`` london bridge is falling down . chris

[daphne kisslinger]

We'll scream loud at the top of our lungs




And they'll think it's just cause we're young

<sub>Daphne sat, moving side to side in the spinny chair at the counter in the kitchen. Lifting her spoon, she shoveled another spoonful of cocoa pebbles into her mouth, chewing them greedily. A small white puff ball stood near the legs of her stool, chowing away at his own breakfast for the day. Daphne glanced down at Scooby with a smile. She couldn't believe he was already 4 months old. Her little baby was growing up so fast. Using her toes, she reached a leg out, lightly roughing up his fur at the top of his head. He didn't even bother to look up as he continued to dig into his puppy chow. Daphne gave a laugh, shaking her head and allowing her puppy to eat in peace. She returned to her own meal, quickly finishing up and moving toward the sink to clean up her both. After placing the dish in the dishwasher, she saw Scooby looking at her with his big dark eyes, his tail wagging cutely, obviously done with his as well. She cleaned up his mess as well and was soon on her way up stairs, Scooby scurrying behind her.

She reached her room and Scooby sped up, preparing his tiny body for lift off before he sprung into the air and onto Daphne's bed. She gave a a grin and moved to the side of her bed, bending down to scratch Scooby behind his ears and kiss the top of his furry head. Scooping him up into her arms, she craddled him, giving him a big hug and one last kiss before setting him down and moving to her bathroom.

Within a half hour she was cleaned, dressed, and ready to go. Though where, she had no clue. Glancing at her reflection in the mirror, she bit her lip, wondering what to do. Her long blonde hair was pulled half up, her make-up simple and natural as always. She had a pair of distressed jeans on, with a tank, and her worn white DC's. She plopped dow. on her bed, Scooby scurrying over to meet her. He took his rightful place between her arm and side, resting his head upon her stomach. She stared up at her ceiling, wondering was to do.

Scooby stared up at her, his eyes bright and curious, his tongue hanging out as he panted ever so slightly. She scratched his head, pursing her lips together thoughtfully. Finally, she reached a decision. Daphne hopped up, Scooby suddenly getting excited as well, letting out a few barks as his small body began to wiggle. "C'mon Scooby! We're gonna go to the park!!" She said happily, bending down and clapping her hands, before holding them out. Scooby to that as his cue and hopped up, Daphne picking him up and holding him like a baby, "Boy, you're gonna be too big for this soon man..." She said shaking her head with a laugh.

She scurried downstairs. It was nice outside, and she couldn't wait to get into the fresh air. Plus, she hadn't skateboarded in a while, and it was long overdue. Plus, she knew Scooby would love a game of fetch or two and a good run. Heaven knew he was just a big bundle of white fur and energy. She hurried past her uncle, pausing for a split second to throw a quick kiss to his cheek. "I'll be back in a couple hours. Scooby and I are heading to the park!" She filled him in before continued her journey to the front door and closet. Taking the leash off the door hook, she bent down, clipping it onto Scooby's collar while avoiding the ever licking pink tongue before her. She gave a laugh, quickly standing up. She threw on her grey hoodie and grabbed his ball and her skateboard. Then finally, they were off.

Dropping her skate board, she quickly stepped onto it and pushed herself along, careful not to go too past for Scooby's short little legs. He trotted along right beside her, his eyes big and bright as he took in the scene around him. Daphne shoved his ball into her pocket as she made her way down the sidewalk. The park wasn't too far away, which was nice. In no time, the pair reached their destination.

She felt Scooby speeding up, so she took a tighter grip on the rope, watching him with a knowing smirk. Scooby always got so excited when they came to the park, especially with all the other dogs. He was super friendly like Daphne, and loved meeting to pups. Scooby was definitely a sweetheart of a dog too. Everyone loved him. But he loved everyone too, so she had to keep a close eye on him, making sure he didn't go running off. He was like a little kid.

They headed down the path into the park, Daphne soon seeing the small skatepark just ahead. Her attention drifted for a moment, as she watched the various bladers and skateboarders heading up and down the ramps, riding the half pipes, doing ollies, and other flips and tricks. Her body ached to join them, but she knew she couldn't. She was here for Scooby today, her hand moving into her hoodie pocket and wrapping around the ball to confirm that. Wait. Scooby.

Her attention immediately snapped back to the dog, who had taken full advantage of the leadway, and was now sprinting toward the grass to join his friends down the hill. However, she'd gained her attention back too late, for Scooby was already stepping onto the grass. Daphne's board hit a rut in between the transition from concrete to grass, and her body felt suddenly light, like she was flying. However, gravity soon took a hold of her, her board flipping backward onto the concrete, and herself tumbling forward onto the grass. Her body skidded a couple feet across the grass from the momentum of the fall. She finally came to a halt, her body sprawled out onto the grass, small cuts on random parts of her bare skin. She stared up into the sky for a moment, shock settling. Fuck that hurt.</sub>

And we'll feel so alive

well looky here mister Chris,
i am currently finished!
a picture’s worth a thousand words, but mine’s 1024,
taken here at the park!
in my latest style of as described, distressed jeans, tank, and dc's
and The Great Escape by Boys Like Girls playing on the airwaves
oh, and one last thing; hahahhahha <33333
end credits; MINE

[christoph blackwell]

FOR A PESSIMIST I’M - - - - - - - - - -
- - - - - - - - - - PRETTY OPTIMISTIC.

JUST TALK YOURSELF UP AND TEAR YOURSELF DOWN YOU’VE HIT YOUR ONE WALL
NOW FIND A WAY AROUND WELL WHAT’S THE PROBLEM YOU’VE GOT A LOT OF NE
RVE SO WHAT DID YOU THINK I WOULD SAY NO YOU CAN’T RUN AWAY NO YOU C
AN’T RUN AWAY SO WHAT DID YOU THINK I WOULD SAY NO YOU CAN’T RUN AWA
Y NO YOU CAN’T RUN AWAY YOU WOULDN’T I NEVER WANTED TO SAY THIS YOU
NEVER WANTED TO STAY I PUT MY FAITH IN YOU SO MUCH FAITH AND YOU JUST

Christoph Blackwell rolled out of the matress shoved into a corner of his room, tossing aside his blanket and letting out a muffled groan - was it really daytime already? He pulled himself out of his bed, pushing himself to his feet and staggering for the bathroom right off the bat, stripping and climbing into his shower and turning on the water, ignoring the freezing temperature as it splashed down onto his back, giving him goosebumps. He wrapped his arms around his legs, crouched down as he waited for it to warm up. Finally, it did, and he stood slowly, letting it wash over him before finally reaching for his shampoo.

When he got out, he spent about ten minutes drying his hair, and another ten straightening it before heading out the door. He heard rustling around in the kitchen, and went straight for his room, opening the door and shutting it as quietly as he could. He really didn't feel like being found in his house that morning.

He removed the towel from around his thin waist, letting it fall to the ground as he grabbed some clothes, slipping on some boxer briefs, followed quickly by a pair of skinny jeans; however, before he grabbed a shirt, he snuck back towards his door, expertly pulling it open without a sound. He tiptoed to the nearby front door, reaching for his father's wallet. He opened it, grabbed a few bills, and closed it again, turning and retreating quickly for his room. He shoved the money in his pocket without even checking to see what he'd grabbed, pulled a shirt over his head, and observed himself in a small mirror, checking his appearance. He sighed; he didn't feel like doing his hair today. So, instead, he grabbed a beanie and shoved it on over his head, arranging his hair quickly and grabbing his skateboard, walking out his bedroom door again, though this time not bothering to be quite so quiet. Without saying a word, he exited through the front door, set down his board, and climbed on, skating quickly away from the hellhouse he'd woken up in.

He arrived at Bridges Park, a pretty popular place for skaters; it was a nice park, he had to admit, and a skater's dream. It had rails, stair sets, all kinds of things, and people had eventually gone ahead and erected ramps in an area of it so that the skater kids would quit "vandalizing" other areas to make makeshift ones. He skated up to the park, mainly staying to himself as he just skated for the hell of it. He flipped his board around, skated with a few guys that seemed to be playing SKATE, came in second, and then skated off again. After an hour or so, he stopped, sitting down on a bench with his board in between his legs, a light sheen of sweat covering his body. He grabbed the front of his shirt and pulled it in and out quickly, sending air billowing up inside of it and cooling himself down.

Finally, after a ten minute break or so, he was back to normal, and stood to continue skating, when he saw a girl on a skateboard come up, dragged along by her dog. Uh-oh; that just spelled trouble. He turned away and climbed back onto his board, skating over to a rail and grinding down it; she was still down the street anyway, there wasn't any current danger.

However, her little puffball of a dog seemed to be pulling faster than either of them thought, because next thing he knew, she was flying through the ground. "Oh, la naiba," he cursed under his breath, turning and skating for her quickly. Before he reached her, he popped his board up into the air, caught it, and tossed it onto the grass beside him as he kneeled down beside her quickly. "A-are you okay?" He asked, speaking rather quietly; he had a strong Romanian accent, however, which punctuated his words oddly. Or, at least, what would have been oddly for anyone not from Romania. He smiled softly, almost as if afraid of being insulting or something.

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[daphne kisslinger]

We'll scream loud at the top of our lungs




And they'll think it's just cause we're young

<sub>Daphne shut her eyes tightly, wincing as she attempted to move. The grass rubbed against her scraped elbow, making the sting just a bit stronger. Her palms were also pretty scraped up from attempting to stop her fall. Big mistake. Perhaps she should have just let gravity take its course. She could feel a slight burn on one of her knees, where a hole had already been present in her jeans. That didn't help her out much. Oh well. She could deal. It was just a little pain right? Daphne let out a groan.

Her body continued to lay there for a moment, Daphne fighting for herself to just got up. She felt like she had been laying there for hours, when in reality it was only a couple seconds. "Ow..." She moaned under her breath. She opened her eyes, squinting as she looked up to the bright sky above her. Suddenly a shadow was cast over her and a face soon blocked her view of the sky. She raised a brow for a moment, then remembered she was still on the ground. Ugh.

Placing her hands down out her sides, she winced as she pushed herself up to a sitting position. Lifting her hands, she quickly examined the irritated skin, which was also covered with bits of dirt and grass. She sighed glancing over to the lad, just barely catching his words through his thick accent. It took her a moment but she soon realized what he was saying. "Oh, yes, I'm fi---" She started, her British accent was quickly cut off as realization soon dawned on her. "SHITE. SCOOBYYYY!!!!!" She hollered, bouncing up in a blink of the eye. She caught sight of the white puffball speeding his way down the hill and immediately bolted after him. Fuck fuck FUCK.

What kind of animal owner was she??? Her puppy was now on the loose, after letting her mind wander for TWO seconds! She was such a plonker! "This is brilliant. Just brilliant!" She muttered under her breath as she raced off after her little escape artist. Jeez, who knew such tiny legs could go so freaking fast??? Her strides lengthed as she pressed forward. She HAD to catch him. Panic started to edge into her mind. God, what if she didn't catch him in time? What if something happened to him? What if she couldn't catch him at all? She couldn't live without that ball of fluff.

She stopped herself. No. She was GOING to catch him, even if her life depended on it. Her eyes narrowed into a deadly glare, and a determined, evil look set across her face. "DAMMIT SCOOBY! GET YOUR WHITE FLUFFY ARSE BACK HERE!!!!" She screamed. That caught his attention for a moment. His little head looked back over his shoulder, catching sight of his master. However, seeing her running after him, his face lit up into a big sammy smile, his eyes brightening. Daphne knew that look. Scooby picked up his pace even more, his little legs looking like a blur of white as he bounded forward. Guhhh, he thought they were playing a game of chase.

Daphne's breath had slowly began to pick up pace, but she didn't care. She went for a run every morning anyway, so her lungs were well conditioned. This was nothing. For now anyways. She stared ahead as Scooby continued his run away. She would've thought he would've started to tire by now, but then again, he WAS a bundle of fur and energy, and a puppy no less. Perhaps she should start running him a bit more to get that energy out.... That is, if she ever caught him again... She pumped her arms pushing herself faster and faster, slowly gaining on the pup. She caught a black blur beside her, noticing that the lad from earlier had come along for the chase as well. The two continued to gain on the runaway, however, Scooby figured out was was going on and immediately cut around so he was racing right at the. Shit.

Daphne skidded herself to a halt, bracing herself to lounged for her dog, as the speedball bounded toward them. However, just when Daphne thought Scooby was coming right toward her, he seemed to switch tactics, and skidded around the boy, and through his legs, Scooby's leash tripping him. On any other occasion, Daphne would have tried to stop the poor lad's fate, however, this was her chance to catch Scooby. She took two large sprints before leaping into the air, throwing herself toward the dog. She was already cut and scraped, what was a few more to her body?

Her arms wrapped tightly around Scooby's stomach and locked into place as she flipped her body, landing flat onto her back. The air was knocked completely out of her, but Scooby was safe, trapped tightly between Daphne's arms.A painful cough and a few gasps came from Daphne as she tried to gain her breath back. However, all she could manage to do was glare at the fur ball staring up at her guiltily.</sub>

And we'll feel so alive

well looky here mister Chris,
i am currently finished!
a picture’s worth a thousand words, but mine’s 848,
taken here at the park!
in my latest style of as described, distressed jeans, tank, and dc's
and The Great Escape by Boys Like Girls playing on the airwaves
oh, and one last thing; hahahah I love Daph and Scooby <3333
end credits; MINE

[christoph blackwell]

FOR A PESSIMIST I’M - - - - - - - - - -
- - - - - - - - - - PRETTY OPTIMISTIC.

JUST TALK YOURSELF UP AND TEAR YOURSELF DOWN YOU’VE HIT YOUR ONE WALL
NOW FIND A WAY AROUND WELL WHAT’S THE PROBLEM YOU’VE GOT A LOT OF NE
RVE SO WHAT DID YOU THINK I WOULD SAY NO YOU CAN’T RUN AWAY NO YOU C
AN’T RUN AWAY SO WHAT DID YOU THINK I WOULD SAY NO YOU CAN’T RUN AWA
Y NO YOU CAN’T RUN AWAY YOU WOULDN’T I NEVER WANTED TO SAY THIS YOU
NEVER WANTED TO STAY I PUT MY FAITH IN YOU SO MUCH FAITH AND YOU JUST

His attention was turned to the dog as it bolted away, the girl following quickly. He scrambled to his feet, running after it as well; he wasn't a mean person, he was more than willing toe help her out... However, that little dog was fast. The two of them were bolting after him, without gaining much ground. He, however, gained some ground a little faster than her, because he was more than likely slightly more fit than her. Circumstances required as much.

He bolted for the puppy, calling out, "Rahat, hei! Catelus!" before realizing what he said and changing tactics. "Er, Scooby!" He picked up the name that the girl was calling, finding it somewhat ironic that she'd name a dog after an American cartoon, let alone when the dog wasn't even that kind... Not that he knew what breed Scooby Doo was.

He gained on the puppy, only for it to turn and bolt for him. He leaned down quickly, attempting to catch it but missing by the slightest bit, his fingers clutching at the tips of tis fur; he had, however, leaned over a bit too far, and while scrabbling for the leash instead, began to lose his balance. He went to catch himself, but the leash tripped him up and he actually fell to the floor, feeling rather stupid.

He pushed himself back to his feet, muttering a small stream of foreign curses under his breath, and then turned to look over at the girl, who had, finally, caught the devilish little dog. He had to admit: When he'd woken up that morning, he hadn't exactly expected... This.

He was too nice.

He sighed, walking over to her and leaning down to scoop up the dog's leash. "You... Are you okay?" he asked again, concentrating on sounding a little less foreign and a little more understandable. He smiled shyly, holding out a hand to help her up, pulling the dog off of her, then handed the leash back, walking back over to their boards. He grabbed both and walked back, handing her hers. "Skating is dangerous, you might want to be careful..." When he put his mind to it, Chris could keep his accent from showing, almost completely. It became more of an obvious tinge of one than a heavy enunciation, and made it much easier to understand; a british accent seemed to work better than a Romanian one, in most cases. "Do you want... Medical care?" He asked, looking worried as he clamped his board in between his arm and his side, grabbing one of her arms gently and pulling it out to look at it. He then dropped it, grinning sheepishly. "I mean... Do you want to go wrap it up or something? It looks like it hurts..." He tried to sound more casual, holding onto his board awkwardly and giving that soft little smile of his. "Sorry, I... Get nervous around pretty girls."

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[daphne kisslinger]

We'll scream loud at the top of our lungs




And they'll think it's just cause we're young

<sub>Her light blue eyes glared down at her pup, who in turn began to whimper, knowing he was in for a load of trouble. She lifted the dog up from her chest as she still remained laying on the ground. She adjusted her hand so that Scooby was balancced on one hand, while her other moved in front of him, her fingers curling so tha tonly her index finger pointed out into a scolding position. "Okay buddy! I know it was my fault for letting my attention slip for a moment, but you had noooo bloody right to take advantage of that mister!!" Her finger bonked his snout lightly, not enough to hurt, but enough to get her point across that he was in trouble.

She lowered her hand to her pocket and pulled out her ball. THe pup's eyes were immediately caught by it. "You see this? Yeah, get a gooood look baby, because you don't get to see this the rest of the day buddy!" She said, shoving the ball back into her pocket. Scooby lowered his head, giving another whimper, looking guiltily cute at Daphne. Daphne lowered her eyes. "I know what you're trying to do, and your cuteness is NOT going to work on me!" She said turning her head away childishly. Scooby gave one last whimper, but his attention was quickly caught by the stranger lifting him up off his master. His head flew up, his ears perking up curiously as he looked at the strange lad.

Daphne let her hands drop, staring up at the sky yet again from the ground. Sighing, she pushed herself up to a sitting position again, her attention as well being caught by the boy. She sighed, shaking her head disapprovingly toward her dog with a smirk. Her eyes flickered back to the stranger. "Hah, yes, I'm brilliant," She replied, sticking her tongue out playfully, as she took his hand to help her up. Slipping the loop of the leash over her wrist, she wrapped it around a couple times before taking a good grip on it with her hand. As she became upright again, she turned her torso, brushing the grass and dirt off her bum, as well as the rest of her. The denim didn't exactly feel the greatest against her scraped up hands, but whatever, she could deal. She'd had worse scrapes from boarding and other falls. She was quite the clutz after all.

She raised a brow, pausing her brushing while her eyes flickered to him, before an almost insulted laugh played off her parted lips. She gave a smile and shook her head, taking her board from him, setting it next to her. "I promise you, I'm not that horrible!" She laughed. In all honesty she was actually good, even if the current situation proved otherwise. Her brow raised again as he took hold of her arm examining it. She watched him silently, her blues eyes flicking over him, analyzing his features. He didn't look to be much older than her. That, and the kid was bloody cute. Though she quickly brushed the thought away. She shook her head with a smirk. "Naw, it doesn't hurt that bad. I'll tend to it when I return home," She said with a dismissive shrug, her eyes glancing down to it. True, it hurt like a bitch. It was a lot worse than it had been after that dive to get Scooby, but hey, at least she caught him. WIthout hurting him nonetheless. So the pain was worth it. Even if it HAD been her fault in the first place. So perhaps she deserved the pain....

Her eyes widened slightly as his final words snapped her right out of her distracted thoughts. Woah, wait huh? Did he really just say what she thought he said? It took a minute to process, but she came to the conclusion that, yes, he really had said that. She gave a small smile, suddenly feeling shy. Wait. She wasn't shy! What was this?! Mentally smacking herself, she snapped out of her mini episode and gave a flattered laugh, giving a playful grin. "Aw, well, we can be sure to fix that," She responded with a wink, giving a bubbly smile. "Thanks for helping with my little escapee here." She added looking down to the puffball who decided now was the time to be obedient as he sat next to his master's feet. Shaking her head with a smile and rolling her eyes, she returned her attention to the lad. She began to extend her hand for a hand shake, but then remembered how scraped up and dirty her hands were and quickly turned it into an awkward wave. "I'm Daphne by the way. And I'm sure you've gathered that this is Scooby," She stated with a smirk, tilting her head down to the puppy. Her eyes flickered up to the lad's face, piercing right into his own eyes. "I don't believe I caught you name?"</sub>

And we'll feel so alive

well looky here mister Chris,
i am currently finished!
a picture’s worth a thousand words, but mine’s 833,
taken here at the park!
in my latest style of as described, distressed jeans, tank, and dc's
and The Great Escape by Boys Like Girls playing on the airwaves
oh, and one last thing; hahahah I love Daph and Scooby <3333
end credits; MINE

[christoph blackwell]

FOR A PESSIMIST I’M - - - - - - - - - -
- - - - - - - - - - PRETTY OPTIMISTIC.

JUST TALK YOURSELF UP AND TEAR YOURSELF DOWN YOU’VE HIT YOUR ONE WALL
NOW FIND A WAY AROUND WELL WHAT’S THE PROBLEM YOU’VE GOT A LOT OF NE
RVE SO WHAT DID YOU THINK I WOULD SAY NO YOU CAN’T RUN AWAY NO YOU C
AN’T RUN AWAY SO WHAT DID YOU THINK I WOULD SAY NO YOU CAN’T RUN AWA
Y NO YOU CAN’T RUN AWAY YOU WOULDN’T I NEVER WANTED TO SAY THIS YOU
NEVER WANTED TO STAY I PUT MY FAITH IN YOU SO MUCH FAITH AND YOU JUST

He smirked, clearly entertained by how she scolded the dog. "I'm not sure he's ever going to listen to you..." He mused. When she commented on being "brilliant", he couldn't help but smirk; British slang was sometimes amusing, though he tried to use it on occasion himself so he wouldn't seem like a total foreigner. He laughed when she tried to defend herself. "No, no, I didn't exactly mean that, just that... Well, I've got some scars..." He grinned, then added, "You'll have to show me what you can do. Not a lot of chicks can skate; it's cool when they can."

He examined her arm, then realized that it might have been taken as somewhat offensive or something, dropping it. She, however, didn't seem to mind at all. "You sure? I have some money, we can go get... Whatever it is you use. I don't know if you're into the 'band-aids', but if not, there's still stuff to use so it won't hurt so bad. At least some ice?" he offered, attempting to be nice to the girl.

When he told her that he got nervous around pretty girls, she laughed, apparently flattered, and told him that she was going to snap him out of it. He laughed back, grinning widely. "Well, that might be possible if you were just some random girl, but you've got a dog named Scooby and you can skate, and any girl that can charm me into going on a dog-chase is well-worth being nervous around." He smiled playfully, grinning at her. "And no problem. Who needs boring old skating when you can chase around a... Cotton ball?" he offered up with a small laugh, casting a sideways glance at the dog.

"Oh, right," he said, glancing at her awkward handshake turned wave thing. He chuckled, pushing some of his bangs out of his eyes."Numele meu este Christoph Blackwell," he said slyly, sending a wink her way. "I'm not from around here, just so you know. In case you couldn't tell." he added, chuckling. "I'm from Romania, although... I don't really tell most people that. I think they find my regular accent..." He gestured vaguely in the air. "...Difficult to understand. I tend to mix my words on accident..." Even with him trying, he couldn't completely shroud the accent, or even do it most of the way. It was pretty obvious, no matter what he did. Unless he tried very hard, he probably couldn't hide it. "Anyway, sidetracked. See, I told you?" He grinned.

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[daphne kisslinger]

We'll scream loud at the top of our lungs




And they'll think it's just cause we're young

<sub>She gave a defeated sigh, shaking her head. “No, I’m not sure he ever will,” She said with a laugh, eyeing the dog disapprovingly. Daphne caught sight of his smirk as she replied, raising a brow. He couldn’t possibly be making fun of her accent, could he? He had quite the accent of his own. She gave a laugh and grinned. “I was just playing with you. But sweet, sounds like a date,” Daphne replied with a playful wink, teasing him. “Though next round I’ll be sure to leave the puffball at home,” She joked, glancing down to Scooby who was happily wagging his furry white tail, glancing about his surroundings.

Returning her attention back to the boy once more, she raised a brow, almost surprised at him offering to go pay for stuff for a total stranger. She couldn’t help but be flattered though. It was sweet of him to worry. “Aw, I’ll be fine. Thanks a bunch though,” She responded with her bright smile. She rotated her arm to examine it, blowing of the small pieces of grass and dirt that she could. She didn’t want to touch it, the air blowing on it stung enough. But she’d be fine. She could suck it up. Plus, this conversation was just getting interesting.

She grin faltered slightly as she moved to bite her lip, feeling the slightest blush fighting its was into her cheeks. However, she forced it away as best she could. She gave a playful smirk. “Well, I guess I am pretty one of a kind,” She replied jokingly, glancing upward and shrugging cutely, flirting back as the lad turned up the charm. She gave a cute, amused smile, her blue eyes bright and dancing about. She hadn’t thought to use cotton ball as a nickname. There was puff ball, furball, fluffball, the likes, but no cotton ball...

Placing a completely serious expression on her face, she lifted a hand, shaking her index finger at him. “A bloody fast cotton ball,” She corrected him, her British accent playing through, fake frowning at his mistake. She shook her head, the expression breaking as laughter slipped through her lips. She grinned again, suddenly very happy that Scooby had decided to run off on that mad chase.

Her eyes widened slightly, suddenly very intrigued as she heard the foreign words play off his tongue. The language fascinated her, making her grin widen. She caught the wink, her eyes sparkling lightly. “Chris it is!” She responded playfully. “Oh no, I couldn’t tell at all,” Daphne teased lightly, a friendly smile present upon her lips. She listened to him contently, giving a laugh as he finished. “Well, pleasure to meet ya love.” She said with a friendly wink.

Hearing the sound of whining, Daphne frowned, dropping her gaze to the ground by her feet. Scooby, was staring up at her adorably, whimpering away, clearly wanting a part of the attention. Rolling her eyes, she chuckled and squatted down, lifting up the ‘cotton ball’. Scooby flopped into her arms, immediately content as she cradled him like a baby. He crossed his arms over his white furry chest, his tongue hanging out, panting silently, contently, and totally playing up the cute act. She gave him a light squeeze, nuzzling the top of his furry head with her nose before looking back up to Chris with a smile.

“So how long have you been in London?” She asked curiously. She quickly recalled him saying he was from Romania. By the strength of his accent, she could only guess that it was fairly recent. She tilted her head curiously, her eyes flicking over his features for a moment, waiting patiently for an answer. She’d always wondered what Romania was like. She’d heard it was beautiful, and she had always wanted to visit. Hopefully she would be able to one day.</sub>

And we'll feel so alive

well looky here mister Chris,
i am currently finished!
a picture’s worth a thousand words, but mine’s 640,
taken here at the park!
in my latest style of as described, distressed jeans, tank, and dc's
and The Great Escape by Boys Like Girls playing on the airwaves
oh, and one last thing; hahahah I love Daph and Scooby <3333
end credits; MINE

[christoph blackwell]

FOR A PESSIMIST I’M - - - - - - - - - -
- - - - - - - - - - PRETTY OPTIMISTIC.

JUST TALK YOURSELF UP AND TEAR YOURSELF DOWN YOU’VE HIT YOUR ONE WALL
NOW FIND A WAY AROUND WELL WHAT’S THE PROBLEM YOU’VE GOT A LOT OF NE
RVE SO WHAT DID YOU THINK I WOULD SAY NO YOU CAN’T RUN AWAY NO YOU C
AN’T RUN AWAY SO WHAT DID YOU THINK I WOULD SAY NO YOU CAN’T RUN AWA
Y NO YOU CAN’T RUN AWAY YOU WOULDN’T I NEVER WANTED TO SAY THIS YOU
NEVER WANTED TO STAY I PUT MY FAITH IN YOU SO MUCH FAITH AND YOU JUST

He laughed along with her when she said that the dog probably wouldn't ever learn. The two of them were seeming to hit it off pretty well, which was fine with him. "A date?" he asked, giving a mischevious grin. "Already? Man, I didn't even know I was that good." He laughed, leaning down to pet the small, yet puffy, dog as she mentioned leaving him home the next time.

"Aw, he seems okay," he said. "I mean, sure, he kind of threw you onto the ground and tripped me, but a little training and I'm sure Mr. Scooby here would make for a perfect gentleman... But I think he'd still be a hyper little bugger. He laughed again, and stood back up, scratching the back of his head. "Yeah... You probably should leave him at home next time."

When she said that she would be fine without any medical attention, he shrugged. "All right, well... If you insist." He smiled, shoving his hands in hsi pockets as she continued to talk. When he payed her a few compliments, she blushed; something that was actually kind of cute, and once again brought a smile to his face.

They continued their little conversation, and when it came to her final question, he rubbed the back of his head, thinking. "I think... Five years? I don't really know, something like that." He shrugged, smiling, and the two of them set off for a walk...

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A few weeks later found the two of them practically joined at the hip. Every day, Chris would wake up and head either over to her house or would meet her at the park; Scooby frequently accompanied them wherever they went. Since he always had money (even if it was taken from his father's wallet), he was constantly offering to buy her lunch or something, though he generally didn't eat too much. They'd hang out for a while, then he'd trudge home, trying not to think of what waited for him.

He hadn't told Daphne; hell, he hadn't told anyone what happened when he went home sometimes. For the most part, he just avoided his father, but sometimes that was not an option. One night was worst than the rest; his father was apprently in a foul mood, and was waiting for him when he got home.

"Where were you?

"And this matters why? You never care at any other fucking day..." He turned and headed for his room, opening the door and tossing his board to the ground. He went to shut his door, but his father threw it open, grabbing him by the sleeve of his shirt and dragging him out and into the small hallway near the front door, yanking him to face him.

"Don't be disrespectful," he spat.

"Fuck off," he muttered, turning away from him and heading into his room. His father yanked him back once more, shoving him roughly against the wall, and clenched his fist, slamming it into Christoph's face. Chris fell to the side, against the wall nearby that also consisted of the hallway, and his father pressed him against it harder, twisting his arm behind his back.

"Shut the fuck up, you little shit," he growled, angrily. Chris used his free hand to try to push himself away from the wall, but his dad slammed him up against it again, almost too easily; he had to hand it to him... His dad was pretty strong. That, and Chris was a little more than emaciated; he was a downright twig. He struggled against his father, who actually laughed at him, wrapping his other arm around his waist and shoving his hands down his pants. Chris's heart began to pound wildly, making his head spin. He hated his dad; he hated him.

He actually let out a small whimper of sorts, and then suddenly grew angry. He was angry at his father, for forcing him to deal with this, to feel like this. He was angry at having his own Dad's hands down his pants. He hated every inch, every spoken word or even thought-out letter of that man, wanted nothing mroe than for him to burn in hell, if they even had anything bad enough for people like him.

He struggled against him, actually managing in pushing the man away, fueled by a sudden burst of adrenaline. He backed away, pulling his shirt down fiercely. "Don't be such a fucking cougar," he spat, using the slang term, just to (hopefully) confuse his father. However, it didn't seem to work. His dad walked up to him, and took a swing, with he barely managed to dodge, and the two of them started yelling at each other, loudly. His dad threw an ash tray at Chris, who ducked just in time for it to hit the corner of their bar and shatter over him.

He stood, staring at it in almost shock, only to give his father time to walk up and slam his head into the wall. He staggered to the side, dazed, only for his father to then slam his fist into his face. He staggered to the side, and his father shoved him down roughly, throwing random kicks his way; his dad sent a rather impressive but painful kick to his stomach, then caught him in the jaw; after this, Chris basically curled into a ball to protect himself as well as he could. His father beat on him for a while, only to pin him down on the ground, and grope him, holding the thin, underweight boy down easily. He then went back to the previous actions, since Chris refused to cooperate.

Finally, after a while, his dad backed off, yelling insults his way. Chris pushed himself to his knees, coughing and shaking, one arm circling his stomach, the other holding him up shakily.

"Get the fuck out of my house," his dad growled, moving into his room.

"Yeah, what about the people that ask what happened to me?" he replied coldly, barely managing to mask the pain in his voice.

"Who the fuck would care about you? And if they ask, you got jumped; it shouldn't be too uncommon for a fag like you." A door slammed, and Chris took his cue to leave. He stood shakily, and staggered into his room, falling to his knees inside his closet and pulling at one of the wooden planks in it; he had a pretty crappy room to begin with, he actually had a few loose boards. He reached inside the hollow floor, grabbed a vial of something, and a needle, pulling it out with shaking hands.

He hurriedly replaced the slat, practically crawling back to his board; his stomach hurt. He used it as a crutch of sorts, the drugs clenched tightly into his other hand, and pushed himself to his feet, wrapping his free arm around his stomach once more and practically limping towards the door. He turned the handle, opening it, and leaned against the wall, shoving the drugs into his pockets before turning and walking back out the door, very nearly falling to his knees.

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[daphne kisslinger]

We'll scream loud at the top of our lungs




And they'll think it's just cause we're young

<sub>She gave a cute giggle and shrugged playfully. “Well maybe you don’t give yourself enough credit ey?” She replied with a teasing grin. Daphne’s crystal blue eyes followed his thin frame as he bent down to pet her little puffball, who automatically perked up as he realized he was getting a piece of the attention finally. He gave an excited, small bark, hopping up onto his legs, his tail and body wiggling in excitement. Daph gave a laugh, a loving smile pass over her delicate lips. Oh how she loved her little puppy. He was certainly her baby.

Raising a brow, she gave a sarcastic grin. “Oh, only a little hm?” She snickered and shook her head, her eyes dancing about amusedly as he finally agreed with her. She loved Scooby to pieces, but he demanded 100% of her attention. She couldn’t let her mind wander for even a split second. Today was even more proof for that.

She set Scooby back down to the ground as continued to listen to Chris, before straightening and kicking up her board into her hand. Popping it up slightly between her side and arm, she adjusted the board so that she had a hold of its side, the board hanging perpendicular to her slim body. Scooby took up the lead and pulled her on her way as the two began to stroll, losing themselves in conversation.

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It was amazing how fast the two grew, but after that day Daphne found herself spending every day with Chris. No matter what she was doing, Chris was always right there beside her. She found him outside her door almost every morning, unless they had made arrangements to meet someone prior to. She didn’t mind however. She adored spending time with him. It was always a blast. And Scooby seemed to be completely enamored by him as well. He tend to throw a little tantrum when they left him at home, whimpering and whining to be taken with. Half the time he got his way, but Daphne held firm when she wouldn’t let him come.

A few weeks later, Daphne was skipping through the halls of Revolution, searching for something to do. Everyone was heading out for a lunch break, and her uncle had already left for a business meeting, so she was on her own. The last person was clearing out of the office when she arrived, leaving her alone to the handful of desks and computers. She sighed, shoving her hands in her pockets as she glanced around, wondering what to do. THis was the first day she was spending without Chris for a change. Though that was partially her fault, since her uncle had told her that she could help out with a photoshoot. She wanted to make it up to him for having cancelled on him, but she wasn’t sure how.

And then finally, a light bulb flickered on. A mischievous grin spread upon her lips and she snuck over to the head computer, hacking on. Heading to some band files, she remembered Chris had mentioned something about being part of a band called Rightside Down. Her uncle had just signed them, but she hadn’t had a chance to meet any of them yet. Except for Chris of course. Clicking through the profiles, she soon came to Chris’s, and grabbed a scrap of paper and a pen, jotting down his address happily. She could surprise him!

Shutting off the computer, she bolted out of the office, grabbing her hoodie from a near by coat wrack, as well as her skate board, and was off. Exiting the building, she dropped her board and immediately hopped on, speeding down the sidewalks as she headed toward her destination. It was a good distance away, but about 20 minutes later, she found herself skating down Chris’s street. She pulled out the crumbled up paper from her pocket, checking the address number once more. She glanced up, seeing the house coming into view. A grin spread on her face once more as she stepped off her board, bending down quickly to catch it. Jogging with it for a moment, she flicked it up in between her arm and side, and slowed to a walk, shoving her free hand in her back jean pocket.

Skipping up the walkway, she hopped up the couple of steps and onto his porch, making her way to his door. She pulled her hand out from her pocket and made a fist, lifting it up to knock on the door. However, just as her hand was about to make contact with the door, her hand froze, her eyes widening.

WIthin the house, she heard something shatter, followed by shouts and other bangs. She panicked, not knowing what to do, and quickly leaped off the porch, running to hide behind a bush. Squatting into a small ball against the house, her face paled as she continued to listen to the yelling and banging echoing from the house. Her heart raced. She shut her eyes tightly, slightly rocking herself. What was she supposed to do? She didn’t want to believe it. She didn’t want to believe that Chris was being abused. And what kidn of friend was she, just sitting her listening to him getting beat up? But what was she supposed to do? Go marching up to the door, and demand that his father leave him alone? Oh yeah, a lot of good that would do. Was it her place to call the police? Would Chris hate her? WOuld she just make things worse? Ughhhh what was she supposed to do??

Her hands moved up, covering her ears and gripping her skull. Her eyes shut so tightly that moisture began to form on her lids, before a couple tears spilled over. Poor Chris. God, she couldn’t listen to this anymore. She was a horrible friend, but she couldn’t handle this. Grabbing her board, she bolted, sprinting as fast as she could away from the house and down the block, not stopping until she reach the corner of the street. Her knees gave out on her, sending her crumbling down in a daze. Had that really just happened? Was Chris really being abused? Daphne leaned against the street light, tucking her legs to the side of her. She stared blankly ahead of her. God... What was she supposed to do?

A few moments later, Daphne let out a shaky breath, trying to slow her racing heart beat. Her body was slightly trembling in shock, and a slight mix of fear. How long had this been going on? How could she not have noticed anything? Why hadn't he told her? Well, no, she couldn't ask that. She already knew the answer. She didn't tell anyone about her parents. As far as anyone knew, they were dead. That's what she led everyone to believe. But if she were being abused, she wouldn't want to tell anyone either. It would be humiliating. Her father had beat her before, so she could slightly relate. She knew hers had only been one time however, heaven only knew how many times Chris had to suffer through this.

Her ears picked up on the sound of wheels rolling unsteadily toward her. She slowly looked up, her eyes widening as she picked up on the familiar figure heading her direction. It was Chris. Her body began to shake, and she leaned down, burying her face in her hands. She didn't want to see this. She didn't want to see what her father had done to him. But it was too late to run now. She was sure Chris had noticed her by this point. She knew she couldn't stay on the ground forever either. She tried to take a deep breath, gathering her strength and pushed herself up the lamp pole. Her hands gripped it tightly as she pulled herself fully upright, though her weight never left the pole. It was the only thing that could keep her standing, for her legs were wobbly enough. Could she do this? Would she really be a good enough actress to act like she had heard nothing? That she knew nothing? She closed her eyes, tightly, biting her lip. Her hands raised to rub underneath her eyes, to clear away any smudge mascara or eyeliner that may have flooded down with her tears. She took in another deep, shaky breath. She had to be strong. For Chris's sake.

Opening her eyes, she saw Chris arriving. Well this was it. Time to pull out the acting card. Her eyes glanced over him in horror. He looked far worse than she could have imagined. That bastard.... Pulling herself together, she forced her expression to an extremely worried look. Here goes... "Oh my god what happened to you???" She gushed, forcing her eyes to widen. Pushing herself off the pole she rushed over to him, placing a hand on his arm to try and steady him. She stared deep into his eyes. This was his chance to tell her the truth. Would he? She didn't know. But if he didn't, it was her job to make sure he never found out she knew. At least, not yet.</sub>

And we'll feel so alive

well looky here mister Chris,
i am currently finished!
a picture’s worth a thousand words, but mine’s 1528,
taken here at the park!
in my latest style of as described, distressed jeans, tank, and dc's
and The Great Escape by Boys Like Girls playing on the airwaves
oh, and one last thing; awwww
end credits; MINE

[christoph blackwell]

FOR A PESSIMIST I’M - - - - - - - - - -
- - - - - - - - - - PRETTY OPTIMISTIC.

JUST TALK YOURSELF UP AND TEAR YOURSELF DOWN YOU’VE HIT YOUR ONE WALL
NOW FIND A WAY AROUND WELL WHAT’S THE PROBLEM YOU’VE GOT A LOT OF NE
RVE SO WHAT DID YOU THINK I WOULD SAY NO YOU CAN’T RUN AWAY NO YOU C
AN’T RUN AWAY SO WHAT DID YOU THINK I WOULD SAY NO YOU CAN’T RUN AWA
Y NO YOU CAN’T RUN AWAY YOU WOULDN’T I NEVER WANTED TO SAY THIS YOU
NEVER WANTED TO STAY I PUT MY FAITH IN YOU SO MUCH FAITH AND YOU JUST

Chris took only a few steps before finally falling to his knees, thankful for the guard over the needle in his pocket. His board fell to the walkway with a clatter, and he dry heaved; he wanted to barf. He felt like it. He hated how weak and absolutely pathetic his father made him feel. He couldn't stick up for himself, make his own father get his hands out of his pants... The physical abuse was bad enough, but the sexual... That part was just horrible.

One day, he was going to kill that man.

He spent a moment or two on the walkway, gathering his strength. Come on; he'd dealt with way worse from his dad. He could handle this. He forced himself to his feet, flipping his board rightside up and pushing himself forward on it, forcing himself to get away from his house. He skated down the semi-long walk, pressing his face into his hands and sighing. Ugh, everything hurt, and he still felt like barfing.

He lifted his face, to see a figure standing, though they were slightly too far away for him to notice. As he neared, he recognized it to be...

Daphne?

"Oh, la dracu..."

The words slipped from his mouth before he even realized it, or thought well enough to speak in English and not in freaking Romanian. He was so shocked he actually fell off his board, though he caught himself before actually falling; it was more like he just stumbled forward off of it. He stared at her, in shock, afraid and worried, though not for her. For himself.

Had she heard? Worse: Had she seen? Did she know? No, she couldn't know; she couldn't. He didn't want to know. Not only was it embarassing, but it was his problem, not hers. He didn't want to have to put anything else off on her. He knew his eyes - hell, his whole face - betrayed his emotions, fear being the most dominant. He was afraid, afraid afraid afraid oh god no she couldn't have found out. If his dad found out that someone had found out... He felt his mind locking up in shock, only snapping out of it when she touched his arm. He actually jumped a little, staring at her with wide eyes.

"I... Er..." He paused, staring back at her, feeling... Terrified, almost. Ashamed, embarrassed, every bad feeling there ever was. He was even angry; he was angry at himself for feeling like that. Why should he be scared? He looked back into her eyes, as if trying to find out from them whether or not she knew his secret, whether or not he had to tell her, whether or not he should still keep it a secret. In a way, he wanted to tell. He knew he could trust Daphne; he already did, more so than his band. The problem was actually telling.

Ashamed, he turned his head, casting his eyes down. He spoke softly, almost locking up again. "I got j-jumped... A little while ago, actually, I just haven't cleaned up." Yeah. He'd gotten jumped in his own damn house, and by his own damn dad. He leaned down, grabbing his board and picking it up quietly, holding it limply at his side. "What... What are you doing here? I thought you were busy today?" The whole while he spoke, he kept his voice quiet; for some reason, when he did this, his accent seemed to shine through a little more than it usually did.

He didn't make eye contact with her. He was, again, too embarrassed, too angry, too ashamed, too... Too scared. He just couldn't do it, and it killed him.

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[daphne kisslinger]

We'll scream loud at the top of our lungs




And they'll think it's just cause we're young

<sub>Daphne’s eyes ran over his familiar features, analyzing the emotions running across them. She could see the fear in his eyes. She could feel the fear radiating off him. She couldn’t let him know. She wouldn’t. She could only imagine what the consequences would be for himself if he dad were to find out that she knew as well.The only choice she had was to keep her mouth shut, unless Chris trusted her enough to be honest and tell her. She bit her lip, waiting patiently for his response.

Though as he finally replied, she couldn’t hide the slight disappointment that leaked through her eyes. She knew he probably wouldn’t tell her, but it still hurt to know he didn’t trust her enough. Sure she could definitely understand, this wasn’t just some little thing to go and blab about. And sure they had only known each other a few weeks. But still. It kind of hurt. She forced the emotions back, watching him closely. Daphne took note that Chris refused to looked at her, and it frustrated her.

“Hey, look at me,” She demanded gently, reaching out and cupping his chin, turning his head to face her. Her blue eyes stared deep into his, her heart going out to his as she saw the dozens of emotions racing through him. She felt horrible for him. No person ever deserved this. It made her feel worse to know there was nothing she could really do about it either. Her brows were creased with sympathy and worry, and finally she couldn’t resist. She stepped forward, wrapping her arms around his thin frame, giving him a big hug. She couldn’t imagine what he was going through at that moment.

She closed her eyes tightly, squeezing him gently. It frustrated her, not knowing what to do or how she could help. And to know that Chris wasn’t ready to open up and let her in, made it just a teeny bit worse. She didn’t want to hide it from him, but she knew it was for the best. She just wasn’t sure how long she could go with faking it. Man she was really going to have to work on her acting skills...

Her eyes popped open suddenly, her body freezing. It finally registered in her mind what she was doing. Daphne immediately dropped her arms, and hopped back, giving a sheepish, slightly awkward look. “Uh.. eh.. uhm, are you.... alright?” She managed to force out, rubbing her neck awkwardly as she dropped her gaze to her feet. Lifting a foot she gently kicked at the ground. Boy was that stupid. She probably just totally violated his space bubble just then.... Brilliant.

She swallowed timidly, now taking Chris’s move and refused to look at him. Glancing about her surroundings, she bit her lip, racking her brains for a good story. Though the only thing she could come up with, was the truth.... With a few minor twists, “Eh, well, I kinda found your address and I figured I’d come and surprise you... but I sort of got a twee bit lost, and yeah...” She replied, her British accent bouncing off her quiet words. Man. This all seriously sucked right now.</sub>

And we'll feel so alive

well looky here mister Chris,
i am currently finished!
a picture’s worth a thousand words, but mine’s 533 /fail x.x,
taken here at the park!
in my latest style of as described, distressed jeans, tank, and dc's
and The Great Escape by Boys Like Girls playing on the airwaves
oh, and one last thing; awwww. but so effing short T.T but yessss definitely going to be fun <3
end credits; MINE

[christoph blackwell]

FOR A PESSIMIST I’M - - - - - - - - - -
- - - - - - - - - - PRETTY OPTIMISTIC.

JUST TALK YOURSELF UP AND TEAR YOURSELF DOWN YOU’VE HIT YOUR ONE WALL
NOW FIND A WAY AROUND WELL WHAT’S THE PROBLEM YOU’VE GOT A LOT OF NE
RVE SO WHAT DID YOU THINK I WOULD SAY NO YOU CAN’T RUN AWAY NO YOU C
AN’T RUN AWAY SO WHAT DID YOU THINK I WOULD SAY NO YOU CAN’T RUN AWA
Y NO YOU CAN’T RUN AWAY YOU WOULDN’T I NEVER WANTED TO SAY THIS YOU
NEVER WANTED TO STAY I PUT MY FAITH IN YOU SO MUCH FAITH AND YOU JUST

Chris felt horrible. He had his chance to confess what was happening, and even if he couldn't stop it, he coudl still have someone who knew, someone that fucking cared. He didn't want to be there, to be dealing with that. Not right after it had actually happened. If he'd run into her the next day, or even later that day, things might've been better. But he couldn't quite accept that he was lying to her face when he was walking from his own house, rather beat up and pathetic-looking. It probably did look like he got jumped...

"Hey, look at me..." He suddenly felt her hand under his chin, turning his face to see her, and though he steeled up after a moment, forcing his eyes to go cold, he could tell that she'd seen. She knew how he was feeling, and she probably knew that he was lying. The biggest question, however, was whether or not she actually knew the truth. He hoped not. He really did; he didn't want to have to shove that on her. She looked worried as crap as she stared at him, and, in an attempt to feel a little less awkward, he lifted his hands to his face.

"Do I really look that bad?" he asked, feeling his face and wincing. Well, he sure felt like he looked that bad. He paused, however, when her arms suddenly wrapped around his chest, shocked. It wasn't that the hug was shocking him (though it did hurt a little, with his side and all), but just... Just the feeling of the hug. He was seriously beginning to suspect her of knowing... And possibly something else.

However, he wrapped his arms around her as well, laying his head down on top of hers, sighing. He didn't care if it made it seem more likely that there was something else to his story. He didn't care. He just wanted her to keep hugging him, because, well, it felt nice. It was comforting, in a way that he wasn't used to.

And then she pulled away. He was almost dissapointed - no, scratch that, he was. But he was also pretty thankful that she'd done it in the first place. She began to stutter awkwardly, dropping her gaze, and he couldn't help but smile a little. "Yeah, I'm fine. It's not the worst I've dealt with, trust me."

She continued to stutter about how she'd looked up his address, and had gotten lost and everything, and it only, oddly enough, made him feel a little better. This time it was he who slid his hand under her chin, cupping it lightly with two fingers and his thumb, turning it towards him. He stared down at her, then, instead of giving her a hug...

He leaned in and kissed her.

Softly, and on the lips, his mouth opening lightly to (hopefully, given she didn't resist) allow his tongue to enter, but only briefly. He pulled away again, smiling at her softly, and then said, almost as softly as his smile, with his accent playin goff of his words:

"Don't get lost on your way back, o dulce." He slid his hand away, taking a step back and leaning down to contentedly pick up his skateboard, acting calm but feeling... Excited, almost. He hadn't even meant to kiss her, really - well, he had, but not... Not then. Still... It was nice.

"I'm going to go get cleaned up, I'll see you later?" He asked, throwing another smile over his shoulder as he turned, a little wave following the smile. However, he didn't walk home, but instead went down the street.

He couldn't go home.

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[daphne kisslinger]

We'll scream loud at the top of our lungs




And they'll think it's just cause we're young

<sub>Daphne listened to his words silently, feeling absolutely horrible for him. That wasn’t the worst he’s dealt with? Dear god, that wasn’t what she wanted to hear, even if it WAS true. It just made her feel worse about the whole thing, and she didn’t think that was quite possible. Man, if she was feeling this bad about it, she couldn’t imagine half of what was going through his mind at the moment. HE was the one being abused, not her.....

A thousand thoughts rushed through her mind, as she stared down at her feet, trying to make sense of the whole situation. It was quite obvious he was being abused. She knew she didn’t just imagine the whole thing. But it was disappointing that he’d still lie straight to her face. She shoved her hands in her back pockets, her mind in a whole other world at that moment. However, the feeling of fingers lifting her chin up jolted her back to reality, her eyes widening slightly as she realized that Chris was now making her look at him. However, nothing in the world could have prepared her for what happened next.

Her body completely froze as she felt his lips press against hers, her eyes growing wider than she thought possible, startled and beyond surprised. Was he.... kissing her? No. This couldn’t be right. They were friends. That was all they were. Right? Well.... Sure she cared about him. But that was just because she looked at him as one of her best friends... Right? Well....

Her body remained stiff, unsure of what to do as she felt his tongue slide lightly into her mouth. Her body remained frozen as he pulled away, not even blinking as she tried to grasp the situation. Her mouth dropped slightly, a pointed finger slowly making its way up from her side. She opened her mouth to speak, but no sound came. She frowned, attempting to speak once more. “Di-” Her voice failed her. Her eyes stared straight ahead of her, a blatant confused look upon her features. “You ju-” Wow. That really did happen right? “Huh.” She finally said, lifting a hand and scratching her head. Wow. Just... wowww.

She shook herself out of her minor trance, watching rather confused as he stooped down to get his board, mentioning something about her not getting lost, and going to get cleaned up. She raised a brow. That was noooo not cool if he was just going to kiss her and think he could get away scott free without any questions. Finally, she found her voice. She cleared her throat, placing a hand on her hip, watching him through slightly narrowed eyes. No way. That kiss what NOT going to phase her.

Deciding to test him, she raised a brow. “Going to get cleaned up hm?” She replied, a mischievous smirk forming upon her lips. “Isn’t your house that way, love?” She challenged, forcing her finger to point in the opposite direction of which he was headed. She watched him carefully. What would he do?</sub>

And we'll feel so alive

well looky here mister Chris,
i am currently finished!
a picture’s worth a thousand words, but mine’s 508 /fail x.x,
taken here at the park!
in my latest style of as described, distressed jeans, tank, and dc's
and The Great Escape by Boys Like Girls playing on the airwaves
oh, and one last thing; hahahahahh ilh <3
end credits; MINE

[christoph blackwell]

FOR A PESSIMIST I’M - - - - - - - - - -
- - - - - - - - - - PRETTY OPTIMISTIC.

JUST TALK YOURSELF UP AND TEAR YOURSELF DOWN YOU’VE HIT YOUR ONE WALL
NOW FIND A WAY AROUND WELL WHAT’S THE PROBLEM YOU’VE GOT A LOT OF NE
RVE SO WHAT DID YOU THINK I WOULD SAY NO YOU CAN’T RUN AWAY NO YOU C
AN’T RUN AWAY SO WHAT DID YOU THINK I WOULD SAY NO YOU CAN’T RUN AWA
Y NO YOU CAN’T RUN AWAY YOU WOULDN’T I NEVER WANTED TO SAY THIS YOU
NEVER WANTED TO STAY I PUT MY FAITH IN YOU SO MUCH FAITH AND YOU JUST

Given any other situation, any other point in time, with any other emotions running around in his head... He probably would have laughed at Daphne's surprised response. Or, at least, chuckle; he was pretty sure that if he laughed out loud at her, she'd probably get annoyed, or embarrassed. And as cute as he found that, he was pretty sure she wasn't going to like him very much if he did that.

However, that wasn't the case. He turned to leave, setting down his skateboard and heading off towards... Somewhere. A friend's house, a store with a bathroom, anywhere but there - right outside his house was the last place he wanted to be. Especially not with Daphne standing right there. Especially not right after he kissed her. Especially not when he wasn't too sure she had accepted the kiss. She hadn't quite rejected it, but she hadn't kissed back, so he couldn't really know.

He braced himself to push off on his skateboard, but paused when she called his name. He still pushed off, just turned back to see her; if anything, he'd lightly come to a stop at a crack in the sidewalk. However, her question startled the heck out of him; his foot instinctively shifted back, towards the front of the board, and when he hit the crack, he fell back and popped the board up, his right leg hitting his left as he began to fall off. He jerked to catch himself, but stumbled off the board anyway, succeeding only in stretching a very sore muscle in his very sore side.

He fell to his knees, one hand wrapped around to his side - it hurt, very badly... But he barely noticed. He was frozen in fear - yes, admitting as much dealt a hit to his pride, but he had to admit it. He was terrified of his father, of his house, but he had reason to be, in his own defense. Still... His arm, bracing him against the ground where he sat doubled over, was trembling. His breath was shaky, and not just because his side was killing him. He was in one hundred percent, flat-out shock. His brain locked up, his body locked up, every system seemed to freeze. He knew what would happen if the CPS was called. His dad would convince them that it was rediculous, that Chris was just a "trouble child", and would sit there smiling politely, though Chris would know what he was thinking... As soon as they'd shut the door, the smile would be gone - or, even worse, it would just change into something more sinister. And Chris would have to sit there and wait, and wait, and wait for them to leave so his dad could get him and drag him to wherever.

"I... I can't go home tonight. I... I got kicked out." That wasn't a lie, technically. He would have hated to lie to her again, even it was to save his sorry ass. He groaned a little, rubbing his side. It hurt. A lot. And his head was throbbing. A lot. He was getting sick of that. "I just... I really don't feel good. I need to go." However, he didn't budge; whether it was because he hurt too much or because he just was too scared to do otherwise, he didn't know. He shifted, but his side hurt a bit too bad for him to get up. "Dracu, desigur, asta se va întâmpla cu mine... The bastard-s -" he corrected himself jerkily, but hoped that she couldn't notice since he wasn't talking to well to begin with. "F-fucked up my side. I don't..." He paused, still clutching his side; since he'd pulled the thing, it only felt that much worse. But that wasn't entirely what was on his mind at that particular moment. Yeah, it was on his mind, but his father loomed bigger, huger, more intimidating, more scary, more horrible.

He wasn't sure how much longer he could take it. All the stress, the fear, the frustration, everything... It was all piling up. And he couldn't even grow the balls to man up and tell anyone. His dad was right, he was pathetic. Worthless.

He folded in on himself, doubling over and planting his free hand on the ground, fisted, and his head on top of that, his breathing coming in small gasps. It hurt, but it wasn't anything he couldn't handle, but that on top of the way he was feeling was just a bit too much... and his head was killing him. "Ugh, I'm sorry..." he groaned, clutching at his side. Everything hurt; everything. It even hurt inside.

He sighed; she probably knew anyway, based on the way she was acting, and he didn't like lying to her face. He pushed himself upwards somewhat, his clenched fist pressed against the ground to support himself once more. "You... You heard, didn't you?"

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[daphne kisslinger]

We'll scream loud at the top of our lungs




And they'll think it's just cause we're young

<sub>Daphne waited patiently, her brow still raised as she waited for his response. What she got, however, was far from what she had been expecting. Her eyes widened in shock and surprise, as Chris seemed to tumble down in slow motion. She gasped and leapt out to try and catch him but she was too late. Chris’s body twisted, hitting the ground hard. Her body froze in panic as she heard him groan, immediately clutching his side. Oh god, what had she done? Daphne fell to her knees beside him, ignoring the slight throb of pain that flooded through her knees as a complaint from the impact.

Her hands flew out to touch him, but she didn’t know what, where, or how to touch him so she shoved her hands back into her lap, worry reflecting through her eyes. “I-I’m sorry! I shouldn’t have said anything!” She said in panic, watching his body trembling. God what did she do? She should’ve just kept her mouth shut. Or insisted on him coming back to her house or something. But in all honesty, how the hell was she supposed to know THIS would be how he’d react? Her heart pounded frantically, unsure of what to do.

Her blues eyes roamed his body, getting a full view of all his injuries. Hate flooded through her. God forbid the day she ever saw that man. She wasn’t so sure she’d be able to keep her mouth shut. She took in his every word, slight confusion washing over her features as she picked up on a string of foreign words, though English finally rang through at the end. She could only assume he was speaking of his father. Her brows furrowed as he began to apologize. “What are you apologizing for?” She asked gently, confused. Daphne reached out, hesitantly touching his shoulder. She was scared to touch him for fear of hurting him more than he already was. Her heart froze as she listened to his next words.

Her body panicked, her heart suddenly racing. What was she supposed to say? She knew what she should say, but it didn’t necessarily mean it was the right thing to say. She could lie, and say she didn’t know what on earth he was talking about. That way he wouldn’t have to worry that someone knew his secret. But she had already had him lie to her that day, she didn’t want to return the favor...

Her head kept telling her to lie, but her heart urged her to tell him the truth. To let him know that he wasn’t alone. That someone cared. That someone was there to help, even if she WAS probably useless. She took in a deep breath, begging her heart to calm down. She bit her lip, slowly finding herself nodding. She dropped her gaze, removing her hand. She was scared her would be mad at her. Or hate her. Or something pathetic. After his last reaction, she had no idea what to expect with this.

“I’m so sorry Chris... I didn’t know.... I...” Her voice faded, her blue eyes staring down to her long, slender fingers. She didn’t know what to say. What there even something she could say? She couldn’t think of any thing to say that could possibly make this situation any better. She bit her lip, chewing on it nervously. She rubbed her arm, as she sat collapsed on the sidewalk for the second time in the last hour. Man this wasn’t what she had meant about ‘surprise’.

Finally she looked up to him. “At least let me take you back to my place. We can get you cleaned up and you can have somewhere to crash for the night....” She said quietly, finally moving from her frozen state to fish into her pocket. She couldn’t make Chris walk all those miles back to her house. Pulling out her cell, she flipped it open and quickly dialed an all too familiar number. Her uncle Darrell, her personal 911. She listened to the phone ring, her heart silently pounding as she waited for her uncle to answer. What was she supposed to tell him?

Finally, the familiar British accented voice answered the phone, and she took a deep breath. “Hey it’s me...” She said, her British echoing shakily through the phone. “I need you to come pick me up.” Rattling off her current location, she said a quick thanks, love you, and a good-bye, before gently shutting the phone, slipping in to silence. What was she supposed to say?</sub>

And we'll feel so alive

well looky here mister Chris,
i am currently finished!
a picture’s worth a thousand words, but mine’s 759,
taken here at the park!
in my latest style of as described, distressed jeans, tank, and dc's
and The Great Escape by Boys Like Girls playing on the airwaves
oh, and one last thing; hahahahahh ilh <3
end credits; MINE