Maura Roxanne & P i g g y bank L I E S

[mroxanne]

This is a private roleplay thread for P i g g y bank L I E S and Maura Roxanne.

No posting unless you are either of us... and you're not... so go.

[mroxanne]

❝Ｄｅａｒ, Ｉ ｔｈｏｕｇｈｔ Ｉ'ｄ ｄｒｏｐ ａ ｌｉｎｅ...❞xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo

xox

❝Ｐ.Ｓ. Ｉ ｌｏｖｅ ｙｏｕ...❞

You literally just left and I'm a mess. I lost a button on my favorite blue jacket and I got gum stuck on my favorite, patent boots.

xoxoxoxoChanges in Madison, Wisconsin since you've left:

xoxoxoxoxo● I miss you.
xoxoxoxoxo● The sun set - it's dark.
xoxoxoxoxo● I had a peanut butter and jelly sandwich.
xoxoxoxoxo● I miss you.
xoxoxoxoxo● It's 73 degrees outside.
xoxoxoxoxo● I miss you.

I'm not trying to be creepy (sometimes it just happens), but you'd better be missing me, too. Maggie misses you, too. Come to think of it, Mom, Dad, Maggie, and Leo miss you, too. And you thought my family didn't like you, haha. They've been trying to cheer me up, (BECAUSE I'M SOOOOO SAD) since last night. Maggie even gave me her Penelope, you know that ratty, little blond rag doll she found in kindergarten.

She came in at 2:00 am to take it back, though. Mags ended up in bed with me and I woke up to her feet - for a nine year old, she's got huge feet. (Don't tell her I said that, though... she'd drop kick me with those monsters.)

So, what's it like? A million miles away from here I mean? How was your flight? What's your new place like? Does it smell different? Have you seen the school yet? Are the girls cute?

How about the boys? (;

Come on, Moore!
Get creative!
Put me there with you!
(:

More importantly, how are you?
And how are the mister and missus?

I hope you got there safe and sound. All of you. I bet The Queen heard you were coming in. I bet she was right there when you got off the plane, waving a big sign that said, "ALEXANDER MOORE <3" Just like that, too. You're the best thing to happen to England since Lady Di.



Babe, I really do miss you.

Don't let The Queen get too close.
She might stick a flag on your forehead and claim you as her own.

Can't have that - who would I stay with in England?

Although, I hear Prince Harry likes blonds...

At least then we both could be royals!

I don't know why I thought this would be easy. I'm so used to getting up to call you. Instead I woke up to Big Foot and Penelope hogging all my sheets. I don't know what I'm going to do when school starts again. I'm so used to having you with me for everything! Who's going to walk me to class? Who's going to wake me up Monday morning so I'm not late?

I'm being corny.

I'm sorry.

Alex, have fun, okay?

And buy me something pretty.

ooc: so sorry it's so short.
a lot harder to write than I expected, haha.

[P i g g y bank L I E S]

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Oh, my baby. I’m sure you’re doing fine. It couldn’t have gotten that bad that quickly, love. I’m not sure what I can do about your jacket, though I saw some really hot jackets at a store I passed by when I landed, maybe I could send one your way, sometime.

xoxoxoxoChanges in me, since I left:

xoxoxoxoxoxo- I’m extremely lonely
xoxoxoxoxoxo- I finally went to a McDonalds
xoxoxoxoxoxo- I don’t think I can live without you
xoxoxoxoxoxo- I want to go home, to you
xoxoxoxoxoxo- I’m extremely lonely.

I’m sorry I had to leave you, I love you lots.

That’s not creepy at all. I miss you a bunch, and you can tell Maggie I miss her too. I didn’t really expect your parents or siblings would miss me, but drop them a hello from me some time. That’s super nice of Maggie, by the way, from what I’ve seen, she wouldn’t part with that doll to save her life.

Man, the flight was terrible. I was right beside some snobby, asian whore. She was trying to feel me up the entire ride! But besides that, the peanuts were okay. Where I live is a large place called London. Yeah, you know the place. It’s pretty big here, lots of big cities, and weird speaking people, but I think I’m getting used to it.

No, It doesn’t really smell any different. I mean, lots of pollution there, but that’s about it.

Oh, I actually visited the school just yesterday. It’s really big.. It looks like a giant hospital. The girls are okay, they have nice outfits.. They all look the same, though, none could measure up to you.

And the boys are okay too ; )

Alright, miss, I’ll show you what it looks something like where Harry Potter goes to school.

I’m alright, but I’d be better with you here. It’s really hard to focus when I know you’re so far away. I start school tomorrow, and I really doubt that I’ll be able to do any of my school work.

The mister and missus are doing alright too, they’re liking it better then Wisconsin.. I’m glad they’re happy…

Lol. The queen wasn’t there, thankfully. I don’t think I could shake her hand without laughing. She’s so old.. When we took the online tour of London on the computer, it showed her, and I almost cried of laughter when I saw her. Your drawing would have been more accurate if you had added wrinkles to the face.

When are you still planning to come to London? I really hope you come soon, to visit. My parents are going away soon, for some business trip (Stupid lawyers, they are) and they’re supposed to be gone for a looooooooong time. Spending four to five months alone isn’t going to be fun.. At least they’ll be leaving money, and lots of it.

I really hope I get my new cell phone up, because then we can call each other and stuff. You should tell Maggie to sleep right in your bed, by the way.

You could always have that weird kid.. What was his name.. Frank. Yeah, you can have him walk you to his class. He likes you, you know ; ) Just don’t go runnin’ off with him, kay? ) :

You’re right. You are being corny, but I love it.

Have fun without me, tell your parents and people I said hi.

I’ve already bought you something, actually, I’m sticking it in the mail with the next letter I send you. I hope you like it, haha, I bought it at the airplane gift shop, so sorry it sucks, here, this is what it looks like:



Also, how are your parents doing? Friends? I hope you’re getting along okay.
I’m not sure when this letter’ll get to Wisconsin, so just in case..

HAPPY BIRTHDAY.

Even though it’s another three months away, I know how these mail sending things get all wacked out. For all I know, you won’t get it for like.. A year : (


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[mroxanne]

❝Ｄｅａｒ, Ｉ ｔｈｏｕｇｈｔ Ｉ'ｄ ｄｒｏｐ ａ ｌｉｎｅ...❞xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo

xox

❝Ｐ.Ｓ. Ｉ ｌｏｖｅ ｙｏｕ...❞

Of course I'm fine. But I don't want to be fine, I want to be with you, happy. Don't get me wrong, I love this little town of ours - it's just different now. And hot jackets? UH, YES, PLEASE. Hahah maybe you can sneak into the box, too?

xoxoxoxoChanges in Madison, Wisconsin since you've left:

xoxoxoxoxo● I've become a hermit crab.
xoxoxoxoxo● Your house is empty - it's creepy.
xoxoxoxoxo● I ate my weight in grapes this morning.
xoxoxoxoxo● This whole damn town wants you home.
xoxoxoxoxo● Okay, mostly me.
xoxoxoxoxo● I miss you.

Do you love me enough to rebel and come home?

(You: "YES - A MILLION TIMES YES!" )

Or at least that's what you should write back.
; P
And hand deliver, of course.

I think my old lady misses you because you kept me out of the house and out of her hair. I have to admit, ever since you left I've been seeing a lot more of her - and everyone else as a matter of fact. Look at that, other people exist. Who knew?

Well I don't know how much I like this asian whore from the plane, but she has got great taste if not much else.

Oh! You're in London! That's amazing and I'm insanely jealous. Let the record show that I would not mind if you came back with a very nice, English accent. I think it would add to your sex appeal.

...not that it needs improvement.
(;

I hope you like it at school, you're going to be spending a looooot of time together. School here is just the same. Old, cold, and boring. I went to pick up my class schedule yesterday. I swear, it's like you've died (knock on wood) - everyone is telling me how sorry they are for me. They're trying to explain to me how I feel, it's insanity. They tell me I'm sad, I'm lonely, I'm angry, and I'm apparently I'm a lost little lamb without you. I'm not saying they're wrong, but do they have to rub my nose in it?

I mean, you're still mine.

As for this not being able to focus - you'd better try.

I'm really glad to hear that the mister and missus are liking it, babe.
I mean, pretty much anywhere is better than this place, right?
(At least I'd like to think so, 'cause if this is as good as it gets I need to start packing.)

Are you going to get a fancy shmancy English phone? You should, impress all the ladies and gentlemen, haha.

As for Maggie sleeping in my bed - never again. Never, never, never. She did it again last night and she woke up angry when I took back my blankets. I told her I'd have to sleep in her bed if she didn't check herself. She said she didn't mind, my room was bigger.

When did she become a smart a**?

I love it, hahaha.

OH OKAY, I'M TOTALLY GOING TO LET FRANK WALK ME TO CLASS.

I said I was lonely, not desperate.

Have fun without you? I'll try... I GUESS. BECAUSE I HAVE NO CHOICE.
Actually, I'm going bowling with Gretchen and Zoey tonight.
Sounds like it should be fun, but we'll see.

I'll give you the play by play in my next letter.

And that necklace looks adorable, hah. You're a sweetheart for buying it<3

LIke I said, Mom just wants me out of her hair. She's so used to me being gone all day and coming home for dinner with stories about you.

And baby, that was really sweet - but the letter got here just fine so save your Happy Birthday's for sometime down the road. ;P

As for visiting you in London, we'll see. I see it in the near future, the 'rents however seem a little iffy at the prospect of letting me go alone.

Maybe I'll bring Penelope.
(:

I love you.

xoxoxo

[P i g g y bank L I E S]

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Oh you and your words.

I’m sure you’ll get along better, all this fuss is just because I barely left. Once you get used to me not being there, you’ll not miss me as much, love.

xoxoxoxoChanges in me, since I left:
xoxoxoxoxoxoI tried out for the football team and made it.
xoxoxoxoxoxoI’ve been waking up at about 4 AM.. About two hours earlier then usual.
xoxoxoxoxoxoI’ve been going to sleep about 7 PM.. About five years yearlier then usual.
xoxoxoxoxoxoI’ve been attending football practice every morning and afternoon.
xoxoxoxoxoxoI miss you like ********.

Of course I love you enough to rebel. If only I had enough money to rebel.

Your old lady needs to get over herself. She’s got a wonderful girl on her hands and she needs to take advantage of it.

Great taste? Oh please. And what about you? Seen any good sluts lately?

There’s nothing really to be jealous about.. London isn’t as great as it sounds. English accents are okay, but I’m not sure how I feel about me getting one. Speaking of words though, I can’t wait for you to come visit.. I can’t wait to hear your voice again.

Your sex appeal is just about as high as it can get.

You’re probably right. I will be spending a lot, LOT, of time with the school. I have to keep my grades in check for my football games and such. Do you find it weird that English people play football? becase because I do. I never was able to imagine freaks in Europe to play football, or whatever.

Class schedule? Do you have Miss Wornix again for History? I’ll seriously laugh if you do.

I don’t feel like I’ve died, and it makes me feel sad everyone is acting like I did. Haha.
I hope you don’t forget about me, and move on.. I’m not dead, you know ; )

I think they’re only liking it because theyre both cheating on eachtoher each other. My dad is with some Korean girl, and my mom’s all up in it with a black guy.

Is it weird they don’t care if I see them with other people? I think it’s weird.

I think that Wisconsin is so much better then London. Not only were my parents actually together, but I was with you.

Haha. Probably not. I’m not much for those weird English phones. I’ll just stick to my blackberry.

Well, I think maybe you should both sleep in the same bed, but have two separate pairs of blankets. Or, you guys could have a sleepover in a tent ; )

I think Maggie’s always been a smart a**. She’s been hanging around the two of us for so long, we must have rubbed off.

You love her being a smart a**?
Well.. I love you, so I think I win.

Frank isn’t that bad, miss. He’s just… Smelly, and big.. ish, and hairy… You don’t have to be mean to him ; p

You have a choice, love. Don’t you remember? I asked you if you wanted to come.
My parents said that my parents would pay for you and your family to move to London with us.
They would pay for a house for you guys and everything… Not like their using their money right anyway.

Anyway, your parents had decided to get all proud and s**t, so they said no. You should’ve tried harder to convince them.

Gretchen and Zoey, hm? Bowling? I thought you said you hated bowling.

Remember when I asked you if you wanted to go bowling, and you said it wasn’t your thing?

Anyway, I hope you have fun, love.

Oh, it was a cheap piece of crap, and I’m sure I drew it better then it actually looks. I’m wrapping it up in a box though, right now.

Oh, I’m glad it got to you in time, baby. Aha.

You don’t have to go alone. Maybe I’ll fly over there, and fly back with you.. Remember, I said they were leaving all that money.

Turns out they’ll be gone for just one or two months, but they’re practically leaving a fortune…..

Them and their riches -_-

I love you a lot, a lot, a lot, baby. Have fun bowling, and I hope you like the necklace..



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[mroxanne]

❝Ｄｅａｒ, Ｉ ｔｈｏｕｇｈｔ Ｉ'ｄ ｄｒｏｐ ａ ｌｉｎｅ...❞xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo

xox

❝Ｐ.Ｓ. Ｉ ｌｏｖｅ ｙｏｕ...❞

Maybe you're right. Maybe I'll come to my senses soon. Then one day you're going to wake up wondering whatever happened to that cheesehead from Wisconsin? I'll be off somewhere, probably having babies with Frank the Tank. (Because apparently that's his new nickname.)

xoxoxoxoChanges in Madison, Wisconsin since you've left:

xoxoxoxoxo● I joined Mathletes.
xoxoxoxoxo● Totally kidding, but I did join softball.
xoxoxoxoxo● ...mostly because I'm getting F A T.
xoxoxoxoxo● I've forgotten what sleeping is like.
xoxoxoxoxo● I learned to make bananas au coco.
xoxoxoxoxo● I don't miss you.
xoxoxoxoxo● Just making sure you're paying attention.
xoxoxoxoxo● I miss you.

Haha, baby God gave you a great set of legs - put 'em to use and walk to me.
If it makes it any easier, I'll walk to the edge of town to meet you.

Sluts, sluts, sluts - hm, well Courtney Gallagher is getting a little sluttier. She lost nine pounds and is testing the limits of a halter top. Frank the Tank doesn't seem to mind, though. There go my baby plans...

Hear my voice? You're going to eat your words. I'm going to talk so much you're going to be SICK of me, hahah. I'm going to be corny again - I just wanna lay in bed with you. I want to cuddle up under the sheets and sleep the day away.

And be nice, those freaks are your friends so long as you're living there.

...yesihavemisswornixforhistory. Do. Not. Laugh. That woman is vile.

Stop laughing.

Well of course you don't feel like you've died, you're still around for yourself.
...if that makes sense.

You're not dead? Hm, how do I know this for sure? For all I know you're pulling some Patrick Swayze "Ghost" bee-ess contacting me from the other side! But even then, you'd still be great, hahah.

Maybe Maggie has always been a smartass... is it too late to change her?

Don't remind me about my choices. I know I complain, but babe - this is home. Come on, you know the Pruitt roots are in this lima-loser town. I love you, but I don't know how much that influences the other Pruitt's under this roof.

I'm sorry you don't think I tried hard enough.

I do hate bowling. For the record, I hated it. All I could think of was dropping the ball on my foot just to get out of there. It was nice to be out and about, though. I think I'm starting to get used to this.

And the necklace is great, stop being a Debbie Downer.

That would be great, by the way. You flying out to escort me back, ha. You know, I think my parents trust me a little more alone versus spending all this time alone with you.

I love you, I miss you, and who knows - maybe you'll be seeing me soon!

P.S.
REALLY? ALL UP IN IT WITH A BLACK GUY?
Have you been hanging out with said black guy?
And maybe the Moore men have more appeal to women with Asian persuasion?

dontgogettingideaseither







Just some food for thought...

; D

xoxoxo

[P i g g y bank L I E S]

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I sure hope you don’t ‘come to your senses’, because I don’t think I could stand to see you with anyone else, let alone seeing your kids with FRANK.

You’re not fat -_- You’re perfect, and you know it.

It’s cool that you joined softball, are you any good?

Why haven’t you been sleeping? And, what’s that banana thing? Is it any good?
Don’tworry,Idon’tmissyoueither
You caught me when you said it, but, were you paying attention?
I miss you so much.

God gave you some legs toooo. And some pretty sexy ones, from what I’ve seen in those daisy dukes. How about I walk…. Well, how about I don’t walk no where. I could drive to you? I got a new convertible.
It’s blue.

Since when has Courtney not been slutty? And it’s a good thing she lost those pounds.. No one likes a fat prostitute.

Ha, now you’re stuck with me.

I could never be sick of you. I’ve been missing you so much lately, because at school, there’s no one even close to as sexy and great as you.

AHAHA. You have Miss Wornix. How can I not laugh? You set me up.

But, I know how you feel. Every school has a Miss Wornix. Unfortunately for me, mine is a Mrs. Glensier.

She’s fat, and chubby, and our art teacher.

Oh, and she’s preggo.

Yes.
Her eggo is preggo.

It makes since, I guess.

I’m pretty sure I’m not dead, and I’m pretty sure you know that too.
I’m pretty sure I’m not contacting you from any other side, then across the side of the border.

I don’t think you should change anything about Maggie. She’s beautiful, and small, and so cute. I’m telling you, she’s going to look soooo cute when she gets older.
She’ll look just like you.
You and all your big feet and sexyness.

I know what you’re saying, I just wish you could have came with me. I didn’t mean you didn’t try hard enough, but… I dunno. I just wish you would’ve came.

So you do hate bowling. I knewed it. Getting used to what? Me not being there? I’m getting pretty used to not being there too…

Oh, you like the necklace? What’s a Debbie Downer?

Oh please. Your parents know I wouldn’t try anything on you. Or, I hope they know that. I would never hurt you, baby.

I love you more, I miss you more, and I really hope you come see me soon..

P.S.
Yah, all up in it. He’s always around when my dad’s gone.
I usually avoid him.

And yah, I guess it’s possible that us Moore men are attracted to the Asian’s, but you’re not asian, and I’d rather watch you in a porn then Asians ; ) But I like you better, baby.




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[mroxanne]

❝Ｄｅａｒ, Ｉ ｔｈｏｕｇｈｔ Ｉ'ｄ ｄｒｏｐ ａ ｌｉｎｅ...❞xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo

xox

❝Ｐ.Ｓ. Ｉ ｌｏｖｅ ｙｏｕ...❞

Softball is great! I'm playing shortstop and I'm even getting a little tan from all the sun time. I love my uniform, and something tells me you'd like it, too, haha.

The banana thing - it's amazing and it will change your life when I make it for you. (Look at me, I'll make such a great housewife someday.) It's oven roasted bananas, cocoa powder, and a dollop of creme fraiche. It's amazing, trust me.

Tu me manque.

I thought I'd change it up a bit. Keep us both on our toes. ; D

OOH SHINY NEW CONVERTIBLE - I REMEMBER WHY I LOVE YOU NOW.

(I am so kidding. I'd love you if you turned into a penniless sitar player.)

(...yeah, so what if I've been watching Moulin Rouge nonstop?)

I'm sorry my letter is coming a little late, but I've been a little busy.

Mrs. Glensier sounds infinitely better. She's preggers, which means she's human and capable of compassion. Ms. Wornix, though... that B E A S T - let's just not go there.

Okay, you've managed to make me want to smack you upside the head on paper. Congratulations, being a douche from a million miles away - I DO NOT HAVE BIG FEET - but I am pretty sexy, aren't I? Size eight feet are perfectly normal... normal!

You're a Debbie Downer, that's all you need to know.

And the necklace was adorable. I can't thank you enough. It's pretty, babe.

And I bet you would want to watch me in a porn. YOU'RE SO GROSS, but thank you, hahahah.

I'm sorry it took me forever to write back, but I've been a little busy. I love you, I miss you, and you need to come home soon<3

xoxoxo

We left the house at four-thirty in the afternoon. The flight would be a little under ten hours and I was already nervous. Mom cried and cried and Maggie promised to take care of my room while I was gone. It felt like I was going away and never coming back, they were all being so dramatic. They walk me as far as they can until right before the security checkpoint. Dad goes into this big spiel about how I'll be in a completely different place and how I had to be watchful of the people around me - I don't remember the rest of the conversation, I was watching planes take off in the distance.

I boarded the plane and sat in the aisle seat. As heavy as my eyelids felt, I couldn't sleep much. I drank three cans of soda, had two bottles of water, and a ham and cheese sandwich. I probably went to the bathroom like seven times during the entire flight. I sat beside a businesswoman. She wore a pair of cream and black toed Chanel heels I had seen online before, her hair was a blunt bob in a serious shade of blond, and her suit was tailored perfectly to her frame. Every time she looked at me she looked like she wanted to say something, but I always looked away. Looking at her was like looking at a gradeschool teacher who didn't like kids very much... but she had great shoes.

We landed and my stomach was beginning to do backflips all over the place. A part of me was begging me to get back on the plane, telling me that the letters he so faithfully wrote would and should have been enough until he came to me. The adventure-driven, hopeless romantic in me however, kept me moving forward. I wasn't sure why, but I had brought all of his letters with me. I read them while I waited to board the plane back home, I read them a couple times on the plane, and now I was reading one in the back of a taxicab, watching beautiful London pass me by.

It was a little colder here than in Madison and I wasn't all too prepared. I pulled my black leather jacket tightly against myself as I watched the cabby unload my bit of luggage onto the sidewalk. A London breeze teased my bare legs and pushed at the hem of my floral skirt, sending shivers up my spine. He watched me curiously as I pulled the things together and turned to the door of this palatial looking residence.

"What exactly did you come to London to do?" He asks suspiciously, eyes scanning over the house with nothing but contempt - then back to me, confused.

I give him a look that says it's none of his business and I'm keeping it that way. He rolls his eyes and disappears into the black cab, zooming down the street.

I turn and face the door, pursing my lips thoughtfully. I think about calling him, throwing rocks at one of the million windows, asking a stranger to give him a letter I could write that says I'm coming - then surprise!

I decide to stay traditional and I ring the doorbell. My palms are sweating and my heart is pounding in my chest. What if he wasn't home? God, I hadn't thought of that. What if he was out and about? What if a girl answered the door? What if he slammed the door in my face? What if his parents answered the door? What if his parent's lovers opened the door? Maybe a maid would answer the door. Does he have a maid? Does he need a maid?

Oh, Lord - what if he's home?


ooc; c l o t h e s

[P i g g y bank L I E S]

☇xAlexanderZacharyMoore
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I got the letter about fifteen minutes past noon. It was yet another letter from his beloved Celia, and he had been anxious to read and respond. But before he could, his parents had called him into the living room, discussing their plans, and how they were going to be gone for quite some time. Talking about a 'trip' and how they would be 'working' and not having that affair that I knew they were both having.

It was roughly five, to six o'clock before I was able to read the letter that he had received nearly two hours earlier. I had decided that I was going to respond at that very moment, It was more important than football practice anyway, right? Right.

After I watched my parents drive off in their fancy yellow jeep, I skipped around the house, closing all the blinds. My parents loved having the shades up, but not me. I hated the fact that anyone could look into my house whenever they felt.

So, after I was finished putting down all the blinds, turning on all the lights on the second floor -- My room(s), I settled in a large, den like room, and pulled the letter that I held in my pocket. Admiring the beautiful written letters on the front of the letter, I pulled apart the letter and began to read.

When I was finished with the lovely letter, I had pulled a pen from a desk in one of the corners of the room and had setup a place to write back, when I heard a large, ding dong shuffle through my house. Not expecting such a loud sound, so late in the afternoon, I jumped slightly, before putting the paper and pen down to go answer the door.

" Hell-- " My god. It was Celia. She was dressed in a small leather jacket with a skirt, and was obviously not prepared for the weather in England, like everyone else was. I wasn't exactly expecting for my love to be standing before me, without even the slightest warning.

" CELIA! " Not able to think of anything else to say at that moment, I opened up my arms and scooped her up in a hug as tight as I could. After the hug that seemed to last forever, and I didn't mind, I held open the door for her to come inside.

" Why are you dressed like that? Aren't you freezing? "

OOC; Shirt | Pants

[mroxanne]

ｐｒｕｉｔｔ, ｃｅｌｉａ
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I was getting antsy as the seconds passed between the doorbell ringing and his answering the door. I looked up and down the street and noticed how eerily quiet the neighborhood was for a Friday afternoon. There were no children littering the sidewalks, no cars whizzing past her on the street. I'm so used to coming home from school and having to push past waves of children that the silence was really freaking me out. I didn't have enough time to dwell on it because Alex finally opened the door and he lit up.

Sometimes my mind really is looking for the worst in a situation. I couldn't for the life of me understand why I had panicked earlier. Now all I could do was smile so wide my cheeks were bound to start aching. He pulled me into a big bear hug and already I felt amazing. His strong arms held me so tightly, so securely I couldn't help but melt right into him. "Alex!" I squeal into his shoulder, not quite willing to let go yet.

I peel myself off of him when he asks about the way I'm dressed. I laugh and roll my eyes, "Freezing? No, I'm burning up." I say dryly, another laugh creeping out of me. "I thought I'd get all dolled up, but London seems to have other plans." I say with a purse of my lips. As icy as it was out here I could feel my palms beginning to sweat, the excitement getting the better of me. My heart was still pounding relentlessly in my chest and I could feel my cheeks flushing furiously.

It felt like the first time we had ever been alone together all over again. I was giddy and simply couldn't stop from breaking out into smiles. The only difference now from then was that instead of being scared witless of touching or kissing him all I wanted to do was pull him against myself to make sure he didn't disappear into a puff of smoke. I can't stop myself and pull him into another hug, not giving him much warning. Before I know it I'm planting feather light kisses on his lips, on his cheeks and even on the very tip of his nose. My hands find their rightful place on the nape of his neck and I take in his familiar scent. I don't think even I had even realized how much I missed him until right this minute. It felt good to be able to hold him, to touch him, to kiss him. Words are worth only so much, but this was priceless. There was no replicating or imitating his touch, his scent, his voice. This moment is exactly what I had been missing the most, the moment where we were truly together.

"Oh, baby I missed you." I whisper breathlessly when I pull away hesitantly.

I turn to realize that we're still standing out in the cold with my luggage. I catch my breath, watching as each time I exhale my breath appears before me. It was a lot colder than I had anticipated. I lean down, pick up my duffel bag and reach for the other. Once I have a steady hold on both bags I turn to look at Alex and raise a brow in question, grinning mischievously at the boy I had traveled so far to see.

"So are you going to let me in or should I go home now?"

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ｔｈｅ ｌｏｎｅｌｙ ｏｎｅ❞

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I hadn’t really expected for me to meet up with Celia this soon. Sure, it had been a long while, when he was gone, but he still didn’t expect it. But, either way, he was extremely happy to see that Celia had come. The fact that she was dressed so poorly made me think about taking her shopping with the money that my parents had left. They had left me more then enough to last for quite some time, but he was planning on spending a lot of it on his love.

" I could take you shopping. We really should go. I got enough money for the both of us to get brand new wardrobes. " I didn’t mean to sound braggish, but I feel like I came off that way. When I finally pushed the thought of that out of my head though, I smiled at Celia. She was obviously extremely happy to be here too.

I felt her body move close, and before I could pull her inside, I felt her soft lips on mine, and imagined mine must be chapped. Kisses seemed to be coming from everywhere when Celia had pulled me close, and all I could do was kiss her back. That’s all I wanted to do. I could have stood out there in the cold all day with her, kissing her, and holding her, but I knew she wouldn’t be able to. Not in those clothes.

Kissing her again, I realized that it was these kisses, her squeals, her short skirts and giddy excitement that I had missed most about her. Not being with her had almost made him feel.. Dull. But being with her again made it all better. He was able to hold her, touch her, kiss her, feel her, hear her.

" I missed you more, baby. " Unable to think of anything else to say, I murmur those words, before I hear her mention us standing outside. Turning her and I, so that I was now on the outside of the doorframe, and she was on the inside, I grabbed a hold of her bags, and gestured for her to move inside.

When we were both inside, I guided Celia to the living room downstairs, and placed her luggage there. It was a fine spot.. For now. It might get changed soon, but at the moment, it was fine.

" So, what do you say? Are you up for shopping? " Pulling her closer, I placed a small kiss on her nose, holding my hands together behind her back. I felt the warm air rush across our bodies as the heater kicked on, and I clasped her hands together in mine to try and warm them.

OOC; Shirt | Pants

[mroxanne]

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I listen as Alex talks about taking me shopping. He had always been a little better off than me and my family, but I had never held it against him. Mostly because he made it easy not to. Whenever he offered to buy me things or treat me to something special I knew he would have done it all the same if he were dirt poor and living in a hut back home. I had never questioned his motives with money and I often worried that maybe he thought I was using him for it. I really wasn't and honestly would still be in love with the Moore boy if he was living in a hut. I loved him because he was sweet and kind and treated me better than anyone I'd ever met. But above all that they were friends first and he had always been there to be the shoulder to cry on. People often underestimate the power of listening, but I treasure it.

"You don't have to take me shopping. I can just layer." I tell him reassuringly. I realize his parents must have left him all kinds of leisure money while they were away. No reason he had to spend it all on clothes, though. Clothes were clothes and with enough layering I'd be warm enough.

I relish the feeling of his lips against mine and I can feel my heart begin to flutter. It all ends in one swift moment, though. He's leading me inside and we're setting my bags down in what seemed to be the living room. From what I could tell the decorating had all been done by his mother. The place was immaculately clean and everything seemed to be in perfect place. I can't help but look around and examine the picture frames, the small statues, even the tapestries look stately.

I'm pulled out of awe by his kiss. I wrinkle my nose and laugh, feeling a gentle warmth wash over me. He takes my hands and I laugh a little. "Well if you keep offering like this, I don't think I can say no for much longer." I say with another laugh. "I'm here at your service." I curtsy and wink playfully.

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&ｔｈｅｎ Ｉ ｍｉｇｈｔ ｎｅｖｅｒ ｂｅxoxo
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