The Webs We Weave ``Corelynn

[corelynn parker]

A DEADLY WISH BUT IT SHOULD'VE COME SOONER
A CORPSE IN A FUNERAL THAT I WOULD NEVER ATTEND

THERE IS A LIGHT ON IN THE BACK OF THIS HOUSE,

BUT YOU'RE NOT AROUND, TO DIE IS TO LIVE IN HIS HEAD

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Corelynn didn't exactly know what the hell just happened, but she did remember that she was on top of her boyfriend, tickling him and trying to make him spill what was wrong with him or whatever. But now, she was standing, eyes wide, watching him flip out. "..You've never been tickled?" She was so confused, how could no one know what tickling felt like...? Walking over to him, placing her hands on his hips, a confused look still planted on her face. "I tickled you..?" A small chuckle escaped her lips, I mean, why would he know what tickling was? ...It's not like his friends would do. Maybe Spencer, but that was a whole different story with no logic in it.

Not even thinking, Corelynn took the beer bottle that was placed in his hand. Before throwing it on the grown, she took a quick sip. "Ugh!" She scrunched her face, whatever that was, it was not very good. But hey, she's not a beer person. At all. Snapping back to what she really wanted, she looked up at him. Wrapping herself tighter around his waist, lowering her head to rest on his shoulder. "Chain... I don't what it is, but you make me feel... I don't know..." Before finishing she tilted her head a bit to look at the sky. "....Loved? I know, I know It's stupid." She released him from her arms, moving toward the house to sit on the stone stairs... you couldn't really call them stairs, more like broken steps.

Her head felt so heavy, like everything was coming down at once, but why? Why did she feel like this? There was no reason to, she got what she wanted, but yet she felt so incomplete. Maybe it was the fact that she had no clue what Mattie or Wes were up to. Well, Mattie was most likely with Cassadee, just like he said he was going to do. And Wes... Wes was probably at a club or something, trying to forget all about her. She felt horrible for putting Chain through this. It wasn't like she was looking for trouble, actually, quite the opposite really.

...But, when you thought about it, Corelynn really had no reason to feel bad. All she wanted to do is hang out with Chain. Know him. Be with him. And her brothers were so judgmental they actually just gave a big "fuck you, I don't care what you do." So she was going to do what she felt was right. And being with Chain was felt more then right to her. That's it. She was tired of feeling sorry, this was another night that she would forget about, well all the bad parts, not the ones with Chain. He really did make her feel loved, which was weird since Corelynn always felt loved. But this was a new kind of 'love'. ...Maybe an understanding kind of love, not just a love because you have to.

"Hey," Picking her head up she walked over to Chain, grabbing his hand she moved toward the door. "You wanna go inside? It's getting cold..." The door opened and she walked inside, still holding onto his hand. Moving through the mess she walked into the somewhat clean bedroom once again. She didn't even bother to see if Spencer was awake or not. Plopping onto the bed, taking Chain with her. She didn't want to lay down, because she really didn't want to fall asleep, despite what her body was saying. So instead she just leaned against the wall, taking Chain's hand and messing with his fingers. It was odd, but she had a thing for hands.

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[chain carey]

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MANAGE ME I'M A MESS
I M A B O O K H A L F U N R E A D
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"...No, actually. No I haven't." He sat there stonily, pursing his lips. "That's such a... Weird fucking place, too." When she placed her hands on his hips, he couldn't help but smirk and lean down to brush his lips playfully against hers.

When she slipped the bear out of his hand he couldn't help but roll his eyes, a smirk playing at the corner of his lips. When she retaliated from the test, however, he couldn't really help himself; he busted out laughing, then nudged her playfully. "Come on, it ain't that bad..."

She leaned her head against his shoulder, and he leaned his against her head, smiling and wrapping his arms around her. One rested on her lower back, the other rose to push itself through her hair. He held a small smile, which turned to a look of mild confusion when she lifted her head to the sky. He kept his hand there for a moment, then moved it so that it was on her upper back instead of in her hair, looking down at her with a slightly confused look on his face.

When she finished her words, the look changed to shock. He stared after as she moved away, dismissing her statement as stupid, and, after a moment, moved to sit next to her on his cracked stairs. He sat there for a minute, smiling lightly before saying, "It's not really that stupid..." He paused, then chuckled. "It really isn't at all. Do you... Really think that?"

She stood up suddenly, and he followed suit, allowing her to pull him inside. He didn't really think it was getting that cold, but hey; he was a heck of a lot more used to it than most people were. He shrugged as he stepped inside, picking through all the crap on the floor with her, making their way slowly to his room.

She pulled him onto the bed with her, and he smiled, holding up his hand almost boredly as she played with it absently. He smiled at her, one arm folded under his head, and gently removed his hand from hers to run it along the curves of her body, running down her side and resting on her hip. He slid his hand into hers again and leaned a little bit closer to her, pressing his lips softly against hers.

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[corelynn parker]

A DEADLY WISH BUT IT SHOULD'VE COME SOONER
A CORPSE IN A FUNERAL THAT I WOULD NEVER ATTEND

THERE IS A LIGHT ON IN THE BACK OF THIS HOUSE,

BUT YOU'RE NOT AROUND, TO DIE IS TO LIVE IN HIS HEAD

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It was actually a little funny how fast things were moving, before this Corelynn wouldn't have really dated anyone. Yeah she's had a her fair share of flings and such, but man did it feel good to actually be with someone. It wasn't like things were moving too fast for comfort, but you know what I mean. She was happy, relaxed with him, done thinking about the terrible shit that went down tonight. It was over and done with. It was Chain and Corelynn's night.

She continued playing with his inked fingers before laying next to him, letting his lips brush against hers, she deepened the kiss. It was such an odd feeling but it felt like he was so far away, like he was going to leave her or just disappear. Propping herself up with one hand, the other was playing with his soft black hair, getting lost in it, then moving down to his neck, laying there as she leaned down to kiss him, using tongue and all. It was like her hand had a mind of its own, traveling down his chest to meet the hem of his dark shirt, playing with it before it slipped under to his bare skin.

His hot smooth skin felt amazing under her finger tips, sending a rush of heat to her bones. Through another kiss a smile escaped through her lips. She was so happy, happier then she's been in months. It was funny, you would think she would feel horrible for what happened to Mattie and how she told off Wes. Well, she did, but that feeling was very shallow now. It didn't matter. She got what she wanted for the first time in a long time. It felt good and that's all what mattered at this point.

Her hands moved as her lips did against his, it was like a sweet song, perfect in every way. Before she knew it she was taking off his shirt, exposing his bare chest with more tattoos. For her tattoos were the most amazing art, everyone she's met so far who has had tattoos have had amazing stories behind them. Yeah, there's some people who have the stupidest ones, but most of the time they have something powerful behind them. From what it looks like, his had meanings.

Her head lowered to his neck, kissing it gently. Her fingers trailed down his chest, remembering everything perfect about him. He might not think he was perfect, but to her, not matter what, despite the drugs, despite him killing people, despite him beating up her brother and best friend, he was everything she wanted. He made her feel loved. She didn't care if it was 'too early' because that is how she feels. ...She didn't love him, but hopefully you get what I mean.

She trailed kisses down his neck to his collar bone. Not exactly knowing what was going to happen, she didn't care, as long as they were together. Then kissed his lips, pulling herself slightly on top of him, deepening the kiss, her hand stroking his head, playing gently with his hair.

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I'M PINNING: Chainnnn < 3
I AM: DONE!
WE ARE IN: Spencer and Chain's house.
WORD SAYS : 611
TEMPLATE BY: me.
I'VE GOTTA SAY: so short D: but i love them ;]