constant reminders /|\ america

[dominik antonio ramirez]

that s**t cray,

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,5,true] . dominik needed to calm himself down, he really needed to. his life was falling apart, after his parents worked so hard to build it up. no, he would promise himself that he wouldn't do that. it would crush his parents if he fell apart, when he was that close to success. and he didn't even know where he was tonight? boardwalk, wonderful, just the place to try and escape couples, sigh. And as he walked along the place, he couldn't help but feel some regret, him and ariel, broke off, and he just didn't want anything to do with girls right now. he just wanted to get on with his life. he needed to just move on, but he couldn't handle doing this again, this stage of regret and denial. and as he walked further and further down the boardwalk, he couldn't help but feel stupid about this. this whole situation was stupid. he was stupid, he should just forget girls and focus on his soccer, if he was a hermit, he'd be the best in the world. but no, something always drew him in, he guessed he was addicted to love, and quite frankly, he was not planning on quitting yet. he could only walk himself further out, onto a nearby pier. the water lapping and laughing at him as it struck the wood. he then found a railing, and a good view, looked out into the moonlight water, sighing to himself, if only he could do something right for once, and not be some complete idiot. he never did anything right, cooking? he'd burn everything, school? it'd only make him want to run away. sports? only thing he was good at was being able to kick a stupid ball into a square with a net behind it. he sighed to himself again, checking his phone, nothing, he wouldn't get anything for awhile with the way he was acting. he needed a fricken chill pill though. and that's when he heard footsteps, he didn't want to look, he just needed some time alone, or some really hot girl to make his pain go away, he'd actually settle with option number two right now. words; 451 music; Paris Satisfaction // Benny Benassi + JayZ notes; sorry its bad, blame c-box

[AMERICA ANN MAYBE]

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For some reason, today had just not gone as planned. America was all about having a plan and sticking to it, which made days like today both unexpected and, at times, unpleasant.

The morning had started out seemingly right. The sun was high in the sky, not a cloud in sight, birds chirping away. America had gotten out of bed, and after fighting some time with her wardrobe and makeup, was content with her appearance. Heading upstairs, she was served breakfast by the cook who came in three times a week and after eating, left the house without ever seeing her family. This was normal and not surprising. A few people worked at mowing the lawn and trimming the shrubs in the garden as she hopped into her car and drove off. America was scheduled to be meeting some friends for a movie today.

Unfortunately on the way there, they all called and canceled. However, America tried to remain unfazed. She could go home and relax instead, and that was always acceptable on a lazy summer afternoon. She drove to the store, picked up some snack food to stock the house with, and then went home. The morning was already wasted now, and it was dwindling into the afternoon. As she arrived back at the gate to home, she felt a little nervous. The sleek, freshly cleaned black Jaguar was parked out front. That car was the bane of America's existence, simply because it meant that the family was going somewhere nice. Somewhere with cocktails and high heels and fancy dresses.

Of course they were. A spontaneous invitation to some speech and a party afterward. The afternoon and evening was spent in preparation and execution. It was more fascinating than some of the get-togethers she was forced to endure with her parents, but still, she felt like a doll. She was treated like one, flashed around and shown off like a toy instead of a person. America was introduced to three men approximately her age, one in particular who seemed fairly nice, the other two with big heads and egos. Typical night. That is, until a conversation she overheard her mother having with a family 'friend.'

"You know, he is getting to be a lot older."
"How old is he now?"
"Nineteen, I believe. And well-off. His father is dying, so he's about to inherit everything."
"I assume he has a girl already, right?"
"Had. Left him, though. Shame. She was nice."
"I see no shame in it."
"You can't possibly be thinking-"
"Of course. America is his age, and she needs someone. We were family friends a while back, and it'd be easy to reappear in his life."
"You knew them?"
"He and America played together. Those two we always wanted to be together. It would be easy, and she deserves someone sweet like him."

America stopped herself from hearing any more. She couldn't think of who they meant, or when this was, but she was certain that she had misheard. Her mother was buzzed by now, so she could only assume it was nonsense spewing forth. She was a person, not a toy. She could not be gifted to another. With that, she graciously snuck out of the party. In a little black dress and tall red heels, she began to walk. Eventually her feet had found the Boardwalk, a familiar place that she had always enjoyed for its romantic, enchanting atmosphere. Wanting to clear her mind, she bought an ice cream cone and found a quieter end of the Pier. Leaning up against a rail, she let her thoughts free.

That is, until America noticed Dominik looking forlorn down a dock. She had promised Ariel that she would leave him alone, but she had lied in that conversation once already, and though painful, America hated to see anyone looking blue. She was almost certain that Ariel wouldn't mind, especially since there was newfound mutual trust between them now. Hardship and gossip seemed to bring people together, even if it divided the groups drastically.

"Dominik, are you alright?"

She cut right to the chase, leaning up against the railing next to him. No time for idle chatter, especially when she was treading on thin ice anyway.

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[dominik antonio ramirez]

that s**t cray,

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,5,true] . Dominik was dwelling on all things today, trying to figure out what went wrong in his day, just so it would end right here. whatever happened to him being lucky, blasted day today. well to start things off, he woke up, the day was nice, nothing really to worry about, his mother and father early like they usually are, buying and selling bonds and stocks, making his last name become slightly richer. it was a shame that he would blow the salary of them, and probably half the people here in maryland out of the water, he was already getting 25 million dollar contracts as the head striker of Manchester United, Real Madrid, and other top soccer clubs. sure he would accept them, but he would feel like a toy sometimes, these contracts by companys, he was only allowed to wear nike shoes and addidas shirts and this and that. But moving on, his afternoon had been shaky, he had sprained his ankle in the park today as he was running, stupid tree stump. and with the help of himself, and the laughing of other gals and guys at the park, he dragged himself up to his feet, and limped the five miles home. by then, it was the evening and he ate dinner alone, as his parents were out to dinner with important lenders. so he ate the left over chicken and rice, his favorite, along with some other traditional Portuguese cooking that his mother made. and with the end of his meal, came the resting of his foot, and his life. But not before he was caught up texting with his now ex, ariel, in which, they had both agreed that it wasn't working out, and that they should, for the sake of pain. and for the sake of jesus, but that was on ariels part, they should leave each other. although it was an easy let go, he still felt crushed for breaking her heart. well he could always try again. and that led him to where he is now, moping over the fact he couldn't score in love. sure he could drill a ball through a hole in the defense of a professional team, but he couldn't get himself a gal that he liked, one that was outgoing, sweet, kind and could hold conversations with him. the only one he knew that could do that, they watched a movie together at her house. her name was, "Dominik, are you alright?" America.... He looked to her and smiled, figuring that there was used in talking. so maybe his prayer was answered, option number two, thanks, whoever was up there controlling fate. he just replied "nothing really, just me and ariel hit a rough patch... we decided it'd be better if we let each other go.." he cast a glance to her, she was in a dress and heels, but she didn't wear the happy face she always did, he figured he should return the favor. "Whats up with you?" he smiled to her, trying to get a conversation going, he needed to move on, even if it meant to forget his first love here in the usa, which he saved from drowning. But now he was single, and maybe he should stay that way, then again, America was pretty cute, and they did hit off pretty well at their movie get together... What was he thinking, he had no chances, she probably had guys falling for her left and right. words; 711 music; We Found Love // Rihanna notes; <3 and so it begins

[AMERICA ANN MAYBE]

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America took another lick of her ice cream, thinking. Here was a boy that she had sworn to avoid for the sake of others, and her own reputation. Was this action a somewhat selfish one? She had thought it selfless at the time, but of course, she'd been lying to everyone. Even herself, it now seemed. She had wanted to preserve her reputation, the position for cheerleader she had fought so hard to obtain and keep. She was arguably the best on the team, but if you weren't 'in,' then you'd be kicked out in a heartbeat. Every little moment, every little word, it all counted against you at some point. High School was a game where no one was what they seemed, and nobody could be trusted. When it came down to it, friendships were fluid and unimportant, as she had somehow just proved.

And goodness rarely won out. Sans America, of course. Her heart might yearn for one thing, but it always chose right over self-serving desires. She sighed inwardly, looking down at the black water. Her thoughts were in an instant, but seemed to linger in a daydream. Ariel was so lucky to have a boy like Dominik. He was kind, and determined, and going places. Stopping herself, America realized she was in the wrong mindset this evening. Where he was going and how successful he was going to be shouldn't matter; it didn't, not to America. To her parents, however, that was a completely different story. Evident in the discussion of the evening, it seemed. 'How fast can we get our daughter married to a Prince,' was how these events were changing for America. Her parents tried too hard to mask their daughter's desires with their own selfish whims.

And then America stopped. Dominik and Ariel were... over? It couldn't be. They had always seemed so special. Of course, Ariel was incredibly frightened by the relationship. She'd never felt at ease with her boyfriend, always worrying that she wasn't good enough or that he wanted something more. No relationship was right if you were always struggling to please. It had to come naturally, over time. Forcing it only made it drawn-out and insufferable. No one should have to tolerate a romance. You should never be worrying about what the other person thought. You should be confident enough to know that their love matched yours, and trusting enough to believe that they couldn't leave you for anyone else. Ariel's own insecurities reflected onto Dominik, and the relationship had been doomed from the start, even if it had seemed good on the outside.

"My evening? Awful." America shuffled her heeled feet, adjusting to better see Dominik in the darkness.
"My mother wants to marry me off to someone I used to know, if I remember correctly." On the walk over here, she had realized exactly who they had been talking about. The very thought made her shudder.
"So, really, nothing new." America feigned laughter, but it was obviously forced. It died as quickly as it had lived.

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[dominik antonio ramirez]

that s**t cray,

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,5,true] . Dominik swallowed softly, america was the gal he slightly may have hit off with while he was with ariel. it was not intended, but ariel flipped out and landed them both here. she he liked ariel, but she just was with him because he saved her life, which he knew he had to do, and he brushed it off as nothing. maybe it was a mistake to leave ariel, but nothing is ever a mistake, only a bad call. but all he wanted to do now was move on, the more you dwell in the past, the deeper the bullet wound gets. last thing he wants to do is to crawl back to ariel and ask for forgiveness for bad chemistry between them, it was all such a game. He wondered, now that he had a body next to him, how was america doing, and he asked the question. to her, but he probably knew the response, she was doing good, and she just met somebody new, and she was going easy really, no troubles, none in the world. but me forced him to break the gaze into the water, and drag it to america, his body rotated as well, to face america. it wasn't hard to stop his gaze at america, she was attractive, like he established before, but before he couldn't do anything to save himself to her. but he was sadly single, so rumors could go drown themselves. and now that his head was slightly out of the ground, he felt slightly better, still alittle self hating and stupid, but he was getting somewhere. When america spoke, he put the words in her mouth, but she pushed them and spoke through them, in which he felt a bit bad for expecting something, and he was learning not to expect anything, always ask. well now that she explained herself, he wasn't the only one having a bad night. "Oh, join the club" he managed a small chuckle but he paused at the fact she was being married of to somebody. "Thats slightly disgusting on your mothers part..." he spoke honestly, whats the point in hiding thoughts, it only brings doubt, and doubt ruins any situation. even though the laugh was fake, it made him smile, he didn't know why, it just did. something that never happened with ariel, he always laughed with ariel at the random things she said, but other than that, nothing. america made him smile, with a fake laugh, either he was a bit too emotional right now, or something was supposed to be. he didn't believe in fairy tales, just story's for girls to expect things from guys. But he wanted to move on from this soappy talk, and he angled his arm slightly, so that it causally pointed to the ice cream, "can i have a taste?" he couldn't really tell what flavor it was, it was too dark, and the only light was a dieing dock light, but it shone on her pretty well, quite multiplying her beauty than just providing light. now! back on the subject of ice cream, you must'nt fall in love again dommy! it might have been too late words; 711 music; We Found Love // Rihanna notes; mmm ice cream :3

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America smiled softly as she gazed into Dominik's face. She couldn't gaze into his eyes in this darkness well, so she did not try to. He had a forehead that was not prominent, too small, or too large. His nose was uniquely angled down, and even in the darkness she could see the way it cast a shadow across his high cheekbones. He was a different kind of handsome from hollywood's strict definition. He had mildly thin lips and a jaw that would have been hard and chiseled if it was not for its soft, smooth edges. There was also the beginnings of facial scruff all about his chin. It was the kind that was not styled, but it looked far better that way than with any shaping. His eyes twinkled slightly with the lights from the Boardwalk in the distance, and he was in this lighting extremely handsome.

She laughed at his attempt to be comforting as he stated his opinion. Of course it was disgusting, how could it not be? Her family was wretched at times. The idea of marrying anyone, especially a rich, debonaire, probably-destined-to-cheat-and-be-awful-to-his-future-wife boy seemed unorthodox and unprecedented. But such was the life of a Maybe. On the outside, everything worked. On the inside, it was all broken and chromed, coated in gold to hide the parts that had stopped functioning properly or never existed in the first place. Every morning a chef made her breakfast, and every afternoon she would have conversations with the gardeners and housekeepers. Every evening was a quiet dinner at the table where father talked business and mother gossip, and America was forced to sit and endure all of it in an attempt to remain sane and acceptable.

In a fit of inner turmoil, she hated her parents. America had never hated anyone before. Well, she had disliked people. Detested them, even. But nowhere in her heart was there room for hate until now. She cursed Dominik for making her feel such awful things. And then, she loved him for it. She had never let herself feel anything close to that before, because her obedient, loving nature held it back. Sometimes in her dances, that passion came through, but it always stopped short. She held back. She was too afraid to be furious, until now. Dominik had set her free, and she could kiss him for it. That would be a toppling point, though, and she knew it. Best to let her feelings aside, especially since his heart was broken to bits. She didn't need to become his rebound, and he didn't need her to be showing affection that could possibly be a temporary thing.

"I'm not sure what it is, but go ahead. I told the man at the stand to give me whatever he wanted. Too deep in thought to care, I suppose."

She tilted the ice cream cone toward Dominik, turning her head to look back out over the water. The night was beautiful, cool and crisp and clear. A big moon hung over the waters as they ebbed and flowed, rolling over each other and breaking on the shores. The tranquil view may have brought peace to America's mind, but she was too far from that now. There were more important things taking up residence in her head that a lovely evening with a close companion. Things like a man from the past.

"My parents are awful, and I'll be the first to admit it. But they only want what they think is best for me, I'm afraid."

And that's the most dangerous kind of parenting. She thought to herself. When my wants are replaced with theirs.

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tag:: dompom
mood:: thoughtful
notes:: it's probably spumoni ice cream. Cx

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[dominik antonio ramirez]

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constant reminders

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He wondered for a second, how his parents would react to america, sure they'd think she was born into royalty, and that her parents are slimy rats, but they would just not see what he was seeing right now, the cute always giddy girl, the one he saw at school all the time. but they might change, if they see that in her, or if they all eat some of his mothers cooking, and america likes it, his mother would giggle and try and talk to her in portugese, oh what a sight that would be to see. but first he had to get to the point where he would even invite her over to dinner, he was slightly sure that this would just be a casual conversation.
but it could be something more than that...

he grinned at the fact she didn't know what ice cream she got, and as she tilted it towards him, it was like they were both playing a game, 'come alittle closer, i have a surprise for you.' he smiled at the thought, but he cracked first. who could resist that smile, and as he slid closer, he felt like a magnet, he just wanted to get closer and closer. but he stopped himself, still a slightly safe distance. but he grabbed a hold of the ice cream, his hand reaching around and slightly grazing her hand.

he had himself a taste, and he thought for a moment, a sherlock face came up on him, he noticed the icecream had different flavors, even fruits inside, he figured it was spumoni, and he took a wild guess "tastes like..." he pauses and laughs "wild guess, but spumoni?" but he shut up quickly, knowing that she would talk soon, and she did.

"....but they only want what they think is best for me, I'm afraid." he only forced himself a small smile. he replied with a simple "have you tried telling them that you might not want to?" the last thing he wanted to see, was america upset. even if they were just friends for now, it would mean that he would have failed as a friend, and maybe, the one that got away.
but it could be something more than that...

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music; the one that got away / katy perry
notes; ^ please dont let that happen ^
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[AMERICA ANN MAYBE]

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America let Dominik have the ice cream. She didn't need it, anyway. Sighing, she listened to his voice and let it sink in. His question was simple. Had she ever confronted her parents? The answer was yes, and many more times than once. The result was always the same. She was too obedient, too kind, too concerned with the feelings of others to do anything. Her parents had always controlled her life, and she simply could not tell them off.

One of the most painful times America had ever tried to speak with them, she had been about eleven. Her parents were wanting to take her on a vacation, with her father’s business associate, Trevor Gordon, and his family. It was not so bad, the idea of it, but ran over an important dance recital that America hadn’t wanted to miss. The dance number she had been taught was extremely passionate and full of fire; her favorite to date. Begging and pleading hadn’t worked, and instead she’d been taken on a trip and had been, coincidentally, kicked out of the studio she had gone to since she was very little. Her heart was broken, but it did not matter. Her parents’ happiness was all that mattered in the family, it seemed.

She now began to realize that pleasing everyone was impossible, and she hated not being as happy as she could be. She missed dance, she missed the chances to socialize with friends and not stuffy adults. All those years she had let go to waste, she was beginning to see them all catch up to her now. The pain, the sadness, the little things she had stuffed into a bottle in the deepest corner of her soul, all breaking free. Had she been alone, she might have cried, or at least let herself do something to keep from bursting. Unfortunately, she was too strong to shed tears in front of other people, or maybe too foolish to do so, but she could not let herself. So instead, she did something completely irrational. And she did not care.

The kiss was not terribly long, but America had thrown herself at Dominik in a way that she would forever deem foolish and unladylike. All her resolve to behave was gone now, and the little goody-two-shoes inside her soul had grown sick of doing things that were deemed socially acceptable. Here and now, she was kissing a many who had just lost his girlfriend. She was probably killing him inside, because clearly he was not interested. He probably still loved Ariel. America did not care, not now, not ever. It was as if she was going through a metamorphosis and becoming someone new. She suddenly backed away from Dominik, folding her arms and turning away.

“I’m sorry. I don’t know what came over me.”

As cliché as it sounded, it was the truth, and America was still feeling unreasonably honest tonight. She stood, waiting for Dominik to do something, dreading what he would think of her now.

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tag:: dompom
mood:: embarrassed
notes:: good thing she didn't explode!

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[dominik antonio ramirez]

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constant reminders

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stupid enough to get sucked into soccer, well atleast your good at it. before his whole soccer trip, he always wanted to be something that had an actual job behind it, not just to kick the ball for money. but to actually work minimum wage, put himself through hardship. sure it would be a waste of his talent, maybe he'll be a shipyard worker for the summer, he heard they get ridiculous arms. but he felt like it would be an experience. but the gene's that told him to do this probably came from his fathers side, his father was a farmer before america, worked his field hard, just to get food on the table for him and his family.

but back to reality, cold hard reality. reality was that he would be cast into being some asshole for supposedly dumping ariel, when they both called it off. he needed something to repair his heart, and he didn't know if it would come soon.

oh shit.

he only saw america move forward, too fast for him to react, but the next thing he knew? bam, chilled lips together for only a brief moment. it sent some sparks down his spine, and since it was the first kiss they shared together, it was impressive. but before he could answer back, with a kiss of his own, she was spinning around, and apologizing.

he didn't know what to do, he could put a hand on her shoulder and walk around to try and talk to her, or could talk to her with her back to him, no that wasn't a good idea. he decided to do something daring, seeing as if she just kissed him out of the blue, sure it was unexpected, but he liked it, and his heart mended mostly, because of it.

he slipped his hand into hers and slipped to face her. He smiled and tried to show that he didn't mind it. "i dont know either, but i liked it." he grinned softly and paused, gathering himself to speak again. "you caught me off guard, sneaky." he said with a playful tone, trying to convince her that it was ok. she was probably an emotional wreak, to be honest, so was he, and it looked like they were fixing each other, and in the process, starting something,
something magical

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[AMERICA ANN MAYBE]

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This was all so unexpected. Everything. America was feeling unusually conflicted inside, turned away from Dominik. Her lips felt like ice, as if they had been completely drained. In fact, the cold seemed to run down into every last corner and limb and fingertip, until she was ice from top to bottom. Her heart was aching, and she had never felt more alone in the world. It was as if she had cut herself off from everything good. All that she had just felt had leaked out of her, and with that kiss, she'd given up peace ever-after. There was nothing to do but listen and wait for Dominik to either leave, or say something to try to recover the lost situation. And she was certainly hoping it was not the latter. She felt alone in the universe.

So suddenly there was a spark in her hand as his fingers interlaced with hers. The warmth there spread up through her arm, past her wrist, following the blood vessels in a trail of bursting hope. Her heart blossomed open like a flower, accepting the love that he was giving her. It was not a word, not an awkward silence. It was a moment that was full of magic, invisible to all except the two of them. Something special. Forgotten in the tests of time, that could only happen between two soul mates, who had finally found each other. She felt as if she could spread her wings and fly far, past the moon and stars, to seek out new friends and companies in the distance and joyous twilight above her. Nothing had ever felt as truly ethereal as the very moment she was living in.

America's head tilted sideways, too heavy now to hold itself, resting against Dominik as if it had been drawn to him by some magnetic force. She sighed softly, and nothing else mattered. There was now someone here to believe in her, and the stars seemed to glow even brighter now. The joy she felt was replaced with a big smile and a boundless happiness. A short walk down the Pier was a carnival, and its noises and lights seemed so spectacular. An idea crossed her mind, and she suddenly lifted her head up, turning it slightly so she could see Dominik. Tonight would be all about them.

"Come on. Let's go have some fun. I think tonight we deserve it."

She dragged him down the worn wooden planks of the dock, enjoying every moment that she could hold his hand. They finally reached the carnival, and the illuminating signs, flashing colors, all of it was perfect. The night was perfect, and nothing else mattered. Couples looked on in envy at the two who had just found each other, even for a moment, and wished upon themselves to find the same magic that was sparked by the interlocking of two hands. A magic that was as old and timeless as the universe itself. For once in America's life, it seemed, she was no longer alone in that universe.

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constant reminders

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it was like they were destined, which he was still a bit confused about. he didn't know if she felt the same way. but he knew about the whole 'the first kiss will tell you everything'. and he totally believed in that. even though the kiss was cold, it was, electrifying, and slightly addicting, he longed for more but good things come to those who wait. and dominik was known for being patient. he had never really experienced this type of kiss before. sure he kissed ariel for the first time, but he received a hand to his cheek, and it hurt.

but he felt something, on his shoulder, a small weight on it. you know how they say that some people hold the whole world on their shoulders? well, dominik thought he was, and his world was america, because tonight, it changed. why had he been so blind before? sure he saw america countless times, she was always so happy and giggling with her cheerleader friends. but he was forced to look away every time, as ariel would come talk to him. but that was old news now. and he slightly cocked his head to softly catch her in a small trap of his, between his cheek and his shoulder.

"... I think tonight we deserve it."

"okay" he said in a warm tone as his heart warmed up a bit, this would be more than ducktape and glue to repair his heart, it was like he recieved a completely new one. it was almost like a miracle. but before he knew it, he was being dragged along by america, slightly grinning at what might come, but he was surprised to see the year round carnival, he totally forgot about that. he looked around to see some other couples that he had despised a few minutes ago, but now he understood. but that was the least of his worries, to have eyes on them too.

he was going to win her a prize, it didn't matter where, but he would get one for her, he knew it was every girls dream for her man to get her one of those big fluffy teddy bears.

"see anything i can win for you?" he said in a playful tone, he hoped it wouldn't be that throwing game, he sucked at throwing, let alone baseball. but he would try if she would point to it, and as they began their search for prizes to win, he couldn't help but feel like a kid again. but then again, he had never really been to a carnival as a kid, he was stuck home and in the fields with his friends as they kicked a muddy ball around on the streets of their little village.

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[AMERICA ANN MAYBE]

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America felt as if she were in a dream. A dream where every time you turn around, something is even better than it was before. She knew that she and Dominik were not a couple, not officially, anyway, but that there had to be something between them. It was more than friendship, at least from America's point of view, and she was hopeful that he felt the same. Clearly the static hadn't died down, even if the buzz from it had calmed slightly. Faded but not disappeared. Enough to remind her that she was still human, and that strange things still happened.

After all, what was stranger than this? America considered Ariel a good friend--everyone who she had positive encounters with was a "good friend," mind you--and she had never wanted to do anything like this. She'd always sort of admired Dominik and Ariel together. They'd had moments of sweetness, even if there was a certain chemistry lacking. She'd never expected it to go sour, but felt she might be partly to blame. If Ariel had remained uptight about Dominik's less-than-Christian ideals, and America hadn't been able to fix it completely, it could have torn them apart. More than likely, that was why they had split. They were too different to be good for each other.

And yet, America did not mind. She left the past in the past, because it was gone, and didn't need stirring up. Everyone did things in the past, and though it could affect them in the future, it rarely did. She was trusting of everyone, and knew there were skeletons in all closets. She had her own, even if she tried not to dwell on them. She was happy to trust in what she felt now, and what she was feeling now was comfort, safety, security, and acceptance. It was bundling her up like a warm hug, its loving arms fully extended around the farthest reaches of her heart. This was so much richer and more vibrant than anything else she could have wished for on a night like tonight. It reminded her that sometimes the universe could throw a miracle your way when you needed it the most.

For a very brief instant, America wondered what would come of these feelings. Certainly, people would say that it was rushed, and might even call this a fling or a rebound. If it turned into anything more than tonight, that is. She could feel them bashing and hating on her, saying that America had clearly lied about her feelings toward Dominik to Ariel. She had lied, somewhat, but not about that. Not then. The world would rain down of those two if they felt like going forward with what they had, but oddly enough, America didn't mind. She was ready for all that they could throw at her. After that moment, she pushed those things out of her mind, letting them leave her alone for the rest of the evening.

Smiling, America saw a particularly adorable looking teddy bear in one of the stalls. She didn't bother to look at what the game was, but simply pointed to it and let out a sort of child-like giggle. Dominik was certainly bringing out the cutest in her, and she could not be sure why. There was nothing wrong with being your best, brightest, happiest self, though, and she certainly wasn't ready to face the real world again any time soon. Instead, she clung onto Dominik's arm and watched a few people pass by and admire the two of them. No longer did she detest being watched, because she was proud of what the world would see now.

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notes:: she's naming the teddy bear
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constant reminders

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but even when he was with ariel, just seeing america would brighten his day. although he keep this thought to himself, he would always smile as she giggled along, as he would pick up ariel from her cheerleading practice, he would always offer all the girls a small smile, it was a habit, and that might have made ariel slightly jealous, but he can't change himself in the past, sorry ariel. but now that he was with america, he would take love seriously, as if he didn't before, but he would actually watch himself. he had enough with these rumors, not like he was affected with them, just gave those royals something to keep them from going insane, but he didn't mind the attention, he'd be soon getting millions of fans from his home country and the country he played for, whatever it may be.

but he felt her eyes drift to a stall, he cast a glance to her her eyes, and confirmed it, and he looked to the stall as well, seeing a rather large teddy bear, but with the game he dreaded. but if know was the time to change, it would be now. and as she giggled, a smile grew on him, larger than he would have thought he could make. but as she clung to him, like a lost child, he walked over to the stall, placing a bill on the table. he'd have to get 30 points for that teddy bear. but for him to get thirty points, all the pins had to be knocked down, three consecutive times.

he sighed and looked at the three clay balls placed down at his arms reach, he took one and held it, throwing it a few times in the air to test its weight, before chucking it at the small triangle of cones. the first batch fell. he looked to her with a smile, she was helping him believe it or not. and after the second batch fell, it was hero time. and when he threw the last ball, he looked to her, hearing a cludder, but he was looking to america, just in case she was going to jump him again, she already surprised him once tonight, and he would be prepared this time, if it happened of course.

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[AMERICA ANN MAYBE]

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There comes a moment in the life of every young one. A moment where it is almost that dreams can be real and life can be something unbelievable. This whole night seemed to be the moment in America's life that could decide everything. As she watched Dominik toss the first ball up and down a few times, it seemed as if it were moving in slow motion. She breathed in and out rhythmically, and the entire world slowed to match her pace.

To her right, a couple laughing at some game she did not recognize. To her left, a few kids ran by, giggling. The lights flashed in a silent, bright, monotone tune that created sweet music in the air. It was dizzying to some, but helped others, such as America, tune in and focus on the moment. The sounds of the games accompanied the light show, and the smell of cotton candy and cheap food mixed in to add a third sense of wonder. It was a paradise, like a child's playland, meant for dreamers and doers to come and become people of unimportant actions and fill them with strange, wondrous joys. America heard some clattering and looked up to notice the first set of pins knocked down. She felt a little smile creep across her face, but it seemed that it was more the atmosphere than just his winning. Another set were knocked down, but everything was still moving like a haze. It gave her time to think.

Think about her life. Think about what all this meant. Dominik, here and now, probably nothing more than a simple fling, a summer romance, as much as she wanted it to be something more. America's parents would not like her to do something so drastic on her own, like getting a boyfriend now. Someone they didn't know. But, he wasn't he boyfriend. One night of fun for both of them didn't nearly classify as a serious thing. Nothing about tonight seemed serious enough to be of any importance in the long run. But this was hardly the time to reflect on what was happening. Instead, she wanted to be able to enjoy the evening and let go. Try as she might, however, her mother's voice kept filling her head. She was being given away without a choice, and in rebellion, she had left the socializing without a word, and found something far better.

America knew this was something she'd never done before. She was by all definitions a rule follower, controlled and not troublesome or spontaneous like other teens her age. Simply put, she was a goody-two-shoes. She had personal rules that she always followed, and could no longer break from her shell. There wasn't even a crack there, in her mighty coat of laws, and it gave her stability but robbed her of freedom. Now was the time she had to make a choice. She watched Dominik throw the ball, but it seemed to stall and stop very close to its target. The world had come to a standstill, and America knew she had to make a choice.

The ball hit its third target, and America had made her choice. She looked up at Dominik with bright eyes, smiling softly. There were no words to enhance the moment, and the silence spoke volumes more than she ever could. She broke away from him only for a moment, to claim the prize from a dull-looking attendant behind the counter, and then was right back to his side. He looked at her and she looked at him, and America felt no regret. She had made her choice, and she was happy now.

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constant reminders

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and nobody wants to play some dude who seems to be a ladies man, when all he's doing is just trying to have fun with life. he sees the same ten guys over and over again on the field, its a bit monotonous and constricting. if ariel was jealous of the fact he could probably have any girl in this school other than desiree. then so be it, but he had to stop with this whole playboy attitude, and settle down with a nice girl, and actually enjoy love then try and chase it around and get easy play at clubs or parties.

but the thing was, he was changing, maybe it was what america was sparking him, or maybe it was just a rude wake up call. but it forced him to try at this ball game, nailing the pins every time, until he saw her walk over and get the large bear from her. he did it, he got her what she wanted, and he expected nothing in return, after all, he wouldn't mind anyway. even if it had been over the course of just a day, he had seemingly changed, he didn't know how, he just felt different.

and when he looked to america, her eyes shining in the circus lights around him, he offered her a feeble smile and looked around to see if there was something else they could do, he heard a couple giggling behind him, but he didn't care, he was focused on america, and thats how it should be. he tilted his head ever so slightly, he wondered what she wanted to do now. but the least he could do now was slip a hand into her free one, and step out of the way for the next people in line "wanna get some cotton candy or something?" he asked out of curiosity, he heard the cotton candy here was like the best or something. but he wouldn't care about the taste, this night was about her and not him and his whims about women.

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[AMERICA ANN MAYBE]

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It is not often that an author of the story which we follow with such excitement and thrill feels the need to interject into the line of events and explain things. Even now, the author does not come here to make the events that have transpired any clearer. Simply, they come to inform you about the true magnitude of what could be happening here. It is this understanding that may help you feel the deep appreciation for passing events much like those who fabricate them have such feelings. In order to connect with America and Dominik, we may first look at their history.

America was born into unmatched wealth. She was raised by caretakers more than her parents ever interacted with her. She found dance at an early age, and used it as an opening to express the emotions that she had otherwise forced and choked down into her soul as if she were unable to feel them at all. Bottling up her deepest desires was something she had always done. Her confidence on her outward appearance came mostly from the expressive arts which she participated in, but less of it came from herself. An unhealthy relationship with her parents had given her the strange desire to be a pleaser, and to never do anything that could hurt others. While this did some good, it did largely as much bad on her own self.

As we should be informed, America is and always has been a dancer of no common rate. We do not need to dwell on this, though, because it will come up later in the future of this relationship that is forming as the author speaks to you. America was always told what she was and what she could and could not do, and everything of her life was always laid out before her. She obeyed without defiance, never once breaking rules or failing to follow society's pressure of conformity. She did not test the patience of others. She did not ever overstep boundaries. A single glance or quiet warning was enough to snap her into shape when she began to falter, and thus, the girl who never did wrong was born.

It may seem bizarre that one could not find within themselves the ability to rebel at all, but in America's quiet world, rebellion was not necessary. She could get along easily with everyone, and absorb their every pain and worry like a sponge. She was herself, and though she was easily molded by her parents into whatever they wanted her to be, America preserved her typical nature. Following the footsteps of her parents, she jumped at the ability to be a cheerleader and claim a spot in the highest, most well-honored selection of girls known to Manchester Preparatory Academy. Now, the author of such a poor girl who hasn't the faintest who or what she is or wants to be without her authoritative figures fines no need to continue with her deepest psychological diggings. Those you should be able to properly examine by now.

America was born and raised in Maryland, with her parents, the second-generation wealth of the family of technological industry genius multi-millionaires, as an only child. Growing up she was socially awkward a very distant from people, but grew into her own in middle school. Her first boyfriend lasted a week in eighth grade, and was a boy who she hadn't talked to since. She had later found herself together with the boy she is now faced with the idea of marriage to, and for a long time the two were very perfect together. Sparks flew and there was wonder and joy; unfortunate to both of them, neither had the legs to stand on their own without some sort of guidance, and they, realizing as much, let the relationship flutter away in the breeze. America had since been single, and had since found relationships unnecessary and confusing. That is, until now.

Like America, the boy featured here has a history that also draws from deeper psychological roots, but we do not need to delve so much into him, because one author should never intrude upon the creative imaginings of another. Yet, for the sake of this explanation, it is equally necessary that we discuss the background of a budding star. Dominik has the American Dream in his history and his sights, and that is enough to explain the very gist of his past. If by now you are sick of these in-depth explorations, while an author is forced to commend you for such reading, you are allowed to skip down to the last paragraph and read what would be happening in the present time.

Dominik came from the humble background of a small town in Brazil. Not a resident of the United States, he lived a very different style of life than those of us spoiled with common luxuries would expect. He would attend a small school, come home, and do his best to help his family make a simple living. As he grew older he began to play the game known to him as futbol, and with each passing day, his father and mother discovered the talent of their wonderful son. Joining the school's team in his middle school years, he enjoyed the fame, the girls, and the thrill of the sport. From his childhood, the thoughts of his favorite sport were deeply rooted as seeds in his subconscious. It was as if the simple suggested greatness by his father sent him on the path that would make this very activity his favorite pastime, and as anyone who knows what true talent means and consists of, the future of his world.

When Dominik's skills grew to a place where they could no longer expand, the family took every last scrap they had and made the journey to the United States. Here, Dominik learned so much more, and the game he had now learned to call soccer claimed his life. There were always girls, and the memory of one in his past who was to him as America's first true love was to her lingered on still. Luckily for Dominik, and somewhat unluckily as well, he found girls to replace her with. One in particular, known as Ariel, the sweet, innocent, little darling dear that he would love with full heart and soul. The girls always threw themselves at Dominik, however, even with Ariel; he was a ladies' man to any who knew him. He was attractive, talented, and quite the player, who enjoyed the collection of fangirls he managed to make over his years of budding fame.

Underneath that ladykiller physique is a very different boy of a very different breed. Dominik does not have a real sense of desire for collecting seas of women. Simply, he does it for that is what society has engrained into the fabric of his mind since as early as any could remember. He is a rebel, a free spirit who knows what he is, or supposes it at least, and fears nothing but the regret that could come from doing something or, not doing it. In his heart, deep beneath the flashing cameras and sports contracts, is a very romantic young boy's psyche. Dominik is innocent, sweet, loving, and loyal beyond measure. What one would consider him to be, if they could see what an author can and does, is a man whose gentlemanly ways make him seem like he has stepped out of the romantic period in the Renaissance. A rebellious sweetheart, almost but not quite the perfect contradiction.

This sort of man is exactly what America never thought she wanted, but it was exactly what she needed. And Dominik needed her equally. So now, as an author feels you can possibly look at this relationship properly, and see it never should work but somehow manages to stay standing, with two opposites attracting, two people clinging to each other when they need each other more than any other, this story can step forward. We return now to the present, hopeful for these two lost souls who have traversed the earth long enough without one another. Is it enough that they simply grow with each other? For now, it would seem that way; the author has no need to reappear to you again, unless something happens that requires another narrative dictating the manner of what you read and what you should feel.

America looked at Dominik, her soft smile full of love and appreciation. There was no need to think anymore, and for the first time, she felt no need to over-think the events. She just had the desire to let them be. America felt a soft sigh escape her lips as they parted to speak, but it was so gentle, like a wind you can only scarcely feel brushing past your cheek, and it carried with it the weight of anything she had felt before.
"I believe some cotton candy would be fantastic."
She smiled, her own rapturous elation mixing with the smells of sweets, and making her sickly desirous for a treat such as cotton candy. Nothing seemed to be available to make the evening better than it was now. From rock bottom to sky high she had gone, and was soaring next to one of the finest souls she had ever come in contact with. Letting her hand slide down to entangle his, fingers mixing in a sweet, soft embrace, she let him lead her wherever he may, for at a moment like this, she was unable to do anything but float with him in a sea of splendorous emotions.

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So I must tell you the story of my life. At the beginning of this past week, I met my husband from the musical I'm in. For the second time ever, I might add, since I'd only briefly known him during Callbacks and briefly after by talking over Facebook. And he reminds me of Dominik in that he is rebellious, but lovable, and goes out of his way to show he cares. He had just had a crushing break-off with a girl and talked to me about it. The next day, we spent almost all day together. Now he admits that he likes me, and I reciprocate those feelings. I'm the goody-two-shoes rule-follower America. This makes me want to explode with feels, guys. Just explode with them. THIS ROMANCE IS HAPPENING TO ME IN REAL LIFE RIGHT NOW GUYS. 8D



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tag:: dompom
mood:: mixed
notes:: don't mind this. ^^"

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[dominik antonio ramirez]

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constant reminders

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Each book an author writes is a collection of masterpieces, each page being its own. its up to the author to create these pieces, in the minds eye it may be one, but to the reader it could be just another page to read to get to the good part. but if books were meant to be all good, then why aren't they just a few odd of ten pages? some say filler, the author of this narrative says its build up. the build up creates the suspense, the true meaning of reading a book cover to cover. the feeling of doing so will emerge you into the book, the story, even an epic.

With each story, there must be characters. these characters create and populate the book, for the good and the bad. each story has them, regardless of the age group. they create a sense of security, and you say to yourself, 'maybe one day i will grow up to be just like him, or her.' and it gives us hope in the darkest hours, or brightens an already glowing mind. whatever the case may be, stories are with us, they are around you, in you, everywhere, verbal or not.

Now we must turn our attention to this authors main character; Dominik. as the author above has summarized his story, its filled with pure luck and the american dream. behind every dream is a soul, a real person. sure the lights and money is good for him, but its the society around it that corrupted him, life did him wonders, and now society is breaking those wonders down, just like the roman's did with their conquered lands. but enough of reminders and lectures about something you probably wont read, and lets get back into the story shall we?

Dominik led her slowly, looking at the cart and back to her, muttering a previously said phrase. and when she replied with a whisper, it sent a small shiver down his spine, which was a bit of something he'd expect, but he wasn't sure if it was good. he smiled to her reply, and felt the silky smooth fingers of hers wrap into his, he could only wonder.

Was he really this lucky?

Probably not, he'd have to deal with drama again, but he didn't care anymore, society could attack him all he wanted, he had built a steel wall in retrospect to the situation at hand. but he needed to break away from this annoyance, this insanity called life. and america provided that escape, even if it was only just this night, he was sure it would be plenty more of these nights as well. and as the smell of cotton candy grew, so did his euphoria. and when he got to the vendor, the man looking like he was barely awake, he slid the change from the game vendor.

They received two cones, one blue and one a hot pink. he took them with a smile and told him to keep the five dollar change, he had enough money as it is. he then turned to america and raised a brow. "decisions decisions.." he grinned as he held the two cotton candy's. he was positive that the hot pink would be hers, but then again, she could play games with him and make him look like a fool with the pink one. he wouldn't care, shouldn't, couldn't care less about want other people think. because within the next year, sports casters and nations will be looking at his every move.
but for now, he would share his movements with america.
and not ever wanting to forget the moment.

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words; 1011
music; calabria // enur
notes; <33 i tried to ease it down a bit XD

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