` the dark i know well [nicole]

[conoroverstreet]

I didn't know where I was headed. I never did. I was just walking. I might never really figure it out.

Out of the bar, and into the street, where the cold was setting in. I was slightly drunk, but not enough to cloud my vision too much - I'd worked up quite a tolerance to alcohol and other drugs over the years. I stumbled a bit, shivering in my coat as I made my way past the brightly lit neon signs and noisy sports bars. This was familiar. This felt natural. I couldn't quite put a cap on how I felt right now, something I'd sort of missed in the past few weeks.

The move to Texas wasn't traumatic at all. I didn't have any friends to leave, just the the grave of my fiance. I didn't have a job to leave, just the guitar cases plastered with various stickers from places I'd visited or played at. I left nothing in the wake of my departure. But it was different here, in more ways than the climate and people. I'd started to realize I couldn't run from my problems, that life wouldn't get any better than this. I had the drugs and various women I might sleep around with to keep away the loneliness, but it always set back in again. Inevitable. Lonely is who I am.

I pulled a cigarette from my pocket, hoping it would calm my nerves and racing heart. My hands shook with the nervousness of someone who is idly watching life drift away, and I had trouble lighting the cig, burning my finger and toying with the idea of placing it back in the flame. I shoved it back in my pocket, along with the pale, quivering hands.

I thought of my twenty-third birthday, coming up in three months. I'd always said I wouldn't live past twenty, but then I met Ariel. And she left me before I could get the punch line in, the ultimate joke. My commitment to her would override the desperate will to die that had followed me my whole life. She'd said our love would never die. Well, ha ha ha. Death has a way of getting in the way of forever.

And all the while, time was ticking away.

I'd put it off for two years now, plenty of time to think of the various ways I might go about killing myself. I'd thought of a morphine overdose - die painlessly, I told myself. But that seemed like the coward's way out. I wanted the sick satisfaction of someone knowing they killed me. I wanted them to be just as miserable as me. And so I'd decided to jump out in front of a car. I knew that inadvertently, it was the reason I'd come here tonight - where traffic could get busy, driver's reactions slowed by the liquor. It was close to a sharp corner - they wouldn't have time to think, and neither would I. It'd be an easy thing to do.

I heard the sound of an engine in the distance, felt my stomach drop as resolve set in. I let her face flood my mind, the memory of her light hair spread across my pillow at night, the sound of her seldom-heard laugh. Say hello to the angels, Ariel. I muttered. I knew if there was such a thing as hell, it would be my home. Ariel had been my ticket in to heaven.

Just as the headlights blinded me, I stepped into the street.

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WORDS - baaahh, who cares?
NOTES - okay, this is crap. TOO BAD. <3
TUNES - devil in a midnight mass , billy talent.
CREDIT - template by MUNZTAR * of caution 2.0

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[nicoleroberts]

( Could you remind me of a time when we were so alive? )

Another weekend, and the same old routine that seemed to keep popping up every week in my life for the past year. All of my friends were moving, getting engaged, in short, moving forward, and I just seemed to be stuck in the same old rut as I was in when I graduated highschool. Maybe I was just over thinking it, or just being angsty. It was probably just an overreaction, I told myself.

This particular occasion had been a leaving party; a friend of mine was going to study in France for a year. I had gone, reluctantly, but had left after only an hour or two, sober, while the rest of them were already well on their ways to hangovers in the morning, I didn’t like driving after I had been drinking. Perhaps it was because of how my mother had died, sixteen years ago. A drunk driver had been involved, so I knew well what effects it could have, not just on the drivers, but their families. I only had vague memories of my mother, enough to miss her a little, but I was thankful I had only been four when it had happened; the event had left me mostly unscathed, mentally. So, despite the pleas I got from friends to have a drink with them, I refused, and they gave up pretty quickly, they knew not to push too far on the subject.

It was well past dark when I did leave, the party hadn’t started until late, giving me a few hours between leaving the job I absolutely despised and the gathering. I pulled away from the kerb, thinking that maybe I should have decided to walk from my apartment instead, I was tired. But then again, walking on my own always left me feeling uneasy, depending on the time of day, so I had decided to drive instead.

Moving one hand off the wheel, the street seemed deserted so I didn’t think it would matter, I stifled a yawn and pushed a few locks of my thick, red hair out of my face so I could see better.

Not that it would have helped with what happened next.

A dark figure stepped out, right in the path of my oncoming headlights. The shape of another person was immediately recognisable, and I panicked, swerving to the side only a few feet away from hitting them. But the car didn’t stop, the road was slightly damp, therefore slippery, and the sudden jerking motion caused my car to spin wildly several times, leaving me with a sick feeling to the stomach, terrified, but with enough sense to know not to touch the wheel, not to fight it, or else I would probably flip the car. Midway through the spins, there was a particularly violent one, even my seatbelt couldn’t stop me as I jerked forward, head hitting the steering wheel, hard enough to hurt like hell and to make me feel dizzy, but I fought off unconsciousness, feeling the car slowing, then eventually stop.

I sat there for a few moments, frozen, before fumbling for the door handle, and my seatbelt, releasing myself from the hold it had on me, throwing the car door open and almost crawling out onto the street, towards the kerb, where I sat, huddled, shaking, probably as white as a sheet, not that I could see myself. My head was throbbing, and stinging, all at once. Lifting a hand, I gingerly touched where it was stinging, and my fingers came back, wet and sticky. I was bleeding.

Tagged Conor & Jenny!
Words 595
Outfit Click
Muse Feeling Sorry - Paramore
Notes Sorry it took soo long, work is tiring -.-

[conoroverstreet]

I didn't mean to hurt anyone. Promise. The thought that the car might swerve in an attempt not to hurt me didn't even cross my mind. I thought everyone else in the world thought me just as despicable, that they'd plow right through me. But I never thought these things through. I saw only the turn of events, and not the road ahead.

Needless to say, when I opened my clenched eyes, not feeling an impact, I was slightly dismayed to see the car in front of me spinning in circles. Maybe the driver didn't have a good traction system, maybe the roads were too wet or the turn too sudden to allow for the wheels to grip the asphalt - I couldn't give the reason why the car was spinning, I just got out of the way and watched, feeling terribly helpless. I stuffed my hands in my pockets like the guilty kid I was, and rocked back and forth from my heels to my toes. I suppose I could have called 911 at this point in time, but I didn't feel like getting into any trouble unless I had to. If they charged me with the minor misdemeanor of stepping in the street, that'd be nothing compared to what they'd do when they found the drugs on me, the little syringes deep in my pocket.

As I was making quite obvious, I wasn't too concerned with the whole situation. I wasn't dead - and that pissed me off like you wouldn't believe. No. Instead, I was freezing in this stupid cold, shivering hopelessly and thinking regretfully of how long it'd be until I worked up the courage to try visiting Ariel again. Of course, I felt a little worse when the tiny redhead stumbled out of the car, accompanied by a familiar wrenching of the heart. If her hair was any more crimson, I might have mistaken it for the blood staining her forehead. She didn't say a thing to me. Just walked right by, and sat down on the curb.

I stood there, twiddling my fingers for a moment, looking her over. She didn't look good. Like she needed some medical attention. Reluctantly, I shuffled across the pavement, gazing at the girl curiously. There was something endearing about her, something that made me want to make sure she was okay before I went on my merry little way, perhaps carrying out my previous intentions before the end of this night. I'd heard it was supposed to snow in the wee hours of the morning. And I'd always heard freezing to death was the most painless. This was just a minor obstacle in my way. I'd check on her, call an ambulance, and move on. Besides, it's not that she was all that charming, anyhow. If she hadn't appeared to me so broken and damaged, I might not have been attracted to her at all. I just felt that we had something in common. So I sat down beside her, and felt at home.

"I know we're living in the twenty-first century and all, but society expects that out of common courtesy, and the goodness of my heart," A hand placed over my empty chest here. "That I'll ask if you're okay." I certainly carried myself well for a person of such awkardness, the voice from my lips sounding low and deep in the night - maybe even sinister. I'd have to watch myself, she might think I'd stepped into the street for other purposes. For example, to lure some unsuspecting ginger-haired girl into my clutches.

Not likely.

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WORDS - 603. hah.
NOTES - blahblahblahconorsacreeperblahblahblah
TUNES - devil in a midnight mass , billy talent.
CREDIT - template by MUNZTAR * of caution 2.0

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[nicoleroberts]

( Could you remind me of a time when we were so alive? )

I had seen the dark haired guy standing on the street when I had gotten out of the car, but I hadn’t bothered with saying a word to him as I made my way to the kerb. Quite frankly, I was more intent on not bursting into tears of shock, trying to calm myself down. I certainly didn’t expect him to walk over after a few long moments, and sit down beside me on the cold ground. Why did I have to go and sit on the ground, of all places, in this weather? It was an idiotic idea, I could already feel the cold and damp seeping through the fabric of my jeans, soon the lower half of me was likely to be numb from the cold.

And I certainly didn’t expect the words that popped out of his mouth next.

"I know we're living in the twenty-first century and all, but society expects that out of common courtesy, and the goodness of my heart that I'll ask if you're okay," he said, sounding surprisingly calm for someone who had just walked out into the path of an oncoming car. I was positive it was the same person, judging from where he had been standing when I had gotten out of the car, and his expression. And perhaps trying to talk to me had been the wrong idea to have occurred to him at this point in time.

“Common courtesy?” I echoed, hearing the exasperated disbelief in my voice. I lowered my hand, wiping the blood that had smeared from my cut onto my fingers onto the leg of my jeans, seeing my hand tremble slightly, I definitely sounded calmer than I felt. “Common courtesy dictates that stepping out in front of moving vehicles is impolite. Common sense also agrees that it’s a really dumb idea,” I continued, hearing my voice rising in pitch near the end of the sentence, willing myself not to shriek the words at him.

I let out a sigh, willing myself to calm down. I was not going to become a crying mess on the side of the street, at night, in front of a stranger who had just tried to let me run him over with my car. I probably should have yelled at him, now that I thought about it, but I didn’t. “I’m fine,” I replied irritably, knowing that I probably wasn’t, but I wasn’t going to admit it. And maybe I was being a little irrational, but who wouldn’t be after what had happened.

“What was the idea of that, anyway? Seriously, way to give someone a heart attack...weren’t you ever told to look both ways before crossing a road?” I said, turning my head to glare at him, ignoring the growing headache and the blood. Maybe I was still talking to him to help me keep my mind off it, or maybe I genuinely wanted to know what on earth had possessed him to walk out onto the road. Was it an accident, or the thought that had occurred to me, that it may have been on purpose.

I stared at my car, momentarily. There was no way I was getting back behind the wheel tonight, firstly due to the fact that I had temporarily lost confidence in my driving abilities, and secondly, with the headache that was coming over me, it probably was a generally bad idea.

Tagged Conor & Jenny!
Words 569
Outfit Click
Muse Dear John - Taylor Swift
Notes Lol Nic, she amused me in that post <3

[conoroverstreet]

She wasn't happy with me. I knew that. I'd known that she would be, the second she jumped out of her trashed car. But I'd been childishly hoping she wouldn't. To be honest, I'd kind of hoped she was a tall, muscular latino man that would just shake me up a bit, and then run off. A frustrated and bleeding girl was much more difficult to deal with. I had to act like I cared.

Or at least, I figured I should. This stranger might well be the last person I spoke to on Earth. Might as well go out with someone remembering me well. Someone that likely wouldn't even know I'd died.

"Those come quite easily to me, miss, I apologize." I muttered, running a hand through my hair. I couldn't bring myself to look at her. Not when I was speaking so formally, not when I was being so fake and forced with her. She'd just become more upset. And if I started to feel too guilty, the obligations to stay would follow in quick pursuit. She seemed to be having a difficult time controlling her temper, which was somewhat amusing. I tried not to laugh, busying myself with replying. "I'm not sure whether to take your word for it, but I'm glad you think so." I looked at her for reasons I still couldn't pin down, offering a little half-smile, a corner of my mouth tugging up almost sheepishly. As if I were ashamed of something.

I'd hope that'd be all, that she'd let me go on now, but she was quick to speak up again. This time, inquiring just why I'd stepped into the street.

I'd tried to avoid answering that question earlier, but now that she'd asked me directly, I couldn't possibly beat around the bush any longer. It was several years ago that I'd promised to myself not to lie again, to try and be completely honest with people. The reason for that needn't be shared. It happened, regardless of whether that decision was made after I saw a circus elephant take a flight to Norway or after finding my girlfriend sprawled across our bed, dead, after a gig. "Well, if you really want to know the truth, and I'm assuming you do, it was a suicide attempt. You fucked it up quite well, really, you did." I nodded, voice perfectly calm as I reached over to give the girl a congratulatory pat on the back.

"Now, I would offer to give you a ride home, darling, since you're quite the gem of a girl, but I left my car several blocks down. Are you going to be okay, or do I need to call a cab?" There I went with the formal speech again, trying to throw her off, I assumed. I wanted her to be thoroughly confused, to maybe suspect that I was drunk, or drugged, or just sarcastic. That I hadn't really hit rock bottom.

It was really time for me to be going.

TAG - nicole and irishhh
WORDS - idkkkk
NOTES - he's so wonderfully odd (:
TUNES - devil in a midnight mass , billy talent.
CREDIT - template by MUNZTAR * of caution 2.0

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[nicoleroberts]

( Could you remind me of a time when we were so alive? )

I didn’t think I’d met anyone who both intrigued and infuriated me as much as the person sitting next to me. Mostly, because I wondered what the hell possessed him to try something like that, or why he would even want to, and his behaviour now was just so damn formal, and indifferent. It seemed like he was trying to act concerned, but he was doing a terrible job of it.

I think I almost lost it when he told me I’d done a brilliant job of fucking up his plans to get himself hit by a car that evening. I flinched violently when he patted me on the back, turning my head to glare at him again.

“That’s all very good and well, but you’re still a bloody idiot. What do you think gives you the right to ruin someone else’s life by choosing their car to kill yourself with? Just because you don’t want to live, doesn’t mean it’s okay to go and just throw yourself in front of a moving car. What about the driver? You don’t know anything about them, or how it’ll affect them,” I said, feeling the tears coming now. Thoughts of my mother flooded my mind...the vague memories I still had of her, and from what I’d heard of her from my aunt and uncle...of course, he wasn’t to know that she had died in a car accident, because some idiot didn’t give a thought to the consequences that could occur from his actions as he got behind the wheel of his car drunk, but I still didn’t think that made it any more right. I could only imagine how I would have felt if I had actually hit him, and it wasn’t pretty.

I stood up abruptly, head spinning momentarily from the combined head injury and getting up too fast, waiting for a few moments for it to subside so I wouldn’t just fall straight back down.

“No thank you, I’ll just walk,” I said, hearing the irritability and tears in my voice. Maybe I was overreacting a little, but I was upset, in shock. It didn’t even really occur to me that walking home might be a bad idea as I crossed back to my car, yanking the keys out of the ignition and locking it, the latter action not occurring to me as being slightly pointless now.

Tagged Conor & Jenny!
Words 397
Outfit Click
Muse Breathe - Taylor Swift
Notes Sorry it wasn't that great, was rushing a bit to get it done.

[conoroverstreet]

I wasn't sure what did it, if you really want to know. Maybe it was the way I found her glaring somewhat cute, or perhaps it was the irrational flinching when I touched her back. Of course, only irrational if she weren't in pain. Which could quite possibly be another reason I suddenly found myself thinking in terms of keeping her for the night, the romantic gears in my mind beginning to turn and click. She was, in fact, very beautiful and curvaceous.

We were completely wrong for each other, of course.

I took this all in as she scolded me, both surprised and pleased to hear her reaction to the news of my suicide attempt. It wasn't cliche, it was certainly not what I had expected - the sympathizing, the "oh you poor baby"s and the rush of sudden, unsolicited affection. My suffering seemed to only anger her more. And I liked to see this stranger all wound up. "You're right, you're right. I'm an asshole." I allowed her, the tone of my voice suddenly terribly honest. I wasn't trying to fake anything anymore. I'd seen a spark in her, and I wanted to get to know her, if it was just to fuck her for the night.

It was terribly dysfunctional, but it was one of the easiest ways for me to make friends.

She stood up abruptly, which caused me to stand up, too, as if dragged by an invisible string. Even as she started walking off, I followed, my hands in my pockets as if I had no control over my fate, where I was headed. She'd make those decisions for me. I didn't feel like dying tonight. No, thank you, I'll just walk. I could barely hear her mumbled words at this angle, and I lengthened my stride to catch up to the girl. I was glad to see she thought she could walk, that she hadn't been that hurt in the wreck. Medical attention would get in the way of whatever I had in mind for the rest of the night.

But I was getting ahead of myself. She might not even be that kind of girl. Still, I could always try. Prudence certainly wouldn't keep me from it.

"I'm really not sure if that's the best idea, dear. You're quite banged up, you know." I replied, my eyes glancing over her to check for bruises, cuts. Her forearms were knicked from the broken glass of her windshield, I noticed a few slices across her face, and of course the blood pouring from her forehead, but nothing more. She'd be alright, with or without me.

I continued to follow her, regardless. "And since you're so vulnerable, I figure an escort couldn't hurt. I'm Conor. Where are we headed?" I continued to ramble on, beginning to open up to this girl a bit more, hoping she'd give me her name. I wasn't sure why I was doing it, trying to get her to trust me, to take me home for the night. I just didn't want to be alone. Suddenly, dying seemed vastly overrated and rather pointless.

TAG - nicole and irishhh
WORDS - idkkkk
NOTES - blaahh, i want to get moving on the plot so this is rushed, too C:
TUNES - devil in a midnight mass , billy talent.
CREDIT - template by MUNZTAR * of caution 2.0

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[nicoleroberts]

( Could you remind me of a time when we were so alive? )

“Well, at least you’ve got one thing right,” I answered, shooting him another glare after he admitted that he was an asshole. Okay, maybe I was overreacting more than I originally had thought I was. I didn’t know why this was upsetting me so much, I hadn’t ended up hitting him, and I was relatively fine, besides a few cuts, although my car definitely wasn’t.

He stood up after I did, and I could sense him following behind me as I walked to my car, and when I turned to go back to the footpath, he was standing right there. Barely able to stop myself from rolling my eyes at him, I set off down the path, wishing that I had decided to wear a more sensible pair of shoes instead. Heels, and head injuries, didn’t mix well. “Firstly, don’t call me dear,” I said, hearing his voice and footsteps behind me.

“And secondly, I’d like to remind you that if it wasn’t for you, I’d be driving home right now. So, if I want to walk home, I will, banged up or not,” I said, refusing to turn to look at him as he lengthened his strides to catch up with me, seeing his figure walking next to me out of the corner of my eye, hands stuffed deep into his pockets as he looked over at me. I wondered what he was looking at, taking a moment to glance down at my arms, realising that the slight stinging I had ignored before, feeling more the pain of the cut on my head, were a series of several cuts, and I figured I had a few more on my face as well, judging from the feel.

I had to laugh. “I am going home,” I answered, crossing my arms along my midriff, beginning to feel the cold now that I was outside the warmth of the interiors of the bar I had been in and my car. I thought for a few moments. He had offered his name to me, but did I want to give him mine?

“Nicole,” I finally offered, tones short.

Tagged Conor & Jenny!
Words 355
Outfit Click
Muse Harlow's Song - Good Charlotte
Notes Donezorz.

[conoroverstreet]

She really was quite the amusing little doll. Her darting gold-green eyes, her insistent annoyance with me. She didn't want me to call her dear, but I could hardly agree to those terms. I think it was the red hair that did it. The way her personality matched the color, at least for the moment. Volatile and firey, but with more gentle descriptions than that. No other words seemed to come to my head.

"Like I said, my car's just around the block. If you're so put off with me, let me at least make it up to you and drive you home. You're headed in the right direction." I muttered the last part, almost hoping she wouldn't hear. I worried that she'd turn right back around and go another way, just to avoid me. Not that that would change anything.

It was really quite funny, the way she thought she could escape me.

I knew she wanted to by the way she kept throwing the word 'I' around. Meaning I wasn't in her plans. That would change. She was already on her way to giving in, offering me her name. Nicole. I'd known a few Nicoles in my younger days, and they all turned out to be sweet girls. I'd never had a problem with any of them. Not that this would turn out to be anything personal, of course. I was just looking for someone to sleep with for the night. It must have been at least three weeks since I shared a bed with anyone else.

"Look," I started, my hands still in my coat pockets, eyes on the stars above our heads. I tried to look disinterested, like I didn't care whether I went home with her or not. "I know we got off on the wrong foot, and I really am sorry about jumping out in front of your car, but if you'd have just kept driving, you wouldn't have to be dealing with me right now." I said, smirking to myself. I was still slightly tipsy, and while the words made sense to me, anyone else that heard them would likely deduce insanity. "This is all your fault." Hopefully, she wouldn't take me seriously.

TAG - nicole and irishhh
WORDS - you think i know?
NOTES - i doooon't careee whether this sucks. xD
TUNES - devil in a midnight mass , billy talent.
CREDIT - template by MUNZTAR * of caution 2.0

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[nicoleroberts]

( Could you remind me of a time when we were so alive? )

I caught a flash of amusement, briefly, in his facial expression from the corner of my eye. Was my behaviour really that funny? I guess, if I had been an onlooker, and knowing how I normally conducted myself, the short outbursts of fury I kept throwing at him would be funny. Sort of. But this man walking next to me...something made me want to reach over and throttle him for being so idiotic and hug him at the same time – two completely contradicting emotions, but what was I going to do about it? Absolutely nothing. Or at least, so I thought.

I felt a smirk slide onto my face. “I always thought getting into strange cars with strange people was advised as a bad idea...I mean, even if you did decide to throw yourself in front of my car, I’d hardly call that a decent introduction, Conor,” I said, wrapping my arms tightly around myself again. I really should have just stayed home tonight.

I think I was beginning to calm down, even if just a little. The walking helped, I figured if I had sat still for much longer, I would’ve been a complete mess. And perhaps arguing with this infuriating human being who was being so damn persistent about taking me home had taken my mind off it, even if it was just to keep me going until I got home and crawled into bed.

“I’m so sorry I ruined your plans for self destruction, truly,” I said, hearing the sarcasm drip heavily from my voice, rolling my eyes a little again.

“And, if we weren’t already at my apartment block, I would take you up on that offer,” I said, fishing the keys I had slipped into my pocket as I walked out again. Luckily, I hadn’t been too far from home when he had decided to interrupt my drive, fumbling in the dim street light to find the key to the building, since the doors were locked a good hour or two earlier. Turning the key in the lock, the door swung opening with a satisfying click, and I watched him out of the corner of my eye again, wondering what he was going to do now.

Tagged Conor & Jenny!
Words 371
Outfit Click
Muse Back To Me - All American Rejects
Notes I...am hungry.

[conoroverstreet]

I was making progress. Right? I could tell by the way she smirked, and the increasing warmth in her voice. She certainly hadn't been shaken up by the near-wreck she'd been in. She wasn't a fucking worrier, like I was. Though it had helped to get my mind off the moment, my knees still felt a little shaky, the sight of the spinning car flying toward me replaying again and again in my head.

I was glad that she kept talking to me. It distracted me. I'd hardly call that a decent introduction, Conor. She said, and I grinned. "I like the way you say my name." I smiled, slightly awkwardly, my hand reaching up to rub the back of my neck, giving the girl a sideways glance. For all the carless, suave speeches I gave, there were always clumsy counterparts. I couldn't help myself.

"You should be. Now you'll be subject to suffer through my attempts to make it up to you." I replied, chuckling softly, my hands back in my pockets. At least when they were there, I knew what to do with them. I didn't have to worry about checking the back of my neck for a sunburn, or reaching out for her hand, which I knew would elicit a bad reaction. I still wanted it, though.

I was slightly surprised when she announced that we had already reached her apartment block. Surprised, and then disappointed. I'd hoped our walk would be longer, that I'd have some more time with her, time to make a plan to somehow seduce her into staying with me for the night. However, she didn't seem to have completely given up on me, her eyes darting back to me as she opened the door.

I figured I'd at least try. I stepped in behind her, looking around dazedly. "It's a nice place you've got, Nicole." I said her name deliberately, the way she had mine. "Look, let me at least make you a drink or something. Just to say sorry." I offered, gazing back somewhat hopefully at the girl, my hands still stuffed in my pockets, just standing there in the center of her living room. Completely out of place, but I wasn't leaving. I was tired of being alone.

TAG - nicole and irishhh
WORDS -390
NOTES - ickkkk.
TUNES - devil in a midnight mass , billy talent.
CREDIT - template by MUNZTAR * of caution

[nicoleroberts]

( Could you remind me of a time when we were so alive? )

Maybe I wasn’t so irritated with this guy anymore. I think I had reached the point where I was just glad it hadn’t been a worse ending. We were both unscathed, for the most part, if you didn’t count my cuts, and my car...and at least he seemed apologetic about it. Well, I certainly hoped it was genuine, else my slowly changing view on him would go back to the one I’d had the moment I stepped out of my car.

I let out a soft snort of laughter. “I’m sorry, but that was kind of cheesy,” I said, automatically flashing him a cheeky grin, to let him know that I was only kidding. Kind of like I would do with someone I had known for ages, which caught me a little off guard. I was getting far too friendly with him, for knowing him for only a short amount of time. Maybe I had hit my head harder than I thought I had.

I walked inside my apartment, hearing footsteps following closely behind me as Conor decided to follow me inside. I stopped just inside the door, taking of the pair of heels I had been wearing, leaving them lying with another pair of shoes by the door, for now, glad to be rid of them, really. Walking home in them hadn’t been such a brilliant idea. I turned, spotting him standing in the middle of my living room, looking at me.

I considered his offer briefly. Well, I would feel bad if I just kicked him out, and I didn’t see the harm in letting him stay for a bit. Maybe I felt sorry for him, after what he had told me, and my natural instinct to help was kicking in. Or maybe I just wanted the company. “Okay, sure,” I answered, shutting the door properly.

I moved towards the kitchen, flicking the lights on. I was going to need to clean myself up a bit, I realised, I couldn’t very well walk around covered in blood all night.

Tagged Conor & Jenny!
Words 341
Outfit Click
Muse Thinking of You - Katy Perry
Notes One Christmas present xD Merry Christmas, btw =P