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Post by cassie rae dalton on Jul 17, 2012 16:52:27 GMT -5
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[classy=Sui][STYLE=width: 305px; height: 460px; padding: 5px; text-align: justify; font-family: georgia; color: 2d2d2d; overflow: auto;][classy=Huo] Cassie sat at her desk bored out of her mind. Tristan was out, Karen was off doing whatever the hell it was she did, and Turner was out hunting for a job. It was great to have him here. She couldn’t actually believe how much she had missed him while they had been apart. She knew that she missed his company and their somewhat strange banter, but actually having him stop on her bedroom floor the previous night had bought back a lot of feelings that she didn’t realise she harboured for him.
Before they left Cali, something was starting to happen between Cassie and turner. She didn’t know for sure what would have happened if they had stayed but she knew that she liked him. The mere thought that he was only an arm’s reach away made her skin appear in goose bumps and her stomach do a few flips of the uneven mounts before doing a perfect dismount. It was also strange thinking that her best friend was back. They had been apart for so long it was going to take some time getting used to him being back. Even worse was that the week he turns up she is due to go for her operation. That is just sod’s law.
Stretching her arms above her head she let out a yawn. She was tired, but she wanted to wait up for Turner and Tristan so she stumbled to the kitchen and made herself some popcorn. Whilst waiting for the ping of the microwave she grabbed 2 bottles of wine and a glass from the cupboard and poured herself one. The sweet sound of the microwave signalled that the popcorn was done. Grabbing the bag between her teeth with her glass in one hand a bottle tucked under her arm and the other in her other hand with a bowel she sashayed back up to her room to make herself comfortable. She was in for the night.
Placing the bottles on her bedside table along with the glass she made crossed her legs underneath her as she clambered into the bed. With her back slumped against the head bored she punched one of the buttons on a remote and her TV came to life. The sound of tom cruise and Dakota fanning shouting at each other above some weird sci-fi music let her know that war of the worlds was on. Snuggling down she emptied the popcorn into the bowl and proceeded to indulge herself.
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Post by Turner Phoenix MCgrave on Jul 17, 2012 17:28:22 GMT -5
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Job hunting was tiring. Turner had literally only gotten into town the day before and now he was already looking for a job. He had to pay for rent and food somehow. He was hoping that him, Tris, and Cass could go sign the lease in the next day or two before he left. He just wanted to be able to have a place he called his own. Sure they would have zero furniture for awhile, but it was worth it. Plus with the knowledge he had, he doubted that Tris or Cass really wanted to be living with their whore of a mother.
Turner took out the key that Tris had given him and quietly opened the door. He didn't know if anyone else was home or even awake. Plus he wouldn't mind sneaking up on Cass. That was always fun. He had missed the girl a lot and now that he was back he really just didn't know what to do. He knew that he had come here for her. Well and to get away from his dad and to see his best friend, but mostly for her. Not like he'd admit to it ever. No, he would just continue along the you're just my best friend thing.
He walked up the stairs and opened the door to Tris' room to see if he was there. He wasn't so he shrugged and continued on. With a smirk on his face he opened the door as silently as possible, glad that the tv was on to mask any sounds he could make. Without a word he wrapped his arms around her. 'Rawr! Gotcha!' He laughed as he flopped onto the edge of her bed. 'You still mad at me Cass?' This was how their friendship had always been, they would get in some stupid argument and then a few hours later everything would be fine. 'Or are you going to make me sleep on the cold hard floor all alone?' He almost instinctively pulled a puppy dog face before telling himself it wasn't going to work. She couldn't see him so how could it?
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Post by cassie rae dalton on Jul 17, 2012 17:51:29 GMT -5
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[classy=Sui][STYLE=width: 305px; height: 460px; padding: 5px; text-align: justify; font-family: georgia; color: 2d2d2d; overflow: auto;][classy=Huo] As much as she missed turner, sometimes she really did hate him. like now for instance. When it was just the two of them he could be really sweet and funny, but as soon as someone else turned up he turned into some sex crazed arrogant prick. Now if someone else were to see their argument they would probably think they were being stupid and why don’t they just get together already, but it is way more complicated than that. It would be weird and although she liked him, she didn’t know how. It was something she was going to have to figure out.
She was however looking forward to moving in with him and tris. It meant that she no longer had to put up with Karen everyday and her god forsaken mood swings. It also meant that she could slowly start to cut all ties with the woman. She hated her more than words could possibly describe. She missed her relationship that she used to have with her but now there was just no chance of that happening, and the more she thought about it the more her mood soured. And the thought of her argument with turner made it all the more worse.
Taking the now half empty bottle of wine she poured the last of it in to her glass before taking a swig. She was starting to feel the haze at the back of her mind. Her head felt funny but it was a good numbing sensation. Her ears pricked as she heard the front door close and she assumed it was just Karen back from wherever she had been so turned her attention back to the TV and placed her glass on the table next to her. What she wasn’t expecting was to be jumped by the same person she was currently angry at. Letting out a squeal she hit his arm so he would release her. She shifted as she felt the bed move with his weight and turned her face away from him. “Your still an ass... ass” she folded her arms across her chest and tried to look defiant.
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Post by Turner Phoenix MCgrave on Jul 17, 2012 18:16:35 GMT -5
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Turner rested his chin on her shoulder so his face was close to hers. He could smell the wine from her breath as she spoke and he could bet that she could feel his breath on her neck. He had missed this. Fighting with her and then convincing her to forgive him. It was a weird way to describe a friendship, but it was theirs. It had always been like that and Turner wouldn't change it for the world. He knew that deep down the reason they ended up in this cycle was because of their surpressed feelings, but he wasn't going to admit to that. Sure before she left he knew he had a crush. And he definitely knew he had feelings now or else he wouldn't be here, but still. 'Aw come on baby doll. You can't be mad at me forever.'
Turner slowly let go of her, reaching up and stretching. 'Anyways, I'm tired.' Without really saying another word, Turner stood up and kicked his shoes off. His pants followed and soon his shirt was lying on the floor. Too bad Cass couldn't see him. He sat back on the bed, kicking his feet up. 'Scootch over baby doll.' Sure she had told him he was sleeping on the couch, but he knew he would be able to convince her otherwise.
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Post by cassie rae dalton on Jul 17, 2012 18:37:23 GMT -5
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[classy=Sui][STYLE=width: 305px; height: 460px; padding: 5px; text-align: justify; font-family: georgia; color: 2d2d2d; overflow: auto;][classy=Huo] Cassie felt his chin on her shoulder and almost melted. The feel of his breath against her neck was intoxicating. The stubble on his chin scratching her shoulder as he spoke made her squirm inside. As much as she hated him at times and hated it when they fought this was them. It was there fucked up relationship. They had always been this way. Argue about nothing and then he would make her forgive him by turning on the charm and making her laugh. It wasn’t the most conventional friendship but it was theirs and it worked. No matter how screwed up it was. “Just watch me Bird boy”
Cassie was happy he moved when he did otherwise she would have caved there and then. She being in his presences made her knees tremble and her insides squirm. What the hell was wrong with her? Letting out a breath she didn’t realise she had been holding she visibly relaxed. The tension however was straight back when she heard him removing his clothes... this was not good. She didn’t need her sight to see it.. and it was hot. She mentally shook her head trying to remove her thoughts and concentrated on her anger. “Good for you the couch is downstairs.” She turned and scowled at him as he hoped back on tot he bed. Grabbing ehr glass she poured the liquid down her throat finishing the glass before moving so she she was closer to him. her end game being to push him off the bed. “You scootch over.”
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Post by Turner Phoenix MCgrave on Jul 17, 2012 18:53:41 GMT -5
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Turner could feel the warmth that was radiating off of Cass. He knew it was mostly because she was drinking and well that's what alcohol did. It made all the heat leave your body. He liked it though and felt as if he could just cuddle up to her. He just wanted to wrap his arms around her and just well. He stopped his thoughts. This was his best friend. And on top of that she was his best friends baby sister. No he couldn't let himself think that. 'You always end up loving me again. It's just what happens.' He grinned at this. Sure he had said he was leaving town earlier, but they both knew that was a lie. He couldn't leave, not when he hadn't seen her for four years.
He watched as she tensed up as the clicking of his belt being taken off made a noise. He couldn't help but smirk and shake his head. 'Aw but I'm already here baby doll and you know you want to be with me.' When she scooted closer to him he couldn't help but laugh. He knew what she was trying to do. He also knew that it wasn't going to work. 'Oh baby doll.' He put his arm under her knees and the other under her shoulders, picking her up and moving her over, taking up more room on the bed. 'That's much better. Now where was this pillow line you talked about.'
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Post by cassie rae dalton on Jul 17, 2012 19:17:24 GMT -5
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[classy=Sui][STYLE=width: 305px; height: 460px; padding: 5px; text-align: justify; font-family: georgia; color: 2d2d2d; overflow: auto;][classy=Huo] The buzz of the alcohol was really starting to affect her now, for no reasons she felt giddy and she felt the anger that she had towards turner was slowly ebbing away. She wanted to be angry with him and she knew the reason why, but her mind she didn’t seem to see the point in it. it could keep the anger there when he was here with her now trying to be his charming self. She liked him when he was like this. When he was nice and sweet and open... when he was like this she wanted to... she stopped her thought mid track she would not go there. “not this time. You went too far this time.” She tried to scold him attempting to hide the amusement in her voice.
Cassie sighed exasperated. She couldn’t seem to figure this man out. when they were emailing each other he was always so fun and open and jokey. Now he was being sweet and charming. But when other people were around he turned into an arrogant prick and she couldn’t grasp why. It was so frustrating! She narrowed her eyes at him trying to scowl. “Not when you keep calling me baby doll i don’t. Or when your being an ass” oh his laugh was heavenly. Okay she needed to get a grip she sounded like a love sick puppy. Her eyes widened and she squirmed in his arms as he left her and moved her back again. With a new found determination she kneeled up and grabbed some pillows from the end of her bad. Moving her hands forward she skimmed them over his thighs feeling for the quilt again. Placing the pillows in a line up against his leg she turned and smiled smugly at him. “Other side of that line if you will.”
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Post by Turner Phoenix MCgrave on Jul 25, 2012 15:26:00 GMT -5
[style=width:300px; height: 300px; background: url(http://i49.tinypic.com/2l9ldet.jpg)] waiting a lifetime for your touch Turner knew that she was not pleased with him. It wasn’t like this hadn’t happened before. It wasn’t an uncommon occurrence. Actually he dealt with this on what felt like a daily basis. She always forgave him. Always. No matter what it was she always gave in. It wasn’t like he had ever done anything terribly bad either. It was just the stupid fights they got into. He seemed to forget about them more easily, which was why it was then his job to try and fix it. It always helped when there was alcohol system though. She seemed more prone to forgive him then. ‘Cassandra no I did not and you know it. Come on baby doll, just forgive me.’ He was not going to start an argument about if he went too far or not. Maybe he had been a total tool, but he had always been like that. He guessed it might be a bit different since he hadn’t seen her in a while, but that was besides the fact.
‘Oh you love when I call you baby doll, don’t even deny it.’ Turner couldn’t even pinpoint when he had started to call her baby doll. It had just happened and he stuck with it. He sounded like a classic gangster and he loved it. He could be on Casablanca, and as much as he would deny it if tortured, he loved that movie. All the beautiful people and just how they were so classy. He chose to ignore the second part of her statement knowing that he probably wouldn’t love himself if he was her when he was acting like that. Turner couldn’t help but laugh as she made the pillow line. ‘You see though Cassandra, things like this, rules, are meant to be broken. And well you know I’ve never been one for following rules well.’ With that, he wrecked the pillow line she had just constructed and pulled her into his arms. ‘I won’t let go till you love me again.’ [/style] |
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Post by cassie rae dalton on Aug 26, 2012 15:20:15 GMT -5
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[classy=Sui][STYLE=width: 305px; height: 460px; padding: 5px; text-align: justify; font-family: georgia; color: 2d2d2d; overflow: auto;][classy=Huo] Cassie and Turners relationship was a somewhat complicated one. They would wind each other up and piss each other off, then they would argue, that would then lead to the cold shoulder and more often than not Turner trying to charm Cassie in to forgiving him, which she eventually would and all would be as right as rain again. As fucked up as it was, it was their fucked up relationship and she liked it the way it was. “yes you did. Your an ass! No why should i?” she knew she should forgive him but she just couldn’t let go of the anger that was burning in her chest. It was pointless and pathetic, she knew that, but the alcohol in her system was fuelling her need to stand her ground. She was not going to back down easily like she usually did. For some reason it was different this time. They had always been like this but this was in essence their first argument since he got here and it had certainly been a while.
Cassie let out an exasperated sigh and turned to scowl at him. “No i don’t and you know fine well i have never liked it, i just put up with it because it’s you.” He had been calling her Baby doll for as long as she could remember. Probably for the same length of time she had been calling him Bird Boy. And she only said it because she knew it wind him up. But then she was the only who he let get away with it. she had noticed when others tried he had lost his temper big style with them. So maybe it didn’t wind him up as much as she thought it did. Who knows? Keeping her head turned towards him she arched her brow as he rambled on about rules being broken. She squealed as he pulled her onto his lap. She really disliked being man handled. “well i’m afraid you’re going to be here a while.” She said straining against his hold and putting up as much of a fight as she could.
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