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Post by christoph blackwell on Jul 26, 2009 1:48:02 GMT -5
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
"No, don't apologize..." he said, looking over at her. "Nothing's your fault. None of it. Just..." He glanced over at her, straightening some, and fixing her with a dead-serious look. "You can't tell anyone. Not the band, not anyone. If my dad finds out..." He let the thought trail off, sitting up slowly. The pain in his side had begun to recede, and though it wasn't totally gone, it was tolerable.
When she offered him a place to stay, he gave her a small smile. "Thanks..." He felt oddly... Embarrassed, as if he'd just let on that he still slept with a stuffed animal or something, even if it was much more serious than that. He listened as she had a conversation with someone rather... Odd-sounding. He answered the phone by saying, "Hey-ho, little chickie..." He cast her a sideways glance, almost unsure of her choice in people, but he was just going to have to go with it.
"Chris?"
"Shit!" All traces of pain seemed to disappear when his father called his name. He grabbed her arm and dragged her towards a nearby bush that framed their yard; they thankfully had a fairly large one, with a fence, and bushes... And it was dark.
"Chris, I know you're out here; I just want to meet your friend... I saw you out here with someone!" His voice sounded nice, pleasant almost, but chris knew better. He closed his eyes, leaning back agianst the bush, a stream of curse words flowing from his mouth, though in a foreign language.
"Dracu , asta nu se poate intampla, el nu poate fi aici, cum ti-a-mi vedea, rahat curva dracu' are nevoie pentru a pleca..." He trailed off as his father began to walk down the pathway,exhaling deeply. Great. Not only had he kind of been forced into revealing his secret to Daphne, his father was about to come make things even worse. "Dont move, no matter what," he comanded, reaching forward and grabbing his board.
He used it as a sort of cane or crutch, putting his weight on it as he pushed himself up to his feet, moving within sight of his father, who continued to hold a cheery tone. "Where's your friend?"
"He ran home to get his parents to get a car to pick me up. I told him I got mugged, and that you were going out of town for a week so I was locked out." The lie spilled from his lips surprisingly easily. His father's voice immediately darkened, and the stream of words that followed were definitely not english. He grabbed the front of Christoph's shirt, yanking him forward towards him so that he was right in his face, standing on the tips of his toes, growling out some not very nice sounding words.
"Dacã-i spuneþi la nimeni, eu va ucide."
"Ştiu..." His father narrowed his eyes, as if to see if Chris was bluffing, and then smirked, throwing him back down onto the ground. Chris landed roughly, and stayed there, until the front door closed. He let out his breath, allowing his already-throbbing head to thump down on the ground, then sighed and pushed himself slowly back to his feet, walking over to Daphne and sitting back down next to her, putting his face in his hands. "I'm... I'm sorry. I really didn't want you to know..."
And the car pulled up.
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Post by daphne kisslinger on Jul 26, 2009 17:28:39 GMT -5
We'll scream loud at the top of our lungs
  And they'll think it's just cause we're young “I-... I’m won’t say a word, I promise,” She said quietly, her British accent a bit stronger than usual God, how could this all really be happening right now? Daphne chose to be naive about many things, living her life believing that bad things didn’t happen, basically. She didn’t want to accept what had happened with her parents, nor that anyone else had to deal with that. She always tried to have hope and faith that everyone had a happier, more fortunate life than her. She never wished bad upon anyone. Perhaps that had been why she had waited so long to get out from her parents grasp and into the arms of someone who actually cared for her, who had basically raised her while her parents were out somewhere getting high, only to come back home to crash, puke, trash the house, and leave her to clean everything up. No one cared for her in that house.
She wouldn’t have learned what sympathy, compassion, and love was if it hadn’t been for her uncle. God only knows what type of person she would be now if it hadn’t been for everything he had done. She had called him then, and that’s why she was calling him now. She knew she could call him and he’d be there to help, no questions asked. And she knew that he wouldn’t care about Chris. Darrell trusted her judgement, and allowed her her freedom. If anything, he was always encouraging her to get out and cause some trouble. Which she DID on occasion with pranks and such, but that was beyond the point. Chris would be accepted and safe at her home.
Her thoughts were instantly interrupted as she heard someone call out Chris’s name. She froze, her eyes widening in panic, taking on the image of a deer in the headlights of a car. Oh God. Oh God. What should she do? She sat there, frozen, until Chris yanked her behind a bush, and she snapped back into life, panicking. Her heart pounded, and when she had began to speak she didn’t know, but she found herself saying “Oh God,” over and over again. She clasped both of her hands over her mouth, shutting herself up. She listened to Chris’s command, but she wasn’t sure she could’ve moved even if she wanted to. Oh God... What was going to happen? Fear raked through her body, her eyes shutting tightly, biting her lip hard to keep her from making a sound. She listened anxiously, her body trembling ever so slightly. Man if she was flipping out this bad, she couldn’t imagine how Chris was feeling. Daphne sat curled in a ball, praying that nothing would happen to Chris.
Finally, silence fell, and she heard the sound of a door close. The Daphne still refused to move. She didn’t want to believe this was happening, even though she was fully aware that it was. She swallowed, her heart racing as she saw Chris return. She listened to him, but still found that she couldn’t move. She finally managed to shake her head, but as she opened her mouth to tell him it wasn’t his fault, no sound came. Jeeez what was with the whole speechless trip today? It was NOT cool.
Suddenly, her ears picked up on the sound of a car pulling and her heart leaped, immediately popping up from her curled up position. Spotting her uncle climbing out of the car, Daphne bolted, running straight into his arms, almost knocking him over she gave him a big squeeze, burying her head in his chest, shutting her eyes tightly, hiding the few tears that began to slip from their barriers. She felt so horrible for Chris. She felt so scared for him. But she couldn’t but feel incredibly thankful that she had Darrell. She had someone she could lean on, to support her, and help her through things. Chris had no one. No. That was wrong. He DID have someone. He had her now. And she was going to make sure she did everything in her power to help.
FInally gaining back her self control, she stepped away from Darrell, quickly wiping the underneath of her eyes before anyone could notice that a couple of tears had escaped. She forced a smile up to her uncle. “Thank you for coming. We kind of need a ride home.” She said rubbing her neck, glancing over to Chris as she said ‘we’. She bit the side of her lip and offered him what she could manage of a comforting smile, slightly embarrassed by her sudden outburst. She felt like a little girl. She couldn’t help it though. This was a lot to handle at once. She needed someone to glomp on to. And Darrell had replaced her teddy bear long ago. Taking in a deep breath, she headed over to the passenger side of the car, gesturing for Chris to get in. She ran and grabbed her board real fast, before looking up to Chris. “Let’s go get you cleaned up,” She said quietly with a soft smile.
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 852,
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
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Post by christoph blackwell on Jul 26, 2009 19:05:10 GMT -5
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
She was flipping out, and he was afraid that she'd retreated into shock. He felt horrible; not only had he lied to her, then told her the truth and made her deal with everything... Well, not everything, he was seriously doubting he was going to tell her that his dad did more than physically abuse him... But still. And then his fucking dad showed up, and he apparently terrified her.
He put his hand on her shoulder, leaning over to glance at her, worried. "You... Are you okay?" However, as soon as the car pulled up, she bolted forward into Darrell's arms; he knew him, not only from visiting his house briefly, but because Darrell owned the company that signed him. He assumed that he was Daphne's father, and did his best to impress the guy; however, he wasn't setting too good of an impression at the moment, even if it wasn't a first impression.
He watched somewhat sadly as she leapt into his arms, feeling that much worse. He let his head fall back into his hands, not wanting to watch as Darrell wrapped his arms around her lovingly. Yeah, the guy was odd; he knew that much from the few times he'd met him, but he was still a nice guy, obviously, and he cared about Daphne.
He lifted his head when she walked up to him, forcing a small smile onto his face before pushing himself to his feet. "Yeah, thanks." He stepped forward a little, and Darrel gawked at him.
"Oi! What's your little friendy there gotten himself into?" Chris was slightly taken aback by his manner of speaking, but shrugged it off.
"I... I got mugged," he said, figuring that being mugged was better than just randomly getting jumped, because getting jumped was a lot less likely to happen randomly; it was generally for a reason. So he stuck with getting mugged. "And I'm locked out of the house, Dad's on some business trip or other and I lost my key." The lie slid out almost as easily as it had to his father.
"Well, that wasn't very nice of someone. Come on, come on, we can't just sit around and let you soak in your own blood, now can we? And you can stay the night at our house, as long as you don't do anything too bad. But that's all chipper and good, pish-posh, or whatever the fuck it is that people say when they've got a lump of coal up their asses, let's go!" He walked over to Chris, leaned down (since he was so tall) and pulled his arm over his shoulders. This slightly surprised him, but he was pretty thankful for it, in all honesty. He allowed himself to be directed to the car, climbed in, and listened as the door shut behind him.
He sat there somewhat awkwardly, board between his legs and his head lowered, biting his lip briefly before releasing it, letting his head slump forward to rest on the headrest ahead of him. They drove to what was now a familiar house to him, and he climbed out, a bit more steady on his feet than he had been. He kept his eyes lowered, feeling ashamed and all kinds of other horrible things. Darrell walked up and draped his arm over his shoulders, grinning brilliantly.
"Well, I'm thinking that quite possibly Daphne is the one who should be making you all..." he lifted his arm, waving his hands in the air. "New-like, shouldn't she?" He winked at him, pulled Daph into a bear hug, and then walked up to the house in a fashion that was almost dancing, twirling his keys around his finger and humming to himself, leaving the two alone.
Chris rubbed his arm awkwardly, glancing up at Daphne almost sheepishly. He still felt horrible for dragging her into it, even if she had guessed at it.
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Post by daphne kisslinger on Jul 26, 2009 21:51:03 GMT -5
We'll scream loud at the top of our lungs
And they'll think it's just cause we're young Daphne stood in silence as she watched her uncle and Chris, listening to the words that were exchanged between them. A small smile was beginning to form upon her lips as she listened to her uncle speak. By the end of his minor speech, she was laughing, shaking her head with a grin. “Hahah I love you,” She said with a happy smile. Her uncle was such a dork. No matter what mood, even just his funny way of talking could lighten her up, whether he meant it to or not. A lot of people thought he was weird, but if anything, they were the ones who were weird. Her uncle was a great, funny guy. People just needed to get their heads out of the clouds and get a reality check. Her blue eyes followed her uncle as he made his way over to Chris, helping him up. She gave a grateful smile and climbed into the car after them. Taking in a deep breath, she rested her head against the window as they pulled away, glaring hatefully at Chris’s house as they passed it. How could his father live with himself?
Soon enough, Darrell pulled their car into the driveway of their home, Daphne unconsciously giving a sigh of relief. Seemed she had been worried that his father would hop out at some random point and come following after them or something. Why, she didn’t know. But as she glanced around before getting out, she saw the coast was clear. Perhaps she was just being paranoid now. Shaking her head at herself, she climbed out of the car, shutting the door lightly and leaning against it as she watch her uncle head over to Chris once more, slinging an arm around his shoulders. Daphne crossed her arms, glancing down to the ground with an almost embarrassed smile on her face as she listened to Darrell speak.
She jumped slightly for a moment, as Darrell suddenly appeared, wrapping her into a giant hug. Daphne uncrossed her arms, and gave him a tight squeeze back, before watching in amusement as he... danced toward the front door. She gave a smile and looked at Chris. “Hah sorry about him...” She said gently, shaking her head and rubbing her neck, though her eyes still danced about in amusement. She loved her uncle, but yes, he was a dork no doubt. Pushing herself off the car she headed over to Chris’s side, taking note of his awkward stance. She gave him a reassuring smile, before taking his hand and lightly dragged him toward her house. Time to get that guy cleaned up.
Daphne let her grip slip from Chris as they stepped through the front door, her blue eyes taking in the grand entrance. The high ceilings, the stair case, everything was amazing. She loved her uncle’s.. no, her house. This was her home now too. You’d think after three years the concept would sink in but it didn’t. Her ears picked up on the sound of pattering feet on the wood floors, and the cute barking that followed. Daphne gave a grin and squatted down, spreading out her arms as she saw Scooby come shooting from around the corner. She waited for him to come running into her arms like he always did. “Hey Scoo-” She started but was quickly cut off as her puppy bounded straight past her. Daphne’s jaw dropped, shock overcoming her small features as her puppy just... denied her. HER puppy. Her blue eyes lowered as she slowly turned her head, until her glare finally reached Scooby.
Scooby was up on his hind legs, tail wagging crazily as he stared up at Chris, whimpering to be picked up... Like he normally did with Daphne. His white ears were perked up, giving a tiny bark to get his attention, looking as adorable as ever. Daphne’s glare slowly moved up to Chris. “What... did you do... to my dog?” She asked, raising a brow. She watched the pair for a few, rejection settling in for a moment, after the shock. She sighed, and pushed herself up from her squatting position. She’d heard of tough love, but tough puppy love??? That was a new one....
Shaking her head, she rolled her eyes, ignoring Scooby who was now happily in Chris’s arms. He was sooo disowned. Chris would be in the same dog house too, as soon as she got him cleaned up at least. HEr eyes scanned over the blood, her teeth taking in her bottom lip as she took in her options. Deciding on the easiest, she tilted her head. “Would you like to take a shower first? You’re a bloody mess. And then I can treat your wounds?” She asked, her British accent playing off her words. She then thought of her words. Bloody could be taken two different ways... However it fit for both so she didn’t care for which way he took it. She shoved her hands in her back pockets, her eyes staring deep into Chris’s, still refusing to look at the pup.
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 845,
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
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