the name of the star
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- Posted: Thu, 17 Nov 2011 05:12:09 +0000
fleur marie de force
xxxWE ARE YOUNG HEARTACHE TO HEARTACHE
x we stand oh oh
no promises no demands when it both of us knowing
xxlove is a battlefield
- Xavier pouted. "Are you mad at me," he blinked. She looked mad. Xavier was not as perceptive as Darcy was, he usually never noticed anything unless it was in front of his face. Had she expected him to stop Grant from doing anything rash? Because trying to stop Grant seemed like jumping in front of a bulldozer while he was in this foul mood. He hoped they would at least reach a compromise so the fun could finally begin! He smiled. "Well, if you insist," he winked and stood up, gesturing for her to get onto the dance floor as well before disappearing. He grabbed the first girl that caught his attention and pulled her into the strobe lights. He didn't envy Grant in the slightest, not like he had when the boy had poured his heart out to him, because Xavier was really made for this life. At least for now. He had no plans of ever wanting to settle down with a stable girlfriend until someone was good enough to change his mind.
Fleur was about to start walking away when it took Grant so long to answer. She didn't want to be with him if he had any doubts. She refused the idea, no matter how much she wanted too. But then his arms wrapped around her and he spoke softly, deliberately. A wary smile grew on her face the more he spoke and by the time he finished, it was genuine. "I think she's going to try really hard," she replied honestly, then kissed him. "But you're going to have to work your a** off, got it? You have a lot to prove," she warned in between kisses, pulling him towards the hotel. She wanted to get up to their room.
She grabbed his hand, walking purposefully through the lobby. She saw the concierge's eyebrow raise slightly as he took inventory of the girl dragging Grant inside. Funny how what he told the custom's employee as a joke, turned out to be true. But right now she didn't want to have to worry about home. But at the same time: she wanted to pour out every fear she had on paper, even if she couldn't move her pen. She opened the room door, closed it, then pulled him in for a kiss again.