meet me at my window. [tag; Luke]

[IMOGEN ELIZABETH GREEN]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 388px; border: 10px solid #d9d5c4; background-color: #dee0dc; padding: 15px;][STYLE=font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold; font-size: 32px; padding-left: 3px; border-bottom: 8px solid #b1afa5; color: #9d9a8d; letter-spacing: -2px; text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px 87857d; text-align: center;]you could even heal me.[/style][STYLE= border-bottom: 8px solid #b1afa5; text-align: center;][/style][STYLE=background-image: url(); opacity: 0.7; padding: 10px; text-align: justify; font-size: 7.5pt; letter-spacing: 1px; color: #434443] New York City was home now. Imogen could finally breathe. Nobody here knew her. Nobody knew that the last month of her high school should have been the best time in her life but rather, it had been a living Hell. She'd made the carnal error; she'd fallen for the hottest guy at Manchester Prepatory and what had happened? The queen bee had, rather publicly, ripped her a new arsehole. Every day when she entered the high school, she kept her head down as she passed students, all of them whispering behind their hands. Hundreds of sets of eyes watched her as she moved from class to class, the gossip blogger and had an absolute field day. And then there was Desiree Sinclair. Honestly? Imogen had no idea that she had a crush on Luke but she should have known. She should have known because they were so similar. Beautiful, smart but deadly, she'd crossed a line. Apparently. It stung the way that her reputation had been in tatters but Luke Moreau's was untouched. If anything, it somehow boosted it while Imogen was enduring her mistake daily. Stupid. She was so stupid. How the Hell had that happened? The consequences were dire but no, she decided to follow her heart, only to get it ripped out of her chest and stomped on. There was a reason she was so cold and distant. It was because this wouldn't happen. All because of one silly, insignificant Frenchman. He swanned in, all handsome, without a care in the world. What made things worse was that he didn't stand by her, he effectively threw her under the metaphorical bus. Imogen felt as though she'd been hard done by. She was the harlot, she was the life ruiner, she was the slut but what about Luke? Nothing. He didn't look at her at class, he'd stopped offering her rides home. She felt…betrayed, almost. He'd gotten what he wanted from her. He said it was a game in English class when they'd flirted. Honestly, deep down, she'd hoped she'd been wrong. That he was a nice guy, kind, sweet and this was all a front but no. The stress had been terrible for Imogen. She'd cried so much that her eyes and swelled up, red and puffy and her parents even made an appointment for her at the GP's office because this was so out of character for their daughter. How could one kiss at a party ruin her? She'd fallen for that insignificant Frenchman and before her feelings could go any deeper, she did was she always did when she faced a problem. She'd run away. Unfortunately, she had to return to Ocean City. Imogen had gone to stay with her cousin in Paris for a few weeks over the summer to try and clear her head, perhaps meet another handsome Frenchman but her grandmother hadn't been well. She'd made a full recovery, thank God but her time in France hadn't erased her from people's memories. She'd walked home from the hospital but she'd bumped into Desiree outside Starbucks. Imogen had ducked her head and tried to scoot around the tall brunette but she'd seen her and all Hell had broken loose. Desiree had lost it. It was a snide remark and then a yell then a slanging match and before Imogen knew it, Desiree had punched her. It was at that point where she realised that she had to leave Ocean City, she never wanted to come home ever again. Thankfully, the following week was the start of term at NYU. Her parents had stayed the weekend and they'd hung out, having dinners and sightseeing and she was sad to see them go. Now, they were the only stable thing she had in her life at the moment. It was a little after seven in the evening and the corridors outside her dorm were loud. The students were excited, there was a big party at another campus that evening. Music blared, the bass causing her photos to jiggle in their frames and laughter rang out. Girls were getting ready, the boys had gotten hold of some beer, she dreaded to think of what the common room looked like. A few of the people on her art history course had asked if she was going and when she declined, they whined and pouted but she wasn't in a party mood right now. The tall blonde sat cross legged on her dorm floor, an easel resting against her single bed. Her long blonde hair was tied back into a loose, messy ponytail, her face free of make up and there was still a faint bruise under her right eye were Desiree's fist and collided with her eye socket. Imogen was dressed simply in a pair of black spanky pants, her long pale legs on display and an old white off the shoulder t shirt. It was ripped, it was her painting shirt and it showed off one of her collarbones. Her pale skin had paint and pastel marks over it but she didn't care. A knock at the door made her snap up. Oh, Pizza guy! Earlier, she'd called for one and she got to her feet, rummaging in her purse to extract a twenty dollar bill. "Coming!" She called. She didn't bother fixing her appearance, she wasn't looking to seduce a pizza boy tonight. With a smile, she opened the door, money in hand. "Thank you so much, I'm starvi--" The sentence died on her tongue as she looked at the figure. That was no pizza boy. That was Luke Moreau. Imogen's smile faltered and in a knee jerk reaction, she slammed the door back shut in his face. [/style] [STYLE=background-image: url(http://i1214.photobucket.com/albums/cc483/wafflesandsyrupp/96877866.jpg); opacity: 0.7; padding: 10px; text-align: justify; font-size: 7.5pt; letter-spacing: 1px;]tagged

[/color] Poppy/Luke <3
words[/color] 955
music[/color] "Smoke It" - The Dandy Warhols
notes[/color] Hope it's okay! <333[/style]

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[LUKE ANTHONY MOREAU]

my paper heart will bleed

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image: url(http://i758.photobucket.com/albums/xx223/ka7raelizabeth/3346431062_dc458bf3d0-1.jpg); width: 388px; padding-top: 20px; padding-bottom: 20px;] while everyone was having fun during their last month of high school luke was going crazy. he had actually found a girl he thought was amazing and wanted to be with. at first attempting to sleep with imogen was all just a game. she was just another one of those girls who thought they could resist his charm and he was just bored and loved a challenge. luke had gotten what he wanted, she actually did end up falling for him but what he hadn't expected was that he would do the same for her. he found himself constantly thinking about ways to get her attention and to get her to even consider going out with a guy like him. she was so out of his league he really didn't expect anything to ever happen between the two. she was into school and actually doing something with her life while he was busy wasting away on partying and random chicks. everything about him started changing. he had actually started going to class and would rarely ever go out to party. the most rare of all was that he stopped hooking up completely, even with miss queen bee herself. when she realized what had happened she was furious. how could she have lost her boy-toy to some random nerd? luke didn't really see it as a big deal and continued attempting to pursue imogen. he had even gotten a kiss from her at a party! if only she knew how much it had meant to him that she had lowered her shield long enough for him to get a foot through. but then all of a sudden everything changed. everyone was constantly badgering him with questions trying to figure out how he could have given up one of the hottest girls in school. they didn't understand why he was so willing to give up his reputation and all the perks that came with it. he was on cloud nine and what he hadn't realized was how this was negatively impacting imogen. des wasn't the only one angry about his feelings, it seemed that most of the school was. luke really didn't understand how many people thought they had some type of say in the way he lived his life. all the girls had some type of mentality that he was there only to be shared and no girl could actually be with him. just the idea of him and imogen dating was driving everyone at the school crazy. at first he thought it would be fine and just tried to ignore it all. he thought that maybe it would just be best if he had left her alone. if he pretended nothing happened between the both of them he was sure that everyone would just get over it and let her be. it was hard at first to just act as though she didn't exist but he was so use to putting up a front he soon did it easily. luke had to pretend that he didn't care about her and that everything that had happened between them was just a game like he had told her in the beginning. repressing his feelings was something that he had gotten good at over the years so he lied to himself so much he actually started to believe it. he slowly returned to his old ways and life became simple again. all he focused on was what party he was going to go too that night and how drunk he was going to get. his entire summer pretty much consisted of him drinking until he was sick. summer was coming to an end and everyone was getting ready to head to school but luke had no plans. he wasn't going to school and he wasn't working. mostly he just sat around his empty house and drank. but then he heard something about a fight happening between imogen and des. well more like des punching her and the whole time happened to be on the gossip blog. normally luke never paid attention to things like that but he had gotten a text from a friend saying he had to check it out. the first thing that he thought about was that imogen was back in town. he couldn't even count the number of times he tried to call her drunk but he was met with the same message that the phone wasn't in service. he pulled out his phone and scrolled over to her name in his contact list and he knew that there was no way she would answer a call from him no matter what he had to say. but he didn't just want to call her, he wanted to actually see her. he made a few calls and figured out that she was going to NYU which meant he wasn't going to see her until she back after the semester. even though he knew he was being drastic and that she probably wouldn't even speak to him he had to try. he just wanted to explain to her that he had real feelings for her and he was just not man enough to do anything about them. her not wanting to forgive him made perfect sense but he had to at least try to get her to realize that he thought he could be in love with her. booking a flight to new york he used his fathers contacts to find out what dorm she was staying at. once he was in new york luke paced around his hotel room too nervous to actually go and see her. he thought maybe he'd have a beer before seeing her to calm his nerves. five beers later he realized that he needed to stop and he just needed to go and see her already. hailing a cab it didn't take him long to reach where she was supposedly staying. standing in front of the door he stared at it for a good twenty minutes before he finally brought himself to knock on it. it didn't take long for the door to open and she stood there in shock expecting someone else. he opened his mouth to speak but he was just to taken aback that nothing came out. she automatically closed the door and he snapped back to reality. knocking even harder he began to yell at the door, "imogen, please i just want to talk." pausing he sat on her step and tried to figure out another plan. he ran a hand through his head stressed and really starting to feel the buzz from the alcohol he drank. looking up he saw a confused pizza boy looking at him wondering why he was blocking the door, he was the one she probably had opened the door so excited to see. standing up luke took out his wallet to pay the boy. he began to protest saying something about knocking on the door but he was instantly quiet when a fifty was thrust in his face. the pizza boy handed him the food and he went back to the door and knocked again. maybe her hunger would convince her to let him in.

tagged: imogen! <3| words: 1200 | notes: sorry i just rambled like crazy!

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[IMOGEN ELIZABETH GREEN]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 388px; border: 10px solid #d9d5c4; background-color: #dee0dc; padding: 15px;][STYLE=font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold; font-size: 32px; padding-left: 3px; border-bottom: 8px solid #b1afa5; color: #9d9a8d; letter-spacing: -2px; text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px 87857d; text-align: center;]you could even heal me.[/style][STYLE= border-bottom: 8px solid #b1afa5; text-align: center;][/style][STYLE=background-image: url(); opacity: 0.7; padding: 10px; text-align: justify; font-size: 7.5pt; letter-spacing: 1px; color: #434443] Her body had reacted before her brain did. It was knee-jerk reaction, the slam of the door was oddly satisfying and she secretly hoped that he was so close that she might have been able to break that lovely nose of it. Her bright blue eyes stared at the inside of the door, her breath coming in short, little rasps that made her chest rise and fall quickly. What the Hell? What was going on? Why had he here? The way he pounded on the door made her wince. Imogen closed her eyes tightly, clamping her hands over her ears. The walls in her dorm were thin and it was distressing. She heard everything. The fights on the phone between a girl and her boyfriend, laughter, even two teenagers having sex. At least she hadn't slept with Luke, she was embarrassed to admit that she was totally ready and willing to take that step a few months ago. That was what probably hurt her the most. In a state of distress, she rested her forehead against her door. "Talk?" Imogen repeated as Luke pleaded with her. A very small dark part of her revelled in how upset and desperate he sounded. "Now you want to talk?" The tall blonde said, her voice taking on a steely tone and every word dripped with sarcasm. "You haven't spoken to me in three months," she hissed through the thin wood of the door, "So you can talk through the door!" The artist yelled back, balling her hand into a fist. She pulled it back and punched her side of the door in pent up anger, the loud bang! reverberating around her poky little dorm room. Imogen was having an internal struggle. Part of her wanted to ignore Luke like he ignored her, to forget this ever happened, to turn him away but a much larger part wanted to hear just what he was playing at. She'd read the rumours. Stupidly, Imogen had logged on to the gossip blog in Paris and read the nasty, derogatory comments about her. She'd read that Luke had gone to Desiree Sinclair's house and people were saying that they'd slept together and the realisation felt like a punch in the kidneys. It was just a kiss. Imogen knew it had gone far deeper than that. She was a smart girl. She knew that technically, Luke hadn't done anything wrong. He'd acted exactly like he always did. She was just another conquest. Imogen had joined the ranks of stupid girls that had fallen head over heels for the charismatic Frenchman, the one thing she swore she'd never do. How pathetic. After the twenty fifth phone call, Imogen had turned off her phone. It was like a massive scandal. There were text messages from girls, asking what was going on, asking if they could have Luke's phone number. She'd gotten nasty emails from the Royals. She'd set her phone straight to voicemail. Before she left for college, she'd bought herself a brand new iPhone, the latest version. The only people who had her number was her parents and her dorm mates, the people on her course at NYU. Luke Moreau couldn't reach her and good, she didn't want to see him. But how had he found her? Honestly, she wasn't impressed he'd turned up. She wasn't one of those girls who were moved by these actions. He had so much money, he probably chartered his family's private jet to fly over in luxury, booked a room at a five star hotel but trying to play the cute, remorseful teenager. Imogen wasn't going to have it. Luke knocked again, softer this time and the tall blonde swallowed a lump of sadness. Heaving a heavy sigh, she opened the door a little, just so she could poke her head around it. As soon as she looked at him, she regretted it. She looked like a mess. Her hair was unstyled and she wasn't wearing any make up. The bruise Desiree was showing, a faded purple mark was still apparent on her cheekbone. Imogen usually used concealer and powder to cover it when she socialised but tonight, she figured it was just her so she hadn't bothered. She opened the door wider, keeping hold of it with one hand and stepping into the light. Imogen frowned as she looked at him before she dropped her eyes down to her bare feet and her perfectly manicured toe nails which were painted black. Thank God her class mates were heading to a party, she didn't want anyone else to know about this. Her Spanks showed off the entire length of her long, pale legs, complete with a few paint splatters. "Why are you here?" She said softly, finally looking up at him. He'd said he'd wanted to talk but really, what else was there left to say? She'd fallen for him, he'd ignored her, game over. Finito. Her eyes landed on the pizza box and she was suddenly angry. Typical Moreau, splashing his cash around as usual. "You can't just buy me a pizza and pretend this is all okay," she said. Suddenly, she'd lost her appetite. [/style] [STYLE=background-image: url(http://i1214.photobucket.com/albums/cc483/wafflesandsyrupp/96877866.jpg); opacity: 0.7; padding: 10px; text-align: justify; font-size: 7.5pt; letter-spacing: 1px;]tagged

[/color] Poppy/Luke <3
words[/color] 862
music[/color] ---
notes[/color] <3him![/style]

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[LUKE ANTHONY MOREAU]

my paper heart will bleed

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image: url(http://i758.photobucket.com/albums/xx223/ka7raelizabeth/3346431062_dc458bf3d0-1.jpg); width: 388px; padding-top: 20px; padding-bottom: 20px;] he couldn't help but cringe at the tone of her voice when she spoke to him. luke was expecting this time of reaction but actually hearing it was much harder than he thought. there weren't enough words to explain to her how he was feeling about everything at the moment. he felt horrible for not speaking to her but he thought maybe it would be best for her if he just stayed away. though part of him knew that wasn't the entire truth. part of him just couldn't handle actually having real feelings for someone. just the idea of caring for someone else scared him. it had been a long time since he felt some type of connection to someone who wasn't his grandparents. the urge to just run away and continue to live the life as he was too great for him to resist. but in the end it just left him heartbroken and miserable. luke was sure that he'd be running as far as he could if he hadn't bothered drinking to calm himself down earlier. he was sure that he probably reeked of alcohol but he was just hoping that imogen wouldn't get close enough to realize it until she was ready to forgive him. if that would even be the case cause he knew everything going through her mind right now regarding him had to be negative. "i know, and i'm sorry" he attempted to think of a way to explain but was taken aback when she banged on the door. taking a step back in shock he was really starting to understand that this wasn't going to be simple. it wasn't going to be one of those movie scenes where just the sight of one another had them running into each other's arms. he had a feeling there was a chance he would leave the place with a few bruises. if he did he wouldn't mind knowing that it was exactly what he deserved. if she wanted to hit him he was ready to just sit there and take it until she got all the anger out of her. knocking again he leaned close to the door, "i'm sorry, you don't understand how sorry i really am" luke begged bitting his lip as he waited for a response. she opened the door and stuck her head through it and his eyes focused in on the bruise around her eye. the bruise that she had gotten because he got her mixed up in his life. imogen opened the door more and stood into the light so he could see her even more clearly. seeing her just made his chest hurt a little more, pictures really didn't do her any justice. it had been months since he had seen her last and he thought maybe by now he would at least feel less attached to her but it was quite the opposite. "i just want-, needed to see you" he said making sure he used the correct word. want and need were two completely different things especially in this case. he didn't just want to see her, he was afraid that if he didn't his life would go into a deeper vicious bender than it already had. it was selfish for him to come and he understood that but if there was even a chance that she wanted to for some insane reason be with him, he was going to take it. once she noticed the pizza in his hands she became angry, he really hadn't thought out that plan very well. "i was just hoping it would at least get me inside to talk?" he said nervously as he fidgeted around. this was the complete opposite of how luke moreau was supposed to act. he was never nervous and he especially never fidgeted. normally it was his gaze or the way he was speaking that caused others around him to feel uncomfortable and nervous, not the other way around. everything about his demeanor changed when it came to imogen. "just hear me out, then i'll leave" luke promised. he watched her uncomfortable with the way she was looking at him as he waited for a response. the fact that she was even speaking to him was a miracle and he had his fingers crossed for another one.

tagged: imogen! <3| words: 721| notes: he's so nervous :c

credit to kara of caution, shine, & atf.

[IMOGEN ELIZABETH GREEN]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 388px; border: 10px solid #d9d5c4; background-color: #dee0dc; padding: 15px;][STYLE=font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold; font-size: 32px; padding-left: 3px; border-bottom: 8px solid #b1afa5; color: #9d9a8d; letter-spacing: -2px; text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px 87857d; text-align: center;]you could even heal me.[/style][STYLE= border-bottom: 8px solid #b1afa5; text-align: center;][/style][STYLE=background-image: url(); opacity: 0.7; padding: 10px; text-align: justify; font-size: 7.5pt; letter-spacing: 1px; color: #434443] There were so many things she wanted to say to him. She'd often run this scenario through her mind, what she'd say to him if she ever saw him again but she'd sort of tricked herself into thinking that she'd never see him again that when he showed up at her door, her mind had gone blank. Maybe she wasn't ready to see him again. Three months was a long time but for a girl like Imogen, it wasn't long enough. She wasn't as cold and cocky as she'd made out that she was. It was just a front. She was lost and insecure as any other teenage girl would have been. Sorry? He was sorry. "I'm truly convinced you don't know the meaning of the word," she spat, every word coated in acid as it dripped from her tongue. Her pride was hurting, her ego had been battered, her intelligence dented. "Explain it to me," the blonde said through the door, still feeling angry. "Missed phone calls but no voicemails didn't help your cause," she said, swallowing and steeling her nerves to continue. "No emails. No visits to my house. Luke, if you were honestly, truly sorry, you would have done something before now instead of somehow following me to New York." I needed to see you. Imogen inhaled and held her breath. Luke Moreau was good at this. He'd broken so many hearts, this was just a recycled line. How many girls had he said that to before? Ten? Twenty? It felt like a sucker punch. It felt like someone had reached into her chest and grabbed her heart and squeezed it like a stress toy. He was saying all the right things. Any normal girl would be jumping on him by now but she was determined to resist. He brought her nothing but pain. She didn't want his apologies, she didn't want empty, stupid promises. She wanted him to leave her alone so she could find someone else, someone much better than him. "If you needed to see me, I'm in the year book," she said. Once the door was opened, she knew that she'd accidentally given Luke a chance. Her big blue eyes looked him over and she was hit with conflicting emotions. He looked like a kicked puppy; vulnerable and huggable and she felt…strangely satisfied. It was nice to know that he was hurting just like she was but then again, he was a fantastic actor. He told each girl what she wanted to hear, he altered his personality to appeal to each female. Imogen still didn't know what side of him she'd made the mistake of falling for. She knew that she'd only scratched the surface, she'd told herself that he'd never bare her soul to her. He'd never let her in, he'd never be honest and that was why she was so sure they'd never work out. "I really don't think there's anything left to say, do you?" Imogen asked softly. She looked tired. She didn't look like her usual, immaculately groomed self in her expensive clothes. She was standing there in a pair of hot pants and a paint covered T shirt. When he avoided her, his actions explained everything to her. She was just another notch on his belt. "You've won," she eventually replied, her voice cracking as she forced herself to swallow. "That little game you played with me?" She asked, making sure he knew what she meant. When they first spoke and she'd dumbly flirted with him, he'd said it was just a game to him. Everything was a game to him. Her feelings didn't matter. Never did. "You won," she said again as she stared at him. She regarded him as a stranger now. Without sounding too dramatic, Luke had broken her. He'd reeled her in, he'd had his fun and he'd tossed her aside. Why she was so torn up about it, she didn't know. Maybe because she knew she was too smart to fall for someone like him and the fact that she had pissed her off more. "Congratulations," she said coldly, setting her jaw. With that said, she drew closer. She took the pizza from him and slapped a twenty dollar bill down on his still open palm with more force than necessary. "I don't want your hand outs," she said. "But the prospect of you leaving seems appealing," she mused, relinquishing control as she opened the door to let him inside. She turned on her heel, inching her way down the crowded corridor inside the apartment building. People were laughing, music was blaring, the place was crowded. Luke would like NYU. There were plenty of pretty drunk girls he could take advantage of. Imogen was well aware girls were watching him. Why wouldn't they? He was absolutely beautiful. Toned and tall with cheekbones to die for and lips that were so soft. Shame the personality didn't stack up. She stopped outside a dorm room, the door painted bright yellow with a brass number 23 nailed to it. Holding the door open, she motioned for him to step inside. "There's a party going on," she explained, gesturing to all the noise. "It'll be going all night so when you finish here, you might as well go and join in," she mumbled as she sat down on her bed. She sat cross-legged, her long legs folded beneath her as she popped open the box and grabbed a large slice of pizza, teasing the cheese with her perfect teeth as she began to eat. She was interested in what bullshit he was going to spin for her. 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[/color] Poppy/Luke <3
words[/color] 940
music[/color] "Jenny Don't Be Hasty" - Paulo Nutini
notes[/color] she's not making this easy x_x[/style]

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[LUKE ANTHONY MOREAU]

my paper heart will bleed

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image: url(http://i758.photobucket.com/albums/xx223/ka7raelizabeth/3346431062_dc458bf3d0-1.jpg); width: 388px; padding-top: 20px; padding-bottom: 20px;] luke bit his lip at her response. it was true, rarely did luke ever say sorry and actually mean it. the only time he said it was to get people off of his back but he rarely ever felt bad for most of the things that he did. but sorry couldn't even start to explain how bad he felt about everything that had happened with him and imogen. "pictures just make it worse" luke responded without an explanation. seeing pictures of her just made him miss her even more. then he was upset that the only photo they happened to have together was one that someone snapped at the party for the gossip blog. other than that there was no photo to show that they even existed in each other's lives. "there's so much i need to explain" he responded gently looking away from her. then she started talking about he had won the game that he said they were playing the first time they met. "i think we both lost" luke teased with a failed attempt at a smile. this really wasn't the time to be joking around but the tension between the both of them was suffocating. the twenty was thrusted into his hand and he just put it in his pocket not bothering to attempt to give it back to her. she turned away from him and he stood there for a moment not sure if she was actually letting him in. not giving her enough time to change his mind he rushed after her and looked around the building. this was the place that imogen had run away to leaving maryland as far behind her as she could. not that he really blamed her, he went all the way to america to get rid of all his problems. new york was only a few hours away at least. he turned his head when he heard some girls giggling and they made eye contact. normally at this point no matter who the girl was luke normally would smile that flirty smile that seemed to catch everyones attention. it was just a habit for him but one that he had recently dropped. no girl seemed to catch his attention this days no matter how attractive they happened to be. looking away from the girls he continued following imogen to a nearby door. she opened it and then gestured for him to enter. he ignored her comment about going to the party when they were finished. his eyes followed her as she took a seat on her bed and started to eat pizza. luke sat on the ground leaning against the wall fidgeting with bottom of his shirt as he thought about how he wanted to start this. "i couldn't handle it" he started honestly. luke couldn't help but sigh while he continued, "i know you're not going to believe me, but i really do have feelings for you" he said looking up at her. luke wanted her to know that he was completely serious and that those feelings he had weren't going away anytime soon. if she didn't return them, he at least wanted her to know that he hadn't been playing games with her. "in the beginning, it was all just a game" he confessed with a shrug. that was how everything was to him then. he never took anyones feelings into account because he thought that if they knew what they were getting into he wasn't responsible for it. it wasn't as though he was promising a relationship to the girls he was seeing, all he promised was some of his time. "you're not like most girls" he said mostly to himself with a small chuckle. "i thought maybe ending things would be best for the both of us" he added with yet another nervous shrug. "i'm not exactly boyfriend material" he said reflectively knowing that she already knew this to be true. maybe the words emotionally unavailable actually really did suit him. he was always around but the feelings that everyone else was feeling were just never there for him.

tagged: imogen! <3| words: 685| notes: :c sucks sorry

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[IMOGEN ELIZABETH GREEN]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 388px; border: 10px solid #d9d5c4; background-color: #dee0dc; padding: 15px;][STYLE=font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold; font-size: 32px; padding-left: 3px; border-bottom: 8px solid #b1afa5; color: #9d9a8d; letter-spacing: -2px; text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px 87857d; text-align: center;]you could even heal me.[/style][STYLE= border-bottom: 8px solid #b1afa5; text-align: center;][/style][STYLE=background-image: url(); opacity: 0.7; padding: 10px; text-align: justify; font-size: 7.5pt; letter-spacing: 1px; color: #434443] Pictures made it worse? Imogen simply blinked. She didn't really understand what he was trying to say. He had her on Facebook, surely he could just stare at her on that? Of course, she had very little pictures. She always thought that she wasn't a particularly photogenic girl. The photo of that stupid, reckless kiss was burnt to the back of her mind. She'd thought they were alone but she'd forgotten about camera phones. Clinched in a passionate embrace, arms around each other, eyes closed. She was thankful that she didn't look fat but suddenly, that had become the lease of her worries. Her lips felt like they were on fire after he'd kissed her. Tingly from the impassioned way his had moved so expertly over his. For a fleeting moment, she thought it must have contained some deeper feelings before she realised that Luke was just a great kisser. Subconsciously, Imogen pressed a pale index finger to her lower lip. Flashes came when she slept. Brief fragments, back and forth. She'd felt the way his strong hands had gripped her waist, grabbing handfuls of her pretty black dress, the way he'd run his hands through her hair, his expensive cologne. Too much. She needed space. He wasn't budging. "I'm listening," she said flatly. Did she really want to let him explain? Maybe. But she'd shut down, she didn't want to let him hurt her again. Her head snapped upwards sharply, fixing him with a curious stare. "You didn't lose anything," she said before she could stop herself. He really hadn't. "There was a blip on your radar and then you carried on. You didn't have to be laughed at, humiliated, gossiped about. You didn't get punched in the face like I did," she said, forcing herself to swallow, trying to calm herself right down. Imogen Green did not cry, not any more. She needed to protect herself. "Your car wasn't egged. You didn't have to eat lunch by yourself," she continued. It was a runaway train of emotions now. "You…ruined me," she said, her pretty face looking grim, eyes wide and incredulous. Her pale hands were in her long blonde hair, tightening on the follicles to her knuckles turned white. "I was fine," she whispered, not caring if he'd stopped listening. "I was fine. I was fine by myself, I liked it. I was fine being sarcastic and smart. I liked being under the radar, I liked being invisible but then you came along," she said, dropping her hands in defeat to rest them by her sides. "You. All tall and charming, handsome and so utterly…disarming that I honestly thought this would all be okay. But no," she whispered, more to herself. "You derailed my plan. Just like that," she snapped her fingers. "I went from a nerd with a bad attitude to a slut who everyone hated, just because you and I made a mistake. Do you really think I should have been persecuted?" Imogen asked, eyes wide as she locked them on the Frenchman, wanting him to answer her now. Now on her bed, Imogen pressed her palms to her forehead. They felt cool and clammy. This was all just too much. Too fast, too soon, too intense. He couldn't handle it? Bollocks. "I'm just a girl," she whispered to her knees. "A particularly insignificant one at that. You've handled plenty of girls," she said, her usual velvety voice taking on a steely tone. She let out a bark of derisive laughter. "I never thought I'd be stupid enough to be added to your long list." Then it hit her like a train. Unable to help it, a little gasp escaped her plump lips. No, the voice in the back of her head commanded her. It's just a line. You know that. You're smarter. Don't. She made the fatal mistake of looking at him as her insides melted. Swiftly, the blonde gave a little, unsure shake of her head. "Not any deeper than a physical level," she managed to croak. Honestly. No one ever said they had feelings for her except Mario, the deli guy who tried to grope her. "You can't. You don't feel with anything other than your dick. Just…just stop, okay?" She said softly. "I let you in," Imogen said, sounding mystified at her own stupidity. "You broke me," she finally admitted, clenching her hands into fists. "Wanna know the really sad thing?" She asked, looking at him with a sad little smile. "I always knew you would." A game he'd likened their relationship to and all she could do was smile again. "Chess," she said. "And you obliterated the queen." It was so strange. Imogen felt numb, oddly empty. She was saying all this personal stuff but it felt like an out-of-body experience, like it wasn't really her. "I pride myself on that," she mused as Luke said she wasn't like other girls. Was that why he'd played cat and mouse with her? To see if she'd crack? If she'd give in to his advances? She felt violated. It hurt. Imogen gave a curt, clipped nod of her head. She agreed. Ending things was the best thing for them. "Best thing for you," she replied without thinking. "I'd hate to tarnish your reputation. A lifetime to build, one stupid, stupid kiss to destroy." Honestly, she hated herself. Hated. She felt sick whenever his name was mentioned. "How could I be so stupid?" The artist said, eyes wide. For the very first time, she looked and felt lost. Her hands went to her head again in the classic sign of exasperation. Oh God. For womankind, she'd let the side down. "It's just hormones," she rationalised. I'm not exactly boyfriend material. That much was true. He was restless, jumping from girl to girl, having lots of fun and then the moment the girl falls for him, she's off like a shot. "Then why are you even here?" Imogen asked, confused, looking at her untouched pizza with a sigh. This was tough. "Are you trying to say you're a changed man?" There was a hint of mocking in her tone. He wasn't. If he was truly a changed man, he'd say he was enrolled in a school, doing something with his life, getting some direction, not throwing his father's money around. If he was in college, she probably would have taken him seriously. Luke Moreau; serial playboy. Only eighteen and too stuck in his ways. 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[/color] Poppy/Luke <3
words[/color] 1079
music[/color] "C'mere" - Interpol
notes[/color] shit, that was deep >>[/style]

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[LUKE ANTHONY MOREAU]

my paper heart will bleed

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image: url(http://i758.photobucket.com/albums/xx223/ka7raelizabeth/3346431062_dc458bf3d0-1.jpg); width: 388px; padding-top: 20px; padding-bottom: 20px;] he sat there quietly while she spoke avoiding eye contact. even though he knew the pain he caused hearing her talk about it was hard. "no, of course not" luke replied instantly. the last thing he wanted was for her to get harassed by the people who called themselves his friends. all they had done was kiss and yet it seemed as though the entire school was against her. a few of his girlfriends in the past had gotten similar treatment but not anywhere near as bad as she had. even though she was stronger than all the others it wasn't as if she didn't have feelings that were hurt by everyones actions. "it's all my fault, if i could have taken all that for you i would have" he responded honestly. it took way more than that to get luke to actually feel anything, he had been an emotionless shell for so long that he couldn't really handle all the feelings he was getting from just being around imogen. "you're not just a girl" he said with a sigh. she was so much more than all the girls he had ever been with before. all the other girls were just around to keep him busy, for when he wanted some fun now and then. but he actually wanted to be around imogen, talk to her on the phone, text her until the sun went up. all those cliche things you wanted to do when you had a crush and this was luke's first real crush and he fell hard. he heard her gasp for a moment surprised at his confession. luke was surprised himself, if you had told him this last year he would have just laughed it off. "i don't care about the sex" luke practically yelling in frustration but quickly caught himself. "i'm sorry, and it was like that before but things change" he added. luke couldn't face her when she started talking about how he had broke her and she had seen it coming. he really didn't think that they would have fallen for one another. imogen was so set on not liking him that he thought she really wouldn't, he definitely didn't see him developing feelings. the plan was just to get her into bed and prove that he could get a girl no matter how much they disliked him. it felt as though they were stuck in some cliche movie except this one wouldn't have a happy ending. "why'd you let me?" he asked softly referring to her knowing all along that he'd break her. even though he didn't want to admit it luke knew that in the beginning too. that was just what he did, he broke the hearts of girls who knew it was coming. they always knew and yet they always gave him a chance because they saw something in him that was never really there. he was just very good at pretending he really cared. "no, best thing for you" he corrected. "i'm not good enough for you, and i know that" he began as he ran a hand through his already messy hair. "but it doesn't change that i want to be with you" he responded with yet another confession. this was the most honest he had been with anyone for years. luke was never one to talk about how he felt, especially not when it came to something as deep as this. he never even pretended to be this emotional when it came to girls that he wanted. the only reason he was letting it happen was because he needed some way to convince imogen that he was serious about everything. "it's not" he muttered mostly to himself as he played with the edge of his sleeves. why was he here? the question that he had asked himself so many times before he reached her door. the answer was pretty simple and even though he confessed to having feelings for her believing that this was all actually happening was hard. "i'm saying that i'm going to try to change" he told her knowing that any promise he made wouldn't mean anything to her. "do you really think i'd come all the way here just to try to break you again?" luke asked immediately regretting it. of course, that was exactly what she thought was going on here. "i know i have no right to ask, i just need a chance" he added with a sigh.

tagged: imogen! <3| words: 747 | notes: so late :(

credit to kara of caution, shine, & atf.

[IMOGEN ELIZABETH GREEN]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 388px; border: 10px solid #d9d5c4; background-color: #dee0dc; padding: 15px;][STYLE=font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold; font-size: 32px; padding-left: 3px; border-bottom: 8px solid #b1afa5; color: #9d9a8d; letter-spacing: -2px; text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px 87857d; text-align: center;]you could even heal me.[/style][STYLE= border-bottom: 8px solid #b1afa5; text-align: center;][/style][STYLE=background-image: url(); opacity: 0.7; padding: 10px; text-align: justify; font-size: 7.5pt; letter-spacing: 1px; color: #434443] He wasn't even looking at her and weirdly enough, she felt better about it. Imogen was waging a war between her head and heart. She was a smart girl and she knew what she needed to do. She needed to cut all ties. Honestly, she thought she already had. She spent the summer in Paris, changed her number, gone to school in another state and not told anyone. Maryland wasn't really home any more. Her parents were there so she'd have to go back for Christmas and that was only in about two weeks from now. Then the dread set in swiftly at the realisation. It was all his fault? Imogen knew it wasn't really. He was just doing what he did best, chasing girls, getting them to submit. She looked at him sharply, her big blue eyes looking darker than usual. "You could have," she said when he said he wished he could have taken everything for her. Funny guy. "But you didn't. You just ignored me," she said, shoulders slumping in exasperation. "But I can see why you decided it was best to forget you were caught kissing a member of the undesirable club." By that, she meant anyone who wasn't Royal. "You had a reputation to uphold. I understand that," she admitted. "Still stings a little, mind you." Not just a girl, hm? "What am I then?" Imogen asked, looking a mixture of confused and frustrated. She sat on her bed, long legs crossed beneath her but she wasn't comfortable. Her posture was rigid, her left foot jiggled a little and her fingers pulled at her bed spread. This was why she was single. Yeah, fine, okay. She wasn't "happy" being by herself but all of her relationships went sour and the funny thing was, she and Luke didn't even have a relationship. It was one kiss, one party, one time. When Luke yelled, Imogen visibly flinched. Her head snapped upwards sharply to stare at him. Surely he understood why she was hesitant to believe him? Change. Change, change, fucking change. "You shouldn't have to," she said, sounding uncomfortable as she shifted again. "I'm a firm believer in that people should like you for who you are," she said softly, eyes back on her bruised knees as she swallowed. "But I'm not going to lie, you could do with some improving," she said, trying to make a joke to try and break the tension. "But I'm not a risk taker," Imogen said. "And you're one Hell of a gamble, Luke." Oh shit. He hit her with the killer question. "I --" Imogen began before she stuttered, eyes wide as the words dried up. Imogen Green, speechless. Who'd have thought it? She looked at him again. Why'd you let me? he'd asked. "I…I don't know," she whispered. The fact that she for once didn't have an answer scared her and it showed. For possibly the first time in years, she looked lost and vulnerable. She could control everything but her heart. Stupid thing. She may as well just cut the damn thing right out of her useless chest. "You blindsided me," Imogen replied after a few minutes of silence. "You just turned up one morning in my English class, I hadn't seen you coming. With your confidence and charisma, your face that could have been carved out of marble by Bernini, your smirk and that damn accent," here, she paused, pressing her palms to her cheeks. "How is anyone supposed to build up protection to face that?" She asked, looking right at him. "I thought I figured you out the moment you sat down. I've seen people like you before," she admitted as she swallowed once more. "But honestly, I don't know you at all. I know nothing about you but before I realised what was happening, I'd already realised it was too late. It must be some kind of charm if it worked on me," she admitted with a weak little smile. "I was so sure that I hated you," Imogen replied, slender eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "So sure. I hated the way you walked into a room and commanded it, the way people stared, the way you just coasted through life when I was breaking my balls just trying to survive. It made me so mad," she said through gritted teeth, tears prickling at the corners of her eyes. "But deep down, I knew you weren't like that all of the time. You just never showed me that side of you. If you had, maybe we wouldn't be in this situation right now. You wear some kind of mask, I really don't know you at all." Her breath caught in her chest as the doubts crept in. There was this smart, handsome guy sitting on the floor of her little dorm room, pouring his heart out to her and all she could think was he doesn't really mean in. Of course, rationally speaking, he'd come an awful long way just for a booty call. Imogen blinked, looking hurt as she gave a shrug of her shoulders, her shirt falling down a little more to show her collarbone. "Maybe you're more vindictive than I imagined." As soon as she said it, she winced, regretting that one too. "You could have sent me an email and saved your money on the flight." Oh God, she didn't really mean that either. A chance he said. A chance wasn't too big of a deal. A chance she could handle…right? Mutely, she nodded, looking uncertain. "Okay," she finally said, sounding as unsure as she felt. "You get another chance," she said, watching him as he sat across from her. "You don't get a third." She wasn't aware that she'd practically said she'd forgiven him. She thought she'd just given him a shot at being friends. They hadn't really kissed properly, they hadn't slept together. He hadn't even asked her on a date. Would that happen now? [/style] [STYLE=background-image: url(http://i1214.photobucket.com/albums/cc483/wafflesandsyrupp/96877866.jpg); opacity: 0.7; padding: 10px; text-align: justify; font-size: 7.5pt; letter-spacing: 1px;]tagged

[/color] Poppy/Luke <3
words[/color] 984
music[/color] "Aqueous Transmission" - Incubus
notes[/color] me too, sorry :([/style]

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[LUKE ANTHONY MOREAU]

my paper heart will bleed

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image: url(http://i758.photobucket.com/albums/xx223/ka7raelizabeth/3346431062_dc458bf3d0-1.jpg); width: 388px; padding-top: 20px; padding-bottom: 20px;] it was hard to hear how much him ignoring her really did affect her. she thought that his reputation meant more to him than she did. if only she knew how things had changed, luke barely had time to think about anything that didn't revolve around her. "i thought if i ignored you, everyone would do the same" luke told her honestly. "being with you just would have made things worse" he continued as he fiddled with his fingers. whenever luke paid too much attention to one girl that was when she started having problems. as soon as desiree decided that he was hers that was the end of it. even girls who attempted to get with him at times were knocked a peg or two down the ladder just to show them not to mess with des. he never minded because it kept girls from trying to start anything serious with him because they were afraid of what may happen to them. but then imogen came along, and he actually wanted to be with her and it all backfired. "but part of me also didn't want to feel the way i did anymore" he began, "i didn't want everything to change, i wanted to keep going on with the way i was living." what was she? how could he sum everything up in a few simple words. "you're the girl who makes me want to change, and it scares me" he said easily as he shrugged again. "the girl who i'm constantly thinking about and constantly wishing that i hadn't fucked everything up with" he finished, stopping himself before he went off into a tangent about how different she was. "nobody is actually themselves in high school" he commented. "you, being the exception" luke added with a shrug. in order to get what you wanted in high school you had to change yourself to. luke changed himself so that he was able to climb the social ladder and be free to do what he wanted, when he wanted. it wasn't because he was craving friendship and relationships, it was just because he was free to do as he pleased. people thought it was acceptable when he skipped class, broke hearts, or got himself completely wasted. but the only reason it was acceptable was because it was him, he had built that reputation for himself. "i'll need some help improving, and what's life without a little risk?" he responded glad that she seemed to ease up a bit. she didn't have an answer for him and he hadn't expected one. he was the last person that she wanted to get involved with and it was just by chance that their worlds happened to collide. if she hadn't been so tough he probably wouldn't have paid her any mind. but she was a challenge and luke couldn't resist them. she began to talk about the things people found appealing about him but instead of being flattered luke didn't know how to take it. "it must have been the charm, i'm pretty irresistible" he said with a small smile. luke had to resist the urge to smile or grin as she started to doubt the hate she had for him. all he really wanted to get out of this was for her to at least not completely and utterly hate him. for her to understand that he didn't mean to hurt her the ay that he did. she spoke about how he was in high school, always breezing through everything while getting all the attention and popularity for it. most people hated him but because they wanted to be exactly like him. he peeked over at her and held his breath wondering if she was going to start crying. he wondered how much time she spent crying over him. even though she seemed to be one of the strongest girls he had ever been around, he was the one to make her cry. but then she continued talking about how he wore a mask and she didn't know him. "maybe you could get to know the real me?" he suggested quietly. he was sure that she would probably like him much more if she knew he didn't act like such an egotistical dick all the time. "do i really seem that malicious?" he asked not wanting to know the answer. he couldn't help but laugh when she talked about sending an email. as if she would have answered the email, it would have went straight to spam before she blocked him from talking to her again. if he wanted her to even listen he knew this was the only way to go with it. he blinked and just sat there silently in shock for a moment. had she really agreed to give him another chance? even though that was what he hoped for he really had just expected her to kick him out of the dorm and stop speaking to him. "really?" he said voicing his thoughts aloud as he looked up at her. "this would be an inappropriate time to suggest we make-out now right?" he asked her jokingly with a smile. "kidding, kidding" luke added quickly not wanting her to get angry at him. getting up he walked over to where she was and bent down and gently grabbed one her hands and wrapped his around them. "would you like to go on a date with me? unless it's too soon to ask" luke said as he locked eyes with her. even though he didn't want to push her part of him didn't want to lose the chance he had just been given.

tagged: imogen! <3| words: 943 | notes: :3 <3

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[IMOGEN ELIZABETH GREEN]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 388px; border: 10px solid #d9d5c4; background-color: #dee0dc; padding: 15px;][STYLE=font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold; font-size: 32px; padding-left: 3px; border-bottom: 8px solid #b1afa5; color: #9d9a8d; letter-spacing: -2px; text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px 87857d; text-align: center;]you could even heal me.[/style][STYLE= border-bottom: 8px solid #b1afa5; text-align: center;][/style][STYLE=background-image: url(); opacity: 0.7; padding: 10px; text-align: justify; font-size: 7.5pt; letter-spacing: 1px; color: #434443] Imogen shifted uncomfortably on her bed as Luke spoke. It was so strange, she suddenly felt almost sorry for him even though she blamed him entirely. He just looked so…un-Luke like. Tired, upset, so utterly vulnerable and shook her to her core. A part of her was desperate to now his reasons. Why had he pursued her? Did he enjoy it? What did he get out of that kiss? Why her? But a much bigger part of her knew that as soon as he spoke, the words would be running around in her mind all night. She was finally able to sleep soundly again, did she want him to suck her in again? Simple answer; yes. Silently, she nodded. She could see where he was coming from. He had everything he could ever want or need, why would he give that up? "I understand," Imogen said softly, her fingers tugging at a loose thread on her bed as she swallowed. She knew that she hadn't made enough of an impact on his life for him to change but he shouldn't have to. Yeah he wasn't perfect but neither was she. It sounded like he was trying to do what he thought was the right thing so she couldn't really be mad at him for that. Even if he'd hurt her in the process. The tall blonde winced, clenching her eyes shut and before she could stop herself, she clapped her hands over her ears. "Please stop," Imogen pleaded, sounding desperate as her voice cracked. Despite the fact she'd asked him to explain himself, she'd heard enough. Gently Imogen rocked back and forth on her bed, pressing her palms tightly against her head. She couldn't slip backwards, she wouldn't slip backwards. It wasn't fair. She promised herself. But he was saying all the right things. He looked sincere and his voice was like velvet, soft and pleasant. Imogen was a bitch but deep down, just like any girl, she was a sucker for a sweet talker. Still! There was no point in over thinking things. He was here now and he seemed genuinely sorry about everything. A little risk, he said. Imogen was utterly boring, far too safe for someone like him. That being said before she landed in New York, her mum told her to loosen up a little. Maybe he could do the loosening. Charm, hm? Blinking at him, she arched an eyebrow. "You're so arrogant," she said softly with a roll of her big and expressive blue eyes. That was part of the appeal, though. Girls were so stupid. They liked bad boys because they honestly thought they'd be able to change them and boy, did Luke need some improving. Firstly, the cigarettes would have to go. She'd never tell him that because it wasn't her place to say but didn't most attractive Frenchmen smoke? Imogen wasn't keen on all the drinking he'd been doing, it wasn't good for him but like before, she'd never tell him anything. "Will you really let me in, though?" Imogen asked as she looked up at him, biting a full lower lip. "The real him" seemed to be the holy grail of Manchester Prepatory at one point. All girls wanted him to tell them something deep and meaningful and she wasn't sure how well that would actually sit with her. Realising she was being too rigid, she swiftly nodded as she sketched a tentative smile. "Yes," she replied. "I think I'd like that. God, I'm such a mess," she said with a soft laugh as her cool hands went to her face. She looked tired and drawn, definitely not sexy. She'd lost a bit of weight since school, she was paler and with the socking great big black eye she still sported, she must look like a bad Halloween costume to him. Was he that malicious? Deep down, she didn't think so. He was a ruthless heartbreaker but he wasn't vindictive. Imogen blinked as he laughed, confusion turning into righteous anger as she puffed up her chest. "What?" She snapped, scowling and crossing her arms across her chest tightly and looking like an angry toddler. "I would have read it," she grumbled, stroking her arms. True, she would have deleted it initially but after her anger subsided, her curiosity would have gotten the better of her and she would have caved and read it. She honestly didn't think Luke was very good with words but now, she supposed she'd never find out. "Woah, baby steps," she said, holding out a pale hand to stop any advances when he asked if they could kiss but she offered a lopsided grin regardless. Imogen was started to melt. She vowed to hate him forever but that wasn't going to happen. As Luke got to his feet, Imogen's heart flipped in her chest as she forced herself to swallow. Before she realised, he had her hands in his much larger ones and her brain pretty much stopped working. "I --" she stammered, gawping up at him. The skin he was touching felt like it was on fire. "Er," she said intelligently, just staring at him. Luke Moreau, asking her out on a date! As if! She was dreaming, right? "When do you go back to Ocean City?" She blurted out, blocking his question with another one before she realised what she just did. Offering an unsure smile, she shook her head to signal that the timing was fine. "Sure," she said gently. "I'd love to," she said with a grin. Imogen paused. Luke was still holding her hands and she shifted her positioning a little to kneel up on her bed, keeping her eyes on his. Slowly, she leant in to kiss him but stopped a few inches away from Luke's lips, suddenly unsure and hesitant. Swiftly, her cheeks flushed a delightful shade of pink and at a loss of what to do next. [/style] [STYLE=background-image: url(http://i1214.photobucket.com/albums/cc483/wafflesandsyrupp/96877866.jpg); opacity: 0.7; padding: 10px; text-align: justify; font-size: 7.5pt; letter-spacing: 1px;]tagged

[/color] Poppy/Luke <3
words[/color] 988
music[/color] "Cooler Than Me" - Mike Posner
notes[/color] ajsfkslaa <3 omg okay so I dunno if you wanna have them talk some more or just skip to a date in the same thread so we don't need to make a new one xD[/style]

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