Taiga
Crazy Сat Lover
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Taiga
Crazy Сat Lover
Present
Matthew Adams sat by his table, placed in his office, which was located on the 35th floor of "Adam's" company building. He was facing the wall covered in glass, the whole town was infront of him. He was looking at a air-balloon flying across the sky and his thoughts were slowly rolling into the back of his head. He pressed his soft lips tight together and then his fingers rubbed his sharp chin. He didn't shave for around 2 days now and this stuble was getting rather annoying. He sighed and closed his eyes - Abella and he didn't get well along together lately, this made him come home late and leave the house as early as he could. Matthew was somehow avoiding his wife, her presense didn't give him the same feelings as before.
He opened his blue eyes and looked straight infront of him, seeing the reflection of himself on the glass. He was looking at his own eyes and thought for a moment - how could this happen? They've been together for atleast 8 years now. She was once 'mon précieux' - his precious. He was young and irresponsible back in the day, when he met her. What if it was a mistake in the first place? He shook his head and sighed, pushing his body up and leaning his elbows on his knees. He send his hands through his dark curls and let out a small growl out of his throat. He looked up again, slowly rolling back into his memories...
Past
Something annoying was heard by Matthew's ear. He frowned and pulled up his covers, closer to his chin.
"Wake up, son of a bitch! You're late to class..." It was his dead-drunk roommate Charles screaming into Matt's ear. Charles accidently slipped, due to his drunk clumsyness and started to laugh as he was lying on top of Matt.
"Get the hell off!" Matt groaned and tried to push him down. He wasn't an early bird, waking up this early was as painful as getting stabbed into his back. They fought for a second, but Charles was too weak and slowly fell asleep, starting to snore like an elephant, no, ten elephants. Matthew groaned again and pushed him off his bed.
"Why are you my roomate..." He looked down at the drunk one and sighed, finally turning around in his sheets and looking at the clock, which peacefully stood on his bedside table. Matt was too sleepy to see any numbers at first, but once he rubbed his eyes it went clear that he is late. It was already past 9 am and there's no way he would come to the lecture before it ends. He looked down at Charles again, seeing how he sweetly cuddled with the rug beneath his body. Matt suddenly started laughing, seeing that Charles's nose was right by one of his socks. Since Charles usually slept with his mouth open, his lips almost touched the sock. Matthew cringed once he decided to lick his lips and accidently touched the sock.
"What a mess is this guy..." Matthew couldn't go back to sleep because of this snore-machine anyway, so he had no choice, but to get up and, hearing his growling stomach, find something for breakfast. Maybe he could find something in the girl's dorm. He smiled at this thought, as he was looking at the ceiling. Right now, he was living his life at is most. And the most enjoyable perk of this life were females surrounding him - already adults, but still young inside. He smirked, remembering a girl with the nicest butt - her name was Molly. This made him jump up and get himself in a presentable appearance. It was time to visit the girl's dorm...
Later tonight
Matthew pulled Molly close, as they were walking with some other friends, including Charles and his girlfriend, to the bar. It was a Friday night, the perfect time to get drunk and have some fun.
"Hey Adams, you should go find a room for your chick, I don't know if I can handle seeing you two making out anymore." It was Robert, one of his close friends. Matthew smirked and slowly send his hand down Molly's back, only to gently squeeze her nice butt. This made her scream and as Robert saw it, he jokingly put two fingers into his mouth and leaned to the floor. Charles took the opportunity and kicked his butt. This made Robert fall to the floor and let out a girl-like scream. The other friends started laughing and Robert looked at them with a fire in his eyes.
"Hailey, may I take your boyfriend for a second?" He asked Charles's girlfriend quickly before running behind Charles and jumping on his back.
"Go faster you pig!" Robert hit Charles's sides with his legs and Charles made a car-like sound, before jumping and running off straight to the bar, which's lights were already seen in the distance. As he ran faster, Robert started to scream about being careful, but that didn't help and those two smashed into a tree, falling to the grass. All the others were laughing as they slowly walked up to the bar and saw those two guys moaning from pain.
"That's the reason why female live longer!" Molly screamed at them and then looked at Matthew with a smile, putting her petite hand on his muscular chest. Matthew didn't care too much about her, they knew each other for around 3 years now, but it wasn't anything more than a friendship with privileges. They never really dated, but it was nice to sleep together sometimes. He looked down at her and the corner of his lips twitched a bit, but he didn't show too much affection at her. She leaned in, standing on her tippy toes and whispered something on his ear, which made him smirk and rush his hand back down to her butt.
The friends finally came up to the bar and got inside. It was an old university bar, the walls and floors were in a bad condition, but it managed to look presentable anyway. There were funky lights everywhere and a DJ table on the side of the dance floor. One of the popular electronic dance songs was coming out from the speakers. Matthew looked around, the place was pretty packed by students. That wasn't a surprise since it was Friday.
Robert and Charles, along with his girlfriend, which was more like a babysitter of his, headed straight to the dancefloor to keep fooling around. Some other guys who were coming along in their company dissapeared in the crowd and now there were only Molly and Matthew.
"You want a drink?" He leaned down to her ear and said that, while smelling her hair for a moment. Matt always liked her smell, but it was more for the aesthetical feel of his. He never felt anything more than passion to her. This made him realize that he never actually was in love. He rolled his eyes and lead Molly to the bar, since she wasn't against a drink. He quickly ordered two beers and they sat by the bar. They didn't talk - Matthew was watching the dancefloor and enjoying his beer, meanwhile Molly was looking at his figure, noticing the fact that he isn't too interested today.
"I'm going to dance" She shout that at him and then jumped down her seat, leaving the beer standing by the bar. She moved into the crowd, swinging her hips and slowly moving her hands up. Matthew knew exactly what she was doing - dancing for him. He smirked and pressed the bottle to his lips, then he shook his head and sighed, looking around. He didn't see anyone new there and this was making him bored. All he had left is to watch Molly and enjoy his beer. He scanned the bar with his eyes again, what if he'll notice someone new...?
Matthew Adams sat by his table, placed in his office, which was located on the 35th floor of "Adam's" company building. He was facing the wall covered in glass, the whole town was infront of him. He was looking at a air-balloon flying across the sky and his thoughts were slowly rolling into the back of his head. He pressed his soft lips tight together and then his fingers rubbed his sharp chin. He didn't shave for around 2 days now and this stuble was getting rather annoying. He sighed and closed his eyes - Abella and he didn't get well along together lately, this made him come home late and leave the house as early as he could. Matthew was somehow avoiding his wife, her presense didn't give him the same feelings as before.
He opened his blue eyes and looked straight infront of him, seeing the reflection of himself on the glass. He was looking at his own eyes and thought for a moment - how could this happen? They've been together for atleast 8 years now. She was once 'mon précieux' - his precious. He was young and irresponsible back in the day, when he met her. What if it was a mistake in the first place? He shook his head and sighed, pushing his body up and leaning his elbows on his knees. He send his hands through his dark curls and let out a small growl out of his throat. He looked up again, slowly rolling back into his memories...
Past
Something annoying was heard by Matthew's ear. He frowned and pulled up his covers, closer to his chin.
"Wake up, son of a bitch! You're late to class..." It was his dead-drunk roommate Charles screaming into Matt's ear. Charles accidently slipped, due to his drunk clumsyness and started to laugh as he was lying on top of Matt.
"Get the hell off!" Matt groaned and tried to push him down. He wasn't an early bird, waking up this early was as painful as getting stabbed into his back. They fought for a second, but Charles was too weak and slowly fell asleep, starting to snore like an elephant, no, ten elephants. Matthew groaned again and pushed him off his bed.
"Why are you my roomate..." He looked down at the drunk one and sighed, finally turning around in his sheets and looking at the clock, which peacefully stood on his bedside table. Matt was too sleepy to see any numbers at first, but once he rubbed his eyes it went clear that he is late. It was already past 9 am and there's no way he would come to the lecture before it ends. He looked down at Charles again, seeing how he sweetly cuddled with the rug beneath his body. Matt suddenly started laughing, seeing that Charles's nose was right by one of his socks. Since Charles usually slept with his mouth open, his lips almost touched the sock. Matthew cringed once he decided to lick his lips and accidently touched the sock.
"What a mess is this guy..." Matthew couldn't go back to sleep because of this snore-machine anyway, so he had no choice, but to get up and, hearing his growling stomach, find something for breakfast. Maybe he could find something in the girl's dorm. He smiled at this thought, as he was looking at the ceiling. Right now, he was living his life at is most. And the most enjoyable perk of this life were females surrounding him - already adults, but still young inside. He smirked, remembering a girl with the nicest butt - her name was Molly. This made him jump up and get himself in a presentable appearance. It was time to visit the girl's dorm...
Later tonight
Matthew pulled Molly close, as they were walking with some other friends, including Charles and his girlfriend, to the bar. It was a Friday night, the perfect time to get drunk and have some fun.
"Hey Adams, you should go find a room for your chick, I don't know if I can handle seeing you two making out anymore." It was Robert, one of his close friends. Matthew smirked and slowly send his hand down Molly's back, only to gently squeeze her nice butt. This made her scream and as Robert saw it, he jokingly put two fingers into his mouth and leaned to the floor. Charles took the opportunity and kicked his butt. This made Robert fall to the floor and let out a girl-like scream. The other friends started laughing and Robert looked at them with a fire in his eyes.
"Hailey, may I take your boyfriend for a second?" He asked Charles's girlfriend quickly before running behind Charles and jumping on his back.
"Go faster you pig!" Robert hit Charles's sides with his legs and Charles made a car-like sound, before jumping and running off straight to the bar, which's lights were already seen in the distance. As he ran faster, Robert started to scream about being careful, but that didn't help and those two smashed into a tree, falling to the grass. All the others were laughing as they slowly walked up to the bar and saw those two guys moaning from pain.
"That's the reason why female live longer!" Molly screamed at them and then looked at Matthew with a smile, putting her petite hand on his muscular chest. Matthew didn't care too much about her, they knew each other for around 3 years now, but it wasn't anything more than a friendship with privileges. They never really dated, but it was nice to sleep together sometimes. He looked down at her and the corner of his lips twitched a bit, but he didn't show too much affection at her. She leaned in, standing on her tippy toes and whispered something on his ear, which made him smirk and rush his hand back down to her butt.
The friends finally came up to the bar and got inside. It was an old university bar, the walls and floors were in a bad condition, but it managed to look presentable anyway. There were funky lights everywhere and a DJ table on the side of the dance floor. One of the popular electronic dance songs was coming out from the speakers. Matthew looked around, the place was pretty packed by students. That wasn't a surprise since it was Friday.
Robert and Charles, along with his girlfriend, which was more like a babysitter of his, headed straight to the dancefloor to keep fooling around. Some other guys who were coming along in their company dissapeared in the crowd and now there were only Molly and Matthew.
"You want a drink?" He leaned down to her ear and said that, while smelling her hair for a moment. Matt always liked her smell, but it was more for the aesthetical feel of his. He never felt anything more than passion to her. This made him realize that he never actually was in love. He rolled his eyes and lead Molly to the bar, since she wasn't against a drink. He quickly ordered two beers and they sat by the bar. They didn't talk - Matthew was watching the dancefloor and enjoying his beer, meanwhile Molly was looking at his figure, noticing the fact that he isn't too interested today.
"I'm going to dance" She shout that at him and then jumped down her seat, leaving the beer standing by the bar. She moved into the crowd, swinging her hips and slowly moving her hands up. Matthew knew exactly what she was doing - dancing for him. He smirked and pressed the bottle to his lips, then he shook his head and sighed, looking around. He didn't see anyone new there and this was making him bored. All he had left is to watch Molly and enjoy his beer. He scanned the bar with his eyes again, what if he'll notice someone new...?
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PRESENT
Abella Adams turned on her side in the bed, and reached out to feel for her husband. Ofcorse, her hand just spread across the sheets. The familiar body warmth of Matthew was gone. She clenched her fist ontop of the empty space, letting a soft breath slip out of her nose, her nostrils flaring slightly. She opened her eyes to a narrow. Nothing new. He had left for work. Lately he had been going to work very early, and coming home even later.. She was starting to second guess if he really was going to work that whole time. It was like he was avoiding her, which burnt a hole in her heart. She didn't know what to do. Thoughts and questions spread across her mind like wildfire. Did he meet another girl? Does he not like her anymore? Did she do something? These were all questions she yearned the answers for, yet, they were far from her reach.
Abella pushed those thoughts out her head. Maybe today he will come earlier. It is a new day, and like her mother said, a new day calls out for new opportunities. Still in her night gown, she got up and slipped on some slippers, heading to the kitchen for a morning coffee. Her stride was getting slower and slower every day. She didn't feel right, she almost didn't feel like herself, and she couldn't understand why. She was slow making her coffee. Today she made it extra strong. Less sugar than The coffee beans, which was unusual for her. She always liked her coffee sweet. In fact, she loved anything sweet. Lollipops and gummies were her favourite thing to snack on. As she sipped the coffee from the mug, she spun around and leaned on the bench. Staring at his mug. She had gotten matching mugs, she thought it would be cute for when they had coffee together, which is was, until he left her hanging. She stared last the mud and out the window of the kitchen, staring at the swaying tree. She could feel herself go back to when she was young, and the day they met. She remembered it so vividly...
PAST
Abellas hand slapped ontop of her alarm clock as it rung loudly, telling her to wake up. Instantly she sat up and rubbed her face. Never had she ever put her alarm clock on snooze, not even if she woke up early. Looking at the time she grinned. Seven thirty. She had some time to pamper herself up.
There was no doubt that she was a morning person. Her routine said it all.Jumping right out of bed,she slipped on her slippers quickly. She quietly moved her way to the bathroom. Her room mate, Claudia, was still sleeping. Claudia was the complete opposite of Abella to say the least. She was much more in tune with her rebellious side and liked to let go. She moved her feet quicker, sliding into the bathroom and shutting the door, locking it. The looked at the clothes she left the night before for her shower. Quickly, she undressed and turned the water on, putting it to the perfect temperate and jumping in.
After her shower, she dried herself off and dressed up in her clothes. Some plain blue jeans with a white V-neck shirt. The collar of the shirt was black and made of some sort of mesh, along with a thick stripe on the sleeve. It was like the kind of fabric on baseball tees. Abella grabbed her necklace and slipped it on her, it resting on her collarbone. By now, Claudia would be awake, so she turned on the hair dryer and began to style it.
She didn't take long, blow waving it straight. Now she was ready for shoes. She wuickly moved back into the bedroom, greeting Claudia. ' Good morning!" She chirped. Claudia greeted back with a groggy grunt, good enough. She slipped on her socks, and her shoes, and left just in time to arrive to the lecture. None the less, she sucked the information like a sponge. Unlike a lot of other people, she liked to go class early, it sets her up for the rest of the day.
LATER THAT DAY...
Books were sprawled out all over the study desk. Abella had her hair tied up in a messy bun, her head buried in books. She was wearing her tracksuit. Some baggy but comfortable pants and a jumper. She wasn't going to go anywhere today, she just felt like staying home and studying. Ofcorse, her friends would not let her do that.
Claudia almost sighed in annoyance. " Come on Abella, you haaaaave to go with us! Your so boring!" She groaned, stomping the floor a little. " Just today. You can study later come on. You might meet someone new!" Claudia suggested.She walked and grabbed Audra's arm, pulling her. Abella replied with a grunt and flipped the page. " Wait, wait, I'm almost done.." Abella insisted, taking her arm back gently. Claudia grunted. " If I come back here and your not ready, I'm kicking your ass. I'm gonna pick up Kierra and Rachel. Get ready or be toast." And with a hair flick, she stroke out, her heel shoes clicking behind her.
Abella rolled her eyes. Always, they had to do this always. Closing her books with a lost an irritated sigh she got up. She might as well have a few drinks. She went to the bathroom, and got herself ready. Putting on light makes and letting her hair down, she felt confident enough. Now for new clothes. She walked back out and undressed, slipping into a peach coloured crop top with some shorts. She put on a long black kimono cardigan and slipped on some black shoes and bang, she was ready.
Within a few minutes two more girls came and dragged Abella out the front door, weather she liked it or not.
Her stomach rumbled with nervousness as she looked at the venue. It seemed packed. The three girls were gawking and gossiping. Audra could t even tell about what, they spoke fast. One of the girls gave Abellas butt a tap. She jumped and blushed, hitting her arm. " Don't do that, Kierra!" She complained, but couldn't hold in a laugh as she rubbed her cheek.
" Aw come on sweet cheeks, you look good! You better get your virgin ass layed this time." Kierra grinned with a devilish look.
Claudia stepped in, laughing a little awkwardly. " Woah woah, we all know, Abellais too innocent for that. Heck, she probably hasn't even be kissed. " a sly grin spread across her face as she looked at Abella, who's face was beet red. All the other girls Ooh and teased her on as they reached the doors.
Once the girls were in, they scattered like birds, leaving Abella alone. She grunted and shook her head. Looking around, she almost shrunk. She felt so foreign and so weird here. Never had she attended a party with these people.. It was... Unfamiliar. But with some good scanning, she found the bar. Those people didn't matter anymore.
Walking past, she accedently bumped into Molly. " P-Pardon me, sorry!" She slipped past. A few bystanders did give her a weird look. It wasn't Abellas fault she got clumsy when she was nervous.
Soon enough she made it to the bar, sitting a few seats away from Matthew. She didn't look to be interested in him, and in reality, she wasn't. He wasn't very interesting to her, unless he did backflips over and over then she really found no point to speak to him, better yet anyone. She ordered a beer, and sat there, looking around the odd place, noticing how the walls looked and the roof. They both looked a little grotty, which made her shiver. She picked up her drink and sipped on it, her feet swinging.
Taiga
Abella Adams turned on her side in the bed, and reached out to feel for her husband. Ofcorse, her hand just spread across the sheets. The familiar body warmth of Matthew was gone. She clenched her fist ontop of the empty space, letting a soft breath slip out of her nose, her nostrils flaring slightly. She opened her eyes to a narrow. Nothing new. He had left for work. Lately he had been going to work very early, and coming home even later.. She was starting to second guess if he really was going to work that whole time. It was like he was avoiding her, which burnt a hole in her heart. She didn't know what to do. Thoughts and questions spread across her mind like wildfire. Did he meet another girl? Does he not like her anymore? Did she do something? These were all questions she yearned the answers for, yet, they were far from her reach.
Abella pushed those thoughts out her head. Maybe today he will come earlier. It is a new day, and like her mother said, a new day calls out for new opportunities. Still in her night gown, she got up and slipped on some slippers, heading to the kitchen for a morning coffee. Her stride was getting slower and slower every day. She didn't feel right, she almost didn't feel like herself, and she couldn't understand why. She was slow making her coffee. Today she made it extra strong. Less sugar than The coffee beans, which was unusual for her. She always liked her coffee sweet. In fact, she loved anything sweet. Lollipops and gummies were her favourite thing to snack on. As she sipped the coffee from the mug, she spun around and leaned on the bench. Staring at his mug. She had gotten matching mugs, she thought it would be cute for when they had coffee together, which is was, until he left her hanging. She stared last the mud and out the window of the kitchen, staring at the swaying tree. She could feel herself go back to when she was young, and the day they met. She remembered it so vividly...
PAST
Abellas hand slapped ontop of her alarm clock as it rung loudly, telling her to wake up. Instantly she sat up and rubbed her face. Never had she ever put her alarm clock on snooze, not even if she woke up early. Looking at the time she grinned. Seven thirty. She had some time to pamper herself up.
There was no doubt that she was a morning person. Her routine said it all.Jumping right out of bed,she slipped on her slippers quickly. She quietly moved her way to the bathroom. Her room mate, Claudia, was still sleeping. Claudia was the complete opposite of Abella to say the least. She was much more in tune with her rebellious side and liked to let go. She moved her feet quicker, sliding into the bathroom and shutting the door, locking it. The looked at the clothes she left the night before for her shower. Quickly, she undressed and turned the water on, putting it to the perfect temperate and jumping in.
After her shower, she dried herself off and dressed up in her clothes. Some plain blue jeans with a white V-neck shirt. The collar of the shirt was black and made of some sort of mesh, along with a thick stripe on the sleeve. It was like the kind of fabric on baseball tees. Abella grabbed her necklace and slipped it on her, it resting on her collarbone. By now, Claudia would be awake, so she turned on the hair dryer and began to style it.
She didn't take long, blow waving it straight. Now she was ready for shoes. She wuickly moved back into the bedroom, greeting Claudia. ' Good morning!" She chirped. Claudia greeted back with a groggy grunt, good enough. She slipped on her socks, and her shoes, and left just in time to arrive to the lecture. None the less, she sucked the information like a sponge. Unlike a lot of other people, she liked to go class early, it sets her up for the rest of the day.
LATER THAT DAY...
Books were sprawled out all over the study desk. Abella had her hair tied up in a messy bun, her head buried in books. She was wearing her tracksuit. Some baggy but comfortable pants and a jumper. She wasn't going to go anywhere today, she just felt like staying home and studying. Ofcorse, her friends would not let her do that.
Claudia almost sighed in annoyance. " Come on Abella, you haaaaave to go with us! Your so boring!" She groaned, stomping the floor a little. " Just today. You can study later come on. You might meet someone new!" Claudia suggested.She walked and grabbed Audra's arm, pulling her. Abella replied with a grunt and flipped the page. " Wait, wait, I'm almost done.." Abella insisted, taking her arm back gently. Claudia grunted. " If I come back here and your not ready, I'm kicking your ass. I'm gonna pick up Kierra and Rachel. Get ready or be toast." And with a hair flick, she stroke out, her heel shoes clicking behind her.
Abella rolled her eyes. Always, they had to do this always. Closing her books with a lost an irritated sigh she got up. She might as well have a few drinks. She went to the bathroom, and got herself ready. Putting on light makes and letting her hair down, she felt confident enough. Now for new clothes. She walked back out and undressed, slipping into a peach coloured crop top with some shorts. She put on a long black kimono cardigan and slipped on some black shoes and bang, she was ready.
Within a few minutes two more girls came and dragged Abella out the front door, weather she liked it or not.
Her stomach rumbled with nervousness as she looked at the venue. It seemed packed. The three girls were gawking and gossiping. Audra could t even tell about what, they spoke fast. One of the girls gave Abellas butt a tap. She jumped and blushed, hitting her arm. " Don't do that, Kierra!" She complained, but couldn't hold in a laugh as she rubbed her cheek.
" Aw come on sweet cheeks, you look good! You better get your virgin ass layed this time." Kierra grinned with a devilish look.
Claudia stepped in, laughing a little awkwardly. " Woah woah, we all know, Abellais too innocent for that. Heck, she probably hasn't even be kissed. " a sly grin spread across her face as she looked at Abella, who's face was beet red. All the other girls Ooh and teased her on as they reached the doors.
Once the girls were in, they scattered like birds, leaving Abella alone. She grunted and shook her head. Looking around, she almost shrunk. She felt so foreign and so weird here. Never had she attended a party with these people.. It was... Unfamiliar. But with some good scanning, she found the bar. Those people didn't matter anymore.
Walking past, she accedently bumped into Molly. " P-Pardon me, sorry!" She slipped past. A few bystanders did give her a weird look. It wasn't Abellas fault she got clumsy when she was nervous.
Soon enough she made it to the bar, sitting a few seats away from Matthew. She didn't look to be interested in him, and in reality, she wasn't. He wasn't very interesting to her, unless he did backflips over and over then she really found no point to speak to him, better yet anyone. She ordered a beer, and sat there, looking around the odd place, noticing how the walls looked and the roof. They both looked a little grotty, which made her shiver. She picked up her drink and sipped on it, her feet swinging.
Taiga
Taiga
Crazy Сat Lover
Past
Some time passed, the night was quickly coming up and by 11 pm the bar was as packed as it could get. The dancefloor was going crazy - people were grinding on each other, because of the amount of space. Matthew smirked and took another sip, Molly was still dancing by the edge of the crowd, making sure that he notices her little perky butt. As he was sitting there, a male made his way through the crowd, heading straight to Matthew.
"Ayo, Matt" The guy walked close and reached out his hand to perform the bro-handshake with Matt. He was tall, lean and had an attractive smile..
"How'dy, Jackson, what brought you here?" Jackson managed to find a seat near Matt and they got involved into a conversation about their lives now. Jackson was a few years younger than Matt, they used to live nearby when they were children. You could call Jack a childhood friend, but they never really got well along. Matt looked at him, remembering how he once beat him in his backyard, because he said something about his 'cocky' attitude. As Matthew was talking to him, he could also notice a little bump on Jackson's nose - it was the consequence after Matthew's fist.
As they were talking, Matthew kept scanning the crowd, sometimes taking a look at Molly's butt. Molly seemed to enjoy her filthy dance, as a girl accidently smashed into her shoulder. Matthew noticed the bitchy look on Molly's face and couldn't hold back his laughter, she was looking rather funny trying to look important. Though the other girl catched his eye, at first he saw only her back and could already tell - her butt was better than Molly's, this got him interested even more and he leaned forward. He was holding his beer tight, as she turned around and looked at him shortly, just because her eyes moved in that direction. He saw a little spark in her eyes, but couldn't tell what color are they. His heart ached for a second and he put his other hand on his chest, maybe he should stop drinking before getting a heart attack.
He shook his head and kept following the girl with his eyes as she was walking somewhere to find a seat by the bar. He felt his pulse playing up and it wasn't exactly the feeling he liked. He felt weak for a moment, as if something was wrong in his body. He quickly chugged down the beer bottle and put it down on the table. Suddenly someone rammed his hand against Matthew's back and he started coughing.
"Yo.. Did this chick steal your heart, huh?" Jackson was the one who hit Matt. Matt on the other hand looked at him with a death glare and then narrowed his eyes, he was showing who's the alpha here this way. If needed he would also beat him up again, so he finally understands. Matt smiled and looked down at his knees for a second before looking back up at Jackson. He then waved his hand and let out a laugh.
"She'd better steal my pants." He looked at Jackson with a little challenge hidden in his eyes. Jackson looked around and saw that the girl was sitting a few seats away. He was looking at her for a second and understood that this girl may be either trash or gold. He got interested too and wouldn't mind to have this girl for a night.
"I hear challenge. She isn't too bad." Jackson looked at Matt's eyes and wiggled his eyebrows, already jumping down the seat and grabbing his beer. Matt gave him the death-glare again, but after all he liked a little challenge. He looked at the bar and quickly grabbed a few peanuts, to push them in his mouth and eat them quicky. He believed that this would help him act less drunk. He wanted this girl and he was about to get it.
The two moved straight to the girl as Molly was looking after them. She frowned and looked at their backs, feeling somewhat jealous. She knew that Matthew didn't like her as a girlfriend, but that didn't mean that she would easily give him away to some other girl. She looked around and noticed some other girls from the girl's dorm, she knew one of them - Kierra. She walked straight to her and started a little conversation.
"Hey, Kierra. Who is this girl?" She pointed straight to the two guys and the girl sitting by the bar. In Molly's opinion the girl was looking rather naive and a bit silly, as if she was a 5 year old girl who tried some beverage secretly. Molly flipped her auburn hair and looked straight at Kierra, she needed answers and maybe a gun.
Meanwhile Jack and Matt already made their way to the girl. Jackson was the talkactive one, with a big smile he greeted the girl and introduced himself, asking something about how she was feeling. Standart questions. Matt was standing by the bar, leaning on it as he was looking at Abella, he got her name while Jackson was talking, his eyes were scanning her from head to toe and he smirked, taking more of the peanuts lying on the bar. He was looking rather serious, his blue eyes seemed as dark as the ocean. He was waiting while Jackson did his job by trying to talk to Abella.
"He is annoying isn't he?" Matthew asked and smirked, looking up at Jackson with a relaxed savage look. Jack's cheeks went red and he frowned at Matthew. He was bad at hidding his emotions behind. Matthew sent another peanut into his mouth and leaned a bit closer to her.
"I'm Matthew, may I get you a drink?" Jackson was shouting something in the distance, trying to gain her attention once again. Matt licked his bottom lip and then smirked, first looking down at his hand holding nuts and then he looked up at her eyes. He gave her his most calmed and attractive look. He was like a tiger, calling his prey closer into his arms...
Some time passed, the night was quickly coming up and by 11 pm the bar was as packed as it could get. The dancefloor was going crazy - people were grinding on each other, because of the amount of space. Matthew smirked and took another sip, Molly was still dancing by the edge of the crowd, making sure that he notices her little perky butt. As he was sitting there, a male made his way through the crowd, heading straight to Matthew.
"Ayo, Matt" The guy walked close and reached out his hand to perform the bro-handshake with Matt. He was tall, lean and had an attractive smile..
"How'dy, Jackson, what brought you here?" Jackson managed to find a seat near Matt and they got involved into a conversation about their lives now. Jackson was a few years younger than Matt, they used to live nearby when they were children. You could call Jack a childhood friend, but they never really got well along. Matt looked at him, remembering how he once beat him in his backyard, because he said something about his 'cocky' attitude. As Matthew was talking to him, he could also notice a little bump on Jackson's nose - it was the consequence after Matthew's fist.
As they were talking, Matthew kept scanning the crowd, sometimes taking a look at Molly's butt. Molly seemed to enjoy her filthy dance, as a girl accidently smashed into her shoulder. Matthew noticed the bitchy look on Molly's face and couldn't hold back his laughter, she was looking rather funny trying to look important. Though the other girl catched his eye, at first he saw only her back and could already tell - her butt was better than Molly's, this got him interested even more and he leaned forward. He was holding his beer tight, as she turned around and looked at him shortly, just because her eyes moved in that direction. He saw a little spark in her eyes, but couldn't tell what color are they. His heart ached for a second and he put his other hand on his chest, maybe he should stop drinking before getting a heart attack.
He shook his head and kept following the girl with his eyes as she was walking somewhere to find a seat by the bar. He felt his pulse playing up and it wasn't exactly the feeling he liked. He felt weak for a moment, as if something was wrong in his body. He quickly chugged down the beer bottle and put it down on the table. Suddenly someone rammed his hand against Matthew's back and he started coughing.
"Yo.. Did this chick steal your heart, huh?" Jackson was the one who hit Matt. Matt on the other hand looked at him with a death glare and then narrowed his eyes, he was showing who's the alpha here this way. If needed he would also beat him up again, so he finally understands. Matt smiled and looked down at his knees for a second before looking back up at Jackson. He then waved his hand and let out a laugh.
"She'd better steal my pants." He looked at Jackson with a little challenge hidden in his eyes. Jackson looked around and saw that the girl was sitting a few seats away. He was looking at her for a second and understood that this girl may be either trash or gold. He got interested too and wouldn't mind to have this girl for a night.
"I hear challenge. She isn't too bad." Jackson looked at Matt's eyes and wiggled his eyebrows, already jumping down the seat and grabbing his beer. Matt gave him the death-glare again, but after all he liked a little challenge. He looked at the bar and quickly grabbed a few peanuts, to push them in his mouth and eat them quicky. He believed that this would help him act less drunk. He wanted this girl and he was about to get it.
The two moved straight to the girl as Molly was looking after them. She frowned and looked at their backs, feeling somewhat jealous. She knew that Matthew didn't like her as a girlfriend, but that didn't mean that she would easily give him away to some other girl. She looked around and noticed some other girls from the girl's dorm, she knew one of them - Kierra. She walked straight to her and started a little conversation.
"Hey, Kierra. Who is this girl?" She pointed straight to the two guys and the girl sitting by the bar. In Molly's opinion the girl was looking rather naive and a bit silly, as if she was a 5 year old girl who tried some beverage secretly. Molly flipped her auburn hair and looked straight at Kierra, she needed answers and maybe a gun.
Meanwhile Jack and Matt already made their way to the girl. Jackson was the talkactive one, with a big smile he greeted the girl and introduced himself, asking something about how she was feeling. Standart questions. Matt was standing by the bar, leaning on it as he was looking at Abella, he got her name while Jackson was talking, his eyes were scanning her from head to toe and he smirked, taking more of the peanuts lying on the bar. He was looking rather serious, his blue eyes seemed as dark as the ocean. He was waiting while Jackson did his job by trying to talk to Abella.
"He is annoying isn't he?" Matthew asked and smirked, looking up at Jackson with a relaxed savage look. Jack's cheeks went red and he frowned at Matthew. He was bad at hidding his emotions behind. Matthew sent another peanut into his mouth and leaned a bit closer to her.
"I'm Matthew, may I get you a drink?" Jackson was shouting something in the distance, trying to gain her attention once again. Matt licked his bottom lip and then smirked, first looking down at his hand holding nuts and then he looked up at her eyes. He gave her his most calmed and attractive look. He was like a tiger, calling his prey closer into his arms...
Dibbydoo
squeek
PAST
Abella didn't notice the lingering gazes she was receiving. She sloshed the beer around in the bottle and stared to the lights. Her gaze drifted to the crowd slowly. She didn't get how people could be that close together physically and dance. The idea almost sickened her, it was like sweaty body rubbing on another sweaty body. She brought the bottle to her lips and took another sip, leaving the bottle near her mouth as her elbows rested on the bar table.
She found no interest in this party. No use to be here, to her it was more or less boring. This wasn't her kind of party, or her kind of place.
She watched Claudia grind herself on her boyfriend. At least they were enjoying their time. She shivered , tonight will be a long night for Abella. Let's hope she gets some noise cancelling headphones to do the trick. She wasn't in the mood to hear those two at it, again. She took another sip of her beer. Usually at parties she would get drunk and be dancing with her friends, but this party was different and wasn't as suitable for herself as the ones she is used to going to. She slipped a thumb over the nozzle of her bottle and opened up her phone quickly, checking a few things.
Kierra was grinding herself on one of her best friends, Rachel. The two contrasted from looks heavily. Rachel had fiery red hair and fair skin, her eyes being a strong blue that shot through anything, while Kierra was a dark haired tanned beauty, with chocolate brown eyes . Kierra looked at Molly and stopped her dance, peering. " Oh, Her? That's Abella." She laughed a little.
" Yeah, French import. She is basically the modern day Virgin Mary, without the baby and all that stuff of corse. Super smart, but she barely goes out. Why?" She looked at Molly with a questioning look. "Don't worry, If you got a man she probably isn't a threat: she doesn't play that way. Actually I don't think she has ever been kissed before. " she shrugged.
Abella looked at the two slowly, seeming a little confused as they began to speak. She listened, and has heasitsntly on answers. She was pretty shy for a girl at a party. Her voice was barely heard over the music, but she was probably yelling. Slowly as he spoke, she got more comfortable and relaxed. Ofcosprse she kept her finger pressed on the noodle of the bottle- you can never be too safe in her opinion. Abellas light brown hazelnut eyes almost bunt a hole in his heart. She had the look of pure innocence. Ofcorse looks could be deceiving but she looked like an angel,if anythingl the more she spoke the more perhaps they could hear her very strong French accent. She had trouble pronouncing a few words, Ofcorse. More than likely that she wasn't born here.
She turned her head to Matthew, being start,ed to say the least. She shook her head with a blush. " N-No, not really, Why would be be annoying..?" She frowned. Did she miss something? Her heart beat escalated s little as he went closer. Not from love, no. But from slight fear. She leaned back a little bit, unsure about how he would act.
" No.. No thank you, I have a drink,." She blushed,holding up the beer bottle unsurely. She looked at the penuts strangely. He probably fell for the myth most people fall for, that the nuts at the bar make them less drunk. Ofcorse that was a lie, it was the opposite. Nuts made you thirsty, meaning that they get more money because you would buy more drinks. The look made her heat flutter. She had no idea what that feeling was, but she tried to ignore it.Hearing Jackson she turned her head to him, looking up at him. " S-Sorry , did you say anything?"
Thankfully, Claudia came to her rescue, mostly. She walked up and turned her body to Matthew. " Hey , sleeze bag." She crossed her arms and clicked her mouth, looking him up and down. She scrutinised every bit of him. She looked at the nuts and grabbed one from his hand, popping it in her mouth. " What do you want? She isn't interested for anyone buttering her buns." She crossed her arms. Ofcorse she did what an girl would do, try not to have their friend get pregnant. " Go on, take you and your little possy out of here." She threw her thumb back to Jackson. Abella sat uncomfortably, slowly sipping from her beer,
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Taiga
Abella didn't notice the lingering gazes she was receiving. She sloshed the beer around in the bottle and stared to the lights. Her gaze drifted to the crowd slowly. She didn't get how people could be that close together physically and dance. The idea almost sickened her, it was like sweaty body rubbing on another sweaty body. She brought the bottle to her lips and took another sip, leaving the bottle near her mouth as her elbows rested on the bar table.
She found no interest in this party. No use to be here, to her it was more or less boring. This wasn't her kind of party, or her kind of place.
She watched Claudia grind herself on her boyfriend. At least they were enjoying their time. She shivered , tonight will be a long night for Abella. Let's hope she gets some noise cancelling headphones to do the trick. She wasn't in the mood to hear those two at it, again. She took another sip of her beer. Usually at parties she would get drunk and be dancing with her friends, but this party was different and wasn't as suitable for herself as the ones she is used to going to. She slipped a thumb over the nozzle of her bottle and opened up her phone quickly, checking a few things.
Kierra was grinding herself on one of her best friends, Rachel. The two contrasted from looks heavily. Rachel had fiery red hair and fair skin, her eyes being a strong blue that shot through anything, while Kierra was a dark haired tanned beauty, with chocolate brown eyes . Kierra looked at Molly and stopped her dance, peering. " Oh, Her? That's Abella." She laughed a little.
" Yeah, French import. She is basically the modern day Virgin Mary, without the baby and all that stuff of corse. Super smart, but she barely goes out. Why?" She looked at Molly with a questioning look. "Don't worry, If you got a man she probably isn't a threat: she doesn't play that way. Actually I don't think she has ever been kissed before. " she shrugged.
Abella looked at the two slowly, seeming a little confused as they began to speak. She listened, and has heasitsntly on answers. She was pretty shy for a girl at a party. Her voice was barely heard over the music, but she was probably yelling. Slowly as he spoke, she got more comfortable and relaxed. Ofcosprse she kept her finger pressed on the noodle of the bottle- you can never be too safe in her opinion. Abellas light brown hazelnut eyes almost bunt a hole in his heart. She had the look of pure innocence. Ofcorse looks could be deceiving but she looked like an angel,if anythingl the more she spoke the more perhaps they could hear her very strong French accent. She had trouble pronouncing a few words, Ofcorse. More than likely that she wasn't born here.
She turned her head to Matthew, being start,ed to say the least. She shook her head with a blush. " N-No, not really, Why would be be annoying..?" She frowned. Did she miss something? Her heart beat escalated s little as he went closer. Not from love, no. But from slight fear. She leaned back a little bit, unsure about how he would act.
" No.. No thank you, I have a drink,." She blushed,holding up the beer bottle unsurely. She looked at the penuts strangely. He probably fell for the myth most people fall for, that the nuts at the bar make them less drunk. Ofcorse that was a lie, it was the opposite. Nuts made you thirsty, meaning that they get more money because you would buy more drinks. The look made her heat flutter. She had no idea what that feeling was, but she tried to ignore it.Hearing Jackson she turned her head to him, looking up at him. " S-Sorry , did you say anything?"
Thankfully, Claudia came to her rescue, mostly. She walked up and turned her body to Matthew. " Hey , sleeze bag." She crossed her arms and clicked her mouth, looking him up and down. She scrutinised every bit of him. She looked at the nuts and grabbed one from his hand, popping it in her mouth. " What do you want? She isn't interested for anyone buttering her buns." She crossed her arms. Ofcorse she did what an girl would do, try not to have their friend get pregnant. " Go on, take you and your little possy out of here." She threw her thumb back to Jackson. Abella sat uncomfortably, slowly sipping from her beer,
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Taiga
Taiga
Crazy Сat Lover
Present
Knock... Knock... Knock...
Matthew sent up his eyes and looked infront of him at the city, before turning around and looking at the big wooden door across him.
"Yes, come inside." The door slowly opened and his secretary Mandy walked in, carrying a tray with some coffee and bisquits on top of it. Also there were some documents lying nearby the food. As she was walking inside Matthew quickly scanned her body - high heels, a tight black skirt and a pinky colored plaid up shirt. Matt kept sitting in his big chair as she finally walked up and put everything she had in her arms down.
"Here's your breakfast Mr.Adams. We also recieved new documents from 'Charlston United', they are asking for sponsorship." Matt nodded and leaned forward, to push himself closer to the table, meanwhile Mandy was already making her way out to the door. But something stopped her and she turned around as Matthew was reaching for a bisquit.
"Do I have to order a table at the restaurant or..." Mandy knew that he wasn't going for dinner at home lately. He sighed and looked at his hand, his wrist was covered in his plaid up blue shirt, but he noticed a little scar coming from beneath it. This made him think for a moment and he finally made a decision.
"No, thank you, Mandy. I'm going home for dinner today." He waited until his secretary was gone behind the door and looked back down at his wrist, putting the bisquit back on the tray. He unbuttoned the fabric covering his wrist and pulled up his sleeve up to his elbow. At first he looked at his old tattoo, but it was barely seen because of the scar covering his arm. He got this scar because of a fire, a fire which happened on the night they met. He smirked and carefully touched it with his other hand...
Past
Matthew was still leaning on the bar, as Jackson tried to pull Abella into his web. Matt was wearing some heavy boots, ripped jeans - they were in a bad condition and you could see some tattoos on his legs, it was all finished up with a plaid up shirt - it was lumberjack styled. His curly hair was sent back, only a few curls seen by his ears. He kept scanning Abella, something was so right about her. He was thankful that she was distracted by his dumb friend Jackson and didn't look in his direction. Her eyes were like a weapon, every time they met Matthew's eyes, he felt his heart making unbelieveable backflips. It was a wonder that his heart actually could do this. As they were talking, he suddenly noticed that he hid his alpha-male traits way back behind. Something was telling him that it wasn't the traits that would win this girl over, but he still couldn't stop his stubborness.
Soon another girl walked up telling those two to walk away and something about making her friend pregnant. Matthew smirked at that point and his eyes quickly looked down at Abella's tummy. What the hell was wrong with him? He wasn't the familyguy who would like to become a father at the age of 23. When the newcomer girl grabbed a nut from his hand, he clenched his jaws, but decided not to show his alpha side in this situation, he wanted to give the best impression of him to Abella. So he closed his eyes for a moment and sighed, before calming down and looking at the girl again.
"Listen, we are just chilling here." That was Jackson. Meanwhile Matt didn't say anything, he just didn't feel like it. Being calm and relaxed was his own style. He looked at Abella again and smirked, he couldn't stop doing that - what if someone put LSD in his beer? That wasn't good. As they were talking, Matthew took a big breath in and could smell something burnt. He frowned for a second and looked around, everything seemed alright. He immediately found with his eyes Molly. She was associated with true chaos in any way, if there's trouble - Molly is also there. He saw her standing by a couple of girls, nothing seemed wrong, but he still felt something was burnt in the air.
He did breath slowly as he looked around again, his eyes meeting Abella's figure again. He felt his heartbeat go faster every second by - something was wrong and he could feel it exactly. Suddenly the serene went off, water started pouring from the ceiling and every light went off, except some green lights of the exits.
"Here we go.." Matthew also added some curse words, before pulling his plaid up shirt off and putting it over Abella - it would be a pity if such beautiful girl got wet. He then pulled both of the girls to Jackson.
"Get them out of here, quick!" His voice sounded a bit cracky, he was now half naked, a tattoo on the side of his ribcage was seen in the darkness. He looked around, everyone was screaming and trying to find their way out of this building. He groaned - he couldn't see his other friends. Getting his friends out of this building was more important than his life. He looked at Jackson for the last time, maybe this guy was a jerk, but atleast he believed that he could get the girls out of the building. Matthew pulled himself up on the bar table and looked at the crowd, he could see some familiar heads in the pitch darkness, but then a painful scream distracted him and he got pushed off the bar table by the crowd. He moaned as he fell on another table, it was pretty painful for his own ribs. He saw some lights in his eyes, because of the pain, something was ringing in his ears, but he knew that the scream he heard wasn't a scream of a scared person.
He groaned something and pushed himself off the table, spitting out some blood. He didn't care much and looked back at the crowd, holding his hand on his ribs. The building was quickly getting empty and it was his chance to move in deeper into the bar. He made his way to the kitchen - it was the place where the smoke was coming out the most. For now he was soaking wet, trying not to slip he made his way over there. As he came closer, he smashed the door opened and what he has seen didn't make him too excited - the whole kitchen was on fire and smoke was coming rapidly into the main hall of the bar. He closed his mouth and nose with his hand and coughed, looking around for the scream. It was a guy who's leg was trapped under some big wood piece - Matthew looked up and understood it was a piece from the ceiling. He carefully made his way through to the other side of the room, trying to stop coughing.
Fire was surrounding those two everywhere, but Matt knew that he couldn't leave this guy for his dead. It was his mission to bring this guy outside. As he was feeling the heat on his body - the fire quickly made him dry from the water before, he heard some serene's coming from the outside, the firefighters were here. But that didn't stop him and he was already by the screaming guy, he looked at his face - he was in his 30's, his face covered in tears and pain. Matthew kneeled down and grabbed the big wooden piece with his bare hands, growling loud at it as he was pulling it off the guys legs. He felt sweat all over his body, pain in his lungs full of smoke.
"Come on! Lean on my shoulder, we will get you out of here, buddy!" Matthew felt already too dizzy, but he still found some power inside, to pull this guy up and make his way out of the kitchen. He also noticed that the guy had a bone coming out of his skin, this almost made Matt vomit right on the fire, but he kept it back, still coughing from the smoke...
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"Where the hell is Matt!" That was Molly screaming, standing in the first row of the crowd infront of the bar. She was looking for him with the other friends, but no one could find him and this made panic rise. They were screaming for him, asking random people in the crowd if they saw a guy with black curls, but it wasn't too useful - Matthew wasn't the only one who had pretty black curls on his head. Molly was looking around as she suddenly noticed Matt's shirt, but it wasn't on him, she saw it on the girl from before - Abella.
"This French bitch.." She quickly made her way to her and as soon as she walked up, she pushed Abella's shoulders and started to ask her about Matt, she wasn't too nice with Abella, almost beating her up. But soon she was pulled back by another guy who said something about calming down, but Molly kept sending her curses on this girl...
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Matthew pulled the guy out of the kitchen and suddenly felt weakness going through his body, all he saw was darkness in front of him, the guy on his shoulder already passed out. Matt fell on his knees and couldn't stop coughing, feeling his eyes slowly closing. He thought he was a hero, but turns out he was wrong and he finally passed out. He could've died in this fire, but the firefighters were already inside and soon noticed the two guys. Both of the firefighters pulled the two by their shoulders - it was a standart helping procedure.
The two guys were pulled outside on the pavement infront of the bar. A gasp was heard in the crowd and everyone started to gossip about it, trying to understand who those two guys were.
"Matt!" Molly screamed and tried to make her way behind the borders standing around the scene, but she was soon stopped by the policeman. Gasps were going around the crowd, it was a big mess.
Matthew was lying on his back touching the cold pavement. Doctors were already around him, putting an oxygen mask right over his nose and examing his wounds. Matt didn't look as if he was in a good condition - one of his arms was full of blood, it was burnt - when he was pulling the big piece of wood, he didn't notice the fridge standing by his arm and this caused his skin burn right into the metal. The side of his ribcage was a weird blue-red color - he broke a few of his ribs when he got pushed off the bar table. Other things that were showing his horrible condition - he was covered in ash. In fact he did look terrifying and unconcious, but he was still alive and this Friday night he saved a life...
Dibbydoo
Knock... Knock... Knock...
Matthew sent up his eyes and looked infront of him at the city, before turning around and looking at the big wooden door across him.
"Yes, come inside." The door slowly opened and his secretary Mandy walked in, carrying a tray with some coffee and bisquits on top of it. Also there were some documents lying nearby the food. As she was walking inside Matthew quickly scanned her body - high heels, a tight black skirt and a pinky colored plaid up shirt. Matt kept sitting in his big chair as she finally walked up and put everything she had in her arms down.
"Here's your breakfast Mr.Adams. We also recieved new documents from 'Charlston United', they are asking for sponsorship." Matt nodded and leaned forward, to push himself closer to the table, meanwhile Mandy was already making her way out to the door. But something stopped her and she turned around as Matthew was reaching for a bisquit.
"Do I have to order a table at the restaurant or..." Mandy knew that he wasn't going for dinner at home lately. He sighed and looked at his hand, his wrist was covered in his plaid up blue shirt, but he noticed a little scar coming from beneath it. This made him think for a moment and he finally made a decision.
"No, thank you, Mandy. I'm going home for dinner today." He waited until his secretary was gone behind the door and looked back down at his wrist, putting the bisquit back on the tray. He unbuttoned the fabric covering his wrist and pulled up his sleeve up to his elbow. At first he looked at his old tattoo, but it was barely seen because of the scar covering his arm. He got this scar because of a fire, a fire which happened on the night they met. He smirked and carefully touched it with his other hand...
Past
Matthew was still leaning on the bar, as Jackson tried to pull Abella into his web. Matt was wearing some heavy boots, ripped jeans - they were in a bad condition and you could see some tattoos on his legs, it was all finished up with a plaid up shirt - it was lumberjack styled. His curly hair was sent back, only a few curls seen by his ears. He kept scanning Abella, something was so right about her. He was thankful that she was distracted by his dumb friend Jackson and didn't look in his direction. Her eyes were like a weapon, every time they met Matthew's eyes, he felt his heart making unbelieveable backflips. It was a wonder that his heart actually could do this. As they were talking, he suddenly noticed that he hid his alpha-male traits way back behind. Something was telling him that it wasn't the traits that would win this girl over, but he still couldn't stop his stubborness.
Soon another girl walked up telling those two to walk away and something about making her friend pregnant. Matthew smirked at that point and his eyes quickly looked down at Abella's tummy. What the hell was wrong with him? He wasn't the familyguy who would like to become a father at the age of 23. When the newcomer girl grabbed a nut from his hand, he clenched his jaws, but decided not to show his alpha side in this situation, he wanted to give the best impression of him to Abella. So he closed his eyes for a moment and sighed, before calming down and looking at the girl again.
"Listen, we are just chilling here." That was Jackson. Meanwhile Matt didn't say anything, he just didn't feel like it. Being calm and relaxed was his own style. He looked at Abella again and smirked, he couldn't stop doing that - what if someone put LSD in his beer? That wasn't good. As they were talking, Matthew took a big breath in and could smell something burnt. He frowned for a second and looked around, everything seemed alright. He immediately found with his eyes Molly. She was associated with true chaos in any way, if there's trouble - Molly is also there. He saw her standing by a couple of girls, nothing seemed wrong, but he still felt something was burnt in the air.
He did breath slowly as he looked around again, his eyes meeting Abella's figure again. He felt his heartbeat go faster every second by - something was wrong and he could feel it exactly. Suddenly the serene went off, water started pouring from the ceiling and every light went off, except some green lights of the exits.
"Here we go.." Matthew also added some curse words, before pulling his plaid up shirt off and putting it over Abella - it would be a pity if such beautiful girl got wet. He then pulled both of the girls to Jackson.
"Get them out of here, quick!" His voice sounded a bit cracky, he was now half naked, a tattoo on the side of his ribcage was seen in the darkness. He looked around, everyone was screaming and trying to find their way out of this building. He groaned - he couldn't see his other friends. Getting his friends out of this building was more important than his life. He looked at Jackson for the last time, maybe this guy was a jerk, but atleast he believed that he could get the girls out of the building. Matthew pulled himself up on the bar table and looked at the crowd, he could see some familiar heads in the pitch darkness, but then a painful scream distracted him and he got pushed off the bar table by the crowd. He moaned as he fell on another table, it was pretty painful for his own ribs. He saw some lights in his eyes, because of the pain, something was ringing in his ears, but he knew that the scream he heard wasn't a scream of a scared person.
He groaned something and pushed himself off the table, spitting out some blood. He didn't care much and looked back at the crowd, holding his hand on his ribs. The building was quickly getting empty and it was his chance to move in deeper into the bar. He made his way to the kitchen - it was the place where the smoke was coming out the most. For now he was soaking wet, trying not to slip he made his way over there. As he came closer, he smashed the door opened and what he has seen didn't make him too excited - the whole kitchen was on fire and smoke was coming rapidly into the main hall of the bar. He closed his mouth and nose with his hand and coughed, looking around for the scream. It was a guy who's leg was trapped under some big wood piece - Matthew looked up and understood it was a piece from the ceiling. He carefully made his way through to the other side of the room, trying to stop coughing.
Fire was surrounding those two everywhere, but Matt knew that he couldn't leave this guy for his dead. It was his mission to bring this guy outside. As he was feeling the heat on his body - the fire quickly made him dry from the water before, he heard some serene's coming from the outside, the firefighters were here. But that didn't stop him and he was already by the screaming guy, he looked at his face - he was in his 30's, his face covered in tears and pain. Matthew kneeled down and grabbed the big wooden piece with his bare hands, growling loud at it as he was pulling it off the guys legs. He felt sweat all over his body, pain in his lungs full of smoke.
"Come on! Lean on my shoulder, we will get you out of here, buddy!" Matthew felt already too dizzy, but he still found some power inside, to pull this guy up and make his way out of the kitchen. He also noticed that the guy had a bone coming out of his skin, this almost made Matt vomit right on the fire, but he kept it back, still coughing from the smoke...
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"Where the hell is Matt!" That was Molly screaming, standing in the first row of the crowd infront of the bar. She was looking for him with the other friends, but no one could find him and this made panic rise. They were screaming for him, asking random people in the crowd if they saw a guy with black curls, but it wasn't too useful - Matthew wasn't the only one who had pretty black curls on his head. Molly was looking around as she suddenly noticed Matt's shirt, but it wasn't on him, she saw it on the girl from before - Abella.
"This French bitch.." She quickly made her way to her and as soon as she walked up, she pushed Abella's shoulders and started to ask her about Matt, she wasn't too nice with Abella, almost beating her up. But soon she was pulled back by another guy who said something about calming down, but Molly kept sending her curses on this girl...
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Matthew pulled the guy out of the kitchen and suddenly felt weakness going through his body, all he saw was darkness in front of him, the guy on his shoulder already passed out. Matt fell on his knees and couldn't stop coughing, feeling his eyes slowly closing. He thought he was a hero, but turns out he was wrong and he finally passed out. He could've died in this fire, but the firefighters were already inside and soon noticed the two guys. Both of the firefighters pulled the two by their shoulders - it was a standart helping procedure.
The two guys were pulled outside on the pavement infront of the bar. A gasp was heard in the crowd and everyone started to gossip about it, trying to understand who those two guys were.
"Matt!" Molly screamed and tried to make her way behind the borders standing around the scene, but she was soon stopped by the policeman. Gasps were going around the crowd, it was a big mess.
Matthew was lying on his back touching the cold pavement. Doctors were already around him, putting an oxygen mask right over his nose and examing his wounds. Matt didn't look as if he was in a good condition - one of his arms was full of blood, it was burnt - when he was pulling the big piece of wood, he didn't notice the fridge standing by his arm and this caused his skin burn right into the metal. The side of his ribcage was a weird blue-red color - he broke a few of his ribs when he got pushed off the bar table. Other things that were showing his horrible condition - he was covered in ash. In fact he did look terrifying and unconcious, but he was still alive and this Friday night he saved a life...
Dibbydoo
Dibbydoo
squeek
PAST
Abella covered her face with her hand as she noticed how she was acting toward the boys. She was either embarrassing Abella or herself. Claudia spun herself around, looking at Jackson. " Oh? Of coarse, just chilling, why didn't you tell me earlier?" She laughed sarcastically, before putting on a straight face, and with that, she began to bicker with Jackson, not liking the idea that he was eyeballing Abella. While they had more of a tamed argument, Abella glanced at Matthew, catching onto his smirk. It made her blush pretty easily. She couldn't help but smile, looking away and turning her head from him, she pulled hair behind her ear. Her shoulders tensed together. She wasn't used to having this kind of attention on her, and it felt good , for a change. Turning her head to Claudia, she sighed, letting a small giggle slip out. She shook her head and looked away. Claudia was being soft on Jackson, for now. She could be much more harsh if she wanted to.
Abella turned her head toward Matthew. She perked up a little and pressed her lips together, looking into his eyes. She licked her lips for a second, before gaining enough courage to actually say something. She opened her mouth , But before she could even say anything, the lights cut off and sprinklers sprayed water. A loud siren screeched in their ears.
She let out a scream, flinching and tensing up. It was so sudden, it scared the living crap out of her. Claudia screamed and covered the top of her head with her hands. "What the fuck!" She yelled out, instantly slapping her arm onto Jackson's shirt. Abella whimpered, but calmed down as she felt a different fabric on her shoulders. She looked down at it; it was his own flannel. Her face went red as she used it to cover herself. She was already startled enough, having been pulled to Jackson she flinched, being jumpy to any touch now. She tried to look at him, curious to where he was going, yet worried about him. Turning her head back she just saw the exit lights.
B
One hand gripping the flannel, the other holding onto Claudia, she let herself get led through the crowd. She was like a ball in a pinball machine, bouncing off everyone. She could feel the heat welting up in the club. She turned her head back, only seeing hues of orange.
Claudia grabbed Audra and harshly pulled her outside. The old air hit her face like water, shocking her. The shock pushed her into realisation. Turning to Claudia, she held tighter onto the plaid shirt. " He is still in there, Matthew is still in there.."
" We cant do anything about it Audra, We will just have to wait, Come on." She gripped on her and followed Jackson., all while looking for her two other friends she arrived with; Rachel and Kierra. She frantically looked, All while staying close to Jackson. She had no idea why she decided to stay close to him, it was instinct if anything.
After a few minutes she grabbed Jackson's shoulder, pulling him back a little. " Hey, I'm sorry I was a bitch earlier, I got over protective I guess, Listen, Just look after for a little, She's a little shaken up, Ill be back." She turned and disappeared into the crowd. Abella looked scared, ofcorse, but not the fear for herself, obviously for someone else. She stared at the building, biting on her nails.
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By this time. Kierra and Rachel had been found. They stood in a group, looking at the building, then their phones, then the building, over and over. Abella just hugged the flannel, staring at her feet. She was freezing cold, she really just wanted to head home at this moment, but she couldn't. Not only because she was unsure if Matthew was okay, a guy she had just met, which might sound childish. Another reason was that her friends wouldn't go, they were glued to the scene. Her shoulders tightened. She glanced at her friends and let out a very soft sigh. It sounded slightly aggravated, but tired.
She turned her glance towards that girl who she had bumped into earlier. She looked angry and she had no idea why. She did not expect to be pushed , stumbling and almost falling, due to her heels. The girl began to act extremely hostile, she still had no idea, backing up a little. Claudia sensed trouble and came right over.
And before they knew it Claudia was yelling at Molly, calling her every name under the sun and burning her verbally. The only reason why she was so good at insulting people and having insane comebacks was because of her Hispanic background, she learnt the art off by heart. A few people told her to calm down but she shot them down like animals.
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The fight had been broken up but Claudia was still salty. She had her arms crossed, her eyes burning with fuelled rage, it was quite intense. She muttered under her breath in Spanish, shaking her head slowly. Maybe it was better that the fight was broken while it was still verbal, it could of had gotten much worse, especially since it was Claudia. One of her nicknames were 'Nasty bitch', she earned it for a reason.
When Matthew was wheeled out she quickly but silently made her way over to the border, slipping through people. The sight, to her, was quite gruesom. For some reason, seeing him in this state, it make her chest hurt. Abella was always the sensitive kind of person, but this felt different. It felt strange to her, an unfamiliar and foreign feeling. Belfry Molly noticed her looking at 'his man' she quickly retrieved. The girls thought it was best for them to go home to the dorm, since there wasn't much to see anymore.
PRESENT...
Abella set the plate softly in front of Matthew. The smell of seamed vegitables , mashed potatoes and steak wafted through the house. The plate looked bright with colour, it having a certain freshness to it. In the middle of the two spots was a small cup of gravy. Abella put her own plate where she sat, and sat down. This was the first time in a while where she was eating with her husband again. It almost felt like a strange feeling. It wasn't the same anymore. She almost felt as if she had lost that kind of connection. What else would they loose? Don't get her wrong, she loves him to death, But maybe it's him who is having second thoughts about her. Sitting down, she picked up the salt shaker and lightly salted the vegitables, beginning to eat.
She took a few bites of her vegitables before looking up at him, setting her cutlery down. " How was work, Sweetie?" She asked softly. Her accent was still there, caressing his ears. She didn't have any makeup on and she had her hair up in a bun. She wore a pair of shorts and a singlet. She was obviously painting befor hand, A blue smudge resting on her collarbone. Dark circles under her eyes indicated she had many restless nights, and her unusually pale skin signified it was probably taking a toll on her.
She took a bite out of the meat, whiling her mouth with a tissue. Without heasitate on, she dove right into the deeper questions. " Is there a reason why your coming home late, Matthew..?' She looked up at him. Her eyes almost begged for answers, the pale brown colour not having the same look as they did eight years ago. " And leaving home early... Is there a problem sweetie..?" She out her cutlery down one more time, crossing her arms loosely. Now that he was here for dinner, she was going to ask as many questions as he could answer, no matter how harsh they sounded. She started again. " Dod I do something? Or are you just avoiding me for the sake of it?" Soon enough, her appetite left. She wasn't feeling as hungry as she was a minute ago.
" Is there someone else?" She questioned. It wasn't something for her to say, it was shocking to hear out of her mouth. She was usually optomistic and happy, to say the least. She wasn't one to loose hope. Not only did she doubt him, she doubted herself more than him. Maybe she just wasn't enough for him. The look in her eyes showed that she felt ignored, avoided and almost neglected. She could take care of herself but still, she wasn't someone who could deal with being alone very long.
This contrasted heavily from their first date. Their first date, the atmosphere was happy and fresh, full of new exiting adventures, unlike now. It was silent and almost had a depressing feel to the atmosphere. The heavy contrast took her back to their first date,
PAST...
Abella looked at her watch, getting pretty nervous. What if he was joking about the date, only wanting to see if she would really get ready and exited? No, that didn't seem like the case.. If it was then he wouldn't of had told her that he was going to pick her up, maybe he woudlve told her to go to the venue. Doubt flowed in, but optomism drowned it out. The cycle repeated itself over and over again, till she saw the headlights of his car. Her cheeks glew red and she smiled, being pretty exited.
Unlike Abella she tried not to over dress for the date. If he only wore some khakis and a shirt she would feel pretty embaressed. So, what she wore was a simple black and airy skirt that reached mid thigh. It flared out barely, the fabric almost gliding effortlessly across her curves like water. She wore a simple white button-up blouse, the sleeves being short. He could barely see through the fabric of her shirt, but he could tell under she wore a black bra. He couldn't see any heavy details or even the shape very well. Upon her neck lay a necklace, on the end a small crystal anchor harboured upon it. She had her hair down, it flowing in very loose curls. She wore Ofcorse some foundation to cover any impurities and eye liner, along with a little bit of mascara . She didn't wear lipstick instead a thin coat of lipgloss was spread across her almost perfectly shaped lips. The only problem was the small scar on the left of her lip, going down harshly.
Her heart pumped faster and faster. Holding her handbag and black jacket close to her, she gave him a bright, yet shy smile. She walked up to the car, her cheeks blushing. She couldn't help herself, Abella was always an easy blusher.
Abella covered her face with her hand as she noticed how she was acting toward the boys. She was either embarrassing Abella or herself. Claudia spun herself around, looking at Jackson. " Oh? Of coarse, just chilling, why didn't you tell me earlier?" She laughed sarcastically, before putting on a straight face, and with that, she began to bicker with Jackson, not liking the idea that he was eyeballing Abella. While they had more of a tamed argument, Abella glanced at Matthew, catching onto his smirk. It made her blush pretty easily. She couldn't help but smile, looking away and turning her head from him, she pulled hair behind her ear. Her shoulders tensed together. She wasn't used to having this kind of attention on her, and it felt good , for a change. Turning her head to Claudia, she sighed, letting a small giggle slip out. She shook her head and looked away. Claudia was being soft on Jackson, for now. She could be much more harsh if she wanted to.
Abella turned her head toward Matthew. She perked up a little and pressed her lips together, looking into his eyes. She licked her lips for a second, before gaining enough courage to actually say something. She opened her mouth , But before she could even say anything, the lights cut off and sprinklers sprayed water. A loud siren screeched in their ears.
She let out a scream, flinching and tensing up. It was so sudden, it scared the living crap out of her. Claudia screamed and covered the top of her head with her hands. "What the fuck!" She yelled out, instantly slapping her arm onto Jackson's shirt. Abella whimpered, but calmed down as she felt a different fabric on her shoulders. She looked down at it; it was his own flannel. Her face went red as she used it to cover herself. She was already startled enough, having been pulled to Jackson she flinched, being jumpy to any touch now. She tried to look at him, curious to where he was going, yet worried about him. Turning her head back she just saw the exit lights.
B
One hand gripping the flannel, the other holding onto Claudia, she let herself get led through the crowd. She was like a ball in a pinball machine, bouncing off everyone. She could feel the heat welting up in the club. She turned her head back, only seeing hues of orange.
Claudia grabbed Audra and harshly pulled her outside. The old air hit her face like water, shocking her. The shock pushed her into realisation. Turning to Claudia, she held tighter onto the plaid shirt. " He is still in there, Matthew is still in there.."
" We cant do anything about it Audra, We will just have to wait, Come on." She gripped on her and followed Jackson., all while looking for her two other friends she arrived with; Rachel and Kierra. She frantically looked, All while staying close to Jackson. She had no idea why she decided to stay close to him, it was instinct if anything.
After a few minutes she grabbed Jackson's shoulder, pulling him back a little. " Hey, I'm sorry I was a bitch earlier, I got over protective I guess, Listen, Just look after for a little, She's a little shaken up, Ill be back." She turned and disappeared into the crowd. Abella looked scared, ofcorse, but not the fear for herself, obviously for someone else. She stared at the building, biting on her nails.
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By this time. Kierra and Rachel had been found. They stood in a group, looking at the building, then their phones, then the building, over and over. Abella just hugged the flannel, staring at her feet. She was freezing cold, she really just wanted to head home at this moment, but she couldn't. Not only because she was unsure if Matthew was okay, a guy she had just met, which might sound childish. Another reason was that her friends wouldn't go, they were glued to the scene. Her shoulders tightened. She glanced at her friends and let out a very soft sigh. It sounded slightly aggravated, but tired.
She turned her glance towards that girl who she had bumped into earlier. She looked angry and she had no idea why. She did not expect to be pushed , stumbling and almost falling, due to her heels. The girl began to act extremely hostile, she still had no idea, backing up a little. Claudia sensed trouble and came right over.
And before they knew it Claudia was yelling at Molly, calling her every name under the sun and burning her verbally. The only reason why she was so good at insulting people and having insane comebacks was because of her Hispanic background, she learnt the art off by heart. A few people told her to calm down but she shot them down like animals.
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The fight had been broken up but Claudia was still salty. She had her arms crossed, her eyes burning with fuelled rage, it was quite intense. She muttered under her breath in Spanish, shaking her head slowly. Maybe it was better that the fight was broken while it was still verbal, it could of had gotten much worse, especially since it was Claudia. One of her nicknames were 'Nasty bitch', she earned it for a reason.
When Matthew was wheeled out she quickly but silently made her way over to the border, slipping through people. The sight, to her, was quite gruesom. For some reason, seeing him in this state, it make her chest hurt. Abella was always the sensitive kind of person, but this felt different. It felt strange to her, an unfamiliar and foreign feeling. Belfry Molly noticed her looking at 'his man' she quickly retrieved. The girls thought it was best for them to go home to the dorm, since there wasn't much to see anymore.
PRESENT...
Abella set the plate softly in front of Matthew. The smell of seamed vegitables , mashed potatoes and steak wafted through the house. The plate looked bright with colour, it having a certain freshness to it. In the middle of the two spots was a small cup of gravy. Abella put her own plate where she sat, and sat down. This was the first time in a while where she was eating with her husband again. It almost felt like a strange feeling. It wasn't the same anymore. She almost felt as if she had lost that kind of connection. What else would they loose? Don't get her wrong, she loves him to death, But maybe it's him who is having second thoughts about her. Sitting down, she picked up the salt shaker and lightly salted the vegitables, beginning to eat.
She took a few bites of her vegitables before looking up at him, setting her cutlery down. " How was work, Sweetie?" She asked softly. Her accent was still there, caressing his ears. She didn't have any makeup on and she had her hair up in a bun. She wore a pair of shorts and a singlet. She was obviously painting befor hand, A blue smudge resting on her collarbone. Dark circles under her eyes indicated she had many restless nights, and her unusually pale skin signified it was probably taking a toll on her.
She took a bite out of the meat, whiling her mouth with a tissue. Without heasitate on, she dove right into the deeper questions. " Is there a reason why your coming home late, Matthew..?' She looked up at him. Her eyes almost begged for answers, the pale brown colour not having the same look as they did eight years ago. " And leaving home early... Is there a problem sweetie..?" She out her cutlery down one more time, crossing her arms loosely. Now that he was here for dinner, she was going to ask as many questions as he could answer, no matter how harsh they sounded. She started again. " Dod I do something? Or are you just avoiding me for the sake of it?" Soon enough, her appetite left. She wasn't feeling as hungry as she was a minute ago.
" Is there someone else?" She questioned. It wasn't something for her to say, it was shocking to hear out of her mouth. She was usually optomistic and happy, to say the least. She wasn't one to loose hope. Not only did she doubt him, she doubted herself more than him. Maybe she just wasn't enough for him. The look in her eyes showed that she felt ignored, avoided and almost neglected. She could take care of herself but still, she wasn't someone who could deal with being alone very long.
This contrasted heavily from their first date. Their first date, the atmosphere was happy and fresh, full of new exiting adventures, unlike now. It was silent and almost had a depressing feel to the atmosphere. The heavy contrast took her back to their first date,
PAST...
Abella looked at her watch, getting pretty nervous. What if he was joking about the date, only wanting to see if she would really get ready and exited? No, that didn't seem like the case.. If it was then he wouldn't of had told her that he was going to pick her up, maybe he woudlve told her to go to the venue. Doubt flowed in, but optomism drowned it out. The cycle repeated itself over and over again, till she saw the headlights of his car. Her cheeks glew red and she smiled, being pretty exited.
Unlike Abella she tried not to over dress for the date. If he only wore some khakis and a shirt she would feel pretty embaressed. So, what she wore was a simple black and airy skirt that reached mid thigh. It flared out barely, the fabric almost gliding effortlessly across her curves like water. She wore a simple white button-up blouse, the sleeves being short. He could barely see through the fabric of her shirt, but he could tell under she wore a black bra. He couldn't see any heavy details or even the shape very well. Upon her neck lay a necklace, on the end a small crystal anchor harboured upon it. She had her hair down, it flowing in very loose curls. She wore Ofcorse some foundation to cover any impurities and eye liner, along with a little bit of mascara . She didn't wear lipstick instead a thin coat of lipgloss was spread across her almost perfectly shaped lips. The only problem was the small scar on the left of her lip, going down harshly.
Her heart pumped faster and faster. Holding her handbag and black jacket close to her, she gave him a bright, yet shy smile. She walked up to the car, her cheeks blushing. She couldn't help herself, Abella was always an easy blusher.
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Taiga
Crazy Сat Lover
Present
Matthew sat quietly on his chair infront of the table, looking at his wife rather carefully as she was putting some food infront of him. Something was tensing him, was it her presence? But he shook his head and grabbed into his fork, slowly digging into his food. As soon as he put some steak on his tongue he felt the urge of telling her how great the dinner was. He always liked the way she cooked, but something was holding him back. He grabbed a knife and started to cut the steak in little pieces as he was listening to her.
"Im.. I've been involved with some work lately" He quickly sent his eyes up to look at her, then looking back down. His muscular arms twitched, he was keeping himself back. He didn't like too many questions and the tone of her voice was making him nervous. The deeper she was getting into her questions, Matt somehow knew where this was going, putting his fork and knife slowly down on the plate. His food was almost untouched, all he ate is a couple pieces of meat. He grabbed into a tissue and gently patted it against his lips. He knew that it wasn't a good idea to have anything in his hands right now. Matt gently put the tissue down as if it was a flower and then cleared his throat with a bit of the drink standing infront of him.
He raised his eyebrows and gave her a death glare as she said something about cheating. He then made a clinging noise with his tongue and shook his head, a laugh escaped his throat.
"Me? Cheating on you?" He licked his lips and slowly stood up, clenching his big fists and trying to keep himself back.
"You're assuming I could ever cheat on you? After everything I have done for YOU?" He was loosing his own self as he looked straight at her eyes. His blue eyes seemed almost black now, anger was going through his whole body and he found himself shaking. Something flipped inside of him and he couldn't stop his dark side anymore.
"I've been always there for you! I never judged you! I never said or did anything bad for you! You know what, Honey, I think it is time you finally grow up and stop being a child." He pushed his hand through his curls, there was nothing that could stop him right now and he knew that he would be sorry for these words after. But they kept flowing out of his mouth...
"I see why you are still there and why you love me. Loving me makes you feel better about yourself. You have everything you ever wished for. You're spoilt, Abella Valerie." He was almost growling out these words, his hands clenching into the back of his chair. He felt the urge to smash something right now and before he could notice he already held the chair in his hands and smashed it against the glass dinner table. Once the chair hit the table surface, the glass shattered all over the floor - only the metallic legs of the table were left standing. He threw the leftover wooden piece somewhere aside.
"You fucking son of a bitch!" He yelled at the table, throwing every curse he knew at it. Something made him send a quick look at Abella and soon he felt his knees getting weaker and he fell to the floor. His shoulders shook as he was looking to the floor with his blue eyes. He crawled to Abella and quickly grabbed her hands, not caring about the glass covering everything around them. He pressed his lips against her hands, his shoulders shaking again. He couldn't help it but cry at his own behaviour...
Past
Matthew was quickly getting himself ready, still limping on his leg and having his left arm in a cast - it has been only a month since he carried a guy out of the fire. Later in the day he was pronounced as a hero, local newspapers kept saying about that. It wasn't exactly what he liked, he was getting too much attention. But he couldn't stop that and had to simply move on. During that month he was slowly recovering, but still felt some pain in his ribs and had his arm bandaged up - healing a burnt wound wasn't too easy, atleast it almost covered up the tattoo he didn't like, or should he say the fire burnt it down.
He sighed and looked at his reflection in the mirror - curly hair being in a little chaos, a simple black t-shirt, some ripped jeans and his lovely heavy timberland boots. As he was looking at himself, he made sure everything was alright. That made someone behind his back laugh rather loud.
"Since when does Matthew Adams get ready for a date?" It was Charles who laid on his bed and played something on his phone. Matthew gave him his own death glare and rolled his eyes - he was right, since when did he get ready for a date. Maybe he wanted to give Abella the best impression of himself. Matthew grabbed his phone and quickly unlocked it, looking at the messages he sent to her. It was easy to get her phone number - the girl's dorm was heaven. He smirked at this thought and finally put his phone in his back pocket. Quickly looked back at his reflection and finally moved outside, grabbing his car keys as he walked.
He couldn't stop shaking as he sat down in his big black jeep - he was a fan of big cars. It was a sign of his alpha male side and he liked to show it off. Maybe the date was making him nervous, but he knew that it was time to move, he didn't want to get late. In a matter of 5 minutes he was already by the girl's dorm, the university campus wasn't too big. He could've walk to it, but he was going to take Abella to a nice place and it wasn't anywhere close the campus. It was difficult to drive with only one arm aviable, but it was all about the first impression he thought.
As soon as he shut his car, he jumped out of it and quickly made his way to the passenger seat, already seeing Abella by the doorway. He couldn't keep his little smile back and just eyed her for a good minute as she was walking down the path, straight to the car. He opened the car door for her as soon as she walked up to the car.
"You look pretty tonight, sweet-cheeks." He smiled looking at her pinkish cheeks, as she was getting inside of the car. As she did, he quickly made his way to the drivers seat and turned on the engine. The big hunk car roared beneath their bodies and the recorders came to life, the song 'Home' by Flyleaf was softly coming out of the speakers. He smirked and put one of his hands on the wheel, he was happy to win over a girl like Abella. This proved that he could anything he liked in this world and that was calming him.
"I'm not going to tell you where we are going, it is a surprise." He put his damaged hand carefully on the wheel and turned the mechanical drive in the right position with the other, that looked rather complicated, but he had no choice at this moment. He then pulled the car out of the parking lot and they headed straight out of the town. Matthew knew exactly where they were going - a summer house he owned. It was a little perk of his parents money, he could get whatever he wished for and that was his wish for his 16th birthday.
As they drove on the highway, he didn't find anything to find, but he kept shortly looking at her. He wasn't a talky guy anyway, the presence of her was soothing for him. She felt like home. When they stopped at a traffic light, he looked to his side at the setting sun, his fingers rubbing his lips as he tried to stop smiling and be so obvious.
"So beautiful.." Abella would think that he said this about the sunset, in fact he was meaning her. But he was the perfect actor and just smiled at this thought, finally driving off the traffic light.
They soon arrived to the summer house placed on the shore of a big sea - other houses were seen across it. The summer house was built with hardwood and almost mixed with the forest surrounding it. Twilight was already covering the whole place and the house was being lit by a garland going on the side of the roof. It was a cute little house with a country feel to it. Matthew knew that Abella would be the first girl who ever came to this place, usually Matt used this house only to party with his friends, which didn't include any female in their group. He turned off the car and sat for a moment looking in front of him, he quickly rubbed his sweaty palms off his jeans and then finally looked at Abella.
"Are you ready to have some fun?" He smiled at her before jumping out of the car, waiting for her to come out and finally walk to the house.
He could sense that she might wasn't too comfortable with the whole situation, it was their first date after all, but Matthew knew that it was the best thing he could come up with - it was romantic and the bed was close enough. He smirked at this thought and once he opened the door of the house and let Abella inside, he shortly looked down at her ass. He felt something twitch in his bottom part, but he simply coughed and thought of grandmas for a good moment.
"There's no electricity." He explained as they walked into the big living room, which was connected to the kitchen. One of the walls was covered by glass and the sea was right infront of them. A fireplace by the side was already lit up and the wood was slowly cracking, it was rather relaxing. Another source of lights were a bunch of battery candles placed all around the room - they weren't as romantic as real ones, but atleast there was no danger that the whole wooden house would catch on fire.
"May I offer you some drink? Wine, beer, whiskey.. Soda?" He looked at her as she was looking around the living room, making his way to the windows. He pulled out a key and put it in a lock of the window, something clicked and he started to pull the windows aside. The whole wall quickly dissapeared and the living room was now connected with the pier going outside straight to the sea. On his own private pier he had a little fireplace with some wood inside and a big comfortable sofa standing around it.
He pulled his hair back and finally turned around to Abella, waiting for her reaction, as he leaned on the kitchen corner and smirked. It was an interesting expierence for him - he never actually did something for a female, but she felt special enough to do that. He was looking at her carefully, trying to catch every single emotion of hers. He could've watched her the entire night without saying any word...
Matthew sat quietly on his chair infront of the table, looking at his wife rather carefully as she was putting some food infront of him. Something was tensing him, was it her presence? But he shook his head and grabbed into his fork, slowly digging into his food. As soon as he put some steak on his tongue he felt the urge of telling her how great the dinner was. He always liked the way she cooked, but something was holding him back. He grabbed a knife and started to cut the steak in little pieces as he was listening to her.
"Im.. I've been involved with some work lately" He quickly sent his eyes up to look at her, then looking back down. His muscular arms twitched, he was keeping himself back. He didn't like too many questions and the tone of her voice was making him nervous. The deeper she was getting into her questions, Matt somehow knew where this was going, putting his fork and knife slowly down on the plate. His food was almost untouched, all he ate is a couple pieces of meat. He grabbed into a tissue and gently patted it against his lips. He knew that it wasn't a good idea to have anything in his hands right now. Matt gently put the tissue down as if it was a flower and then cleared his throat with a bit of the drink standing infront of him.
He raised his eyebrows and gave her a death glare as she said something about cheating. He then made a clinging noise with his tongue and shook his head, a laugh escaped his throat.
"Me? Cheating on you?" He licked his lips and slowly stood up, clenching his big fists and trying to keep himself back.
"You're assuming I could ever cheat on you? After everything I have done for YOU?" He was loosing his own self as he looked straight at her eyes. His blue eyes seemed almost black now, anger was going through his whole body and he found himself shaking. Something flipped inside of him and he couldn't stop his dark side anymore.
"I've been always there for you! I never judged you! I never said or did anything bad for you! You know what, Honey, I think it is time you finally grow up and stop being a child." He pushed his hand through his curls, there was nothing that could stop him right now and he knew that he would be sorry for these words after. But they kept flowing out of his mouth...
"I see why you are still there and why you love me. Loving me makes you feel better about yourself. You have everything you ever wished for. You're spoilt, Abella Valerie." He was almost growling out these words, his hands clenching into the back of his chair. He felt the urge to smash something right now and before he could notice he already held the chair in his hands and smashed it against the glass dinner table. Once the chair hit the table surface, the glass shattered all over the floor - only the metallic legs of the table were left standing. He threw the leftover wooden piece somewhere aside.
"You fucking son of a bitch!" He yelled at the table, throwing every curse he knew at it. Something made him send a quick look at Abella and soon he felt his knees getting weaker and he fell to the floor. His shoulders shook as he was looking to the floor with his blue eyes. He crawled to Abella and quickly grabbed her hands, not caring about the glass covering everything around them. He pressed his lips against her hands, his shoulders shaking again. He couldn't help it but cry at his own behaviour...
Past
Matthew was quickly getting himself ready, still limping on his leg and having his left arm in a cast - it has been only a month since he carried a guy out of the fire. Later in the day he was pronounced as a hero, local newspapers kept saying about that. It wasn't exactly what he liked, he was getting too much attention. But he couldn't stop that and had to simply move on. During that month he was slowly recovering, but still felt some pain in his ribs and had his arm bandaged up - healing a burnt wound wasn't too easy, atleast it almost covered up the tattoo he didn't like, or should he say the fire burnt it down.
He sighed and looked at his reflection in the mirror - curly hair being in a little chaos, a simple black t-shirt, some ripped jeans and his lovely heavy timberland boots. As he was looking at himself, he made sure everything was alright. That made someone behind his back laugh rather loud.
"Since when does Matthew Adams get ready for a date?" It was Charles who laid on his bed and played something on his phone. Matthew gave him his own death glare and rolled his eyes - he was right, since when did he get ready for a date. Maybe he wanted to give Abella the best impression of himself. Matthew grabbed his phone and quickly unlocked it, looking at the messages he sent to her. It was easy to get her phone number - the girl's dorm was heaven. He smirked at this thought and finally put his phone in his back pocket. Quickly looked back at his reflection and finally moved outside, grabbing his car keys as he walked.
He couldn't stop shaking as he sat down in his big black jeep - he was a fan of big cars. It was a sign of his alpha male side and he liked to show it off. Maybe the date was making him nervous, but he knew that it was time to move, he didn't want to get late. In a matter of 5 minutes he was already by the girl's dorm, the university campus wasn't too big. He could've walk to it, but he was going to take Abella to a nice place and it wasn't anywhere close the campus. It was difficult to drive with only one arm aviable, but it was all about the first impression he thought.
As soon as he shut his car, he jumped out of it and quickly made his way to the passenger seat, already seeing Abella by the doorway. He couldn't keep his little smile back and just eyed her for a good minute as she was walking down the path, straight to the car. He opened the car door for her as soon as she walked up to the car.
"You look pretty tonight, sweet-cheeks." He smiled looking at her pinkish cheeks, as she was getting inside of the car. As she did, he quickly made his way to the drivers seat and turned on the engine. The big hunk car roared beneath their bodies and the recorders came to life, the song 'Home' by Flyleaf was softly coming out of the speakers. He smirked and put one of his hands on the wheel, he was happy to win over a girl like Abella. This proved that he could anything he liked in this world and that was calming him.
"I'm not going to tell you where we are going, it is a surprise." He put his damaged hand carefully on the wheel and turned the mechanical drive in the right position with the other, that looked rather complicated, but he had no choice at this moment. He then pulled the car out of the parking lot and they headed straight out of the town. Matthew knew exactly where they were going - a summer house he owned. It was a little perk of his parents money, he could get whatever he wished for and that was his wish for his 16th birthday.
As they drove on the highway, he didn't find anything to find, but he kept shortly looking at her. He wasn't a talky guy anyway, the presence of her was soothing for him. She felt like home. When they stopped at a traffic light, he looked to his side at the setting sun, his fingers rubbing his lips as he tried to stop smiling and be so obvious.
"So beautiful.." Abella would think that he said this about the sunset, in fact he was meaning her. But he was the perfect actor and just smiled at this thought, finally driving off the traffic light.
They soon arrived to the summer house placed on the shore of a big sea - other houses were seen across it. The summer house was built with hardwood and almost mixed with the forest surrounding it. Twilight was already covering the whole place and the house was being lit by a garland going on the side of the roof. It was a cute little house with a country feel to it. Matthew knew that Abella would be the first girl who ever came to this place, usually Matt used this house only to party with his friends, which didn't include any female in their group. He turned off the car and sat for a moment looking in front of him, he quickly rubbed his sweaty palms off his jeans and then finally looked at Abella.
"Are you ready to have some fun?" He smiled at her before jumping out of the car, waiting for her to come out and finally walk to the house.
He could sense that she might wasn't too comfortable with the whole situation, it was their first date after all, but Matthew knew that it was the best thing he could come up with - it was romantic and the bed was close enough. He smirked at this thought and once he opened the door of the house and let Abella inside, he shortly looked down at her ass. He felt something twitch in his bottom part, but he simply coughed and thought of grandmas for a good moment.
"There's no electricity." He explained as they walked into the big living room, which was connected to the kitchen. One of the walls was covered by glass and the sea was right infront of them. A fireplace by the side was already lit up and the wood was slowly cracking, it was rather relaxing. Another source of lights were a bunch of battery candles placed all around the room - they weren't as romantic as real ones, but atleast there was no danger that the whole wooden house would catch on fire.
"May I offer you some drink? Wine, beer, whiskey.. Soda?" He looked at her as she was looking around the living room, making his way to the windows. He pulled out a key and put it in a lock of the window, something clicked and he started to pull the windows aside. The whole wall quickly dissapeared and the living room was now connected with the pier going outside straight to the sea. On his own private pier he had a little fireplace with some wood inside and a big comfortable sofa standing around it.
He pulled his hair back and finally turned around to Abella, waiting for her reaction, as he leaned on the kitchen corner and smirked. It was an interesting expierence for him - he never actually did something for a female, but she felt special enough to do that. He was looking at her carefully, trying to catch every single emotion of hers. He could've watched her the entire night without saying any word...
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Abella could almost hear the anger welting up inside him. She could feel the tension inside him simmer, then boil up. She knew the questions she asked were much, but it was something she needed to know. It was common though, she knew many couples do go through doubt but this was different. It wasn't doubt that was driving her to ask these questions , no. It was the neglect and almost disdain she was receiving. It mad her feel lonely and almost unimportant to him. It made her feel, bluntly useless. No matter what she did to try to change that, the feeling still lingered over her like a bad dream. A nightmare.
She new he had been at work, but, what she was unsure about was if he was at the work place the whole time, and what he even did at work. Maybe he did cheat, Maybe he did work. She didn't want any trouble to start, but that was too late now. Although she didn't regret what she said, she knew it was wrong though, and she knew it was too late to take back what she said. So, crossing leg over the other she slowly settled her hands on her lap, she prepared herself for what was about to come. Abella was almost certain this was going to end badly, so she promised herself that she would stay as cool as possible. Whatever he did, she would try her hardest, since she knew that her emotions could come out of hand, and make it worse. She kept her eyes studied on his face, scanning over it very quickly. He wasn't happy with the question. Not one bit.
She felt mocked by the laugh. Swallowing hard, she moved her eyes away from him, before unsurely letting them drift back to him. Her brown eyes gave a different burning affect. It was not of passion or love. Yet it wasn't anger. It was something very different. Something explainable. She looked up at him as he stood, keeping her posture and a straight face. And so the yelling began.
Abella listened to everything he said. She sat there patiently, waiting for him to finish. She kept herself and her feelings hushed. She just observed, but like everything, it wouldn't work forever. As he looked in her eyes, he could not read what she was thinking, or feeling. No matter how good at it he was, and how much he learnt, she managed to keep it concealed.
She wanted to stand up and hug him, and cry out that she was sorry and that she wouldn't think such things again, but if she did that, if she said those words, she knew she would be lying. Abella liked to be as truth full as possible, only telling white fibs. She looked at his hands: he was shaking. She felt the urge to calm him down, but pushed it far back into her head.
She felt her heart ache as he finished off what he was saying. She used her full birth name. She felt taken back, and very much hurt, but she wouldn't start speaking and yelling at him back, not while she was doing such a good job and staying calm. But when he picked up the chair and smashed it over the table, that really scared her. She flinched and moved back in her chair, pushing it ever so lightly. She watched him fling swear words at it. It was shocking to see him lash out like this. Over one question.
When he looked in her eyes he could see almost disappointment, fear and uncertainty. What surprised her most is when he dropped to his knees and crawled over. She let him kiss her hands. She signed out softly, getting off the chair , crouching in front of him. She move her hands out of his hands, embracing his face.
A thumb wiped off his tears. On her cheeks, he could see the result of his own actions. Her eyes were watery. A tear dibbled down her cheek. But she paid no mind to it. She broke her own silence and began to speak.
" Matthew.. I don't love you to make myself feel better about myself.. " Her voice was barely just over a whisper. " I love you because I can't help myself enough to you. Your something special to me. I love you because I feel that if I didn't I would of had broken myself.. " she wiped the other side of his face with her thumb. The way she spoke, the accent, it was soothing enough to calk the problem enough. He'd hand moved to his curls. She brushed his hair off his face carefully. She leaned forward, setting her plump lips on the top of his for head. She gave him a small kiss. " Go clean yourself up while I clean up this mess.. Okay?" She let of of him slowly, wiping her own tears off her face. And without another word she sent to find a sweeper and a dustbin to clean the mess that he made.
PAST
Abella was quite impressed with the car. She didn't look like it, but she really did like large cars. For her they felt much more spacious and less closed up, which could be a problem for her. Driving was already risky for her, she didn't want to make it worse by adding uncomfortableness to the list. None the less she wasn't driving and the car was large which put her in a good mood.
Her face turned a shade of pink as he opened the car door for her. She laughed a little and smiled at him with a special little look in her eyes. The complement he gave her and th little nickname for now made her face go even more red. She stuttered a little, letting a laugh slip out, before speaking. " Thank you." She gave him a little wink, getting inside the car carefully, tugging on her skirt ever so slightly to not let it go up, although it might of had been a plus for him, it would be quite embaressing for her. As she sat in she bucked herself up and fixed her hair, making sure she looked good. She really wanted to make a good impression on him. So far she was exited for what was in store and exited to know more about him.
The roar of the car made her even more exited, arousing the slightly adventurous side of her. She noticed the music and looked t the speaker. She liked how it sounded, she was sure to ask about that music later, but as of now she winked into the seat and watched outside of the Windows. She turned her head to him, raising an eyebrow. " Your not going to tell me? Mm.. I like sunrises.." She giggled innocently, her face flushing red. Quickly, she looked away to avoid embarrassing herself.
During the whole car ride, she had her elbow up on the window thing and her head in her hands. She was enjoying the music, and really looked like she was too. Her eyes scanned the sky. Hues of purples, reds, oranges and blue floated in the sky, mixing in harmony. She didn't mind that he wasnt talking, it didn't bother her. He didn't need to talk. His presence made her feel safe and warm.
She turned her head to him as he spoke. She leaned forward to look past his head and at the sunset, grinning ever so slightly. She leaned back into her chair and hugged her jacket tightly against her body.
Her eyes settled on the house. Tilting her head softly, she let herself scan it. It looked very nice to her, the country feel gave her a slight reminder of her home in France. She had spent most of her time on a farm house. Sure her parents had had more than enough money, but they were not interested in big houses covered in marble and gold, they were much more humble than that. The farm house she remembered owning wasn't far from the beach, and wasn't actually on a farm. It did have a huge backyard and a very far like feel to it. Turning her head to him, she shifted uncomfortably in the seat, before nodding.
" Sure..?" She watched him get out and unbuckled herself, opening her own door and hopping down , having to climb a little bit to get down.
She had her hands in front of her,mpressed together lightly. She fiddled with her own thumbs in nervousness. She found it strange that he was taking her to a house, though. But none the less she pushed the thought to the back of her head and stayed close to him, letting her eyes scan the area. She liked it. She walked in and smiled. " Thank you..!" She looked at him and gave him another small smile. He could sence the nervousness radiating off her,Along with some awkwardness,but it was kinda cute. The only reason why she was really that nervous was because she wanted to make a good impression on him.
She looked at him when he mentioned there was no electricity. She gave a little shrug. " That's fine.." She hummed out, looking at the fake candles around the place. She smiled, it was very cute to her . She got the impression that he tried to put the setting in motion. Her eyes moved to the fire place. It relaxed her very easily, her shoulders untensing and her breathing calming down. Of coarse those were things only she really noticed.
She turned to him and thought about the drink she wanted. She shrugged, not exactly sure . " Wine..?" She mumbled unsurely with a shrug. Sadly, to her, orange juice was not an option. Out of anything, that was her favourite. Nothing could beat her good Ol' OJ. She pulled her bag higher on her shoulder. It didn't carry much, just the bear necessities. Her phone, some money, lip gloss, a granola bar, a small hand held taser.. The list went on and on. Although her bad wasn't too big, it carried a lot of things, and she didn't exactly change what was in there for any events, which could be bad.
She noticed a click. She looked toward him and smiled lightly, looking at the opening wall of windows. She wa taken back by surprise. It could open? Walking toward it, she glanced at him with a pretty impressed smile. She turned her attention bck outside. She decided to speak, choosing her words carefully. " Wow.. This is.. So cool.." She laughed a little. Ofcorse if she spoke French she woudlve came up with more words to describe it and so on, but he woudldnt of had understood her.
Taiga
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Abella could almost hear the anger welting up inside him. She could feel the tension inside him simmer, then boil up. She knew the questions she asked were much, but it was something she needed to know. It was common though, she knew many couples do go through doubt but this was different. It wasn't doubt that was driving her to ask these questions , no. It was the neglect and almost disdain she was receiving. It mad her feel lonely and almost unimportant to him. It made her feel, bluntly useless. No matter what she did to try to change that, the feeling still lingered over her like a bad dream. A nightmare.
She new he had been at work, but, what she was unsure about was if he was at the work place the whole time, and what he even did at work. Maybe he did cheat, Maybe he did work. She didn't want any trouble to start, but that was too late now. Although she didn't regret what she said, she knew it was wrong though, and she knew it was too late to take back what she said. So, crossing leg over the other she slowly settled her hands on her lap, she prepared herself for what was about to come. Abella was almost certain this was going to end badly, so she promised herself that she would stay as cool as possible. Whatever he did, she would try her hardest, since she knew that her emotions could come out of hand, and make it worse. She kept her eyes studied on his face, scanning over it very quickly. He wasn't happy with the question. Not one bit.
She felt mocked by the laugh. Swallowing hard, she moved her eyes away from him, before unsurely letting them drift back to him. Her brown eyes gave a different burning affect. It was not of passion or love. Yet it wasn't anger. It was something very different. Something explainable. She looked up at him as he stood, keeping her posture and a straight face. And so the yelling began.
Abella listened to everything he said. She sat there patiently, waiting for him to finish. She kept herself and her feelings hushed. She just observed, but like everything, it wouldn't work forever. As he looked in her eyes, he could not read what she was thinking, or feeling. No matter how good at it he was, and how much he learnt, she managed to keep it concealed.
She wanted to stand up and hug him, and cry out that she was sorry and that she wouldn't think such things again, but if she did that, if she said those words, she knew she would be lying. Abella liked to be as truth full as possible, only telling white fibs. She looked at his hands: he was shaking. She felt the urge to calm him down, but pushed it far back into her head.
She felt her heart ache as he finished off what he was saying. She used her full birth name. She felt taken back, and very much hurt, but she wouldn't start speaking and yelling at him back, not while she was doing such a good job and staying calm. But when he picked up the chair and smashed it over the table, that really scared her. She flinched and moved back in her chair, pushing it ever so lightly. She watched him fling swear words at it. It was shocking to see him lash out like this. Over one question.
When he looked in her eyes he could see almost disappointment, fear and uncertainty. What surprised her most is when he dropped to his knees and crawled over. She let him kiss her hands. She signed out softly, getting off the chair , crouching in front of him. She move her hands out of his hands, embracing his face.
A thumb wiped off his tears. On her cheeks, he could see the result of his own actions. Her eyes were watery. A tear dibbled down her cheek. But she paid no mind to it. She broke her own silence and began to speak.
" Matthew.. I don't love you to make myself feel better about myself.. " Her voice was barely just over a whisper. " I love you because I can't help myself enough to you. Your something special to me. I love you because I feel that if I didn't I would of had broken myself.. " she wiped the other side of his face with her thumb. The way she spoke, the accent, it was soothing enough to calk the problem enough. He'd hand moved to his curls. She brushed his hair off his face carefully. She leaned forward, setting her plump lips on the top of his for head. She gave him a small kiss. " Go clean yourself up while I clean up this mess.. Okay?" She let of of him slowly, wiping her own tears off her face. And without another word she sent to find a sweeper and a dustbin to clean the mess that he made.
PAST
Abella was quite impressed with the car. She didn't look like it, but she really did like large cars. For her they felt much more spacious and less closed up, which could be a problem for her. Driving was already risky for her, she didn't want to make it worse by adding uncomfortableness to the list. None the less she wasn't driving and the car was large which put her in a good mood.
Her face turned a shade of pink as he opened the car door for her. She laughed a little and smiled at him with a special little look in her eyes. The complement he gave her and th little nickname for now made her face go even more red. She stuttered a little, letting a laugh slip out, before speaking. " Thank you." She gave him a little wink, getting inside the car carefully, tugging on her skirt ever so slightly to not let it go up, although it might of had been a plus for him, it would be quite embaressing for her. As she sat in she bucked herself up and fixed her hair, making sure she looked good. She really wanted to make a good impression on him. So far she was exited for what was in store and exited to know more about him.
The roar of the car made her even more exited, arousing the slightly adventurous side of her. She noticed the music and looked t the speaker. She liked how it sounded, she was sure to ask about that music later, but as of now she winked into the seat and watched outside of the Windows. She turned her head to him, raising an eyebrow. " Your not going to tell me? Mm.. I like sunrises.." She giggled innocently, her face flushing red. Quickly, she looked away to avoid embarrassing herself.
During the whole car ride, she had her elbow up on the window thing and her head in her hands. She was enjoying the music, and really looked like she was too. Her eyes scanned the sky. Hues of purples, reds, oranges and blue floated in the sky, mixing in harmony. She didn't mind that he wasnt talking, it didn't bother her. He didn't need to talk. His presence made her feel safe and warm.
She turned her head to him as he spoke. She leaned forward to look past his head and at the sunset, grinning ever so slightly. She leaned back into her chair and hugged her jacket tightly against her body.
Her eyes settled on the house. Tilting her head softly, she let herself scan it. It looked very nice to her, the country feel gave her a slight reminder of her home in France. She had spent most of her time on a farm house. Sure her parents had had more than enough money, but they were not interested in big houses covered in marble and gold, they were much more humble than that. The farm house she remembered owning wasn't far from the beach, and wasn't actually on a farm. It did have a huge backyard and a very far like feel to it. Turning her head to him, she shifted uncomfortably in the seat, before nodding.
" Sure..?" She watched him get out and unbuckled herself, opening her own door and hopping down , having to climb a little bit to get down.
She had her hands in front of her,mpressed together lightly. She fiddled with her own thumbs in nervousness. She found it strange that he was taking her to a house, though. But none the less she pushed the thought to the back of her head and stayed close to him, letting her eyes scan the area. She liked it. She walked in and smiled. " Thank you..!" She looked at him and gave him another small smile. He could sence the nervousness radiating off her,Along with some awkwardness,but it was kinda cute. The only reason why she was really that nervous was because she wanted to make a good impression on him.
She looked at him when he mentioned there was no electricity. She gave a little shrug. " That's fine.." She hummed out, looking at the fake candles around the place. She smiled, it was very cute to her . She got the impression that he tried to put the setting in motion. Her eyes moved to the fire place. It relaxed her very easily, her shoulders untensing and her breathing calming down. Of coarse those were things only she really noticed.
She turned to him and thought about the drink she wanted. She shrugged, not exactly sure . " Wine..?" She mumbled unsurely with a shrug. Sadly, to her, orange juice was not an option. Out of anything, that was her favourite. Nothing could beat her good Ol' OJ. She pulled her bag higher on her shoulder. It didn't carry much, just the bear necessities. Her phone, some money, lip gloss, a granola bar, a small hand held taser.. The list went on and on. Although her bad wasn't too big, it carried a lot of things, and she didn't exactly change what was in there for any events, which could be bad.
She noticed a click. She looked toward him and smiled lightly, looking at the opening wall of windows. She wa taken back by surprise. It could open? Walking toward it, she glanced at him with a pretty impressed smile. She turned her attention bck outside. She decided to speak, choosing her words carefully. " Wow.. This is.. So cool.." She laughed a little. Ofcorse if she spoke French she woudlve came up with more words to describe it and so on, but he woudldnt of had understood her.
Taiga
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Taiga
Crazy Сat Lover
As Matthew watched her, he could tell that she was French - her accent was giving it out. He smirked and turned around to pull out a bottle of wine. He then moved to the drawer in order to get some glass. Now it was time to open the wine bottle, which got him in an unpleasant opinion and he looked at the bottle for a good second thinking how he could open it using one hand. He closed his eyes and sighed, finally grabbing into the bottle, swirling the opener inside of the wooden lid. He bit into his bottom lip and grabbed the opener with his healthy hand, grabbing into the bottle with his bandaged hand. Despite the pain, he pulled the wooden piece out and let out a few quiet curses out of his mouth. Using his arm was still painful for him - not only the skin was damaged, but also some of the muscles. One thing did calm him down though - it was his left arm.
He spilled some wine into the glasses and took them with one hand, before turning around and finally making his way to the little coffee table by the sofa. He carefully put the glasses down and turned around to Abella, hovering over her petite body. He smirked at the thought of how small she was.
"I don't think you'll need that. If you're keeping a pepper spray in it, I swear I'll do nothing that could make you use it." He carefully reached to her shoulder as he looked into her brown eyes and grabbed into the bag, carefully pulling it off her shoulder and putting by the sofa. He turned back to her and looked down, giving her a little smile before he grabbed her little hand in his big one and lead her to the sofa infront of the fireplace. He sat her down and carefully placed his big body on the sofa - it wasn't an easy task when you had your ribs broken a month ago. He tried to hide his pain as best as he could, finally smirking and looking back at Abella. He reached for one glass of wine and gave it to her.
"We also have some food - I ordered chineese food beforehand. I'm not the best cook." He leaned his head to the side and looked at her again. He looked like an owl, curiously eyeing someone. It was something new for him and he had no clue what he should say or do. He usually did things quickly - lead a girl to the bed where words are uneccesary. Something clicked in his head and he took a gaze at her bare legs, what if she was a virgin and that was the reason she was so shy. He suddenly looked up at the ceiling and started to imagine grandmas, clowns, zombies. He swallowed hard and then finally looked back down at Abella. Great, Matthew, things get awkward...
"I asume you're from France? Your accent.."
He spilled some wine into the glasses and took them with one hand, before turning around and finally making his way to the little coffee table by the sofa. He carefully put the glasses down and turned around to Abella, hovering over her petite body. He smirked at the thought of how small she was.
"I don't think you'll need that. If you're keeping a pepper spray in it, I swear I'll do nothing that could make you use it." He carefully reached to her shoulder as he looked into her brown eyes and grabbed into the bag, carefully pulling it off her shoulder and putting by the sofa. He turned back to her and looked down, giving her a little smile before he grabbed her little hand in his big one and lead her to the sofa infront of the fireplace. He sat her down and carefully placed his big body on the sofa - it wasn't an easy task when you had your ribs broken a month ago. He tried to hide his pain as best as he could, finally smirking and looking back at Abella. He reached for one glass of wine and gave it to her.
"We also have some food - I ordered chineese food beforehand. I'm not the best cook." He leaned his head to the side and looked at her again. He looked like an owl, curiously eyeing someone. It was something new for him and he had no clue what he should say or do. He usually did things quickly - lead a girl to the bed where words are uneccesary. Something clicked in his head and he took a gaze at her bare legs, what if she was a virgin and that was the reason she was so shy. He suddenly looked up at the ceiling and started to imagine grandmas, clowns, zombies. He swallowed hard and then finally looked back down at Abella. Great, Matthew, things get awkward...
"I asume you're from France? Your accent.."
Dibbydoo
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As Matthew went to get the two wine, she carefully stepped out on the Pier. She looked up at the heavens, admiring the white stars sprinkled across the navy blue night sky. It made her feel warm, and even more at home. Sure, she missed France, but this land gave her many opportunities to learn and perceive, to be what she wanted to be, and even fit in some sneaky stuff on the side. She put her hands in front of herself, folded patiently. She slowly moved to the coffee table, her heels clacking against the floor. Abella was curious about this place. It was so familiar to her, yet, she had never been anywhere like this, it was quite the odd yet nostalgic feeling. Abella didn't notice that he was in pain but if she did she most likely would have had snatched the bottle off him and done it herself. Abella was quite the mothering kind of girl, it was almost prime instinct for her.
She walked herself up the pear and to the coffee table, looking out to the sea. The sounds of waves crashing into rocks far away and the sound of the water moving were very calming to her. It made her feel less nervous about the date and her impression on him. She brushed some of her hair behind her ears, wanting to get a clear view of the scene in front of her.
Abella turned to face him, looking up at him with a starry gaze that matched the sky. She almost felt protected as he pretty much towered over him. It didn't matter if she wore heels or not, he would always be taller than her. She laughed a little as he spoke, looking at her bag. " Yeah... I guess there is no reason to have it on..." She watched him carefully, before looking up and blushing. " N-Not like I have pepper spray in there.." She quickly clarified, her face going red. Good one Abella, real smooth. She let him take her bag, almost writing down a mental note of where he put it. As he held her hand, she flushed a red color. She followed close behind her, making sure not to trip over her own shadow like she always did. Luckily, she survived and managed to sit beside him. She wasn't too close, maybe a bit far from him. She saw the pain seep out of his expression ever so slightly. She smiled awkwardly back at him, letting go of his hand slowly- it was almost as if she were hesitant to actually let go.
"Thank you..."Abella took the wine glass and smiled, sipping from it. She liked the taste, but it was hard to tell, expecialy when she didnt keep it in her hand and put it back on the table. Looking at him she tilted her head. Chinease? She didnt eat other cultural foods, she prefered to stick to french dishes and maybe evensome italin dishes here and there. It wasnt bad to try new things so she didnt see much fault in him doing that. " Oh, thats fine... " She gave him a warm smile and set her hands against her knees, her shoulders tensing up ever so slightly. She didnt notice how he was staring at her. She stared at the fire, enjoying the cracling sounds as it drowned out the waves.
She perked up when he spoke, blushing lightly. " Uhm, yeah, I am french..! Its proably easy to tell but I was born there..." She laughed a little more, looking up at him with a blush. " And you were born here, no? The UK?" She picked up her wine glass and sipped from it once more, listing carefully.
She walked herself up the pear and to the coffee table, looking out to the sea. The sounds of waves crashing into rocks far away and the sound of the water moving were very calming to her. It made her feel less nervous about the date and her impression on him. She brushed some of her hair behind her ears, wanting to get a clear view of the scene in front of her.
Abella turned to face him, looking up at him with a starry gaze that matched the sky. She almost felt protected as he pretty much towered over him. It didn't matter if she wore heels or not, he would always be taller than her. She laughed a little as he spoke, looking at her bag. " Yeah... I guess there is no reason to have it on..." She watched him carefully, before looking up and blushing. " N-Not like I have pepper spray in there.." She quickly clarified, her face going red. Good one Abella, real smooth. She let him take her bag, almost writing down a mental note of where he put it. As he held her hand, she flushed a red color. She followed close behind her, making sure not to trip over her own shadow like she always did. Luckily, she survived and managed to sit beside him. She wasn't too close, maybe a bit far from him. She saw the pain seep out of his expression ever so slightly. She smiled awkwardly back at him, letting go of his hand slowly- it was almost as if she were hesitant to actually let go.
"Thank you..."Abella took the wine glass and smiled, sipping from it. She liked the taste, but it was hard to tell, expecialy when she didnt keep it in her hand and put it back on the table. Looking at him she tilted her head. Chinease? She didnt eat other cultural foods, she prefered to stick to french dishes and maybe evensome italin dishes here and there. It wasnt bad to try new things so she didnt see much fault in him doing that. " Oh, thats fine... " She gave him a warm smile and set her hands against her knees, her shoulders tensing up ever so slightly. She didnt notice how he was staring at her. She stared at the fire, enjoying the cracling sounds as it drowned out the waves.
She perked up when he spoke, blushing lightly. " Uhm, yeah, I am french..! Its proably easy to tell but I was born there..." She laughed a little more, looking up at him with a blush. " And you were born here, no? The UK?" She picked up her wine glass and sipped from it once more, listing carefully.
Taiga
Crazy Сat Lover
*Listen to the audio while reading it for extra emotions
*He watched her carefully, as she was being shy and looking away at the fire. He saw the little spark of the fire inside of her eyes and that view made his heart itch a bit. Matthew couldn't say exactly what he was expieriencing at this very moment, but it felt nice and he didn't want to loose it. He looked at the fire again, thinking about the lovely grandmas and trying to keep himself back. It was a little pleasant torture for him - so good, yet so painful.
"Yes, I was born in the UK. Not so far from here actually." The room filled with silence again and Matthew didn't even know what to do about it except just jumping at her and bringing her to bed, but that wasn't an option at this moment. Everything just felt right at this moment, the silence was crushing, but it was a nice silence, as if they lived for 50 years together. Yet Matthew still had to do something about it.
"Listen, I..." He sat up, feeling a little pain in his rib cage, before turning to her and looking at her eyes. "I'm bad at this. I truly am. I.. I agree that I have no idea.. How.. How things work." Matthew suddenly frowned and looked at the carpet, great, now he sounded like a virgin who doesn't know how things happen. He indeed did know that very well, so he coughed. "I.. I mean.." He felt blush coming up on his unshaved cheeks. Great, now Matthew Adams was blushing like a 5 year old girl. It looked rather comical - a big hulk like him blushing like a girl. He rubbed his face with one of his hands and peeked through his fingers at Abella.
"You're a mess, Matthew" He didn't notice he whispered that to himself as he was staring at the carpet.
Matthew suddenly jumped up, almost collapsing back down because of the sharp pain in his ribs, but he managed to deal with his pain and turned around to grab a blanket. He then looked outside, it was already dark enough - which was creepy in a way, because there was no source of light except the little candles and the fireplace. "Could you... Could you grab some pillows?" He prayed to god that she wouldn't get scared of his awkward and creepy actions. He sent her an encouraging little smirk and made his way outside to the pier.
It was a warm early autumn night. The sky was clear, millions of stars covering it and a moon shining down. A light breeze was in the air. The sounds of the waves hitting the stones were soft and soothing. Some bugs crickered in the bushes, owls made their noices in the trees. Other from that it was a very quiet and dark night, only the candles and some houses far away across the sea were giving a little source of light. Matthew quickly moved to the edge of the pier and spreaded the blanket down. He saw that Abella was rather shy coming up to the blanket, yet again he smiled and carefully took the pillows, putting them down on the blanket.
"I am bad at.. Talking. I can not express the way I feel. I am.. I am a big stone. I can not explain everything... But.. Come down here." He carefully lead her to the blanket and sat down on it, hoping she won't get scared off and run away somewhere into the forest. Matthew laid himself down, trying to not hurt himself, finally resting his curly head on the pillow. He looked up at the sky and thought for a moment that this was way to sentimental and he would never get so 'vanilla' with a girl. In fact he always thought that he was the 'macho' who didn't need to do anything to get laid. But this girl.. This girl was special and something told him that his usual way of doing things wouldn't work. He was already 23 years old and something was telling him that it was the time for a change, the time for something new.
He looked at Abella, inviting her to lay down by his side and look up at the sky. Matthew felt the urge to feel her right now. He couldn't resist that and carefully moved his big hand over her petite one. He swallowed heavily and finally said what was needed to be said. The most important thing.
"I can not express, but I can show." It was the exact moment Abella looked up at the sky. Millions of stars and galaxies were right above them. Stars - they are the evidence of the creation of the whole universe. The evidence of something new and it was truly beautiful...
Dibbydoo
Dibbydoo
squeek
**Y'know, for the feels.**
The fire showed in her foggy green eyes. The colors mixed together in harmony. It was like a ravaging forest fire, and it consumed him, every little bit. She noticed he was staring at her again. She turned her head at him, blushing harshly. She smiled, before looking back at the fire. In all honesty, she didn't mind the serene silence, it mad her more comfortable. less nervous. At least she didn't need to say anything that would embarrass her.
She smiled in response to what he said. Abella's lips were tinted red ever so slightly from the wine. She let her eyes settle on him for a second, that almost felt like hours. She looked away hesitantly, closing her eyes softly. He could feel the almost angel-like pureness and innocence radiating off her. If anything, Abella loved the silence, it almost caressed her into calmness. Her breathing was barely noticeable. She opened her eyes and stared back at the fire.
When Matthew began to talk, Ab moved her eyes to him. She didn't want to seem intimidating, but she couldn't help it. It was her eyes. It was always her eyes. They were humble but powerful with emotion. It wasn't like she could help it. She felt a smile creep up her lips. She understood what he meant, and what he was trying to say, but it was adorable to her knowing that he couldn't find the words. She gave him a certain look. She didn't even have to say anything to get what she meant across. The look almost told him that she understood what he meant. It was a weird sensation for both parties. She felt almost special, knowing that he was blushing and almost stuttering over her. Never had she have this happen to her.
As he jumped up, she almost shot up with him. Not only from being startled but from noticing the pain that pretty much shot through him. She chewed on her bottom lip a little bit, before finally speaking. " Be careful..." She almost stressed at him. At his request he nodded, standing up and grabbing some pillows. She didn't find it the weirdest thing, although she had to trust him on this one. Maybe he had a great idea for the two of them. She hopes she was right. She almost felt comforted by the smile, so she followed him outside to the pier.
Abella watched him, tiring to guess what he was doing, and nothing. She couldn't think of anything. She looked out to the sea, still holding the pillows. Her sensed were in tune with the sounds of animals and insects, along with the rushing water. She let her eyes pick out small details. The dark blue sea and the almost black rocks, along with small lights in the distance that reminded her of fireflies, and the smell of sea salt wafting into her nose. It just set the mood for her. She turned and saw the blanket on the floor. She walked up to it, becoming rather curious. She held the two pillows in front of her unsurely, her eyebrows furrowing. She handed him the pillows unsurely, tilting her head.
She watched him sit down, all while listing to him. Following him, she smiled at his words. She knew that not to be true, at least not to her, He probably just had a hard time trying to express feelings. much like most guys. She carefully sat down beside him, making sure her skirt didn't go up. She looked down at him, resting her head on her bare knees. She watched him lay down. She stared at him with a sutle silence, smiling softly. When he invited her to lay down she fized her skirt a little. She layed her back to the floor, adjusting her head on the pillow to be comfortable. Soon enough she looked up , and the view was breath taking. She stared at it, she coudnt say anything at all.
She felt his hand ontop of hers. She blushed quite easily. Still staring at the stars, she slid her fingers inbetween his, clenching his hand ever so slightly. " This.. Its so..." She breathed out. Nnever in her life had she been so breath taken. The start reflected on her eyes, she was quite litteretly starry-eyed. He could see the soft rising and falling of her chest , everything seemed so calm and warm.
Taiga
(Hope this is good!
Taiga
Crazy Сat Lover
Your future self is watching you right now through memories. Do yourself a favor and make it something worth watching.
Present
"Abella... Wait, I'll clean up everything myself. I'm responsible for this." He looked down at the glass lying by his feet and stepped out for her. He stopped her from getting all the clean up essentials and simply sent her to go sleep. It would've been unfair if he let her clean everything up. After she left, he quickly grabbed everything and went to the 'crime' scene, to clean up the whole mess. He also made a note in his head to buy a new table, preferably a wooden one, just in case he decides to smash his chair against it one more time. He sighed and sat down by the wall, looking at the big open space living room. Everything was now cleaned up - only the metallic legs of the table were standing. He looked at his watch, it was already past midnight. He placed his head in his hands and thought about how this could happen.
They've been lovers for around 8 years now, but suddenly something happened and their love dissapeared somewhere. He remembered how they first met, his first impression of her. He knew that this girl is going to steal his heart. Matthew bit his nail and looked up at the ceiling, thinking how he could fix everything. He groaned, Abella was always a tough girl for him. She was different and sometimes he just didn't knew how to handle it. He even thought that she wasn't his type. He didn't even deserve such girl like her. Thoughts were rolling through his mind for around an hour when he finally gave up.
Matthew jumped up, put away the clean up essentials and did the best thing he could at this very moment - go to sleep. He didn't go to their bedroom though, he moved straight to the big sofa in the living room. The day was exhausting and he just fell on it, hugging the first pillow which got under his arm and drifted off to sleep.
Past
Matthew was lying in his bed, Charles snoring as always on the other one. He was analyzing their date and that made him smile as he was watching the ceiling and imaging the stars above him. They didn't talk much, but they lay on the pier for a good amount of time, before both of them felt sleepy and Matthew decided to bring her back home. He sighed - they didn't even get to the first base, all they did is hold hands and then hug each other at the end. It wasn't too bad, it was just rather unusual for Matthew. He somehow felt bad for thinking about erotical stuff and this made him thinking wether she is saving up for marriage or not. But that didn't actually stop him, if she did, he knew that he would ask her to marry him. He knew that this girl is a part of his life now. Maybe she doesn't know it yet, but he does...
Dibbydoo
(I'm sorry, it's so sloopy)
Dibbydoo
squeek
When you forgive, you in no way change the past - but you sure do change the future
PRESENTAbella insisted on cleaning it, but rolled her eyes as he protested, turning and going to the bedroom. She closed the door, going to the bathroom attached to the bedroom. She went to the sink and washed her face, beginning to wipe off any makeup she had - all while contemplating what she was going to do. She looked at herself in the mirror. Abella looked like a mess, and she agreed with it. Messy hair, almost black bags under her eyes and pale skin with few blemishes. She shook her head and grabbed a hair tie, Pulling her hair back. She decided to brush her teeth to stretch the time further, listing to the glass being moved in the other room, over the sounds of the bristles on her teeth. She finished, rinsing out her mouth. She walked out, and opened her closet. She reached in to get some new clothing, tossing it on the bed. A jumper and a pair of leggings. Good enough. She undressed from her clothing and slipped in the new one, packing it up. She spent some time in the room, letting her eyes scan over everything for a while.
Abella moved to the door and looked out. So, he sent himself to the couch. Good, that meant she didn't have to do it. She went back to the room and put on some socks and runners, before picking up her phone. She scrolled down her contacts, Pressing on Claudia's name. She brought up the text messages , and began to type. She shot her a message. ''Pick me up, I'll explain later." She shoved her phone in her pocket and walked to her husband, that was asleep on the couch. She grabbed a 'To do list' note and picked up the pen, wring on it and sticking it on the pillow beside him, walking off. Within only a few minutes, Claudia was in front of the house. She texted Abella this, making sure not to make any noise.
Picking up her purse and hr own set of the house keys, she opened the door and closed it behind her, locking it. She began to head down to Claudia's car. Claudia had been just as equally successful, the only thing that was different was that she chased her dreams and became what she wanted to. She was a five star chef, and loved her job. Abella opened the car door and fell into the car, closing it and not even bothering to close it. Claudia began to drive. The two sat in the silence. Claudia glanced at Abella, before slowly turning on the music to break the silence. The good think about this friendship was that they didn't even have to utter a word to understand what was happening.
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There was a note next to Matthew. It had Abella's hand writing on it, and it said 'Have fun at work.' along with a smiley face in the corner and an XOXO under that smiley face. Abella almost knew that would hurt him, as much as he hurt her. Every time he was away, ignored her, came home late and left early - this made up for all of it.
PAST
Abella was smiling as she laid in the bed. She knew exactly what she was doing. She wanted to give him more than just a hug that night, but she wanted to wait at the same time. Her mother always told her to make the boy wait. If he really did like you then he would stay, but of coarse if the boy had other intentions then he would grow inpatient and leave. She saw that to be true, in many cases. Claudia looked down at her and threw her makeup pallet at her. " Stop ogling over your new boyfriend, looser.." Claudia chuckled lightly, making Abella roll her eyes, but the smile didn't go. " He is not my boyfriend.." She blushed harshly. Claudia sighed out and laid in her bed. " Whatever,Night looser." She sighed out calmly and close dher eyes. Abella closed her eyes, and dreamt of the stars they were looking at that night.
Taiga
Crazy Сat Lover
On the edge of the future
Matthew's subconscious
I always thought about why I was born. What is my purpose in life? Since being almost a teenager I always wanted to be an artist. I loved the way my hand held a pen and moved above a paper creating the images from my head. My imagination was my best friend - it could do anything. You could say I'm blessed, I have the ability to show my imagination through paper. I was the creator of something new, but something happened. Well, the decision of my parents happened. It's not as if I didn't had a choice, in fact, I did have one, but I was too spoilt to turn away from the trustfund and pursue the career of an artist. Sometimes I think about it and regret choosing the trustfund. I would've regret it for the rest of my life, but someone happened. Abella... Mon belle... She made my life brighter from the moment I saw her in the bar. Her caramel hair, deep brown eyes, they immediately caught me into their trap. I couldn't get out of it and now it looks like I do... I didn't turn away from the opportunity of a buisness company, mostly because of her. She had hard time in college and I knew that I'm responsible for our future. This makes me think - is she really worth it? After we met our lives went down hill. Yes, we loved each other, but difficult decisions were made - I had to go work at the buisness company, she had to find a job. But who knew she would choose art as her career. I always thought she was more of the 'buisness woman' kind, but I was wrong. She... She stole my dream, but I also stole hers. I don't know what I'm fighting for anymore. Something tells me she is going to leave. Who knows, maybe it is for the best. Sometimes you give up fighting...
Present
Once Matthew woke up, he suddenly jumped. That was a bad idea - his neck was hurting as if it was burning in hell. He sighed and rubbed his neck, looking around. The house wasn't as 'agressive' as it was last night. Everything was cleaned up now and it was rather calm. Matt wondered where Abella is, she could've left to her art studio already. As he was looking around, a little post note caught his eye. He leaned down to the pillow and carefully took the note from the pillow. He smirked as he saw the writting on it - Abella used to do that all the time way back before. He looked at it for another second and bend it in half, putting it into his back pocket of his jeans.
He soon appeared in the master bathroom, seeing his mess aka his face in the mirror. He didn't shave for almost a week already and it was getting pretty 'big'. It did suit him, but it just wasn't his style. He decided to firstly wash his face with cold water and then start shaving. As he was reaching for the shave gel, something stopped him. He frowned and looked around, the bathroom was too.. it was too empty.
"What in the world... Abella!?" He yelled and rushed out of the bathroom, straight to their bedroom. He growled something and ran up to the wardrobe, pulling it open. Her side was empty. He smashed the wall with his foot and looked around for his phone. As he was looking for it, million of thoughts were running through his mind - is it because of him? Was it too much yesterday? Why did she leave? What happened?
He soon found the phone and grabbed it, pressing the number 1 - it was a short cut to Abella's contact. He said some curses under his breath and put the phone to his ear - "Subscriber not aviable". He threw the phone on the rug and yelled something more, feeling the urge to smash something. It was Saturday and he didn't have work today. He groaned at himself again, the home felt suddenly hostile - it was empty and full of anger. So, he did the most silly thing he could do in this situation - he called Jackson. They weren't real friends, but Jackson was a party guy and he knew the best clubs around.
He was now sitting in his car, already making his way through the town, straight to a underground strip club, which was working 24/7. It was good for him, since it was only around 11 am in the morning. Atleast Jackson didn't refuse to party this early, mostly because he owed him. As Matt was driving, he kept calling Abella for more than 50 times. He thought if she would answer him, he would turn around and drive home before doing a stupid thing he's going to regret in a day. She didn't answer and he finally freaked out, throwing the phone out of his window, while he was driving around 60 mph. He laughed and thought about Abella in a bad way, saying she's somewhere between a bitch and a whore, not a big difference.
Matthew gave up everything just for this girl. It wasn't the full truth, but the thought kept growing bigger and bigger. Soon it grew roots into his brains and he couldn't stop destroying himself. Well, he came up to the strip club, meeting up with Jackson. It was time to finally relax for the first time in 10 years. He forgot how to get drunk and smoke, it was time to remember these things. He also felt like remembering his hook up skills, he knew that the ladies at the strip club would get into his charm as quick as light. Rage overtook his body and Abella was pushed way back into his mind. All he wanted is to have some fun...
Dibbydoo
Matthew's subconscious
I always thought about why I was born. What is my purpose in life? Since being almost a teenager I always wanted to be an artist. I loved the way my hand held a pen and moved above a paper creating the images from my head. My imagination was my best friend - it could do anything. You could say I'm blessed, I have the ability to show my imagination through paper. I was the creator of something new, but something happened. Well, the decision of my parents happened. It's not as if I didn't had a choice, in fact, I did have one, but I was too spoilt to turn away from the trustfund and pursue the career of an artist. Sometimes I think about it and regret choosing the trustfund. I would've regret it for the rest of my life, but someone happened. Abella... Mon belle... She made my life brighter from the moment I saw her in the bar. Her caramel hair, deep brown eyes, they immediately caught me into their trap. I couldn't get out of it and now it looks like I do... I didn't turn away from the opportunity of a buisness company, mostly because of her. She had hard time in college and I knew that I'm responsible for our future. This makes me think - is she really worth it? After we met our lives went down hill. Yes, we loved each other, but difficult decisions were made - I had to go work at the buisness company, she had to find a job. But who knew she would choose art as her career. I always thought she was more of the 'buisness woman' kind, but I was wrong. She... She stole my dream, but I also stole hers. I don't know what I'm fighting for anymore. Something tells me she is going to leave. Who knows, maybe it is for the best. Sometimes you give up fighting...
Present
Once Matthew woke up, he suddenly jumped. That was a bad idea - his neck was hurting as if it was burning in hell. He sighed and rubbed his neck, looking around. The house wasn't as 'agressive' as it was last night. Everything was cleaned up now and it was rather calm. Matt wondered where Abella is, she could've left to her art studio already. As he was looking around, a little post note caught his eye. He leaned down to the pillow and carefully took the note from the pillow. He smirked as he saw the writting on it - Abella used to do that all the time way back before. He looked at it for another second and bend it in half, putting it into his back pocket of his jeans.
He soon appeared in the master bathroom, seeing his mess aka his face in the mirror. He didn't shave for almost a week already and it was getting pretty 'big'. It did suit him, but it just wasn't his style. He decided to firstly wash his face with cold water and then start shaving. As he was reaching for the shave gel, something stopped him. He frowned and looked around, the bathroom was too.. it was too empty.
"What in the world... Abella!?" He yelled and rushed out of the bathroom, straight to their bedroom. He growled something and ran up to the wardrobe, pulling it open. Her side was empty. He smashed the wall with his foot and looked around for his phone. As he was looking for it, million of thoughts were running through his mind - is it because of him? Was it too much yesterday? Why did she leave? What happened?
He soon found the phone and grabbed it, pressing the number 1 - it was a short cut to Abella's contact. He said some curses under his breath and put the phone to his ear - "Subscriber not aviable". He threw the phone on the rug and yelled something more, feeling the urge to smash something. It was Saturday and he didn't have work today. He groaned at himself again, the home felt suddenly hostile - it was empty and full of anger. So, he did the most silly thing he could do in this situation - he called Jackson. They weren't real friends, but Jackson was a party guy and he knew the best clubs around.
He was now sitting in his car, already making his way through the town, straight to a underground strip club, which was working 24/7. It was good for him, since it was only around 11 am in the morning. Atleast Jackson didn't refuse to party this early, mostly because he owed him. As Matt was driving, he kept calling Abella for more than 50 times. He thought if she would answer him, he would turn around and drive home before doing a stupid thing he's going to regret in a day. She didn't answer and he finally freaked out, throwing the phone out of his window, while he was driving around 60 mph. He laughed and thought about Abella in a bad way, saying she's somewhere between a bitch and a whore, not a big difference.
Matthew gave up everything just for this girl. It wasn't the full truth, but the thought kept growing bigger and bigger. Soon it grew roots into his brains and he couldn't stop destroying himself. Well, he came up to the strip club, meeting up with Jackson. It was time to finally relax for the first time in 10 years. He forgot how to get drunk and smoke, it was time to remember these things. He also felt like remembering his hook up skills, he knew that the ladies at the strip club would get into his charm as quick as light. Rage overtook his body and Abella was pushed way back into his mind. All he wanted is to have some fun...
Dibbydoo
Dibbydoo
squeek
Abella-future notebook input
I never thought I would miss how it was. I miss being a child, in France. I can still remember the smell of flowers and nature, and the sound of my pencil hitting paper to write down what I knew. I was obnoxious , but, I knew what I wanted. It was so simple to me back then. I was certain I would follow in my mothers footsteps, become one of the best business women of her kind. It would be a dream come true. I wanted to live up to my family name- which is why I moved to America. It held oppoutunity, chance, and so many more that France couldn't offer. But, it held more than my education. It held where my life would be made, and where it would just fall apart. I still remember what my mother told me. To make him wait, to see if he really loved you. But, his smell. How his hair would look in the morning. How soft his hand was against my own skin. My first impressions on him. I couldn't hold my self back. Matthew changed my life. I still don't know if it was for the better. We didn't share the same dreams- we almost stole each others. He wanted to be an artist. I wanted to be a business woman. He had a reputation for a family to hold. He had money. The proper education. The perfect image for an employer.
And what did I have?
I had my aspirations. My childhood dreams. But I knew that when I met Mathew, I wouldn't have my dreams fulfilled . Anyone would choose him over me. And I don't see anything wrong with that. I couldn't get a job as a business woman, so I found the second best thing. Being an artist. It was wrong for me to get that job, but, I had to provide for us too. It was my second best option.
I didn't want to leave. I loved him, and still do. But I felt as if I had to leave. That night, it wasn't about his anger, and what he did. It was about what we became. I couldn't feel the love between us anymore. And as much as I regret it, I have to move on with my life.
Present.
The morning sun seeped through the curtains. It cascaded onto the sheets of the bed Abella was in, softly caressing the pillows. Smoke drifted out of Abellas lips and nose. The light caught into the smoke, Abella watching. For the first time ever, Abella was smoking. This was a rare sight. She never smoked, and always swore to herself that she wouldn't ever smoke. She pressed the butt of the cigarette to her lips, inhaling the toxins. Tear marks stained Abellas face. She was more pale, her lips and nose were a red colour. Under her eyes were dark, a slight pink pigment showing up. Her eyes were lightly puffy, due to the crying. Her hair was a morning mess. She hadn't slept at all, it was a wrestles night for her.
Claudia looked inside the room, to find Abella staring into the exhaled smoke. This was sereous. Claudia had never seen Abella like this. She knew Matthew wasn't bad news, at least she didn't think so. Seeing her like this, it was heart breaking. Claudia slowly stepped inside of the room, walking to Abella, or what was left of her. " Are you hungry, Abella?" She asked carefully. Abella simply just shook her head, sucking on the cigarette like it was some candy.
Claudia let a sigh escape her nose. She sat next to Abella, and pushed Abellas head softly into her chest. " You'll be fine. It's probably for the best, okay..? Just, hang in there.." Claudia pressed her lips on Abellas forhead. Abella smiled lightly, her eyes tearing up. " Thank you.." Was the only thing that could be let out. Claudia slowly stood up. " When I'm back. You better of had showered. You deserve a shopping spree. Okay ?" Claudia smiled. Abella slowly nodded, watching Claudia leave.
After Claudia left, Abella burnt out the cigarette in the ashtray. There were five other butts in there, being crushed up. Abella made her way to the bathroom, avoiding the mirrors. She undressed, turned on the shower, and went in. She grabbed the soap and shampoo, sitting down and slowly washing herself. Once she was done, she curled up under the water, closing her eyes.
She let the small beads of water hit her skin, until she was ready to get on.
This took a long while.
Once Abella got out, she lazily began to dry herself. She wrapped the towel around herself, making her way out quickly before even bsving a chance to catch a glimpse of herself. She picked out some of Claudius clothing to wear, slipping them on effortlessly. She went to the lounge room and sat down, waiting patiently till the bright ray of sunshine, Claudia, came back through..
And she did. Claudia grabbed Abella, essentially kidnapping her as she shoved her into the car, driving off to the direction of a salon. It would be the first time in a while that Abella could have a real pampering, and could relax. When she was in the parlour, she let the people take her away. In the first time in forever, she let herself be guided. No thoughts crossed her mind, no stress, questions,nor worries. She just drowned herself in the senses .
I never thought I would miss how it was. I miss being a child, in France. I can still remember the smell of flowers and nature, and the sound of my pencil hitting paper to write down what I knew. I was obnoxious , but, I knew what I wanted. It was so simple to me back then. I was certain I would follow in my mothers footsteps, become one of the best business women of her kind. It would be a dream come true. I wanted to live up to my family name- which is why I moved to America. It held oppoutunity, chance, and so many more that France couldn't offer. But, it held more than my education. It held where my life would be made, and where it would just fall apart. I still remember what my mother told me. To make him wait, to see if he really loved you. But, his smell. How his hair would look in the morning. How soft his hand was against my own skin. My first impressions on him. I couldn't hold my self back. Matthew changed my life. I still don't know if it was for the better. We didn't share the same dreams- we almost stole each others. He wanted to be an artist. I wanted to be a business woman. He had a reputation for a family to hold. He had money. The proper education. The perfect image for an employer.
And what did I have?
I had my aspirations. My childhood dreams. But I knew that when I met Mathew, I wouldn't have my dreams fulfilled . Anyone would choose him over me. And I don't see anything wrong with that. I couldn't get a job as a business woman, so I found the second best thing. Being an artist. It was wrong for me to get that job, but, I had to provide for us too. It was my second best option.
I didn't want to leave. I loved him, and still do. But I felt as if I had to leave. That night, it wasn't about his anger, and what he did. It was about what we became. I couldn't feel the love between us anymore. And as much as I regret it, I have to move on with my life.
Present.
The morning sun seeped through the curtains. It cascaded onto the sheets of the bed Abella was in, softly caressing the pillows. Smoke drifted out of Abellas lips and nose. The light caught into the smoke, Abella watching. For the first time ever, Abella was smoking. This was a rare sight. She never smoked, and always swore to herself that she wouldn't ever smoke. She pressed the butt of the cigarette to her lips, inhaling the toxins. Tear marks stained Abellas face. She was more pale, her lips and nose were a red colour. Under her eyes were dark, a slight pink pigment showing up. Her eyes were lightly puffy, due to the crying. Her hair was a morning mess. She hadn't slept at all, it was a wrestles night for her.
Claudia looked inside the room, to find Abella staring into the exhaled smoke. This was sereous. Claudia had never seen Abella like this. She knew Matthew wasn't bad news, at least she didn't think so. Seeing her like this, it was heart breaking. Claudia slowly stepped inside of the room, walking to Abella, or what was left of her. " Are you hungry, Abella?" She asked carefully. Abella simply just shook her head, sucking on the cigarette like it was some candy.
Claudia let a sigh escape her nose. She sat next to Abella, and pushed Abellas head softly into her chest. " You'll be fine. It's probably for the best, okay..? Just, hang in there.." Claudia pressed her lips on Abellas forhead. Abella smiled lightly, her eyes tearing up. " Thank you.." Was the only thing that could be let out. Claudia slowly stood up. " When I'm back. You better of had showered. You deserve a shopping spree. Okay ?" Claudia smiled. Abella slowly nodded, watching Claudia leave.
After Claudia left, Abella burnt out the cigarette in the ashtray. There were five other butts in there, being crushed up. Abella made her way to the bathroom, avoiding the mirrors. She undressed, turned on the shower, and went in. She grabbed the soap and shampoo, sitting down and slowly washing herself. Once she was done, she curled up under the water, closing her eyes.
She let the small beads of water hit her skin, until she was ready to get on.
This took a long while.
Once Abella got out, she lazily began to dry herself. She wrapped the towel around herself, making her way out quickly before even bsving a chance to catch a glimpse of herself. She picked out some of Claudius clothing to wear, slipping them on effortlessly. She went to the lounge room and sat down, waiting patiently till the bright ray of sunshine, Claudia, came back through..
And she did. Claudia grabbed Abella, essentially kidnapping her as she shoved her into the car, driving off to the direction of a salon. It would be the first time in a while that Abella could have a real pampering, and could relax. When she was in the parlour, she let the people take her away. In the first time in forever, she let herself be guided. No thoughts crossed her mind, no stress, questions,nor worries. She just drowned herself in the senses .
