let the night hide me // meeka

[aaron]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image: url(http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh261/Warrior-Tales/aaronpt2.png); width: 398px; height: 620px] [style=margin-top: -18px] There was music. There was a rhythm that shook through the beauty of the night, mixed with wailing dubstep and the screaming of the crowd. The moshpit of warm bodies moved in time to the music, sickeningly perfect, throbbing and pulsing. A glob of human flesh and brightly colored clothes. The motion of the throng of people was unearthly, twisted, as if some great beast attempted to rip out of its alien sac and explode on the crowd. In a way, that was exactly what was happening. Enough underage drinking and alcohol, and the people here at the party would turn into vomiting masses of disgust and suffering. There was no pleasure in the consumption of alcohol to those whose minds were sharp and full of thought. It was a way to let go, true, but in it, there was no sense. The world became watery, and life itself seemed to be gone. In that haze, you could be someone else. You never remembered what had happened, and this short-lived existence of another person allowed you great freedom. As the song changed itself, slurring the beats together in a failed attempt as secrecy, the crowd swayed in new motions. Less chaotic, more with purpose, and yet, still equally unappealing to the eyes. The whole moshpit began to bob up and down to the beat, fists and glasses held high, spilling their contents onto unsuspecting peoples. And finally, out of the crowd she came. She was the girl Aaron had been eyeing all night. She was not like the others. In her short jeans and midriff tee, she may have looked it. Her skin was slightly tanned, bronzed, beautiful and glowing with health. A royal of great charm. Her hair was styled up, and she looked like the perfect blend of beauty and slut. Just what Aaron was hoping for. He was not like other men, that is. Not wishing to bed her for a night of bliss and then leave her forever, not bothering to make eye contact once he had won his victory. No, that was not Aaron’s way. But he did enjoy the sport of charming ladies all evening, and then having the breakoff that was quick and painless when he said goodbye for the night without so much as a wink. He felt in control then. He could get a girl to kiss him without more than a twinkle of his eye, but he could stop it before anything got serious. Or clingy. He hated girls who thought that because you had an intimate few moments, that meant there was a true spark. In Aaron’s mind, he felt that all people should keep their hearts far from their bodies; the further, the better. He made brief eye contact with the girl, but then she disappeared. He tried to follow her movements, but it was difficult. He needed a better point from which he could survey the entire scene. He glanced around, hoping that there might be a solution to help him find the angel again. Just above his head was a balcony. He began to wander through the building, looking for a stairwell. The smells of intoxicated youth and idiocy were everywhere. On a table, someone was doing body shots off a young girl, but Aaron did not bother to see who it was. He had more important things occupying his mind, and he found nothing attractive in the art of licking shots off a stranger’s stomach. There was no appeal left in that for him, even if he was a teenage boy with a great passion for the beauty of women. There were corners of this place filled with men and women, though not always one of each, having the time of their lives. As he passed them, Aaron began to pick out a few familiar faces. He’d seen that girl at a party a few weeks ago. She was a terrible kisser, even if she did have a cute face. Then at last he noticed the flight of stairs leading to the upper level. A smile crossed his face, and Aaron began to make the ascent to the balcony. Halfway up the stairs, however, he felt a gentle hand caress his arm. Turning to look, he saw her. The beautiful girl of the evening, her blue eyes big as the moon and her brunette hair perfectly done up into a bun. He smiled, grabbing her hand and pulling her in. She smelled sweetly of fruit and a little bit of sweat from the party, but he couldn’t have cared less. He had won again. It took about five minutes for her boyfriend to find them, but he was too flustered to even care. He dragged the nameless girl away as quickly as she had come to find and kiss Aaron. He laughed, shaking his head and continuing up the stairs. This was definitely an impressive party, full of plenty of desperate girls just itching to make any person feel appreciated. That was the real reason Aaron did it. Not for the sport of winning, but for the sport of winning their appreciation and admiration. The thrill of being wanted, of being loved even for a moment. He could not take intimacy, unless it was small, like a kiss. That was easy enough to erase if problems arose. It gave him a shield of safety that kept his heart in check. His lips still tingled, and he took one sleeve to wipe off the rest of her gloss from his face. Once again he laughed, and he made his way to the top of the stairs. On the balcony were a few younger girls, probably new blood for the royals. Aaron made quick work of flirting with them, until they all left with his number and blushes the color of a newly blooming rose. Indeed, it was a good night. Aaron leaned up against the balcony and surveyed the group below. Many pretty girls, and their handsome men to keep them safe. To protect and shield them from the world, and from other men. Boys could be selfish, self-serving, almost too much so. They did not let a girl be free to choose who she loved, but locked her in their arms and refused to let go. He could see the love of couples beginning to emanate now, and felt a bitter resentment for them. He’d tried it once, with another girl. Being a boyfriend. When it went sour, he decided that life was not for him. Better to enjoy every girl than to be tied up to one who would string you along and then shatter you when you had finally found some joy. His head drooped, and swayed a little to the beat of the music, but it was no use. The feelings had found a crack and surfaced again. Cursing softly under his breath, he managed to put on his usual smile and look back out at the world. The young girls waved at him and then giggled some more, but they did not return. He gave them a quick nod of his head, and watched them disappear into the mob of people dancing to the beat of the music. All alone on the balcony, he simply watched the world go by; in the night, he was able to disappear. meeka ~tag mixed ~mood 1227 ~words ~notes holy guacamole, talk about aaron muse. i apologize for all the reading. ^^"

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[VALENCIA ROSE DAVENPORT]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: f9f9f9; border: #d96a70 solid 10px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] cos baby you're a firework Valencia felt a little suffocated in the crowded room where she was sure ninety-five percent of the people who were dancing along with the overly loud music, were drunk. She kept getting run into, bodies slamming against each other, as she tried to find some sort of place where she could stand properly without falling over, a place where she possibly wouldn’t break her ankles on the high heels she had intelligently decided was a good idea of wearing during the party. Don’t get Valencia wrong, she lives for parties, social events where she definitely could not miss – especially if it was hosted by one Desiree Sinclair for a certain royal, May-Ann Jenkins. Missing it would be literally social suicide, hearing about who hooked up with who, or who totally got trashed and made a fool of themselves – well, that was something that would kill Valencia if she hadn’t been around to witness it. It was almost disgusting – high school parties, with the couples that were openly making sticking their tongues down each other’s throats, with football players taking an immeasurable amount of shots in the kitchen, with all the sweaty bodies colliding, but even it wasn’t exactly the most elegant place in the world, Valencia had to admit that she loved every part of it. Even if she came home, drunk and woke up in the morning with an awful hangover, cursing herself for drinking so much, or even if she regretted all the things she had done in former parties, she still went, looking for a good time – looking for an escape, for a good time away from the busy world that she was drowning it. Perhaps that was what everyone was looking for, how even the nicest, most sound people would come to a party and lose themselves, lose their morals and party like there was no tomorrow. Laughing and enjoying the feeling of just being at the party, she almost felt free again, without any worries or any thought or any temptation about eating any food, because she could distract herself from the cravings she had yearned for. She let herself drink a few sips of the beer, before going out on the patio to get a little fresh air, no longer feeling so claustrophobic. The mansion was huge – there was no doubt about that, but it was like the whole city was crammed in there, and though the patio had quite a few people, she did feel like she could move around a little more. Closing her eyes and letting herself inhale the cool air, she leaned against the wall, enjoying how the cold night felt against her skin, her overly heated skin from dancing inside for a while. She wrapped her fingers around her hair, as if to tie it up, but only held it up away from her neck in an attempt to cool herself down. She had many friends she could be mingling with, of course, but sometimes she was okay with being alone, especially when things got a little overwhelming for her, she had to step away and take a breather – that’s what her doctor suggested whenever she started getting a little light-headed. But almost as quick as she had left, she joined the crowd again, dancing with everyone and letting her head bang and her body move with the music, lifting her hands up over her head in the moment. Valencia lived for moments like these, where she wasn’t obligated to think about anything but how her feet were moving and how her hips were shaking. She didn’t have to think about how she might kind of be a mess on the inside, and how people talk to her with such pity when they know her secret, and how she has to go to therapy because her parents still think she’s insane in the head, how she’s been having a terrible time booking jobs in her modeling career, and how she never feels good enough, and the list of things that she’d rather live without, but she just can’t. All she has to do is dance and live and be the cheerleader she is, social and popular, and loving, and confident and beautiful. And she’s sure that this will be a party to remember. The party started respectably for Valencia. Though she was sure that by the end of the night, she’d be drunk and rambling, and probably hooking up with the nearest guy she could grab – she prided herself on being slightly reasonable and still being able to think consciously and make good decisions, at least for the beginning of the party. Oh, Adelaide would be so ashamed in her, she always wished she could be just like her twin sister, beautiful and amazing at every sport she had ever played in her life – perfectly beautiful and not as screwed up as Valencia got. She wished that she was like all the other cheerleaders and models, skinny without even lifting a finger, but Valencia had an unhealthy obsession that made her sick to her stomach, literally. But why was she thinking about that now – of tonight of all nights? She pushed the dark thought far in the back of her mind, forgetting for just the slight moment that she was Valencia Davenport – the teen model that modeled for catalog shoots, for various magazine ads, or the varsity cheerleader that yearned to be head cheerleader. And for that night, she vowed that she would be Valencia Davenport – the girl who doesn’t give a shit. The girl she wished she could be. Valencia spoke to her friends, laughing loudly, and holding her hand over her mouth in an attempt to stifle her laughter, but failing. Gossiping about the cutest guys and pointing out how silly this one girl looked in her outfit, totally not cute at all – like seriously, did her mom dress her this morning? – when Valencia noticed him. He was up on the balcony, gorgeously peering down at the whole party, his hair pushed back and he looked like he just spent the last hour making out with some random girl – oh, Valencia knew his name alright, didn’t everyone? He wasn’t a royal, but he was a well-known football player, a jock, a charmer, a ladies’ man, and god damn, he was beautiful. And with a devious smile, she looked up at him, making sure she didn’t see him, and parted away from her friends, deciding to head up the stairs to visit Aaron Jacobs, and maybe have some fun with him tonight. That was what she was up for, some fling, some flirting, some fun that didn’t require anything but that, and she was absolutely sure that Aaron would give her that – he was a notorious player, she heard her friends whispering about what a good kisser he was and how sexy his voice was as he spoke to you, well maybe it was Valencia’s turn to see if that was true. Aaron definitely knew who Valencia was – they ran in the same social circles – of course, cheerleaders and football players did hang after every game, well, every winning game. Up the stairs and through the room, opening the door quietly to the balcony, she stood behind him, studying his tall stature as she walked towards him, her fingers ghosting across his arm as she stood next to him. “Aaron Jacobs,” she murmured in his ear. “Fancy seeing you here,” she said, tilting her head and glancing at him with her wide brown eyes. come on let your colours burst tagged aaron/lil! words 1251 notes wooo. credits irisheyes of C.20

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[aaron]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image: url(http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh261/Warrior-Tales/aaronpt2.png); width: 398px; height: 620px] [style=margin-top: -18px] Up high above the crowd gave one a sense of power. You could see all those below, like tiny ants, racing about their mundane existences. Aaron felt himself laughing at them. They thought that they had come here for the time of their life. They did not let past grievances hang on them, and refused to dwell on what would become of them on the morning after such a party. Aaron could not let go, however, and therefore avoided letting himself become another meaningless body in the sea of idiots who swam about in confusion. Standing on this balcony, leaning over the railing, he felt so much their superior. He had intelligence on his side, powerful intelligence that was rare in his kind. The testosterone levels that made one attractive and a great athlete could have more lasting damage on the brain, and usually meant that people like Aaron were an anomaly. He understood the humanity—or rather, the lack thereof—beneath him, and he saw it all with wide eyes. Unlike his friends on the football team, he had a sharp mind to go with his athletic skills. He may not be as rich as the others, but he would make something of himself, unlike the others. They would have their fifteen minutes of fame in High School, and then grow up to be high school gym teachers, little league coaches, and pool boys. Aaron was going to be so much better than they. Among them, he was nothing but another faceless jock in the masses. Above them, he was a god. A strange laugh erupted from him, but it seemed that no one noticed. A few girls beneath him looked around, but simply went back to their lightly sipping drinks spiked for the evening. He felt a newfound euphoria and it was the kind of high that Aaron truly appreciated. Nothing was better than the boost in his confidence, and feeling so much greater than the idiots and jerks beneath him was so rewarding. The boy let himself go for a brief moment, and he could feel the thrill of emotions once more. The music suddenly changed, however, and it brought him back to reality. The people dancing below him were beginning to pour sweat and glisten like wet stones in a river. The smell was absolutely sickening, and Aaron was reminded where he was. A party. With people who had the lowest moral standards of any humans walking the vile earth. He coughed, stepping a moment back from the railing. A few drunk girls suddenly stumbled up through the door and over to Aaron. One attempted to flirt, but was too intoxicated to make her words coherent. The sputtered out on breath that was ripe with alcohol. The other two began to vomit over the railing into the crowd. “Not tonight,” Aaron said casually, prying the fingers from off his shirt. When the girls didn’t leave, he simply turned the one eyeing him around and gave her a nudge toward the door. The force sent her shooting forward, and her friends followed. Aaron shook his head, turning to see a small group of thoroughly disgusted girls whose outfits were ruined and would need to be burned to destroy the smell. He went back to where he had been leaning over the railing, and looked out at the people. A new feeling washed over him as his excitement and overwhelming sense of power spiraled inward. He felt so alone as he watched the people dancing below him. They were a group of people, whether friends or not, and their movement was unified. They were together and in perfect unison, harmonized with each other. Aaron did not have that sort of connection with anyone. He felt thoroughly lifeless, and there was a strange burst of anger from within him. By opening the door to feel empowered, he had released a kraken of years of suppressed guilt and grief. The torrent and swirl of emotions was building now, insurmountable and too strong now to be forced back down. Choking on his grief, Aaron knew what he was going to do. In a moment, his limbs sprang and ached to move. He was going to just simply throw himself over the edge and be done with life. It was better than living a lie day to day. In the very instant he was going to move, however, something softly brushed his arm. All that he had let loose was sucked back inside, and the distress he had hidden from anyone’s view was replaced by a very big, somewhat devious—and, as Aaron loved to do so, a bit cheesy and adorable, too—grin took its place. He looked over his shoulder to see who had come. She was very pretty; not so pretty as some other girls, but nonetheless very attractive. She had perfect skin, lovely hair, but the most fantastic feature were her eyes. Big and brown, captivating, able to hold a man forever. Somewhere in them there was a song, but Aaron did not suspect he would ever find it. The girl whispered into his ear, with a very sweet, melodic voice, “Aaron Jacobs, fancy seeing you here.” He shifted to face her, making sure she no longer had physical contact with him. Leaning casually with one elbow on the rail, he nodded at her. “I know you. Remind me your name? Victoria? Veronica?” His voice had a hint of teasing and a dash of deception to it, intended to set her on edge and take away anything she had planned to say or do. This was the first step in charming a girl; take away her comfort, and leave her exposed to his charms. No emotional fence or wall ever deterred Aaron. He knew her, of course, and that her name was Valencia. Didn’t know her last name, but he knew he didn’t need to. She knew him, and that was good enough to start up another victorious evening. meeka ~tag mixed ~mood 1001 ~words <3 ~notes

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[VALENCIA ROSE DAVENPORT]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: f9f9f9; border: #d96a70 solid 10px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] cos baby you're a firework He was undeniably sexy, the way he was leaning over the balcony, his hair slightly tousled and his lips seeming perfectly kissable. But Valencia did not give in quite easily, even to the most attractive boys she had ever hooked up with – flirting was like a game, back and forth, until one decided to succumb to their desires. And she was sure he was a pro at that game. She leaned over the side of the balcony, peering at all the party-goers. It was a new perspective, looking over them as opposed to being a part of them, a perspective that seemed to baffle Valencia. When she was a part of the crowd, she felt unstoppable, blissful, beautiful – but glancing down at everyone, made her see things for what they really were, a bunch of messed up teenagers, living in a world that wasn’t exactly reality. Leaning back from over the balcony to face him, she seemed to feel like a much different person than she was a few minutes ago—it was ridiculous how just having and thinking as another person felt. But that all the unreal thoughts were gone as she glanced back to face Aaron again, falling back into her own self again. She raised her eyebrows as she leaned her back against the balcony, her body facing towards him. She laughed, oh, she was right of course – he did know how to play the game, but she wasn’t an idiot. She knew he knew her name just as much as she knew his. “Valencia,” she said, with a laugh. “Definitely not a name, you’d forget – but I suppose, maybe too many concussions from the football field?” Valencia stepped towards him so she was closer, though not exactly close enough to touch him, but so it was clear that they were having a conversation, hoping she would be able to deter anyone that may come up and interrupt them. She had her fair share of boys who wanted to hit on her, just as he had his fair share of girls – and she was aware that not only were they both popular, they were both attractive. She almost felt smug as she glanced at all the other girls he seemed to have rejected in the past hour, though she told herself that he was lucky to even be in her presence, though even Valencia had to admit to herself she was not a royal, and probably wasn’t ever going to be one in her entire high school career – which essentially meant she was not the top of the food chain. But she was one of the best cheerleaders on the team, that she could admit, she was high on the pyramid, definitely not on the bottom row – not ever, because Valencia had the talent. She was flexible, beautiful, and fit – three things that were absolutely necessary for a girl on the cheerleading squad to be. This side of Valencia was the one she was most proud of, the type of girl who could talk to boys as easy as talking to a pet dog, the type of girl who flaunted her beauty, shook her hips as she walked, confidently approaching anyone she wanted to without a second thought. If only she was like this all the time, she thought, wishing that the dark side of her that she was sure that would appear by the end of the night didn’t exist. How amazing it must be, to feel so exhilarating all the time, to feel beautiful and wonderful without having to starve themselves (though she had to remind herself the mantra that was forever engrained in her mind by her therapist – I have to be healthy to be beautiful.). Hunger was painful, but eating was even more painful sometimes. But she would have to forget all this, if only she could go back and start with a clean slate again, sometimes she sat in her room late at night crying, with her hand over her heart begging for herself to be just like the other girls, but in her heart, she knew she couldn’t possibly change what kind of self-destroying monster she had become. Running her fingers through her hair, she gave Aaron an inviting smile, her hands now playing with the tips of the strands as she stood next to him, letting her eyes meet his brown ones, though she had to tilt her head a little, as he was still quite a bit taller than her. “So what is a fine boy like yourself doing here all alone, when you could be having a little fun?” She asks him, her words flowing softly. Her voice was sweet and quiet, almost private in a way as she spoke so only he, and he alone could hear her. She let herself be bold, reaching out and smoothing down a hair that seemed to be sticking up on his head, she let her fingers gently trail down his face before letting her hand drop, stepping away from him slightly. Though Valencia was a very forward person, she had never quite let herself come on too strong, understanding that while a boy enjoyed knowing he was of interest, everything was always about the chase. She let herself drift away from him, letting her eyes fall back onto the crowd under them, a soft sigh escaping her lips. Though it was too soon to think of something like this about Aaron – because they had hardly exchanged a conversation – she wondered if hypothetically, anyone could ever fall in love with her. She had a few, short-lived relationships, nothing serious at all. A few flings here and there, a little hookup or a makeout session, but she never experienced the idea of first love. Was it as amazing as books or movies portrayed it? Did it sweep you off your feet and leave you breathless? Valencia was curious – she wished she was the type of girl that attracted a Ryan Gosling or a Channing Tatum, but for Valencia, she always seemed to get stuck with the boys that were only interested in getting in her pants – or not even her pants, but the pants of any girl they can. She let herself come to terms that maybe that was how things were always going to go for her, and Valencia definitely would not let that bother her, especially when she had a perfectly nice opportunity to have some fun with this boy in front of her. come on let your colours burst tagged aaron/lil! words 1084 notes wooo. credits irisheyes of C.20

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[aaron]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image: url(http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh261/Warrior-Tales/aaronpt2.png); width: 398px; height: 620px] [style=margin-top: -18px] It was an odd feeling, feeling that hand gently brush the hair from his head. That was not something he had expected. He knew girls who were shy to the point of almost whispering faint things to him, and he knew what they wanted without any second thought. Then there were the girls who said nothing, but threw themselves at him nonetheless. The curse of his handsome face and infamous charm were too seductive for any girl of that type. But this girl, right here, right now, was something very new to him. He actually felt a strange discomfort as she touched him, as she got closer to him, as if he was losing his edge. He wanted to turn around and run far away from her, and he did not know why. So when she pulled away from him, an inward sigh caused him to break away and turn so that both his arms rested on the banister. Aaron did not like such perplexing plights, and he felt unusually guilty, as if there was something that he should be sorry about. What? The girl from earlier? Clearly she was nothing new, nothing special. So why did the idea of kissing anyone now seem to stick in his throat? Aaron decided to take a moment for self-evaluation. He did not mind leaving Valencia in the silence, either, because he was feeling unusually awkward at the moment anyway. It couldn’t be him, because he always did this. It must be Valencia. He glanced at her briefly, her question buzzing in the back of his mind. He’d had his share of fun, but he wasn’t about more than a little victory. He had never before tried to seduce a girl into sleeping with him, mostly out of fear of having to face a relationship or breaking the heart of a lady who thought he meant commitment. Passion was different from love. It was a poison, whereas love was the cure. He could never poison a soul, but also, he had been savagely choked with the cure of it all. Never again would he let a girl break his heart, so never again would he do anything that might break hers. He did not like the idea of hurting anyone, and his harmless make-out sessions were short-lived flings that could be brushed off like dew on leather. They left no emotional scarring. Aaron thought about how she had spoken to him, so softly. Forward but subtle, playing the game so much better than most other girls. They did not understand the art of being coy and sophisticated. Of course, he could not blame them. When they saw him, knew of him, all they wanted was a piece of him. A chance to try and fit in with the other girls who had come before them. It was like some sort of twisted club, where girls became members after having a wonderful session with the infamous football star. The thought actually made him want to wretch. But she, Valencia, seemed so much more than those girls. She didn’t know about the club. Or maybe she did. Maybe she was just a lot smarter than Aaron was giving her credit for, and she was the president of falling in love with his glorious features. Despite all the praise he was giving himself, Aaron felt his ego drop a full ten flights from his head right down into the pit of his stomach. He ruffled both hands through his hair, still leaning with both arms on the railing, still staring out at the people below him, still thinking. She was a player, just like him. There couldn’t be anything there, and he knew that. And then Aaron remembered her eyes. Big, brown, captivating. They had spoken volumes more than anything else about Valencia had. They had begged for romance, and for far-off journeys and flower petals and knights in shining armor. It stung inside, bitterly, because it was the same troublesome look that he had always seen with his first crush. He never called her his love, because it seemed so cruel. She had crushed his heart, and that was all he could ever call her now. Crush. Samantha James, crusher, heartbreaker, awful woman she was, with her long brunette hair and big brown eyes much like Valencia. That was why he was so uncomfortable. She was like looking back in time for him. Though the girls did not look a thing alike, they shared the same basic features, and the same expressions in their big, beautiful eyes. Granted, Samantha’s had never been nearly as breathtaking as Valencia’s, but that did not matter. It was the same and it was a painful stab right in Aaron’s heart to be reminded. He suppressed and he buried, but tonight everything just wanted to escape. He knew he had to maintain his composure. The thought crossed his mind that maybe, just maybe, she would kiss like Samantha, too. The thought was quickly shoved from Aaron’s mind, on account that dwelling with Samantha’s memory was only making him feel like throwing himself off the banister even more. Unhappy as he was, he still had a girl here waiting for a reply. So he managed a smile, and turned back to face the lovely Valencia. Of course, he could scarcely manage to think straight, but his words betrayed nothing of his inner turmoil. “How can I be alone when I’ve got a lovely girl right here next to me?” Always answer with a question; keep the conversation alive and keep her thinking. It was the next step in his usual order of charming a girl. He knew that Valencia was clearly much smarter than most girls he dealt with, but Aaron had a familiar pattern and he didn’t see any reason to break from it just yet. Once more he leaned up against the rail casually, and after he had spoken, he managed a much more genuine smile to play across his face. meeka ~tag mixed ~mood 1001 ~words same word count. haha. ~notes

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