and cheese, christmas tree lights, baggy jeans, the smell of cut grass, flying on his broom, dancing, muggle music, heights, stormy days, breakfast for dinner, cats, sneaking around, tricking people, and water-guns.
dislikes:
the dark arts, tall people, humidity, being humiliated, people who try to be perfect, spicy food, having fears, being looked down upon, the dark, bats, forgetting to brush his teeth, bingo, and soap operas.
strengths:
kind, overly considerate, defensive of his friends and family, protective, courageous, does not let his size get to him, and is a good listener.
weaknesses:
does not always say how he feels, a bit quiet, has trouble being honest, cares too much about people, gets attached easily, is somewhat impulsive, and hates change.
fears:
being alone in the dark. teddy is one of the bravest kids you'll ever meet and isn't afraid to prove such in the daytime- but the night is a completely different matter. he refuses to leave his room after it gets dark, and though he can't exactly pinpoint what he's afraid of, the dark gives teddy the shivers just the same.
dreams:
teddy aspires to be a famous singer. it's a bit of a reach, he knows, but can't help but strive to achieve this dream just the same. he also wishes for his family and friends to be safe and happy for the rest of their lives.
secrets:
teddy is secretly very frustrated with himself and his appearance. his size often gets him down, and he often feels like he'll never amount to anything. the desire to make something of himself has always been prominent in teddy, and he knows that it might lead to bad consequences, teddy is willing to go to desperate measures to achieve such fame.
personality:
"er.. hey. i'm theodore.. but call me teddy. please. er.. so how are you? i mean, wait, that doesn't make sense.. well, about me. right. i'm eighteen years old, a freshman.. dunno. my mum's from bristol, my dad's irish, so i'm a bit of both. s'nice, i suppose.. but anyways, getting back to me. people tell me i'm nice, which isn't something i try to do, but i guess it works out. sometimes i get called the 'gay best friend,' which is definitely sort of annoying, considering i'm not gay. like.. really. i'm not. er.. yeah. nothing against gay people, though.. i'm friendly with everyone, i suppose. but if you treat my mates like shit, no matter who they are, then i'm obligated to treat you like shit. i mean.. that sounds well rude, but i'm a bit defensive. and impulsive. i get underestimated all the time, so sometimes i gotta act big. people think i can't do much cos i'm little, but if i want to, i can do some serious shit. i mean.. sort of..
er, but.. i'm not normally like.. violent. i'm pretty cool, i reckon. er, shit. let's pretend that didn't sound conceited. i'm sort of quiet, i like to keep to myself.. dunno. my mum says i'm soft spoken. i'm a bit of a people pleaser, which is slightly shit, but i can't help it. i like to get on the good side of everyone, y'know? er, but anyways. i have loads of trouble with being honest with people, just cos i hate hurting peoples feelings. i like to sing a lot. it sounds rubbish and stupid, yeah, but i just love it. dancing, too. 'course, most lads make fun of me for doing the two, which is well shit. but i get over it. life moves on, yeah?"
singing, girls, his family, macaroni and cheese, christmas tree lights, baggy jeans, the smell of cut grass, flying on his broom, dancing, muggle music, heights, stormy days, breakfast for dinner, cats, sneaking around, tricking people, and water-guns.
dislikes:
the dark arts, tall people, humidity, being humiliated, people who try to be perfect, spicy food, having fears, being looked down upon, the dark, bats, forgetting to brush his teeth, bingo, and soap operas.
strengths:
kind, overly considerate, defensive of his friends and family, protective, courageous, does not let his size get to him, and is a good listener.
weaknesses:
does not always say how he feels, a bit quiet, has trouble being honest, cares too much about people, gets attached easily, is somewhat impulsive, and hates change.
fears:
being alone in the dark. teddy is one of the bravest kids you'll ever meet and isn't afraid to prove such in the daytime- but the night is a completely different matter. he refuses to leave his room after it gets dark, and though he can't exactly pinpoint what he's afraid of, the dark gives teddy the shivers just the same.
dreams:
teddy aspires to be a famous singer. it's a bit of a reach, he knows, but can't help but strive to achieve this dream just the same. he also wishes for his family and friends to be safe and happy for the rest of their lives.
secrets:
teddy is secretly very frustrated with himself and his appearance. his size often gets him down, and he often feels like he'll never amount to anything. the desire to make something of himself has always been prominent in teddy, and he knows that it might lead to bad consequences, teddy is willing to go to desperate measures to achieve such fame.
personality:
"er.. hey. i'm theodore.. but call me teddy. please. er.. so how are you? i mean, wait, that doesn't make sense.. well, about me. right. i'm eighteen years old, a freshman.. dunno. my mum's from bristol, my dad's irish, so i'm a bit of both. s'nice, i suppose.. but anyways, getting back to me. people tell me i'm nice, which isn't something i try to do, but i guess it works out. sometimes i get called the 'gay best friend,' which is definitely sort of annoying, considering i'm not gay. like.. really. i'm not. er.. yeah. nothing against gay people, though.. i'm friendly with everyone, i suppose. but if you treat my mates like shit, no matter who they are, then i'm obligated to treat you like shit. i mean.. that sounds well rude, but i'm a bit defensive. and impulsive. i get underestimated all the time, so sometimes i gotta act big. people think i can't do much cos i'm little, but if i want to, i can do some serious shit. i mean.. sort of..
er, but.. i'm not normally like.. violent. i'm pretty cool, i reckon. er, shit. let's pretend that didn't sound conceited. i'm sort of quiet, i like to keep to myself.. dunno. my mum says i'm soft spoken. i'm a bit of a people pleaser, which is slightly shit, but i can't help it. i like to get on the good side of everyone, y'know? er, but anyways. i have loads of trouble with being honest with people, just cos i hate hurting peoples feelings. i like to sing a lot. it sounds rubbish and stupid, yeah, but i just love it. dancing, too. 'course, most lads make fun of me for doing the two, which is well shit. but i get over it. life moves on, yeah?"
parents:
evan abercrombie and lucy weasley
siblings:
a fraternal twin sister. teddy gets along fairly well with her, though he hates how even she is taller than him.
history:
theodore rylan abercrombie was born shortly after his fraternal sister, to parents evan and lucy abercrombie, at the early time of 12:01 in the morning. though the time itself was a bit inconvenient for his mum, the pregnancy was otherwise quite normal, and the family was able to leave the hospital a few days later. the couple and the twins lived in ireland for a few months after their birth, until evan and lucy decided to pack up their trunks and shuttle their new family on down to bristol. while in bristol, the abercrombie family moved into the small, but cozy house that they would proceed to live in for the next few years to come.
from a young age, it became apparent that the twins were very different. it was obvious that they were very different physically, but one only needed to spend time with the two for a few moments to take notice of such. teddy's sister was always quite normal, and did what other girls her age did, while young teddy was constantly surprising the adults that surrounded him. teddy, though quite cute and cuddly, was fairly timid and seemed to enjoy spending time by himself. however, as soon as he was left alone, teddy seemed to hate the alone time that he'd unintentionally given himself, and would desperately try to escape such loneliness. at that point he would proceed to sing, dance, and scamper around as toddlers do, until he finally received the attention of his parents once more. and then, after going to such lengths to gain the said attention, teddy would promptly shut up and isolate himself once more.
needless to say, his act amused his parents and their friends, to the point where teddy found himself constantly wallowing in the attention. people were aware that it was wrong to encourage teddy to act with two different personalities, but they also knew that they had to let time run its course. even from a young age teddy was struggling with lack of self-confidence (as demonstrated by the bipolar act that he was so eager to fulfill), and the only way to correct such would be to let teddy figure it out himself. and sure enough, through great deliberation, teddy finally pieced together a few pieces of the puzzle. he liked to be quiet, sure, but that didn't make him shy. he could still laugh and sing and hang out with his friends, even if he liked being quiet. right? teddy was initially hesitant to try out this new act, but once he did, there was no stopping him.
as his early school years went on, teddy found himself to be the kid that all the other kids wanted to hang out with. he was kind, comical, and flat-out adorable. everyone knew that if they hung out with teddy, who had never been scolded by a teacher in his life, then their chances of staying out of trouble were good. it wasn't that teddy tried to be the teacher's pet, he certainly wasn't ever the smartest in the class, but most teachers couldn't help but identify him as the perfect combination of cheeky and cute.
when teddy and his sister found out they had been invited to attend hogwarts, the two had been ecstatic. the summer before hogwarts was the longest summer of teddy's life, as he spent most of it pacing around the house, unable to contain his excitement. and as teddy expected, as year one of hogwarts passed, it was as wonderful as he thought it would be. what was better than food, friends, and magic? in his mind, there was nothing that could even compare. and for teddy's next birthday, as if things couldn't get any better, his mum even bought him his very own cat to bring back for year two. however, as thrilled as teddy was to return, things were a bit different year two. nothing too different, but kids had changed. they'd grown. his best mate had put on a few inches, and now towered over the twelve year old teddy, who had once had been able to look him directly in the eye.
while all of teddy's friends grew throughout the years of hogwarts, teddy grew, too. he physically hit the height of five nine, which he found to be quite an achievement, but he was more proud of his mental growth. it was at hogwarts where he finally began to feel comfortable in his own skin; it was at hogwarts where he realized that he could be quiet and funny at the same time, and not have anyone think anything of it. he'd had the same revelation when he was younger, sure, but his time at hogwarts helped him fully embrace it better than he could have as a child. though teddy had gotten himself into a few different squabbles, most for the sake of defending his friends, the years flew by in a blur that he could hardly grasp onto at all. teddy ended up enjoying himself so much that after graduating hogwarts, he decided to return for the university level, along with his twin sister. though he's a first year all over again, and is not quite sure what to expect, teddy is just as excited as he was back at the age of eleven. however, as sure of himself as teddy is at the moment, he's recently become a bit frustrated with his life, starting with the recent divorce of his parents.
they didn't split up because of an affair or anything significant, but simply because they felt it was the 'right thing to do.' teddy still doesn't understand how this could have happened and can't help but let his bitterness towards his family and his bitterness towards his lack of success in life begin to get at him. he's terrified of being a no one for the rest of his life, and though teddy knows better than to be reckless, if someone tempts to do something with the opportunity of fame and glory as a prize, he knows he won't be able to stop himself.
evan abercrombie and lucy weasley
siblings:
a fraternal twin sister. teddy gets along fairly well with her, though he hates how even she is taller than him.
history:
theodore rylan abercrombie was born shortly after his fraternal sister, to parents evan and lucy abercrombie, at the early time of 12:01 in the morning. though the time itself was a bit inconvenient for his mum, the pregnancy was otherwise quite normal, and the family was able to leave the hospital a few days later. the couple and the twins lived in ireland for a few months after their birth, until evan and lucy decided to pack up their trunks and shuttle their new family on down to bristol. while in bristol, the abercrombie family moved into the small, but cozy house that they would proceed to live in for the next few years to come.
from a young age, it became apparent that the twins were very different. it was obvious that they were very different physically, but one only needed to spend time with the two for a few moments to take notice of such. teddy's sister was always quite normal, and did what other girls her age did, while young teddy was constantly surprising the adults that surrounded him. teddy, though quite cute and cuddly, was fairly timid and seemed to enjoy spending time by himself. however, as soon as he was left alone, teddy seemed to hate the alone time that he'd unintentionally given himself, and would desperately try to escape such loneliness. at that point he would proceed to sing, dance, and scamper around as toddlers do, until he finally received the attention of his parents once more. and then, after going to such lengths to gain the said attention, teddy would promptly shut up and isolate himself once more.
needless to say, his act amused his parents and their friends, to the point where teddy found himself constantly wallowing in the attention. people were aware that it was wrong to encourage teddy to act with two different personalities, but they also knew that they had to let time run its course. even from a young age teddy was struggling with lack of self-confidence (as demonstrated by the bipolar act that he was so eager to fulfill), and the only way to correct such would be to let teddy figure it out himself. and sure enough, through great deliberation, teddy finally pieced together a few pieces of the puzzle. he liked to be quiet, sure, but that didn't make him shy. he could still laugh and sing and hang out with his friends, even if he liked being quiet. right? teddy was initially hesitant to try out this new act, but once he did, there was no stopping him.
as his early school years went on, teddy found himself to be the kid that all the other kids wanted to hang out with. he was kind, comical, and flat-out adorable. everyone knew that if they hung out with teddy, who had never been scolded by a teacher in his life, then their chances of staying out of trouble were good. it wasn't that teddy tried to be the teacher's pet, he certainly wasn't ever the smartest in the class, but most teachers couldn't help but identify him as the perfect combination of cheeky and cute.
when teddy and his sister found out they had been invited to attend hogwarts, the two had been ecstatic. the summer before hogwarts was the longest summer of teddy's life, as he spent most of it pacing around the house, unable to contain his excitement. and as teddy expected, as year one of hogwarts passed, it was as wonderful as he thought it would be. what was better than food, friends, and magic? in his mind, there was nothing that could even compare. and for teddy's next birthday, as if things couldn't get any better, his mum even bought him his very own cat to bring back for year two. however, as thrilled as teddy was to return, things were a bit different year two. nothing too different, but kids had changed. they'd grown. his best mate had put on a few inches, and now towered over the twelve year old teddy, who had once had been able to look him directly in the eye.
while all of teddy's friends grew throughout the years of hogwarts, teddy grew, too. he physically hit the height of five nine, which he found to be quite an achievement, but he was more proud of his mental growth. it was at hogwarts where he finally began to feel comfortable in his own skin; it was at hogwarts where he realized that he could be quiet and funny at the same time, and not have anyone think anything of it. he'd had the same revelation when he was younger, sure, but his time at hogwarts helped him fully embrace it better than he could have as a child. though teddy had gotten himself into a few different squabbles, most for the sake of defending his friends, the years flew by in a blur that he could hardly grasp onto at all. teddy ended up enjoying himself so much that after graduating hogwarts, he decided to return for the university level, along with his twin sister. though he's a first year all over again, and is not quite sure what to expect, teddy is just as excited as he was back at the age of eleven. however, as sure of himself as teddy is at the moment, he's recently become a bit frustrated with his life, starting with the recent divorce of his parents.
they didn't split up because of an affair or anything significant, but simply because they felt it was the 'right thing to do.' teddy still doesn't understand how this could have happened and can't help but let his bitterness towards his family and his bitterness towards his lack of success in life begin to get at him. he's terrified of being a no one for the rest of his life, and though teddy knows better than to be reckless, if someone tempts to do something with the opportunity of fame and glory as a prize, he knows he won't be able to stop himself.
rp example:
Suddenly enveloped by the warmth of Felix’s arm, Mary let out the smallest of sighs, but it wasn’t a cold, or particularly longing one. It wasn’t needy, or exhausted, or any of those emotions; no. It was.. content, to say the least. Because though she felt like someone had just flipped her world, and put all of what she knew in a blender, turned it on, and told her to deal with it, sitting here, she felt.. fine. Not good, not bad, but fine. And so she was able to look into the fire, stare at it, without wishing that she could be it, without having her usual desire to posses the qualities that fire was so well known for having. For once Mary was out of her shell she’d created for herself, and did need to wish she could destroy or burn down the moment that was occurring, or remove all evidence of what was going on, as she usually had the urge to. When Bone, her first and only boyfriend had broken up with her, Mary had been embarrassed, and wished she could toss everything to do with him in an open flame, that would virtually erase it all. And a few days ago, when her ex best friend Jane had found it necessary to bring the heavily intoxicated Mary home, and take care of her? There was hardly a time that rivaled that one, in which Mary wished she could remove every last trace of such incident. Maybe later she’d feel the same way about what was happening with Felix now, but she wasn’t shivering anymore. She was content, and though she knew she would soon regret it, she really was. She couldn’t help herself.
She unconsciously wedged herself a bit closer to herself, her gaze traveling from the fire to the tree he had been staring at earlier, before realizing how close they were. Which was very close, closer than Mary had ever been to anyone. Physically, this might have been an understatement, but when she was sober, nothing like this had ever happened. She’d never snuggled, hugged, or did anything of the sort for an extended period of time, no matter how cold or miserable she had been. And of course, here she was, acting like it was something she had done every day of her life. Making an effort not to be so clingy to him, Mary felt herself tense up as he pulled her even closer to him. If she moved another inch or two, she’d probably be in his lap or something, and at the rate they were moving at now, it sort of seemed likely. She didn’t know if she’d like that. As Felix continued to move, with every small action, Mary found her heart pounding faster and faster. He pulled her close. He began to rub her left arm. He began to rub her right arm. And then suddenly, in a turn of events Mary would have once thought impossible, Felix rested his chin on her head. He was wrapped up in her, around her, and for the first time since Mary had been little, she felt sort of.. safe. Safe? His hold on her reminded Mary of once when she’d been younger, probably six years old. Holden at the time must have been ten, and wanting to be cool, he talked her into watching a scary movie with him. Mary had always had this internal desire to have her older brother look highly of her, so she’d agree to watch it with him. They’d both been scared out of their minds, but that night when Holden had to sleep alone in his room that night, Mary had crept out of hers, and gone to see her parents. The nightmares she had that night were beyond any nightmares she’d ever had before, but her father had scooped her up into his arms, like Felix was doing now, rested his chin on top of her tiny head, and they’d fallen asleep like that. At the time he’d been her hero; but of course, he’d gone and slept with some other woman, and now her parents were divorced. A perfect ending to a perfect night of snuggling, no?
Maybe that was why it freaked Mary out as much as it did. Trying to shake the thought, and the association, of being held tight with her asshole of a father, Mary chewed on her lip for a moment, before giving into his chest once more. Though she wasn’t high enough to be feeling anything totally abnormal, Mary knew this feeling was a new one. Maybe being high would have enhanced it, and made it come easier.. but she was glad to be like this. Bringing the joint back up to her lips, she took another hit, before handing it to Felix. For the first time ever, she actually didn’t want anymore weed. She wanted to get high, but it wasn’t happening, so.. so there was no point. Right? Maybe it was another one of those weird things that was meant to be, that she couldn’t seem to get high enough right now. The fate thing? Playing slightly with the zipper to his jacket, she heard his words, and thought for a moment, wrinkling her nose a bit. Her stomache still felt like there were dumb little butterflies inside it, or something, but she couldn’t help and feel a bit more at ease then before. It was new, yeah, but Mary wasn’t afraid of the new. She’d never been afraid of much at all, if anything, yet here she was, not sure what she was supposed to do. Mary, the girl who had lost her virginity in eighth grade. Mary, the girl who had fucked way too many guys to count. Mary, the girls who went out almost every night to party, and didn’t give a care about anything. This was supposed to be her area of expertise, being with people of the opposite sex. She was supposed to own at this. Tilting her head slightly, she wiggled it out from under his chin, before slanting her neck so she could gently kiss at his neck. Sucking at it for a few seconds, Mary initially felt confident, before all confidence seemed to slide right off her, and glide right into the fire, that burned it up and soon enough it was gone. There was no trace of it. Flushing a faint shade of red, Mary couldn’t help but feel beyond embarrassed. What was she doing? They weren’t at a club, or at a rave, so why the hell did she think she could kiss him like that and have it be okay? It wasn’t like they were going to have sex in the woods, or something. “Sorry,” she muttered, sort of hoping he hadn’t heard her. And now she was being remorseful? Gah.
Suddenly enveloped by the warmth of Felix’s arm, Mary let out the smallest of sighs, but it wasn’t a cold, or particularly longing one. It wasn’t needy, or exhausted, or any of those emotions; no. It was.. content, to say the least. Because though she felt like someone had just flipped her world, and put all of what she knew in a blender, turned it on, and told her to deal with it, sitting here, she felt.. fine. Not good, not bad, but fine. And so she was able to look into the fire, stare at it, without wishing that she could be it, without having her usual desire to posses the qualities that fire was so well known for having. For once Mary was out of her shell she’d created for herself, and did need to wish she could destroy or burn down the moment that was occurring, or remove all evidence of what was going on, as she usually had the urge to. When Bone, her first and only boyfriend had broken up with her, Mary had been embarrassed, and wished she could toss everything to do with him in an open flame, that would virtually erase it all. And a few days ago, when her ex best friend Jane had found it necessary to bring the heavily intoxicated Mary home, and take care of her? There was hardly a time that rivaled that one, in which Mary wished she could remove every last trace of such incident. Maybe later she’d feel the same way about what was happening with Felix now, but she wasn’t shivering anymore. She was content, and though she knew she would soon regret it, she really was. She couldn’t help herself.
She unconsciously wedged herself a bit closer to herself, her gaze traveling from the fire to the tree he had been staring at earlier, before realizing how close they were. Which was very close, closer than Mary had ever been to anyone. Physically, this might have been an understatement, but when she was sober, nothing like this had ever happened. She’d never snuggled, hugged, or did anything of the sort for an extended period of time, no matter how cold or miserable she had been. And of course, here she was, acting like it was something she had done every day of her life. Making an effort not to be so clingy to him, Mary felt herself tense up as he pulled her even closer to him. If she moved another inch or two, she’d probably be in his lap or something, and at the rate they were moving at now, it sort of seemed likely. She didn’t know if she’d like that. As Felix continued to move, with every small action, Mary found her heart pounding faster and faster. He pulled her close. He began to rub her left arm. He began to rub her right arm. And then suddenly, in a turn of events Mary would have once thought impossible, Felix rested his chin on her head. He was wrapped up in her, around her, and for the first time since Mary had been little, she felt sort of.. safe. Safe? His hold on her reminded Mary of once when she’d been younger, probably six years old. Holden at the time must have been ten, and wanting to be cool, he talked her into watching a scary movie with him. Mary had always had this internal desire to have her older brother look highly of her, so she’d agree to watch it with him. They’d both been scared out of their minds, but that night when Holden had to sleep alone in his room that night, Mary had crept out of hers, and gone to see her parents. The nightmares she had that night were beyond any nightmares she’d ever had before, but her father had scooped her up into his arms, like Felix was doing now, rested his chin on top of her tiny head, and they’d fallen asleep like that. At the time he’d been her hero; but of course, he’d gone and slept with some other woman, and now her parents were divorced. A perfect ending to a perfect night of snuggling, no?
Maybe that was why it freaked Mary out as much as it did. Trying to shake the thought, and the association, of being held tight with her asshole of a father, Mary chewed on her lip for a moment, before giving into his chest once more. Though she wasn’t high enough to be feeling anything totally abnormal, Mary knew this feeling was a new one. Maybe being high would have enhanced it, and made it come easier.. but she was glad to be like this. Bringing the joint back up to her lips, she took another hit, before handing it to Felix. For the first time ever, she actually didn’t want anymore weed. She wanted to get high, but it wasn’t happening, so.. so there was no point. Right? Maybe it was another one of those weird things that was meant to be, that she couldn’t seem to get high enough right now. The fate thing? Playing slightly with the zipper to his jacket, she heard his words, and thought for a moment, wrinkling her nose a bit. Her stomache still felt like there were dumb little butterflies inside it, or something, but she couldn’t help and feel a bit more at ease then before. It was new, yeah, but Mary wasn’t afraid of the new. She’d never been afraid of much at all, if anything, yet here she was, not sure what she was supposed to do. Mary, the girl who had lost her virginity in eighth grade. Mary, the girl who had fucked way too many guys to count. Mary, the girls who went out almost every night to party, and didn’t give a care about anything. This was supposed to be her area of expertise, being with people of the opposite sex. She was supposed to own at this. Tilting her head slightly, she wiggled it out from under his chin, before slanting her neck so she could gently kiss at his neck. Sucking at it for a few seconds, Mary initially felt confident, before all confidence seemed to slide right off her, and glide right into the fire, that burned it up and soon enough it was gone. There was no trace of it. Flushing a faint shade of red, Mary couldn’t help but feel beyond embarrassed. What was she doing? They weren’t at a club, or at a rave, so why the hell did she think she could kiss him like that and have it be okay? It wasn’t like they were going to have sex in the woods, or something. “Sorry,” she muttered, sort of hoping he hadn’t heard her. And now she was being remorseful? Gah.
sam , eighteen , female , an advertisement on another site , none , a promise doesn't mean a thing anymore
