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 Posted: Sun Aug 07, 2011 10:23 am
The thundercloud seemed to turn into a whirlwind at the rate that Casey ran to hold the bars closed. If not for there being no other door nearby for Bella to disappear into, she would have done so. ‘ Casey!’ Why couldn’t he just let her go for a few more weeks? Wait til she was completely over him, and then ask this question? ‘ You’re making this so much harder on me Casey…’
“ Bella…”, How was it that Casey’s voice tore down her inhibitions? Why did it have to sound so wonderful when he really meant something? He sounded far too calm, and being somewhat soothed, she could contain herself enough to keep from sobbing like a five year old.
“ Please, tell me.”, Bella shook her head furiously back and forth.
“ Tell me what happened…”, Glancing up, Bella saw Casey’s hand tighten on the railing, and her heart ripped within her chest. Everything within her body wanted to run and bolt like a deer to avoid the headlights of a passing car; but, she froze. Quite like the wounded animal she felt akin to. Unable to speak or look at Casey, to try and keep from feeling any additional pain…He was being his old caring self, and it was too wonderful to look at. Perhaps it was in part to what Harold had done, but this girl had learned from many experiences that it was better to settle than long for wonderful things only to have them thrown in your face. Telling Casey the truth would mean telling him she still had feelings for him, and she just couldn’t handle doing that again without stepping over coals. But Casey wanted to know…and he wouldn’t stop until he found out one way or another.
“ Ih…Its in the past…”, Bella started to mumble just when a cloth handkerchief brushed against her cheek. The sensation was so blissfully soothing that her heart broke from feeling it, and Bella slowly stepped backwards to try and avoid being touched. If she didn’t move away, she would forget her decision and give in. She couldn’t do that…not without feeling like a fool.
“ I…I was going to sleep, and I left the window open.” No! What are you doing?! Stop talking! Stop talking and get out of here!
“ I was almost asleep when I saw someone crawl in the window. I thought it was a burglar, but then I saw his hair. He called me billy bee so I thought…it might be you. Harold wouldn’t wear your cologne…and I didn’t think that you would willingly relinquish your ring…So…um…”, Bella began to choke on her words halfway through the sentence before she finally trailed off and couldn’t say anything. Casey could probably imagine what happened, and Bella really didn’t want to rehash the entire story back to him unless he prodded her to. Feeling defeated for opening up thus far, she kept her eyes on the popcorn she no longer wanted and tried to hide her face again.
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Posted: Sun Aug 07, 2011 11:05 am
~ • Carl • Cαsε[y] • Jøнηsøη • ~ Can't stay awake, burning alive
I cannot breathe this poison air filled with lies.
“ Ih…Its in the past…”
Casey was really ready to start giving up, but he couldn't ignore her hurt face, nor could he ignore that gut feeling. There something he just had to know, but the young woman was resisting him like a brick wall. Yet, something seemed to change when Casey tried to clean up Bella's face a little.
“ I…I was going to sleep, and I left the window open.”
pretty much everybody and their cat knew she left her window open when she's going to sleep. It wasn't the healthiest habit, but so far it hadn't done harm. It seemed that it might have been different this time. Casey remembered climbing up to her second story window many times, whether it was for sheer boredom or for the company. Casey had never climbed through her window with a single bad intention. This was going to involve harold, Casey knew it and he tried to think what the once painted man had gotten in his mind to visit Bella at night.
“ I was almost asleep when I saw someone crawl in the window. I thought it was a burglar, but then I saw his hair.”
Gum it was eh? Casey started to feel stupid, not having seen the signs, but he hadn't been able to tell, he never saw himself running around though. Gum in his ******** hair. Right... It must've been op purpose, Casey could feel his heart sink.
“He called me billy bee so I thought…it might be you.”
The little b*****d. The jealous, crazy ********... Now this was sounding like the face of an imposter and only got worse as Bella continued her words.
“Harold wouldn’t wear your cologne…”
No, unless it was to trick somebody into utter devastation. Casey should've seen the signs. He had noticed his cologne missing that night. Why didn't his brain ring a bell before? Had he really been so blind to Harold's trickery? It seemed so and he had let his closest friend fall into the hands of a fiend posing as him.
“and I didn’t think that you would willingly relinquish your ring…So…um…”
That was true. He actually missed the ring. He had always valued it because well... They had found it together while watching silly cartoons on his couch and eating cereals. They had even fought over it and Bella had won it. What she did then was much more of a joke than truth. In an almost 'will you marry me' fashion she asked Casey if they wanted to be friends forever. At the time they hadn't complicated their relation with feelings and mistakes and... The truth, but Casey hadn't doubted his answer even a little bit. It was a full blown yes of course joined with one of their innocent hugs. If it hadn't been stolen Casey wouldn't have let Harold get away with it. It was too precious to his heart and that made it so much more than a cereal box ring.
The innocence was gone though. He had made love with her and awoken feelings neither of them could deny, but both of them had tried to deny it for so long. Casey didn't need to get more explanation from Bella. She had said enough and as realization sunk in of what betrayal had been committed Casey started to pale over. Bella had had to go through that without a single bit of support and knuckle head Casey had been too busy worrying over himself.
"My god." Muttered Casey silently, his arm falling from it's firm place where it wanted to hold Bella from getting away. He walked to a nearby wall as it all sunk in even deeper and in a second he almost punched a hole in a nearby wall.
"I should've seen it." Said Casey once again silently, but more to himself than to Bella. Yet, he soon turned to his little Billy-bee.
"I've been the worst friend possible." He said silently and he approached the brunette again, continuing with what he had been doing, drying her tears. He didn't know what else to do.
What made it all worse, while Harold tried to shoot Bella to oblivion he had managed to shoot himself in the foot. Yet in an odd way that was comforting. Bella wouldn't let herself get stabbed twice, right? Ah no... Not if Casey counted himself.
"There isn't anything I can say to fix that." Said Casey quietly when he had managed to clean Bella's face up. She still looked beautiful, even though her make up was supposedly ruined now.
At least now he knew... At least now he had some answers. It didn't make things better for Harold. Casey was sure he wanted to kill the guy for playing Bella's heart like that. Yet, it wasn't the time for that now and Casey could think of only one thing to do.
He softly kissed her on her forehead.
Hard to define, it always is
It's hard to scream with your throat full of glass -I get in line, I always do-
დდდ
XXX
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Posted: Sun Aug 07, 2011 11:58 am
“ My god.”, Casey muttered, and Bella felt the coils of being pitied lodge around her heart . His arm slipping from the wall only increased the remorse her friend would feel, and she began to lift her head from the ground when the movement of Casey walking away caught her attention.
“ ********>”, Casey screamed, and Bella’s face tightened as if she was protecting herself from being smacked. Setting down the bucket of popcorn and placing the drink beside it, Bella took a few steps forward in the hope of soothing her friend before he did something drastic. Like rush into the theatre and kill Harold. When Casey looked at her, she looked back and maintained eye contact.
“ I should’ve seen it…I’ve been the worst friend possible.” Case was rambling now, Bella thought, and unsure of what to say at the moment, the brunette simply extended her arm and softly brushed her palm over his upper arm and shoulder. As if patting or stroking him could make it all better. Now it was Casey’s turn to feel defeated, it seemed, but Bella was not just going to let her friend emotionally take on all the blame when he wasn’t the one who needed to feel bad right now.
“ There isn’t anything I can say to fix that.”, Of course there wasn’t; but, after all, one couldn’t change the past. ‘ How can I make things better?’ Reassuring him being her best bet, Bella moved her head to try and prevent her friend from constantly trying to clean her face, and sent him an forced but reassuring smile. Casey kissed her forehead, and she instinctually folded her arms around him.
“ There’s nothing to fix. What’s done is done.”, Bella pressed her mouth to his cheek and held her ‘good friend’ close.
“ It’s in the past…and I’ve already forgiven it.”, Thinking he might be mad for her saying that, she quickly added the next portion of her confession. Biting her lip before doing so, as if that could help boost her confidence that she could do this.
“ …I’m…pregnant Casey.”
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Posted: Sun Aug 07, 2011 1:26 pm
~ • Carl • Cαsε[y] • Jøнηsøη • ~ Can't stay awake, burning alive
I cannot breathe this poison air filled with lies.
“ There’s nothing to fix. What’s done is done.”
True, what was done was done and couldn't be undone. Yet Casey didn't want to undo anything, he wanted to make sure Bella could cry over that any more. He didn't know how to do that though and he wondered if he could still manage that. Because Bella might've made a too big brick wall between them. At least she was embracing him in a way and he did return it.
“ It’s in the past…and I’ve already forgiven it.”
How could Bella forgive a brutal backstabbing like that? How had she ever found in herself to do that. Casey didn't like the sound of that one bit and it didn't help to keep his mood straight and concious.
“ …I’m…pregnant Casey.”
Wait? What? She... Something of a shock came into Casey's eyes as he tried to conceive the idea that his closest and oldest friend was pregnant. And from who? And was she going to keep it? and how would she ever manage with a child and... There were just too many questions. For a good few seconds Casey was frozen with his arms around Bella. He eventually managed to bring up the guts to talk.
"Is it... Mine?" Casey asked quietly. All it took was one drunken ******** wasn't it? Just that to ruin a good chance at a good future.
"And... are you... keeping it?" Of course she was! Otherwise she would not be pregnant any more now. Casey absently played with Bella's hair trying to grasp the idea that he had created a child. He knew he couldn't leave Bella alone with a child though. Then he'd just be an a** if he did that. He wouldn't want to abandon Bella with that.
Hard to define, it always is
It's hard to scream with your throat full of glass -I get in line, I always do-
დდდ
XXX
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Posted: Sun Aug 07, 2011 2:41 pm
The second the words left her lips Bella instantly regretted telling Casey about the pregnancy. ‘ I should have kept my mouth shut!’ Clamping her eyes shut to hide the shame, the woman began to shake her head to and fro in dismay as she waited for Casey to unfreeze from whatever dimension men disappeared into whenever a woman said those words.
“ Is it…Mine?”, Bella wanted to reassure him, but she honestly didn’t know a hundred percent that Casey was the father. Fluke of nature, Harold could be forever bound to her by genetics, and that could open up a whole new can of maggots that Bella did not wish to deal with at this present moment. Making an expression in-between a frown and a smile, followed by a sad little shrug, Bella tried to verbally answer.
“ I don’t know…If not for…what Harold did…I would know for sure.”, there was silence once again.
“ And…are you…keeping it?”, Yes…but she couldn’t tell him that. For some reason, Casey sounded mortified; as in, the type of mortification that left a person feeling lingering regret as opposed to pleasant surprise. Which was something that was not the basis that any expectant mother wanted to build a future on, even if a person did still love the father deeply. ‘I…we’ll talk about this later.’’
“ I don’t know if I’m keeping it…I’m thinking adoption would be good…I mean…I don’t feel right…destroying something that could be yours.”, Bella tried to smile as she parted the hug, only then noticing that Casey had been playing with her hair based upon the gentle tug she received while trying to move away from him.
“ But don’t worry about this okay? I…don’t want anything from you. Especially not when I don’t know if it’s yours.”, Bella then smiled completely, but it was a mask that hid her real emotions from view. Walking over to her popcorn and drink, Bella bent to pick them up from the ground before smiling in his direction.
“ I should go…Someone might be worried about me…”, Laughing it off, Bella headed towards the end of the hall and tried to use her foot to open the railed door with limited success.
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Posted: Mon Aug 08, 2011 2:18 am
~ • Carl • Cαsε[y] • Jøнηsøη • ~ Can't stay awake, burning alive
I cannot breathe this poison air filled with lies.
“ I don’t know…If not for…what Harold did…I would know for sure.”
That had been exactly the kind of answer Casey had been dreading. The mere chance that Bella might be bearing Harold's child gave Casey more of a chill then the idea that it might be his. If it was definitely his child then Casey could at least try and get Bella through it. Then it was his stupid fault that his genes had been spread and his alone. Yet now... The foggy possibility that it was Harold just made Bella pull of another... Well Bella.
“ But don’t worry about this okay? I…don’t want anything from you. Especially not when I don’t know if it’s yours.”
Casey sighed at that, being less able to hide any feelings than Bella. He just felt bad about it all. Yet, it was better to know than to live without the knowledge, that was for sure. Casey lightly shook his head. He really wanted to be there for his Billy, even if she never wanted anything more than friendship any more. Casey couldn't help that, Bella was just rooted into his heart.
“ I should go…Someone might be worried about me…”
Casey didn't want to know with who Bella was here, lest he try and kill that person if it was Harold. He lightly nodded and then move to help open the door for her.
"Try to enjoy the movie." Said Casey, sounding more gloomy than reassured. He waited for Bella to go in and he then went inside as well, taking another path from as son as he could.
Hard to define, it always is
It's hard to scream with your throat full of glass -I get in line, I always do-
დდდ
XXX
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Posted: Mon Aug 08, 2011 3:51 am
   RETURNMORETOCEN【Enigma⌒o f⌒freedom】RETURNMORETOCEN
【Unclosing⌒a n⌒unseen⌒d o o r】RETURNMORETOCEN ☾ ❂ ☽~┈━─═─☽ ❁ ☾─═─━┈~☾ ❂ ☽RETURNMORETOCEN
Iorwen was generally unaware of what was going on in the past few days concerning fights and confessions, but she had seen Bella's mood swing up and down. It was hard to read the brunette, because she is so damn good at hiding her emotions, but Iorwen had a feeling she was slowly getting a hang of it. Io didn't exactly know what'd help the brunette, but she tried create enough distractions for the brunette.
This morning Iorwen had been up exceptionally early and in the house she found every sign that Bella hadn't awoken yet. This gave the blonde an idea. She enjoyed cooking, both chemically and in a normal fashion. Mostly because at home she had always eaten things that weren't widely available in the country. Like one things she enjoyed was crêpes. Much like flapjacks, but instead very thin. It was easy to make, asides from flipping the things over.
By the time the blonde was finished she found Bella in the kitchen. Io smiled sweetly.
"Good morning." She said flipping the last oh her creations on the small pile she had already made.
"I made us breakfast." She said, taking the plate with the crêpes and setting them on the isle in the kitchen.
"I hope you like pancakes." Said Iorwen, moving around the kitchen to place cutlery and plates for both of them.
☾ ❂ ☽~┈━─═─☽ ❁ ☾─═─━┈~☾ ❂ ☽
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Posted: Mon Aug 08, 2011 6:53 am
New Polyvore
Bella had been off and on in her mood swings, but for the most part she was always cordial if she could possibly help it. Involved with studies and classes, Bella didn’t have too much free time on her hands to spare when she wasn’t at home. Locking herself away was pretty easy to do, so for the most part she stayed home with Iorwen and watched movies or studied for classes. Excepting late at night or certain times at school, when Harold called or stopped by to visit. Iorwen still didn’t know that Harold snuck into her window sometimes, but it wasn’t like they were sleeping together, so Bella didn’t think it was something worth mentioning…
Until this morning, when after falling asleep to the radio on, Bella woke up next to Harold. Both fully clothed of course, Bella in pajamas, and him in his usual clothes. Waking up with an arm around her waist, Bella rubbed the sleep out of her eyes before realizing that Harold was still there. ‘ Oh cr*p…’ Gently lifting his arm off of her, Bella turned around and crawled out of bed to look back at the bed. Harold was still asleep, dozing peaceably, Bella made sure he was still asleep for an extra minute before changing out of her pajamas and opening the door.
Just as the scent of crepes filled the room.
‘ What is that decadent smell?’, Bella wondered to herself as she walked out of her room towards the kitchen and saw Iorwen cooking breakfast. ‘ Wow…this is different.’ Wondering if there was a special occasion, Bella sat down on a chair with a questioning expression.
“ Good morning.”, Iorwen said as she flipped a few crepes onto the small pile that lay steaming on a plate.
“ I made us breakfast.”, Bella’s hungry eyes followed the plate as Iorwen moved it onto the kitchen Aisle.
“ I hope you like pancakes.”, what a silly question. ‘ I do when you cook them.’ Bella thought with a smile towards the chemist wiz. Yawning and stretching to try and wake herself up, Bella was mid-stretch with her mouth open like a cat.
" Sounds tasty..."
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Posted: Tue Aug 09, 2011 2:26 am
RETURNMORETOCEN 【Enigma⌒o f⌒freedom】RETURNMORETOCEN
【Unclosing⌒a n⌒unseen⌒d o o r】RETURNMORETOCEN ☾ ❂ ☽~┈━─═─☽ ❁ ☾─═─━┈~☾ ❂ ☽RETURNMORETOCEN
Iorwen had no idea that Harold had been sneaking into Bella's room at night. She was aware of the brunette meeting with the odd male now and then. The blonde didn't like the smell of him, like he had some sort of dead vibe on him. She had nothing to support that or whatever. If she'd know of the nightly visits then Iorwen would be somewhat worried and suspicious of the man's intentions.
It seemed to Iorwen that Bella was hungry enough to eat anything. That was a good sign, the girl had been eating more or at least so it seemed. The blonde didn't think she'd still have to urge Bella to eat as much as she could form time to time. She was eating enough and that was enough for Iorwen to be less concerned about the eating habits of the brunette.
" Sounds tasty..."
"You'd better enjoy this." Said Iorwen as a sort of joke threat and she took a couple of the pancakes for herself, adding sugar to them and rolling each one up to then eat. The blonde was silent for a while as both of them were eating. A smile crossed into Iorwen's face as she remembered something for tonight.
"I hear there's a party tonight. If you're interested." Said Iorwen in between bites of what would be the last pancake she'd be eating now.
☾ ❂ ☽~┈━─═─☽ ❁ ☾─═─━┈~☾ ❂ ☽
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Posted: Wed Aug 10, 2011 4:09 am
“ You’d better enjoy this/” Iorwen teased before taking a few of the crepes, dusting sugar over them, and rolling them up to eat. Bella tried to laugh, and perhaps she did, but the joy of what it sounded like was convincing enough for Bella to pretend to be joyful about the comment. Iorwen was a wonderful friend, but she wasn’t quite lifted by the motion of it. Ever since that close encounter at the movies, Bella couldn’t get Casey out of her mind. For good or bad reasons, the conversation was rehashed in her brain over and over again. ‘ I really…shouldn’t of…’
With a sigh, Bella nibbled on a crepe upon putting butter on it and letting the substance melt. Somehow, the taste and texture of butter seemed to momentarily soothe what she was going though, and in awe of the sensation Bella closed her eyes and waited. ‘ I know Casey was upset about…what Harold did. But I shouldn’t have told him about the baby.’ Yes it distracted him; but, at what cost? He hadn’t really tried to talk to her since then, and perhaps it was simply because he was still in shock from the news. Harold had a rather nasty shock when he found out, but at least he was…trying…Remember this is Casey we’re talking about here…
“ I hear there’s a party tonight. If you’re interested.”, Truth be told Bella wasn’t, but it seemed like Iorwen was hinting that she wanted her to come. ‘ Just what I need…another party, probably thrown at Casey’s house by his room-mate, filled with liquor I can’t drink and people secretly looking to hook up or meet their next ‘love interest’.’ Quite sick of both love and having to think up reasons besides the real one as to why she couldn’t drink, Bella forced a smile and took another bite just as a knock sounded at the door. ‘ Who could that be I wonder?’ Standing up, Bella answered the door to find Harold standing there like clockwork, scratching the back of his head as if he hadn’t secretly been in the house all night.
“ Hey Skull. ”, Bella forced another smile and sat back down in front of her pancakes. ‘ Smooth save.’, Bella joked, and for once she actually chuckled and meant it completely. Remembering Iorwen’s mentioning a party, Bella looked towards Harold with a quizzical expression. ‘ Maybe if he comes…It won’t give the wrong idea…’ But she didn’t really want or feel the need to ask him. Harold, since finding out about the pregnancy, had been close to stalker-ish in his behavior due to worry. If she was going to a party, she could just text him the address later so that he could show up and be there in case an emergency happened. Her being his ‘sober buddy’ she would keep an eye on him, make sure he didn’t raid the injections she hid somewhere in her room, or drink any alcohol. ‘ Me being a sober driver…that would…be a reasonable excuse.’ With that she smiled and turned towards Iorwen.
“ So…you were saying something about a party tonight?”, Bella asked as she sliced another bite of the pancakes and took another satisfying nibble.
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Posted: Wed Aug 10, 2011 4:53 am
RETURNMORETOCEN 【Enigma⌒o f⌒freedom】RETURNMORETOCEN
【Unclosing⌒a n⌒unseen⌒d o o r】RETURNMORETOCEN ☾ ❂ ☽~┈━─═─☽ ❁ ☾─═─━┈~☾ ❂ ☽RETURNMORETOCEN
Iorwen was unaware of her friends thoughts, but rejection of her idea wouldn't have hurt the blonde in any way. She could understand that Bella perhaps rather stayed home. Talking of home the blonde was a little confused to hear somebody at the door this early. She was going to answer that, but Bella just beat her to it. It was a bit curious that the brunette wasn't surprised to find people on their doorstep this early in the morning and Iorwen's mood dropped a little when she saw it was Harold.
It wasn't that the man had harmed her, but she just didn't feel comfortable around him. He acted a bit off as if he had something bad on his consciousness. If there was anything Iorwen didn't trust was a man with a heavy consciousness. She didn't quite get herself to greet the male as Bella beat her with a question.
“ So…you were saying something about a party tonight?”
Iorwen nodded and finished her last pancake.
"Yes... but I can understand if you don't want to. I was invited by a girl. Not sure who she was, but it sounded interesting." The blonde shrugged a little and then smiled.
"I'm not going to go alone in any case." She added with a silent chuckle as she tried to pay little attention to Harold in the room. She wasn't sure how to greet him now, but he was friend of Bella's so she at least acknowledged his existence.
☾ ❂ ☽~┈━─═─☽ ❁ ☾─═─━┈~☾ ❂ ☽
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Posted: Wed Aug 10, 2011 5:29 am
Bella didn’t think anything strange by Iorwen suddenly seeming to be uncomfortable when Harold walked in. To be honest, a lot of people at school felt uncomfortable around him…even when he was a good-natured, happy, jokester free of mental problems. Whether it was his sexuality, face-paint, or the way he seemed to narrow his eyes at people, there was something a bit off about him. From constant exposure over the past year and recent weeks, Bella had somewhat become immune to it, but it was always there regardless.
Smiling when Harold sat down next to her, Bella thought she saw his eyebrow raise when she asked Iorwen about the party. Out of the corner of her eye Harold briefly waved in Iorwen’s direction but it seemed the awkwardness that Io felt for him was mutually shared. Surprisingly, Harold seemed to be in better spirits today. He even smiled at Iorwen without any hint of a sneer masked behind it.
“ Yes…but I can understand if you don’t want to. I was invited by a girl. Not sure who she was, but it sounded interesting.”, People went around the college asking people to come to parties all the time, so Bella didn’t think anything of that as she took another bite of her pancakes.
“ I’m not going to go alone in any case.”, ‘ Wait a minute…what?...’ Iorwen would be going with another person or friend? Was this like her saying ‘I have a date’? Was Iorwen going on a date with a girl? Knowing full well that Iowen had been blessed with a pregnancy scare before…her eyebrows squished together in confusion. ‘ Don’t you…like guys?...’ If Iorwen had a crush on her, Bella was completely oblivious to it. She just wondered if Iorwen happened to have a crush on that girl who asked her to the party. ‘ So who is this mystery girl you don’t want to tell me about?’ Bella’s mouth began to purse just when Harold broke the silence.
“ Well if you want to go Bella, It sounds like a good time. Worst comes to worst I can drive you home if its boring.”, Harold calmly stated in a nonchalant tone before his hand began to reach across the table to rip off a bite of her pancake. Bella’s hand snapped forward to smack the thief; but, it didn’t make him drop the raided treasure. Harold smiled, like he used to, and laughed in play with a face that seemed to convey: If you want it come and get it, then. But it already being in his mouth, Bella just mischievously pouted at him and playfully shoved his chest. ‘ You thief.’ Feeling somewhat shanghaied, and strangely uncomfortable about this female friend that Iorwen was being vague about, Bella nodded and agreed to go. If only to sneak a peek of this person Iorwen had been talking about.
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Posted: Wed Aug 10, 2011 7:59 am
RETURNMORETOCEN 【Enigma⌒o f⌒freedom】RETURNMORETOCEN
【Unclosing⌒a n⌒unseen⌒d o o r】RETURNMORETOCEN ☾ ❂ ☽~┈━─═─☽ ❁ ☾─═─━┈~☾ ❂ ☽RETURNMORETOCEN
Iorwen had in the past indeed been with a guy, but it had been more an attempt to keep up the appearances. It had been a horrid experience that had ended with Iorwen being damn afraid she had gotten pregnant after being fed drunk by the man she had been with. The blonde had been glad that she had been lucky enough that time to escape the worst, because... Well her choice of partner hadn't been too good either. Ever since then Iorwen was rather the single woman than anything.
Iorwen was more than surprised to hear the male encourage Bella to go along with her suggestion. Though Iorwen rather would've had that she hadn't had need for Harold's 'intervention'. Though the man's following robbery made Iorwen frown again which then turned into a sweet smile as Bella agreed to come along. Pray that nothing stupid happened. Last thing any of them needed was more of a mess.
So party wasn't in Casey's house, which was a good thing, and Iorwen had managed to opt for a later arrival. She had sweetly explained to Bella that whoever had invited her was going there on her own strength. The blonde had no interest in the girl because well... She had her eyes on Bella, but she was having an incredible amount of difficulty to make an approach that wouldn't wind up all awkward like everything seemed to do around the brunette.
"I'll get us some drinks." Announced Iorwen when they were for about ten minutes in the house before she went and searched her way around the unfamiliar place.
☾ ❂ ☽~┈━─═─☽ ❁ ☾─═─━┈~☾ ❂ ☽
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Posted: Wed Aug 10, 2011 8:41 am
[I sense trouble...in the air] Harold had ended up staying at Bella and Iorwen’s house for the duration of the day, excepting the hour when he went to visit his psychiatrist and returned with a fresh prescription of some pill he couldn’t properly pronounce. Dressed in his usual black attire, Harold had driven on his own and followed Bella and Iorwen to the house where the party was being held. While this gave the man a few minutes on his own to think, the thoughts in his head were still too jumbled to make sense of what was going on with this entire situation. Since finding out about Bella’s pregnancy Harold had given her all his raided Lithium and taken to staying outside of his shared, rented, house as much as possible to keep from being tempted to steal from his room-mate’s medication. That being how he even found odd, exotic, drugs in the first place…it was best to be out of that environment. Especially if the baby was his. Did it really matter that Bella was thinking of giving it up? ‘ Well yes, a little.’ But even if she didn’t, it was probably for the best that he quit trying to deal with all this pressure by himself.
How had that plan worked last time? It permanently ruined his relationship and friendship with Casey, and Harold couldn’t stand the thought of ruining everything. Thinking more clear than he had in weeks, maybe even months, Harold drove to the party in all the prognostics of a mediocre but ‘normal’ evening. At pulling by the curb; however, Harold’s mouth formed a grimace. There were three guys with dread locks smoking in front of the house and that usually meant they had some kind of drugs or mystery substances in their pockets. Or worse, in the food for unsuspecting guests to eat without thinking about it.
‘ I’ll just…stay away from the brownies…’ Harold tried to joke to himself, but he just wasn’t very amused. Drugs equated to him becoming a vicious monster, and Harold promised himself that he wouldn’t let himself get that bad ever again. Yes, he had a lot of time and patience left before the medications were out of his system, and he could only hope there was no permanent damage; but, still, Harold hoped that being away from all drugs would bring back his sanity again. In some small way help the future improve. Stepping out of his car after turning off the ignition and locking the doors, Harold followed Iorwen and Bella inside with his hand near Bella’s shoulder. (if only to get through the door without getting lost and having no protection against the leery stort)
“ I’ll get us some drinks.”, Iorwen said; and it seemed that both him and Bella made a worried, apprehensive, expression. For Bella, her mouth kindly grumbled; for Harold, he raised an eyebrow and swallowed the fluid in his throat. Both exchanging a look, Harold let out a small sigh of annoyance once the blonde was gone.
“ Does she know that you’re…?”, Bella gave him a look that seemed to convey he was dumb for thinking she didn’t. ‘ Okay then.’, He just didn’t like the way her comment came out, but if Iorwen knew she couldn’t have alcohol, he just hoped she didn’t bring back anything with harmful chemicals or loaded with sugar. Very hard to find anything healthy at a party besides pretzels, if those were even healthy.
“ Hey, Bill?”, Harold leaned in to whisper close to her ear.
“ yeah?”, As humiliating as this situation had become for the man, he bit down on his lip and swallowed his pride to speak again.
“ Don’t…please don’t leave me alone in here. Some guys out front look like they might have drugs on them.”, Profiling like cops at an airport, Harold would rather be safe, paranoid, but sorry. Bella raised an eyebrow at the man’s newfound (or really regained) cowardice before rolling her eyes and nodding her head up and down. Bella wasn’t really the talk-a-tive sort, and at the moment Harold didn’t mind being a little solitary at a party. Walking towards a small sitting room with a large empty loveseat that could comfortably fit three people, Harold sat down near the middle and patted the cushion for Bella to sit. He could always move over when Iorwen showed up, after all, they hadn’t walked too far away from the door for them to be permanently lost in the house. Staring down at Bella’s hand, Harold absentmindedly noticed a small cut on her index finger that looked privy to a cat scratch. ‘ Are you nibbling your fingers again?’ Billy must be more nervous than he thought.
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