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Post by VENICE CECILIA TAYLOR on May 14, 2012 23:05:06 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #DDDDDD; border-top: solid #5a5a5a 5px; width: 500px; padding-top: 20; padding-bottom: 30;][classy=tite]I WISH YOU WERE HERE. [/classy][classy=cont] [/classy] [classy=threader] Venice had never realized how badly she had screwed up. She had fucked up Mickey and Al's relationship, and then... Al had been kidnapped. He was one of the few that had been kidnapped, almost a few days after she had fucked things up. She hadn't even seen him since that night, and now it had been a month. She had been feeling incredibly guilty for the past few weeks, along with lonely. When Albert had been kidnapped, so had Jared. She didn't realize how much she would miss Jared until, well, he was gone. The same with a lot of other people, but it was a lot stronger with Jared and Albert. Albert because she had been an awful friend to him, and Jared because they spent so much time together that a month apart really affected her. It didn't really help that they were all kidnapped. And so, when Venice heard he was back, she jumped on the opportunity to apologize. She figured he was probably spending his first night with Mickey, if they could work things out. So, she decided to wait a day or two. She didn't need to mess up any more of his relationships or friendships. And so, she decided nine pm was a decent time to go into his room. He probably hadn't gone out yet, if he was going out that night, it was too early for Mickey to be over for sexytimes, and it was too early for him to be asleep. She simply knocked on his door, waited a few minutes so he could get decent in case he wasn't, and then she walked in. "Hey, Al... I'm really sorry and I'm so glad that you're back. And I'm sorry for walking in here and I really missed you and I was really worried and..." Venice rambled on with more apologies, not really stopping. She was just waiting to see him, so she could throw her arms around his neck and hug him. [/classy]
TAG: ALBERT! NOTES: sorry it's so short, but it's to the point XD
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Post by ALBERT NEIL DEAN on May 15, 2012 23:25:24 GMT -5
il nous reste toute une vie r pour pleure et maintenant nous sommes tous seuls [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,10,true][atrb=style,background-image: url('http://i53.tinypic.com/wb98wn.jpg');,true] P R O T É G E - M O I !
One thing Al hadn't remembered about getting punched in the face was the fact that his jaw would now be swollen for a while. It had been a couple of days, so the bruising was gone, but Al's jaw was still kind of tender and swollen. At least his dad hadn't been wearing his rings. Anyway. He was currently stretched out, trying to not poke his jaw. He had been slowly getting accustomed to being at the school again, to not being angry all the time (that was pretty natural, actually), and just to life being... normal. Many people had been popping in and out of the room, welcoming him back, seeing what was going on. Mickey had been practically glued to Al's side, as much as he could get away with. He was enjoying a rare silence, when, big surprise, someone knocked on the door and stepped in. A non sarcastic surprise revealed it to be Venice.
"Hey, Al... I'm really sorry and I'm so glad that you're back. And I'm sorry for walking in here and I really missed you and I was really worried and..."
Al wanted so, so much to hold a grudge. Before he could help himself, he let out one venomous comment. "Oh, here to give be a blowjob? Funny enough, your prediction was right, Mickey didn't seem to give me many for a while." Al's expression was stony and cold for all of three minutes. And then he became the real softie sweetie pie that Al really is on the inside. He sighed. "Come over here, Ven." He patted the side of the bed and sat up. He let out a deep breath for a few seconds, then launched into what was sure to be a long, awkward rant. "Ven, look, I'm not- I'm not mad at you. You know me, I hold a grudge for about as long as I can... uh... Stand watching Glee." There we go, that sounds like Al. "And, as much as I kind of hate to admit this, you really.... kind of helped me out in the long run. I mean, I just, I. I." He sighed again and ran his hand through his hair. "I came out to my dad. It- it didn't really go well, but, you know, it happened." Al chuckled darkly. "Not to mention, Mickey's been, you know, just. Glued to me. But. It's not that I mind. He's kind of. I don't know. It's been nice. Being back." Al unconsciously felt the swollen bit of his face, and then sighed (again). "But really, I'm not mad at you. We've been friends forever, and, you know, you were freaked out, and all of that." He rubbed Ven's back in a comforting way, like the big teddy bear Al really was.
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Post by VENICE CECILIA TAYLOR on May 16, 2012 18:56:52 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #DDDDDD; border-top: solid #5a5a5a 5px; width: 500px; padding-top: 20; padding-bottom: 30;][classy=tite]I WISH YOU WERE HERE. [/classy][classy=cont] [/classy] [classy=threader] Venice eyed him hesitantly, waiting to see what he would say before she ran over to him and hugged him. He looked the same as always, perhaps a little older and mature, but it had only been a month. The month, however, had felt ages to her. She could feel the anger he had toward her for a few minutes, even though his comment made his feelings pretty clear. "Oh, here to give be a blowjob? Funny enough, your prediction was right, Mickey didn't seem to give me many for a while." She shook her head no and simply looked at him, her blue eyes piercing his. She was waiting to see if, maybe, he would forgive her. Normally, Venice wouldn't expect it, but considering he had been kidnapped and she had no idea what had happened, things might have changed. And if not, well, Venice only had herself to blame. He quickly came around, though. The old Albert came back. "Come over here, Ven. Ven, look, I'm not- I'm not mad at you. You know me, I hold a grudge for about as long as I can... uh... Stand watching Glee. There we go, that sounds like Al. And, as much as I kind of hate to admit this, you really.... kind of helped me out in the long run. I mean, I just, I. I. I came out to my dad. It- it didn't really go well, but, you know, it happened. Not to mention, Mickey's been, you know, just. Glued to me. But. It's not that I mind. He's kind of. I don't know. It's been nice. Being back. But really, I'm not mad at you. We've been friends forever, and, you know, you were freaked out, and all of that." This was the old Albert, the one who was absolutely and completely terrible about saying things. Venice shook her head at him before going over to sit on his bed and wrap her arms around him. "He's not worth it if he doesn't love you for who you are," she muttered, referring to Albert coming out to his father. This was coming from the girl with serious daddy issues, too. She managed without a real father, and she turned out okay... right? Okay, perhaps she didn't have the best advice. "I really really missed you and I'm sorry," Venice mumbled more, her cheeks heating up. It wasn't common for her to admit she was wrong, especially not when it involved Mickey. She reached into her shirt, classy as ever, and pulled a plastic bag that held some of her delicious chocolate chip cookies, but tiny ones. One of her lesser known talents was cooking and baking. It wasn't often that she gave people food, only because a lot of people irritated her. But this was an occasion for cookies, Albert definitely deserved them. "I made you cookies and you should know that I'm always here for you. Are you okay?" the blonde asked, her phrases completely disjointed as she jumped from subject to subject, noticing him feel his face. What had happened to him? His father? Her blue eyes expressed her concern for him as she pulled him into a hug again, as if he would get kidnapped again if she let go. [/classy]
TAG: ALBERT! NOTES: boob cookies.
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Post by ALBERT NEIL DEAN on May 20, 2012 3:17:03 GMT -5
il nous reste toute une vie r pour pleure et maintenant nous sommes tous seuls [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,10,true][atrb=style,background-image: url('http://i53.tinypic.com/wb98wn.jpg');,true] P R O T É G E - M O I !
COOKIES! COOKIES! They came from her boobs how did they fit in there girls much have a lot of room in there but also COOKIES!
Al's a simple guy, okay? He had, of course, vaguely nodded when Venice muttered something or other about being loved for who he is. "I missed you, too, Ven. I missed everyone." He nibbled on a couple of the cookies, trying to make them last and to not simply inhale the entire bag at once. A cookie was half hanging out of Al's mouth when Ven hugged him a second time. He tried to keep the baked deliciousness in his mouth and not all over Venice, so he couldn't answer her right away when she spoke.
"I made you cookies and you should know that I'm always here for you. Are you okay?"
"These cookies rock, Ven. Mmm. Maybe I should get kidnapped more often if it means I get to eat more of these." Al grinned and reached over to grab a bottle of water. He drank from it for a few minutes while he thought. He was thinking if he was really okay or not. He was feeling much, much better. Everything seemed to be returning to normal. They were getting better than normal, because Al was out and no one seemed to care and everybody supported him and Mickey and Mickey was being so much better and Al was more confident and his powers were easier but. But his dad had still smacked him in the face. And he had punched his dad back. And Al felt like he was thirteen or fourteen again, just figuring stuff out. He sighed and leaned back on the bed, starting at the ceiling. Al munched another teeny cookie. "You know, Ven, I don't know if I'm okay. Everything feels weird right now. Kind of... surreal, I guess. I mean, I feel a zillion times better about myself now that everyone knows about me and Mickey, but it feels really weird to be completely cut off from my dad. He won't respond. Drew says he's drinking worse again. I'm wigging out a little bit about that. But it's not my fault I'm like this, Drew's seen the signs since I was like thirteen, but Jesus when I was thirteen I was a wreck I don't even know how he could have... deduced it." Al took a big breath. He felt a very serious urge to start ranting like he was prone to when feeling any emotions that had built up rather than exploded. So, to summarize, Al basically either ranted and ranted or stuttered out awkward phrasings. Sometimes at the same time. "If you're up for some venting, let me know, because I think I really need it and the therapist I'm seeing I feel weirder talking to than you because you know me and she doesn't."
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