LAV // YOU LIKE YOUR GIRLS INSANE *

[cyrus]

Cyrus wasn't sure whether to be nervous or excited. The boy was with Lavender, his ultimate crush. In fact, he was sure this was the apex of his life. And what a divine being she was. Her dark hair, the gothic fashion sense she had, the mysteriousness behind the name that was Lavender Teagan Rose Donohue, everything was so fascinating about her and every time he learned something new about his good friend, he felt further away from her feeling that he didn't know her as well as he wanted to. They were both strange beings in a strange world. But they were stranger than most, though he didn't really see why. How was he or Lav different from the narcissistic populars? They probably didn't know who Narcissus was and why they were labeled after his name. If anyone one of them were to hurt Lavendar in any way, he would flip out on them. In fact, he was sure Ronnie and Charlie would, too.

Driving down the streets, he was hoping Lav would like her surprise dinner. Cyrus planned it all himself in an attempt to wow her. So far, he wasn't exactly sure what she considered Cyrus. Hopefully he would find out tonight,if he played his cards right and was able to get to know her better and she would get to know him better. It would work out for both of them because Cyrus liked setting boundaries in his relationships and right now, they wre blurred for him. He wanted for both of them to have an understanding--the same understanding--of where their friendship stood. He just didn't want to scare her away, either. But she knew him well enough, so that probably wasn't likely to happen. Though he had run away others before so he was still very nervous that scaring her off could be a possibility.

Spending time with her though, watching her practice her witchery, and talking to her some, it was all going smoothly. So he continued this little "date" he had with her as he planned. Driving her to a fun dinner, but not really telling her where exactly they were going. Sorry about the mess in the car again...I haven't found time to clean it out, he said, though there wasn't much of a muss. Just a wrapper from an Oreo's packet in the backseat and an empty cigarette pack in the passenger area that Lavendar was sitting in.

Driving into his own neighborhood, he pulled into his driveway. His mom's car was already there, but she was most likely sitll in bed so they didn't have to worry about her bothering the two. Besides, he wanted to take her to the backyard where he would prepare their lunch. Cooking, barbecuing, baking, they all intruged Cyrus because within his fixation of burning stuff, he realized fire didn't destroy things. It merely transformed them into other things. Burn leaves were just ashes and gas. Burnt cigarettes were a portal into a peaceful night. Burnt meat was a transofmration from disgusting raw materials into a delicious edible.

Yeah, so I decided that I would make a lunch for us if you don't mind. I found some veggie dog suggestions online and I even have some sweet potatoes to cut up into some delicious fries. I hope you like it. He gave a decent and sincere smile to her as he got out of his car. Walking to the other side, he opened the door, and helped her out of the car with a gentleman's hand. He really didn't believe he had to be one, but he did want to impress Lav because..well today had to be as close to perfect as it could be.

Uhm, we're just gonna head to the backyard so I can barbeque these veggie dogs for us.

He grabbed her hand and led her to the side gate where they could sit down in his backyard which he edged up, cut, and trimmed the bushes in the backyard himself just to impress Lav. Again. In the back stood a wooden, polished-looking picnic table that his family (which consisted of him, his mom, and sister), had for about half a year. The only reason they were considered a middle class family was because his mom owned a local store that sold organic soaps, lotions, and other things that many of the women in Ocean City took a liking to. He was sure if that didn't work, his hippie of a mother would have never gotten enough money to support the three members of this family. He sat down at the picnic table, still having Lav's hand in his. He noticed and blushed before pulling his away.

Uhm, I'm going inside real quick to grab the veggie dogs. I'll be right back!

And so he skedaddled inside, trying his best to take as little time as possible. Hopefully he could impress the girl he liked to much. Soon he was out, setting up the barbecue, putting the veggie dogs on. Uhm, so nice day huh? Sorry I didn't want to tell you where we were going. I wasn't exactly sure what were some good veagan restaurants, and I thought veggie dogs might be a good with a little seasoning and other stuff. Is this veagan enough? I'm not really sure to be honest... He stood by the barbecue, turning them over.

[lavender teagan rose donohue]

[atrb=cellspacing, x,true][atrb=border,0,true][classy=fuckyeah][classy=opa]you and i collide[/classy][/classy][classy=images] [classy=opa] [/classy] [/classy][classy=codingisfun] Lavender sat quietly in the passenger seat, her thin limbs pilled carelessly but well contained. Her hair fell in long shiny waves over her left shoulder as she stared out her window with wide eyes that hid most of the emotions rolling around behind them. In reality her heart was beating hard behind her ribcage; the only physical indication that she was nervous were the fact that her hands were clutched together in her lap with a fierce grip. She glanced over occasionally at Cyrus, wondering where he was taking her. Cyrus was different than anyone Lavender had ever met. He wasn’t afraid to just be who he was—the crazy, sometimes selfish, pyromaniac that he was. More than that, he didn’t mind that Lavender was who she was as well. He not only didn’t mind the spells and the rituals, he seemed to be fascinated by it. He wasn’t anything like the other kids at school, who thought she was completely insane or just trying to get attention. He wasn’t like the other kids with the teasing and the pushing. Was it ironic that Lavender was more afraid of normal, happy teenagers than she was of a young man unusually obsessed with fire? She didn’t think so, but most might. Lavender smiled to herself—she liked that she was one of the crazy ones, one of the kids that no one understood. At the end of the day, the populars would turn on themselves in a second. At least rejects stuck together. They took care of their own. But Cyrus was still a bit of a mystery to the young girl. One day he was asking her about Wicca, now all of a sudden they were good friends. Not as close as she and Charlie were, but he was definitely someone she trusted and wanted to approve of her. She wasn’t really sure why, but Lavender found herself as fascinated with Cyrus as he seemed to be with her. He was as turbulent as the sea; one moment he was friendly and sweet, the next he was cool and demanding. It didn’t bother Lavender much—she was good at listening and didn’t mind adjusting herself to others. Usually Lavender tried to distance herself from other people—men especially—and wasn’t really sure how unusual Cyrus’ behavior was. Normally Lavender would keep herself distanced, but there was something alluring about Cyrus that made her want to get closer to him. She kept her guard up, though. Lavender feared that if she showed Cyrus how much she cared about him, he would think she was weak. She didn’t want to be the girl that was controlled by her relationships with men. She wouldn’t be her mother. Lav bit her lip, wondering where they were going and why. Was this a date? Just a lunch? There had been a date-like tone surrounding the situation, at least that was what Charlie had told Lavender when she had explained it. She didn’t want to ask outright or make a fool of herself, so the raven-haired girl just let herself be led along and decided to wait and test the waters. She shook her head and responded in her light, lyrical voice, ”it’s not bad at all! If you think this is a mess, I’m never letting you into my house” With two other siblings, her chaotic mother, and the coven in and out all the time, their place was usually a tornado. No matter how much Claire ranted about how a clean environment leads to a clean life, she never had a handle on the house. Lavender looked around as they pulled into Cyrus’ driveway, eyes wide. She had never been to Cyrus’ house before. Lavender broke into a slow, sweet smile. She nodded, shaking her hair out of her face, ”That sounds great, Cy. I love sweet potato fries actually!” She watched with a bit of surprise as he walked around the car and opened the door. Lavender leaned down and picked up her rucksack from the floor, not wanting to leave her most prized possessions in the car. The metal and glass of her witchcraft materials clinked against each other as she slung the bag over her shoulder and climbed out of the car. She blushed and stared at their linked hands, stumbling along after Cyrus in her platform black boots. She watched him patiently, blushing harder when she noticed his blush, and nodding quietly as he went inside. Lavender was really just shocked that all of this was happening, and wasn’t sure how she was supposed to behave. While the young man was inside, Lavender slipped her shoes off as well as she socks and dug her toes into the grass. Her thin skirt blew in the warm summer breeze. Lavender hoped she didn’t look like she was trying too hard—she always wore her best outfits to cast, though honestly she also wanted Cyrus to see that she didn’t always dress like she was about to break into a building or something. She pulled a bottle of essential oil out of her bag before dropping it to the ground—lavender, her lucky scent—and dabbed it on her wrists and behind her ears, praying to the goddess to not make a fool of herself. Just as she was about to slip the bottle back into the bag, Cyrus came back out. Lavender horridly bent down and tucked away the bottle, then stood back up. She watched him set up solemnly. She nodded. ”I love how warm it is, but I do get nervous about burning,” Lavender laughed; she burned more easily than most people, with her incredibly pale skin. ”It’s okay, Cyrus. I trust you, and I like surprises. And this is vegan enough for me! I’ll have to take you to my favorite vegan place… next time.” She stood awkwardly, like a tall swaying weed in the grass. ”Is there anything I can do to help?” Lavender took a few steps closer, watching through her eyelashes. ”I don’t think I’ve ever used a grill like this before… my mother really only bakes things. And we eat a lot of raw foods I guess.” Realizing it might sound like she disapproved, Lavender continued quickly, ”Not that I don’t like meat, it’s just how my mom is. She’s never been very domestic, really. I usually only eat meat at school or out with friends, which was why I didn’t think it would be hard to go vegan. I love hot dogs actually, so I’m sure I’ll like these too!” She crept even closer, leaning over Cyrus’ shoulder. ”I guess you’d like grills, wouldn’t you? 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