Bonjour, je suis loser.

Sun, 19 Feb 2012 05:30:37 -0500

@Aaron;

Sun, 19 Feb 2012 05:09:16 -0500

Charlotte smiled slightly. “Thanks.. It means a lot..” She smiled slightly. She looked at him. “Thanks for everything…” She smiled as he mentioned the duet. “Oh, yeah. Definitely. What song could we do?” She asked, smiling slightly. She nervously played with the bottom of her dress, biting her lip. She felt the butterflies in her stomach again.

“Love interruped by Jack White? Do you know that one?” He asked, hoping she did. It was a favorite of his and it was in his head at that moment, for some bizarre reason. “Or there’s always your choice.” He flashed a grin at her once again and cleared his throat. It was as if he could not stop grinning around Charlotte. Well, that’s what happens when you’re having a good time, right? Nothing more. Shit. Was he falling for her? Shit. Shit shit shit shit. Shit. Okay, he really did need to get a better vocabulary

Sun, 19 Feb 2012 04:04:39 -0500

My universe will never be the same. I’m glad you came.

Sun, 19 Feb 2012 03:58:51 -0500

My universe will never be the same. I’m glad you came.

@Aaron;

Sun, 19 Feb 2012 03:47:55 -0500

felldowntherabbit-hole:

Charlotte looked at him and bit her lip, she sniffed, taking his hand. “Thanks.. I’m really not..” She said, feeling her cheeks redden. She looked at him. “Really? You’ll let me stay with you? That’s the nicest thing anyone has never done for me..” She said, smiling slightly. She looked at him. “What about my clothes?” She asked, biting her lip. She looked at him and smiled slightly. She looked at her feet and sighed. “Thanks, for this. You’re one of the nicest people I have ever met, it really means a lot.” She smiled slightly.

Aaron nodded and grinned slightly. “What are friends for, right?” He smiled softly. “I can always go grab your things for you and you can wear some of my sisters clothes for now. I’m sure she won’t mind.” He gulped and took a deep breath. At least she wasn’t going back to him. He wasn’t sure if he could bear the guilt if she did decide to go back. “It’s honestly no problem. It’d be amazing to have someone who’s into the same things as me under the same roof.” He grinned and raised an eyebrow. “You still wanna do that duet?” He asked, sniffing. He didn’t really mind what they did now. As long as she was safe and he knew that, then it didn’t bother him.

m-a-x-x-i-e: ooc; sorry!! irl’s being bleh. Dx who am I owing replies? ooc; WELL HAI. lolyouoweme....

Sun, 19 Feb 2012 03:43:12 -0500

m-a-x-x-i-e:

ooc; sorry!! irl’s being bleh. Dx who am I owing replies?

ooc; WELL HAI. lolyouoweme. jsjs. take your time though.

@Aaron;

Sun, 19 Feb 2012 03:08:12 -0500

felldowntherabbit-hole:

Charlotte looked at him and bit her lip. “I.. Okay.. I’ll stay.. Sorry.. I get really touchy about this…” She mumbled, looking at her feet. She looked at him and forced a small smile. “That’s why I sing and paint. I do it to block him out…” She mumbled, looking at her feet. “He said that if I tell anyone he’ll kill me…” She mumbled, looking at him, with a look of fear in her eyes. “Please don’t make me go back to him…” She looked at her feet. “I can’t go back…” She said, swallowing the lump in her throat. She felt tears come into her eyes again, she sniffed, wiping her eyes. She never showed her emotions like this, but around Aaron, she felt like she could, she felt like he wouldn’t judge her for being who she is. She sighed, running a hand through her hair. “Sorry, I’m a mess…” She sighed, keeping her eyes fixed on her feet.

Aaron gulped back the lump in his throat as the blond said she couldn’t go back. He wasn’t going to let her go back anyway. Not if that happened to her. He never normally felt this protective over anyone except Grace really. It was weird. Sort of. Taking a step forward, Aaron reached out a hand for her to take. “It’s okay. You don’t have to go back to him. You can stay with me. I’ll keep you safe. He’ll never hurt you again. I promise.” He said softly, forcing a small, sad smile. “You’re not a mess, you’re beautiful even when you cry.” He grinned and took a deep breath. “Stay here? With me? Don’t go back to him. You don’t deserve it.” He cleared his throat. All he wanted to do was wrap his arms around the girl and hold her until she felt somewhat safe.

@Aaron;

Sun, 19 Feb 2012 02:41:21 -0500

felldowntherabbit-hole:

Charlotte looked at him. “Well you do a bloody good job of cleaning.” She smiled slightly, looking down. “Yeah, I love art. I do paint.. It’s just that whenever I try to, and I leave the room, it gets destroyed.” She shrugged, biting down on her lip. She felt tears come into her eyes as he complimented her and asked the question. She stared at her feet. “It was my dad… It started when I was around 10.” She paused, swallowing the lump in her throat. “He started off hitting my mum when I was 2 or 3, he then moved onto my brother, and now, I’m his last victim. I never do anything to aggravate him. He just comes into my room… And shouts at me, then hits me…” She squeezed her eyes shut, wincing in pain as the slightly bruised one started to sting. She felt a tear roll down her cheek. “I’m sorry… Can you not tell anyone… I shouldn’t have told you.. I don’t want you worrying.. Not that you would..” She shrugged, wiping her eyes. She stared at her feet, then looked up at him. “Sorry… I don’t know why I told you… I’ve only just met you… I hardly know you…. You could be lying and you could be going to tell everyone…” She cut off. “I’ve got to go.” She said, standing up and heading for the front door.

Aaron bit his lip as a wave of anger hit him. It wasn’t at Charlotte, but at her dad. How could he do that to his own daughter? To his own family? Holding back his sudden anger, he looked at Charlotte as she got up and headed for the front door, he walked after her. “I do care. I swear on my life that I won’t tell anyone.” He took a deep breath. “Just stay for a little bit, yeah? Don’t rush back to him.. just.. we can still do that duet if you want.” He shrugged, offering her a small smile. “I know we’ve just met, but I care about you. A lot. I..” He broke off and gulped. “Please? I swear on my life that I won’t tell anyone and I honestly don’t want to die.” He shrugged. He ran a hand through his hair and ruffled it slightly. “I won’t even bring it up again. I promise. Just, don’t go back yet. Enjoy just a little bit more of your freedom.

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Sat, 18 Feb 2012 21:44:42 -0500

There was once a young man called Aaron and he lived in a rather large city called Bristol, which was full of boring twats, which meant he had nothing to do.

Sat, 18 Feb 2012 21:20:15 -0500

True story.

@Aaron;

Sat, 18 Feb 2012 19:28:41 -0500

felldowntherabbit-hole:

Charlotte smiled softly at the girl who stomped past her. “Oh… Right.. Lovely.. Alright..” She rolled her eyes at the girl. She laughed at what Aaron had said. “Ah, makes a lot of sense.” She laughed, biting her lip. She looked at her feet and walked past him. “Your house is really nice…” She smiled slightly, looking around. “Mine’s really shit.. and small..” She shrugged, looking at her feet. She bit her lip, smiling softly at him, she watched his every move. He seemed really sweet, especially after just meeting, he was already offering to defend her, from pretty much anyone whoever decided to take the piss out of her. She bit her lip, looking up at the walls. “Wow, this house… Is brilliant…” She grinned, looking at him. “It’s lovely.. I love the paintings, they’re sort of what I’m aiming to get at one day..” She mumbled, sighing.

Charlotte ran a hand through her hair, smiling at him, she walked into the living room and sat down on a seat, trying not to ruin the layout. This whole house was perfect in her eyes, it was all tidy and neat, it was beautiful. She looked at her feet, seeing a mirror directly beside where she was sat, she looked at herself, noticing she had a slight bruise around her Right eye. She looked down at her feet, rummaging through her bag, hoping to find her foundation, to cover it up. She frowned. “Fuck..” She muttered, realizing she left it at home. “Fucking brilliant.” She looked up at the door. “Sorry, about the way I look..” She muttered, forcing a small smile.

Aaron couldn’t help but grin as the girl seemed fascinated by his house. It was pretty big, he had to agree. “Yeah. I’m the only one who cleans up around this place. Everyone else takes it for granted.” He raised an eyebrow at her. “You like art?” He asked. “Wow, just when I thought you couldn’t get anymore amazing you go ahead and surprise me.” He smirked. It was true. Kinda. She was amazing, to him. He had never met someone who liked the same things as him before. He liked art. A lot. He knew everything about art, he had learnt from an early age. His parents were quite rich, but that didn’t make him turn his nose up at anyone. Why should he be like his parents who judged everyone who didn’t wear a designer label? He never really fitted in with the rich, spoilt and bratty types. Because he wasn’t any of those things. Especially spoilt. That was his sister. He was just a normal kid, who despised his parents for weighing so much on his shoulders. He shut the door and followed the blond girl into the living room. “I.. no. You.. you look perfect. I mean, you look great. Yeah, really great. Your face is great. Nothing to be sorry for.” He grinned and gulped. “I know it’s none of my buisness, but, who did that to you? I won’t tell anyone or laugh. I just.. I don’t know.” He shrugged, the grin falling from his face and took a deep breath, sniffing and leaning against the wall.

Drink it if you can!

Sat, 18 Feb 2012 19:16:42 -0500

Drink it if you can!

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Sat, 18 Feb 2012 18:40:48 -0500

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Sat, 18 Feb 2012 18:11:51 -0500

@Aaron;

Sat, 18 Feb 2012 16:54:11 -0500

felldowntherabbit-hole:

Taking a deep breath, walking down the street towards Aaron’s house, Charlotte felt a load of butterflies come into her stomach. She bit her lip, approaching the house. She looked up at the house, it was huge, compared to her small house, it was small, useless and shitty. Just like her family, useless and shit. She ran a hand through her long blonde locks and knocked. She took a deep breath, stepping back. She didn’t want to seem too eager to get into the house and get started on their duet.

Charlotte closed her eyes, taking a deep breath in, she pulled her sleeve down, trying to hide the bruises from where her dad lashed out the previous night. She winced in pain as she caught one of them with her hand as she pulled her sleeve down. She sniffed, wiping her eyes as tears came into her eyes. She shook her head, looking down at her feet. She bit her lip, nervously fumbling with the bottom of her dress.

Aaron was sat at the bottom of the stairs, his eyes closed. He had arranged to meet a girl called Charlotte. She seemed quite nice, really. There was something about her, he couldn’t quite put his finger on it. But there was something. Hearing a knock at the door, Aaron stood up slowly, only to be pushed to the side by his little sister. He rolled his eyes. “You’re leaving now?”

Skye, his sister, nodded and shot a grin at him. “Yup. Don’t wait up, twatface.” She walked towards the front door and rolled her eyes as she saw Charlotte, she walked out and started off down the road.

Aaron sighed and walked to the front door and flashed a smile at the blond girl in front of him. “Sorry about her. It’s her time of the month.” He said, stepping aside. “Come in.” From what he had gathered, her dad wasn’t a nice man. If he got her to open up a little more then maybe, just maybe he could find a way to protect her. He felt a weird need to protect this girl even if they had just met. Nobody deserved what she got.

Hello!

Sat, 18 Feb 2012 16:32:27 -0500

felldowntherabbit-hole:

Aw, I bet she’s not. It’s just that… My older brother used to take the piss out of me a lot and my dad used to just laugh and go along with it… And.. Yeah.. I don’t know why I’m telling you all this…

ooc; RP? xD

It’s okay. I won’t tell anyone or take the piss out of you. I’ll keep it all between us, yeah?

ooc; yush. x3 could chu start? ;o

Hello!

Sat, 18 Feb 2012 16:18:08 -0500

felldowntherabbit-hole:

I don’t really have any reason not to, I’ll get people taking the piss out of me, I’m honestly not a good singer. Thanks, Aaron.. It means a lot.

I won’t take the piss out of you, promise. My sister’s a shit singer, so I know what a rubbish singer sounds like. I’m sure you don’t sound like one.

Hello!

Sat, 18 Feb 2012 16:06:50 -0500

felldowntherabbit-hole:

Er, is your house free? I would invite you around mine, but my dad probably wouldn’t accept that. He’s… He gets angry really quickly… And lashes out really badly… I shouldn’t have said that… Pretend I didn’t say that.. Er.. I don’t really think I have that much of a good voice, to be honest..

Er.. yeah, you can come to mine if it’s safer.. I mean, easier for you. I’m sure you do, don’t doubt yourself so much.

Hello!

Sat, 18 Feb 2012 15:55:21 -0500

felldowntherabbit-hole:

Haha, well I don’t think I do, but y’know. Yeah, that would be nice!

I’m sure you do. With a face that beautiful I’m sure you’ll have a perfect voice. Just tell me a time and place and I’ll be there.

Hello!

Sat, 18 Feb 2012 15:36:34 -0500

felldowntherabbit-hole:

Well… Er… I do sing.. But hardly anybody knows. Yeah, I overheard you the other day. You’re really good!

Thank you. I’m sure you have a lovely voice. We should duet someday, just sayin’.