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| Topic Started: Sep 14 2006, 10:10 PM (323 Views) | |
| Julia Martinez | Sep 14 2006, 10:10 PM Post #1 |
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She was over him, so totally over him, and to prove it [mainly to herself] she had grabbed the first good looking male slytherin that had hit on her in the Great Hall that morning and dragged him off to the broom cuboard. That's how over him she was, and she wasn't going to pretend she wasn't over him, because she totally was! Gosh. Okay, so obviously the girl was in some major denial, but that still didn't stop her from romping around the broom cuboard with... er, what was his name again? See, this whole situation was a show. A show for Julia, and the only reason the show was on was because she needed to distract herself from what was really going on. She needed to get over it. Firstly - Antonio had said he didn't want to make any mistakes, which could have meant anything really. She took it the wrong [or possibly right] way and simply ran out, which by-the-way was totally un-julia-ish, and left him there. No screaming, no confusion, no violence, no fire... Just Julia walking out of the room, because in her mind she had been insulted. Now, it wasn't like this was getting-over-him sex because well, she didn't think it was. It was just... a fling? Oh fine, it was trying to get over him sex, although Julia would never admit it to herself, and frankly it wasn't even good because the whole time she was thinking about someone else. It could have been said that she was loosing her touch, or whatever, but that would have been a lie too, because she was awsome. However Julia found herself getting bored, and quick, so she untangled herself from the gentlemen and the cleaning supplies, put her school shirt back on and started buttoning it up. Looking like well, looking like she had just been romping in a closet, Julia pushed the door open and walked out without even looking back at her ... person. Pushing a hand through her hair she smoothed her skirt and started taking a few more steps out into the hallway... and if only she hadn't. Before she even cared to consider who had seen her, she spotted him, and suddenly she cared too much. God, he was staring right at her... Wait no - he was staring at her gentleman friend who had just stepped out of the closet... and was doing his zip up. Oh.Dear.Lord. It would have been easier if someone had just dropped something heavy on her hair, but nooo - it didn't work like that, and so she was stuck there with Antonio on the opposite side of the hallway, her gentleman friend making himself looking presentable, and Julia in the middle with a look that would have had even the nicest Gryffindors feeling so sorry for her they would have gladly dropped something heavy on her. God, she cared. She cared. She cared. She cared. See - she admitted it, but it wasn't like anything was going to come from it, and aparently her gentleman friend had noticed her staring at Antonio in shock. Shaking his head slightly he smirked and kissed the side of her neak, then started walking off. Julia started considering throwing something at him instead, but nope - the girl was frozen. Why her? Why now? And why couldn't she move? |
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| + Antonio De Luca | Sep 16 2006, 03:46 PM Post #2 |
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The week had went by painfully slow. Dragging his feet across the marble so slowly that the people behind him were mumbling rather loudly, Antonio paced the labyrinth of the school, his neck bent slightly as his eyes remained fixated on the floor. Thousands of thoughts flickered through the boy’s sixteen year old mind, as he dwelled on the memory that had occurred late in the night [or really, early in the morning depending on how you looked at it]. As though his brain was hitting the automatic ‘replay’ switch, he continued to see the images of the girl finding him in the dark, feeling her gaze permanently burned into his chest, the touch of her fingers still on the tips of his fingertips. Everything had been going so well, and then predicably the boy needed to go and mess it up. He wasn’t even sure what he had done or said, but the look that had plagued her face made it more than obvious for him that he had succeeded in doing something wrong, coupled with the fact that she had completely stormed out of the room. Naturally, as soon as his rather slow mind had registered that he had done something to annoy the girl, he had ran out of the wooden doors of the Room of Requirement to pace the halls for at least ten minutes calling her name, all to no avail. As though she had been a mere figment of his imagination, she had disappeared into thin air as quickly as she had entered on him. At first, the boy had been sure that he had been dreaming. That was only confirmed when he saw Belle in the hall and had asked if Julia had said anything about the encounter the previous night to her. She had merely looked at him as though he had gone crazy, causing Antonio to fall silent as he proceeded to leave the incredibly awkward situation and wallow by himself. The boy could feel a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach as he began to question his sanity, his hands buried in his pockets as he continued to pace the now-nearly empty second floor hallway. A movement caught the attention of the boy’s blue eyes, as he glanced up to see a broom closet door open, two people nearly tumbling out. Blinking rather confusedly, it took a moment for the boy’s blue eyes to actually register what he was seeing. A teenage boy was zipping up his pants, his adorning clothes askew and unbuttoned. However, Antonio wasn’t really watching the boy. No, instead his blue eyes remained fixated on the girl who was staring at him, her shirt half unbuttoned and her rather short skirt hastily pulled around her waist. A wave of nausea passed through the sixteen year old’s frame as he witnessed the teenage boy kiss the girl’s slender neck as though she was his property, before walking down the hallway towards where Antonio was. Moving his eyes off the girl and towards the boy, he was stunned by the wink that the teenager threw at him, as though he was insinuating something that the young Mister De Luca really didn’t want to think about. For a moment he stood like that, feeling a complete numbness wash over him as the girl looked at him rather guiltily, before his reality finally set in. He needed to get out of there. Now. “Hello,” he mumbled nearly inaudibly, realizing that it would be rather rude of him not to say anything when it was so painstakingly obvious that the two were aware of the others presence, before he turned quickly on his heel, his blue eyes scanning the floor for any kind of shelter to his personal hell. Spotting an empty looking classroom, the boy slipped into it quickly, halfheartedly closing the door before he allowed his body to lean against the wall, a thousand thoughts zooming through his mind so fast that he felt sick. [[this bites. Sorry]] |
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| Julia Martinez | Sep 16 2006, 11:50 PM Post #3 |
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Do something! Do something...! The words ran through her mind over and over again as she simply stood there staring at him. Her mind was completely empty apart from thoughts of Antonio that kept running through her mind, it was like some sort of new horrible torture to be standing there watching him look at her like she was the biggest slut ever, which by the way - she was. Julia was screaming at herself to do something, but in the bigger scheme of things - what was she going to do? Say she didn't do anything, yeah because he'd totally believe that crap, you could tell she'd done something just by looking at her and the state of her clothing, unless it was normal to like to hide in a broom closet with someone of the opposite sex and just play around with your buttons. Yeah - I don't think so. So while her mind was screaming for her to do something, Julia just stood there looking shocked, wondering who she'd have to screw to get someone to totally AK her. Sigh. Being a teenager sucked... No, being Julia sucked. She always found some way to mess things up, like the other night - she had ran out, it had never been his fault, because she was the one who had run out, and then now - she was the one who had tried to convince herself she was over him, only to turn to mush the moment he stepped back into her life. Why did these things happen to the wicked? Trick question, right. He looked so perfect, so gorgeous and perfect, and she had ruined everything and anything that could have happened with her. She was surprised he hadn't left already... but ahh, it seemed she spoke too soon. “Hello,” Maybe not?... And no. Julia was working on getting her mouth to move when he suddenly turned and walked away... yes, all the way to the next classroom. The girl jumped when the door closed behind him, and even though she tried the girl found herself once again swamped by the stinging feeling in her eyes. God, it was all so perfect, wasn't it? The one time she used someone to get over someone else was the moment she got caught, and the one time she wished she wouldn't cry she did. It was all so perfect. Someone upstairs definately hated her. Someone with the power to use karma against her ass. Feeling her heart sink as she stared at the door in shock, Julia pushed a hand through her hair and lifted her leg slightly, almost finding it impossible because of how heavy her leg was. Still - Julia knew that she couldn't just leave it, she had to follow him... she had to say something. Then again - what was she supposed to say? God, Julia shook her head and bit her lip slightly, then started walking towards the door, which seemed to take hours. Her stomach was churning horribly as she became nearer the door, and as her finger touched the doorhandle Julia felt all the air rush out of her lungs, making her feel like she would suddenly just keel over. Opening the door was probably the hardest part, but Julia simple took a deep breath and shoved it open. Letting her eyes roam the room she found the figure she was looking for and then tugged them away, she took a step into the room and turned to close the door. Pressing both hands on the door she pushed it closed lightly, her forehead resting against it as she tried to calm herself. It wasn't going to be too bad, right? Wrong. Walking so she was close, but not too close, to him she continued to chew on the side of her mouth. Sitting on a desk, and folding her legs under her once she was ontop, Julia looked at the desk and simply sat there in silence. A million thoughts were running through her mind, like what the hell she was going to say... How about nothing? Julia simply sat there in silence, chewing silently on her cheek as her eyes looked around the room, looking at anything but him. Opening her mouth slightly she started to say something, but then she realised that she didn't really have anything to say. Sighing softly she rubbed her eyes, because they were welling something fierce. Finally a soft whimper left her lips and she looked at him, "I'm sorry" she whispered and then dropped her eyes again. Julia knew a word wasn't going to get him to forgive her, but at the moment she knew she would do anything in the world to get him to be able to forgive her. |
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| + Antonio De Luca | Sep 17 2006, 02:32 PM Post #4 |
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The rate in which his heart was dropping down into his stomach was alarming. The boy felt dizzy, like he could hardly stand up. That was probably because he had been subconsciously holding his breath since he had seen the girl topple out of the broom cupboard half dressed, followed out by a boy. Something that he had wished he had not seen. Had he heard about it through the grapevine, had he been in the common room the next day and heard that Julia Martinez had slept with another random guy, things would have been different. However, he had actually witnessed it. He had actually more or less walked in on the girl frolicking with said boy. And that was something that he couldn’t deal with. Realizing that the black dots that were starting to appear in front of his vision was probably because of the lack of oxygen circulating to his lungs, the sixteen year old took a deep breath, though it didn’t quite satisfy his quench for air. Leaning against the wall of the classroom to steady himself, the boy doubled over, trying to get the dizzy feeling out of his mind. Was he dreaming? He had to be. This couldn’t be happening. There was no way that this could be happening. To make sure, the boy sighed in deeply, pinching himself lightly as he tried wake himself up from the situation. However, with the pain that shot up his hand the reality hit him, as he was washed by a distinct feeling of numbness. Keeping himself in the doubled over position, the boy remained there for what felt like an eternity, trying to clear his mind of the thoughts that were rampaging around his fragile mind. Figuring that the girl had wandered away, Antonio allowed his body to relax against the wall, sliding down the length of it until he landed on the floor, crumpled into a pathetic heap. Sighing in deeply he lowered his head to his knees, his head still throbbing as he sought to make sense of what was going on. However, before he could even begin to decipher the complex equation that had appeared in front of his blue eyes, a slight scuffle could be heard penetrating the wooden door, causing the boy to look over towards the handle. It turned slightly, and he could feel his heart rate increase, his hand shaking slightly as the realization hit him. Someone was entering the room. Judging by the fact that so little people were outside in the hallway, he was pretty sure that he knew who it was going to be. Antonio tried to bring himself to his feet, but it didn’t really work so he remained situated on the floor, his eyes fixated on the door that was slowly opening. Seeing her again, Antonio could feel his heart drop into his stomach again, for some reason unable to keep his blue eyes off the girl’s promiscuous figure no matter how hard he tried. His breath caught in his throat as she began to walk closer to him, feeling his heart thumping so loudly he was sure that he was going to go into cardiac arrest. Why was she here? She needed to leave. Right now. “I’m sorry” Never before had the boy been so consumed with the desire to hurt someone else. By any means necessary, he wanted to alleviate the conflicting emotions that were rising up in him. He wanted to get up and yell at her, to shake her, to walk out of the room and leave her there sitting on the desk by herself so she could understand a macrocosm of what was raging in the boy’s sixteen year old frame. Tearing his eyes away from her figure, the boy rested his head on his knees, trying to steady himself. He couldn’t do that. After all, he was Antonio de Luca. That wasn’t something that he did. Sighing in deeply, the boy closed his eyes, wishing that she would just disappear. He didn’t want to deal with her. He didn’t want to be in this room with her. Hell, he didn’t want to be in the same castle as her. He felt strangely suffocated, like he couldn’t breath anymore. And the deep breaths that he was taking weren’t really helping reduce the dizziness that was swirling throughout his body. “You didn’t do anything wrong,” he responded politely, his whisper much quieter than it had ever been around her. He couldn’t take this anymore. And he needed to do anything that would get her to leave him in peace. |
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| Julia Martinez | Sep 21 2006, 05:01 AM Post #5 |
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Julia had done alot of things that should have made her feel guilty - she had slept with boyfriends of friends, became friends with people to get their boyfriends, dated guys to get to their friends, or brothers, and other things. But it seemed that Julia lacked guilt, she had shrugged all of these things off, ignored the insults and kept walking with a smug smile on her face. She lacked guilt, and probably her pride too, but nothing, nothing, could ever compare to what she was feeling at the moment. Julia didn't understand why she could do horrible things, ruin peoples relationships, and not feel a thing... Yet she could sit opposite a boys she truly liked after hurting him, and feel like her heart was going to explode from how guilty she felt. Dropping her head into her hands, Julia sniffed quietly and took a deep breath, wanting more than anything to be able to say something to him. Anything to make it right, although Julia knew that no matter what she said it probably wouldn't become right. Not after what she had done. The look on his face was enough to drive her insane, and as much as Julia wanted to shrug and walk off, or whack him and then kiss him, she just couldn't. He was to.. precious. He was like an innocent little... thing, and she would feel worse than ever if she hurt him anymore than she already had. Julia knew that she had to explain, but what exactly was she supposed to say? And would he listen? She doubted it, but Julia knew that she had to try. “You didn’t do anything wrong,” "Bullshit..," Ugh. Word vomit, wincing to herself Julia cursed in spanish, hating how little control she had over her own body, mouth and such. Pushing her head further into her hands, Julia bit her lip and then decided that it was now or never. "Antonio, you know I did something wrong. God, even I know, and I know you probably think I've just gone back to being little miss slut, but I want you to know that I truly am sorry. You probably don't want an explaination, but I owe you one... So if you listen to me then I promise you can run, or hurt me, or do anything as soon as I'm finished," her eyes started stinging towards the end, it was funny how she could scream and yell and not care at all, but when it came to the person she'd least expect to really care about, she was a mess. So now was the part where she explained, right? She was supposed to tell him how she had felt insulted, then ran off and decided she needed a little distraction, and was she supposed to tell him that while she was sitting there opposite him she was still buzzing out over the joints she had smoked an hour or so earlier, was she supposed to tell him everything? Yes. She was. Well - kind of. If she told him she had only gone with the guy to try forget him, distract herself, and because she was buzzing, he'd probably think she was a complete phyco, which she was, but ... argh. Rubbing her eyes, Julia licked her top lip and then decided she had better start talking before he walked out. "I felt... like, you insulted me when you said you didn't want to do anything stupid, like you were saying that I was obviously going to do something, or like jump on you or something, and so I went..." Yes, the begginging was the best place to start, "So I ran, and then I decided that maybe you didn't like me as much as I like you, so I thought that if I took something I'd forget about how much it hurt," Notice the subtle way of saying she had taken drugs, gosh she was amazing. "But then all it did was make me want to distract myself from you, and I wasn't thinking straight, so when he came and hit on me I just went with it." Pause, and think. What exactly did she say next? Beg for his forgivness? Grovel? Or just let him decide how he was going to punish her for being such a bitch. It was such a confusing business, and Julia didn't know whether she wanted to stick around to find out how he was going to hurt her back. "It's all my fault. I got dramatic over something that I shouldn't have, and then I did something stupid. I know that you probably hate me, and I am sorry. I want you to know that I haven't ever felt this guilty about anything before, and if you knew the things I've done then you'd probably appriciate that more, but because you don't.. I understand if you still hate me and never want to see me again." Julia slipped off the desk and slid down onto the floor opposite him, simply because she wanted to be able to look at his face for a moment. Watch him before he ran away from her. "I really like you Antonio, I really do, and I'm so sorry" she muttered, and then lowered her eyes to the floor. Life sucks. |
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| + Antonio De Luca | Sep 23 2006, 07:52 PM Post #6 |
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"Bullshit.. So if you listen to me then I promise you can run, or hurt me, or do anything as soon as I'm finished," The boy’s fragile head was spinning beyond all belief, the nausea building up so much in his stomach that he believed if he was to actually open his mouth to articulate something his insides just might pour out. Making sure to keep his blue eyes fixated on the floor Antonio sat up slightly, his back resting against the stone wall that was behind him. Allowing his feet to remain flat on the floor he draped his arm around his legs, as though he was trying to subconsciously protect his body from the unknown wrath of the girl. Ironic really, seeing as he was the one that should have been upset. Nodding his head slowly, Antonio waited patiently, waited for the words that he was sure would flow out of the girls mouth. However, the boy doubted that he would really listen. Thousands of smaller thoughts darted around the sixteen year old’s numb mind, as he realized that he was probably the dumbest person to ever walk the earth. Really, how had he expected things to have gone differently? The naive sense of hope that was the boy’s trademark characteristic had allowed him to picture a different ending to the tragic pair, one that consisted of the impossible outcome of Julia and him being together. One in which her strumpet reputation did not matter. God, he had been so stupid. And all he had to show for his naivety now was the sinking feeling in his chest that was actually forcing him to feel quite sick. "I felt... like, you insulted me when you said you didn't want to do anything stupid, like you were saying that I was obviously going to do something, or like jump on you or something, and so I went..." The girl’s smooth voice was flowing through the room easily, evading the atmosphere and intoxicating the sixteen year old with the hope that maybe there was an acceptable excuse to what he had just had to bear witness in the hall. Flaring his nostrils, Antonio took in a sharp breath of air as he tried to control himself, the image of the boy zipping up his pants serving as a sick reminder of how stupid he had actually allowed himself to be. “I didn’t want to mess it up. That’s what I meant. I didn’t want to ruin it,” he interrupted, before he was able to control himself. Realizing that he had probably permitted too much from slipping through the confines of his mouth and mind, Antonio quickly closed his mouth, biting down on the inside of his cheek. He could feel the soft flesh of his mouth against the hard enamel of his teeth, feel the pressure building against his moistened skin as the pressure built with his attempt to punish himself for letting something so stupid to slip from his mouth. Feeling a metallic taste begin to fill his mouth, the boy immediately released his hold, briefly allowing his blue eyes to grace the girl’s face once more before he forced them down to a speckle of dust three inches away from his foot. "So I ran, and then I decided that maybe you didn't like me as much as I like you, so I thought that if I took something I'd forget about how much it hurt," Guilt replaced the nausea that had been previously flowing through the boy’s veins, as his stomach knotted over. How could she have thought that? More over, how could he have let her think that? Closing his eyes, the boy exhaled deeply, trying to decode the encrypted message that she had left him. Took something? Antonio could feel his heart rate begin to pick up, as a second wave of nausea passed through him. “I’m sorry,” he whispered, the guilt and nausea becoming unbearable within his young frame. "But then all it did was make me want to distract myself from you, and I wasn't thinking straight, so when he came and hit on me I just went with it." The explanation had to be done. Or at least Antonio hoped that it was because he wasn’t sure if he could take much more of the increasingly bad feeling that was corrupting his entire body. It didn’t quite help that the boy couldn’t even force himself to think straight, seeing as the girl was too close to him for his own comfort. And she was getting closer by the second. Focusing all his energy to keep his blue eyes on the floor, he could feel the hairs on his neck prickle as the girl got closer and closer to him, causing his heart to beat faster and faster. "It's all my fault. I got dramatic over something that I shouldn't have, and then I did something stupid. I know that you probably hate me, and I am sorry. I want you to know that I haven't ever felt this guilty about anything before, and if you knew the things I've done then you'd probably appriciate that more, but because you don't.. I understand if you still hate me and never want to see me again." He needed to get out. Now. The air that was supposed to be circulating to his lungs was getting denser the closer she came, as his mind seemed to slip in and out of focus. However, the boy wasn’t too sure if he would have been able to get up, even if he had fully wanted too. Finally unable to resist it, the boy glanced up at the girl, his blue eyes fixated on her own darkened ones. "I really like you Antonio, I really do, and I'm so sorry" As though they were playing some weird sort of game, the girl’s eyes broke from his as soon as they connected, allowing the boy the freedom of being able to study her profile without being stalker like. Feeling like it was probably about time to say something, the boy fought to find his voice amidst the dry feeling that was slowly starting to penetrate his mouth. “It’s okay,” he croaked, deciding that it would be better to say anything that would get to not be so dangerously close to him. “I like you too,” he whispered before he could stop himself, not even sure if she could hear it. |
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| Julia Martinez | Sep 25 2006, 06:48 AM Post #7 |
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It was always Julia. It was always her who ruined her friendships, always her who dumped the boy, always her who cheated, and always her who ruined the things that were going so well for her. To be honest, it was more like Julia to answer a question right in class, and then do something idiotic to cover her slipup. Julia didn't want people to know she actually had some brains though admittedly she had very few left, but whatever. Julia had an idea of how she wanted people to see her, and she didn't care what she had to do to keep that image picture perfect in everyone elses mind. The thought amused her though, how she could want such a different image in Antonio's head, infact, she wanted a mix of the real her, and someone he would like in his head, but it seemed her destructivness was ruining that and painting a very ugly picture where her perfect picture was supposed to be. At the very present moment, all Julia wanted was his forgiveness, which yes was rather strange coming from her but whatever. It didn't seem like he would ever forgive her though, because frankly - would she forgive a guy who fell out of the broom closet with another girl pulling her skirt on? Actually.. it was Julia, and if the guy was way sexy than she probably could forgive and have more sex, but this wasn't Julia, this was Antonio, the perfect Italian who was so innocent and such that it was a wonder the girl even knew who he was, and no - she hadn't made any bets with friends about making him not so innocent. She just liked him... alot. “I didn’t want to mess it up. That’s what I meant. I didn’t want to ruin it,” Yeah well, she took it differently, and it wasn't like it was completely out of the question that he could have been implying that he didn't want her to like, rape him or something. Julia may have been the biggest slut on this side of the planet, but when she really liked someone - which was really only Antonio - she had self control, which meant she wasn't planning on doing anything, well - she would have kissed him, but that was it. She hadn't even wanted to go any further, not for awhile. Unlike the rest, she wanted to get to know him, spend time with him and such. Whatever. "... " Yep, and that was what came out of Julia's mouth. Nothing. The girl opened her mouth, but nothing came out. She couldn't think of one thing to say apart from what she had thought, and godknows how he would take her saying that she liked him so much she would like, wait for him. Yeah, Julia didn't say that to anyone, and she may have liked him heaps, but she wasn't going to ever admit that outloud. Ever. “I’m sorry,” Frustration built up inside Julia untill she felt the need to hit something, but using that amazing selfcontrol, she simply balled her fists and just sat there shaking her head. "No, please don't be sorry. You didn't do anything, so please don't apologise because I hate the thought of you blaming you when it was all me," yeah she was smooth. If she had any pride to begin with she was probably loosing it by telling a Gryffindor not to blame himself for what she did, but Julia really didn't care anymore. “It’s okay,” But it wasn't. Julia didn't want him to say it was okay, because she really didn't think she was worth such like, quick forgiveness and such. She wanted him to forgive her more than anything, but it wasn't okay. It just wasn't. A tear slipped out of her eyelid as his met hers, but no sooner had she realised the connection she had dropped her own to the floor. She wanted him to be closer to her so much, she wanted him to hug her, to kiss her... anything. She wanted him to be next to her so she could know that it was alright, but she knew the chances were slim, and for the first time she intended on leaving the whole 'first move' thing to him. She knew that for once she had to leave things to the guy, because if she made the first move than he would probably get freaked and leave, and she didn't want that. So therefore she would just sit there and wait till he was comfortable. “I like you too,” Julia barely heard the whispered words that slipped out of his mouth, and she didn't even noticed he had said anything for a moment, and then it sunk it and she could barely conceal the grin that was trying to escape onto her lips. Despite the fact that she wanted to smile and be happy, his confession only made more tears slip out of her eyes as she sat there, her shoulders slumped. She didn't deserve him. "You're too good for me... you shouldn't like me because I'm just...bad, and I think that your to perfect and to amazing to even know someone like me" she mumbled incoherently. A red tint appeared in her cheeks and she hastily brushed her hand across her cheek, wiping the tears away. God she was confused, and a mess, and everything she said and thought seemed to contradict each other. She needed pills, anything to make her more sane than she was right now. |
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| + Antonio De Luca | Sep 26 2006, 03:39 PM Post #8 |
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This was not fun. Simply stated, the boy could feel his stomach twist and turn into horribly knotted coil, so much so that he felt as though he might actually puke. The air wasn’t circulating all too well to his lungs either, he felt suffocated by the vast room, suffocated by the tremendous amount of air that he had to breathe. Feeling his throat begin to clog over, the boy sighed in deeply, wondering why the panic was starting to build up in him now. However, the answer was right in front of his blue eyes. The girl was too close for his comfort. Merely in the brief meeting that the two had the night prior she had managed to dig her serpentine teeth into his fragile heart, dragging him along on some sort of sick roller coaster ride. Needless to say, the boy had never been a fan of roller coasters. The only time that he had ever felt compelled to go on one was when he was seven and his younger brother nearly forced him. The day had ended with his shirt entirely cased in vomit. Feeling the nausea that had already been creeping through his veins double at the thought, Antonio closed his eyes and once again focused on taking slow and steady breaths so to clear his buzzing mind. Finding the deep breathing to only increase his fear that not enough oxygen was in the room for the two of them, Antonio once again bit down on the familiar spot of soft flesh in his cheek, the metallic taste once again resurfacing to his tastebuds. "No, please don't be sorry. You didn't do anything, so please don't apologise because I hate the thought of you blaming you when it was all me," The capacity to yell would be nice. The frustration seemed to build within the boy, as everything just seemed to be going from bad to worse. He couldn’t be around her, or at least not right now. However, he couldn’t bring himself to move. She was like a drug, one that he had allowed himself to grow too partial too. Was it so wrong for him to just pretend that it was all okay and shrug it off? Releasing a pent up sigh the boy realized that his judgement was being severely clouded by the fact that the girl was right in front of him, the desire to yell or shake her burning within his chest. But he wouldn’t. Rather, he couldn’t. Acting out such a thing wasn’t like Antonio, and never in his life had he actually felt a strong urge to hurt someone. That was until now. And he hated her for her for it. He hated the boy who had tumbled out of the broom closet, he hated her for degrading herself with doing such an act, he hated the way that she had followed him into the room. He hated the way that she was slowly tormenting him by staying close to him, he hated her almond shaped eyes, he hated the black hair that he couldn’t help but stare at. He hated the way that he could get lightheaded just by looking at her, the fact that even though they were at least a foot apart he could still feel her fingertips against his from the night before. He hated the fact that he had spent the entire night imagining the feeling of her soft lips against his. And most of all, he hated her for making him feel like this. “It wasn’t being....it isn’t-ing....” He tried to argue, the English blocker that randomly came up kicking back in. Feeling the already set in frustration intensify, the boy let out a small angry hiss, as his slender fingers tugged at his short, brown hair in frustration. Was he stupid? Why couldn’t he form a simple sentence when he needed too? After all, he had been studying in the damn country for six years. Allowing his head to sink into his knees, Antonio continued to vent his pent up frustration on his own self worth, his vindictive nature rejoicing at the chance to diminish anything, even if it was himself. "You're too good for me... you shouldn't like me because I'm just...bad, and I think that your to perfect and to amazing to even know someone like me" Damn straight. The girl was a whore, and Antonio was a knight. They were simply from two different worlds, two that could not possibly coexist in any kind of harmony. Later, they would talk about it. Like a group of hawks the scavengers would descend all around the tattered phenomena and whisper about it, about how they knew it was coming. How the boy had always been too good for her, and he had slipped up in allowing such poison to get too close to his heart. How the theory of the suffering of man was manifested in the sixteen year old boy motived by his desire and want. However, the naive Antonio remained oblivious to all these facts, as he could hear the estranged tears in her voice. Bringing his head up, the boy’s body once again filled with guilt as he stared at the shaking figure of the strumpet, the tears glistening down her smooth face. The boy had become so hard on himself, had brought himself down so low that he couldn’t see the worth in him that she talked about. No, all he could see was an idiotic sixteen year old boy who had managed to once again screw up everything that he had going for him. All thoughts of hatred drifted from the boy’s mind, as he continued to watch the progress of the tears down the girl’s cheek. “No, please don’t. I’m sorry,” he whispered, the tears that were flooding down her face stinging his already raw heart. Without even thinking the boy moved closer to her, softly brushing a couple of the tears off her face. [[kill me]] |
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| Julia Martinez | Sep 27 2006, 12:28 AM Post #9 |
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It was something new for Julia not to be yelled at after doing something stupid, because when she had cheated on previous boyfriends it almost always ended up with yelling fits for the whole common room to hear. If she was lucky he'd just get over it and go move on, but mostly there was yelling, and lots of it. It was kind of like a cycle. Cheating - Him finding out - Yelling - Breakup sex. It went around and around, untill Antonio came along and made Julia turn all antsy pantsy, and such. She wondered for a moment what Zdravko would say if he found out she had a boyfriend she really like, and a Gryffindor at that. Wincing slightly Julia decided that maybe he just wouldn't find out. And as for what her brother would think? Well - he'd be too busy looking in a mirror to care. Bloody male models. Realising what she had just thought Julia shook her head and fought the urge to slap herself. There wasn't even going to be a Gryffindor boyfriend for Zdravko to find out about, so why was she thinking it? Because she was a loser, that's why. Anyway - back to the orginal thought; the way that Antonio wasn't yelling was making Julia like him all the more, because it was something new, and she liked it. She liked him, and that was pretty much the end of the story. “It wasn’t being....it isn’t-ing....” Looking up at him as he suddenly spoke [albiet not very well] Julia felt her face soften, but then the guilt jumped it as soon as the angry hiss left his mouth, feeling like the biggest douche in the world Julia dropped her head to her knees and closed her eyes, feeling the softness of the skin on her knee against her eyes. Letting her knees drop and lifting her head after a second, Julia sighed lightly and frowned, he should have been able to let his feelings out on her, not having to keep them in because of the language. God knows Julia would have been throwing desks around if she wanted to yell but couldn't because she could't articulate what she wanted to say. God speaking English sucked. "Non stava essendo che cosa…?" she asked softly, oh yeah - go her for putting him in his comfort zone by speaking Italian. Yeah, it was kind of sad how she was trying to make him comfortable enough to yell at her. Julia then realised that she was trying so hard because having people yell at her was the only way she knew how to deal with things, she didn't know what to do while he was just sitting there being hurt. Him just sitting there was killing her, simply because she didn't know what to do, and how to make it better. She needed him to yell at her. "Please yell at me..." she whispered, wanting him to yell so it would be okay.He'd get those angry feelings out of the way, and she could deal with it. That was the way it should be. Not this - not him being quiet and hurt, and her not knowing what to do but wanting so desperately to make it better. This sucked. “No, please don’t. I’m sorry,” Why was he always apologising? Did he not hear her when she said it was all her fault? He didn't need to say he was sorry because none of this was his fault. He had done nothing... ever. She was the one who walked out, and she was the one who had fallen out of the broomcloset. No - it was really unfair for her to let him apologise when it was all his fault. Julia opened her mouth to tell him to shut the hell up, when she realised that he was right infront of her. Her dark brown eyes widened in surprise that he was even near her, but she did nothing to stop him. She wanted him close to her, she wanted him to touch her, to hold her, and she wanted him to kiss her most of all, though Julia knew that was definately out of the question. Tears were still spilling over her eyelids when suddenly his hand was on her face wiping them away, demasiado cerca. no bueno she thought to herself as she let her eyes travel from their place on his chest to his face. Breathing heavily Julia tried to stop herself from crying, but it seemed the tears just kept spilling - especially now while he was being so goddamn forgiving. Julia had never wanted to kiss anyone more in her life, although this time it was probably for all the right reasons, not the wrong ones. Before she could gain selfcontrol, Julia felt her head moving forward slightly, but before she could do the bad thing and press her lips on his, Julia stopped herself and lowered her eyes to the floor, wishing she wasn't so forward all the time, because it really wasn't working for her right now. "I-I.. uh.. Y-you.. uhm... Soy un perdedor," she muttered, feeling the need to whack herself. She really was a loser. Non stava essendo che cosa - That wasn't being what...? demasiado cerca. no bueno - too close. not good. Soy un perdedor - I am a loser |
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| + Antonio De Luca | Sep 30 2006, 08:45 PM Post #10 |
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"Non stava essendo che cosa…?" That was incredibly low. She knew him too well, knew exactly what words he needed to hear to make him comfortable. Shame began to bubble in the pit of the boy’s stomach as he realized how stupid he sounded, how impossible it was for him to even articulate a simple sentence in the broken English that he could muster. So much so that the girl would resort to speaking to another language. In all honesty, the boy didn’t want to be comfortable right now. He didn’t want to hear the familiar Italian roll off her tongue, putting her at ease. That would be too easy. He would allow his naive mind to be lulled back into a sense of comforting that he had experienced the night before. It was one thing to be naive, and it was a whole other thing to be naive and intoxicated. “Stop,” he responded firmly, keeping his blue eyes gazed hatefully at the floor, the swirl of thoughts spinning so violently in his head that he was having trouble breathing. Realizing that he sounded too rude the boy tried frantically to recover his tracks. “I mean... “ he began, trying to find any way to phrase what he needed to say. The thoughts evaded him. Neither in Italian nor English could he find the words that seemed to articulate what he intended. “Never mind.” He finished quietly, softly hitting his head against the wall, his eyelids closing over the beautiful blue that was seldom seen. "Please yell at me..." What? Antonio opened his eyes, completely confused. Had she just asked him what he thought she did? That couldn’t be right. Opening his mouth to say something, the boy shut it immediately, realizing he had absolutely no idea if he wanted to say something at all or what he should say. Oh, he wanted too. It would be so perfect if he could just find his voice and throw it all at her- in English, in Itallian- whatever. Then perhaps he wouldn’t leave the room feeling so much like shit. However, he knew that wasn’t going to happen and a part of him knew that she knew that wasn’t going to happen. Simply put, it wasn’t Antonio. The boy had never yelled at anyone in the entirety of his life. “Why?” He asked quietly, finding that he wanted to know the answer to that question very much. Sighing deeply Antonio allowed his hands to enclose into fists, pulling his thing long sleeved shirt over his fingers. This was too much. The boy felt drained, weak. Too much was going on, too much had happened in the last twenty four hours then the boy usually had happen to him in a month. And the source? The girl that was sitting right before him. God, this sucked. Really bad. "I-I.. uh.. Y-you.. uhm... Soy un perdedor," Touch was horrible, and for the life of him he couldn’t figure out why he felt the need to ignore all the little warnings that were buzzing around his head and touch her. It just wasn’t right. Realizing he was too close the moment that he could see the tears trickling out of the corner of her eyes and her black eyelashes forming into triangles, Antonio tried desperately to clear his mind and actually think about what he was doing. Sadly enough for him, that was easier said than done. Feeling the goose bumps prickle up on his arm when the girl moved closer to him, Antonio tried desperately to remind himself of the position that he was in. However, all thoughts of anger and resentment that had been in the boy previously seemed to trickle out of his mind as soon as she moved closer to him, before pausing a centimeter before his mouth. The words flew smoothly from her lips, however the boy couldn’t hear them, nor understand him. All he saw was her delicate lips form words as though she was in slow motion, the sound never quite reaching his ears over the loud beating of his heart. Unable to keep his blue eyes off of hers, he vaguely registered that this was perhaps the first time that he had actually allowed himself the privilege of staring into her chocolate eyes. For a while they were frozen like that, hanging in the air for a couple of seconds that seemed to pass by as though they were days. He needed to leave. Now. Getting up was a good idea. Trying to order the thought to his legs, the sixteen year old wondered why he was slowly inclining his head forward. He needed to leave. But for some reason his fist was unclenching, moving slowly around the girls thin waist. He need to get up. However, that didn’t stop him for subconsciously pulling the girl closer to him, in between his legs. The common room was probably the best place to go, the only way that the snake couldn’t find him. However, even as he thought the last sentence the boy could feel his heart flutter as his smooth lips touched the girl’s delicate ones. [[this sucks, sorry]] |
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| Julia Martinez | Sep 30 2006, 10:23 PM Post #11 |
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“Stop,” Here's the thing: Julia had never really associated with someone like Antonio before, and she liked him, she really did, but there was a time when she reached a certain point where her personality, and all those negative points of it - like her being somewhat mentally unstable - would just give up on whatever it was she was fighting for, and just go back to being Julia. Now, Julia had become pretty good at telling when she was about to collapse into the old Julia, and pretty much end up in saying and doing things she didn't want - and as bad as the moment was, Julia realised that yes, that moment was coming. Yeah, so really - she was screwed. She was sick of trying so hard, fighting for him and then just getting him even more pissed. She didn't know him too well, but she knew him well enough to know that it was so completely unlikely for him to actually just yell at her, therefore allowing her to feel like she was the old Julia, and stay calm. That's why she needed, and wanted him to yell so much, because her sanity - or some shit like that - depended on it. So, y'know, he should just be a man, and yell at her - like he wanted to. Julia knew guys better than anything, and every guy wanted to yell at the slut who cheated on them, though technically she hadn't cheated on him. “I mean... “ “Never mind.” Taking a deep breath, and managing to feel like the biggest douche in the world, Julia pushed a hand through her hair and sighed loudly, "Don't worry - I get it" he responded, a slightly frosty undertone to the cool tone she was trying to use. It was kind of sad how she could be such a bitch for no real reason at all - and inside it was killing her, because she really did like the guy. Yet she seemed to have no control over the side of her that was most often seen - the bad side. “Why?” Because the fate of the world depended on it. Duh. Sighing softly, getting a little annoyed with his question, she tugged on her black hair lightly and then sent a faint smile his way. "You want too, that's why," she replied softly, her voice boardering on pained - which was sad because she was trying so hard to stay the way she was, and yet all she could managed was to sound weak and hurt. She wasn't even hurt. Not really anyway, and if anyone was hurting her, it was herself. If she thought about it, she didn't need him to yell at her, what she needed were drugs. Sadly she didn't have any at the present moment, and the affects of her morning fix were pretty much gone - possibly another reason for why she was changing. "You don't have to be so different. So quiet and stuff, I want you to yell at me. Every guy I know has yelled at me, and it works for me, okay? It just... helps me," and of course she had to start crying while she was trying to tell him to yell at her, yeah, because she was so cool, "I want to stay like this, like how I am around you, but I can't... I just can't. I change, and you're going to hate me, and then I'll loose whatever it is I have with you, and then I'll go back to my tragic cycle of getting high and fucking slytherin assholes..." and cut. It was past sad now, what she was and such, it was beyond normal too. Because which Slytherin princess started crying while they tried to explain that they wanted to stay nice? Uhm, none. Julia was like this massive, confusing, storm - she'd wreaked havoc wherever she went, and usually she didn't care, but because suddenly Antonio was there, she was trying to calm herself, but it wasn't working. Why wasn't it working? Because she was Julia. Simple as that. He was close. Really, really close. For a moment Julia thought that maybe, just maybe - if she got enough out of him kissing her or whatever, she might just be able to stay the same. Deciding she was going to try that, Julia let her hands press lightly against his chest, resting flat on his chest, her skin burning where it touched the fabric of his shirt. She wanted this - him - more than anything, and if it didn't happen, then she might just have to do another runner - or really it'd be a sprint to her dorm, where her drugs and alcohol waited patiently for her in her top draw. Butterflies formed in her stomach as he moved closer, which made a smile form on her lips, because that little sign had just showed her that apart of her still was reacting like it did when she was around Antonio. Apart of her was griping onto the way she was while she was with him, not prepared to let herself fall into her old ways. Thankgod for that part of her. As soon as she felt his hands slip around her waist, Julia was moving hers slowly up his chest, her arms slipping around his neak when his lips finally touched hers. Letting one of her hands rise to run through the back of his hair, Julia pressed her lips on his, her mouth working in unison with his - kissing him slowly as she got whatever it was she needed out of this kiss. Pressing herself closer to him, Julia put more effort into the kiss, forgetting a little that it was Antonio she was kissing, and not another slytherin whore. After a second, Julia wasn't thinking at all, and although she was definately getting what she wanted, being "experianced" and all, she kissed him rougher, and with more passion. Not even stopping to think about how it was little Antonio and not a slytherin manwhore, Julia kept kissing him roughly. Getting everything she needed to stay how she was from the kiss. God, it was like her own little drug. Sick really, but hey - that was Julia. [ooc;; I hate it.] |
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| + Antonio De Luca | Oct 1 2006, 06:07 PM Post #12 |
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"Don't worry - I get it" Was that frost under her tone? Antonio was sure it was, and sadly enough he could see every possible reason for why it was there. Sighing deeply, he kept his blue eyes glued to the floor, wondering why she hadn’t already exercised her patience enough and left. Letting his head lean against the wall behind him, his brain frantically thought for something-anything to say, but his mind simply drew a blank. The silence drifted between them, almost unbearable as he sat there, resisting the urge to apologize for whatever it was that he had done to piss her off. Instead, he continued to look at the floor, his slender fingers interlocking nervously. This wasn’t good. Wasn’t she supposed to have left by now? Everything that she stood for made it quite obvious that the two were incompatible. And yet, here she was staring at him in the room. Why had she even followed him? God, it would have been so much better if she had just left him to his suclusive behavior, then maybe, just maybe he would have figured out a way to be over her. So yeah, that was unlikely but at least the boy could lie to himself. However, he couldn’t take this. He couldn’t take sitting here and having the girl so close to him, making him constantly second guess himself and want to simply forget what he had seen. “I’m sorry,” he said finally, still making sure not to look at her. Smooth. Real smooth. Sighing in again, he closed his eyes tightly, almost praying that when he opened them she would be gone. Pausing a couple of seconds he waited with baited breath, before he allowed his eyes to snap open again. No such luck. The girl was still sitting there at solid as ever. Just peachy. "You want too, that's why," How she could manage to sound seductive when all this mess was going on was beyond him. Oh, he wanted too. He wanted too badly. But it was impossible. Or at least that was the way that the boy was raised. He couldn’t remember a time when he had ever raised his voice at anyone. The day that happened would be...legendary. “Yeah, but I have self control.” He mumbled quietly, realizing that the sentence was rather accusatory. “That’s not what I meant,” he tried to cover quickly, wondering why it was impossible for him to say anything at all without sounding like a rude douche. God, the entire image that she had painted of him was probably suffering a serious blow because of all the dumb mistakes that he seemed to keep making, all which really concerned this room. "You don't have to be so different. So quiet and stuff, I want you to yell at me. Every guy I know has yelled at me, and it works for me, okay? It just... helps me. I want to stay like this, like how I am around you, but I can't... I just can't. I change, and you're going to hate me, and then I'll loose whatever it is I have with you, and then I'll go back to my tragic cycle of getting high and fucking slytherin assholes..." Antonio finally lifted up his eyes as she spoke, a tormented pang sounded within his heart. He really didn’t want her to cry at all. In fact, that was the last thing that he wanted her to do. Yet, she was here doing it. “No, I won’t,” he promised without realizing what he was saying, moving slowly closer to her to wipe more tears from her eyes. “I don’t want to yell at you. Because....” He started, his Itallian accent more pronounced as he struggled to find the right words to fill in the void. “..You aren’t deserving it. You can’t have been knowing many decent guys.” He explained, wanting for the girl to stop crying and be the girl that he had spent part of last night with. Goose bumps once again spread throughout the boy’s body as he could feel her touch against his chest, followed by a slight pressure being applied. His shirt was so thin that he could feel the coldness of her hand seeping through, nearly causing his chest to freeze over. She was too close to him for his comfort. The boy briefly contemplated backing away from her, but that didn’t seem like a real possibility considering how close they were and the events that were slowly unfolding before his naive blue eyes. Excitement flooded through his body as their lips connected, the slow passion beginning to build. Realizing what he was doing, Antonio thought to pull away so he could actually figure out what was going on, but it seemed as though Julia had other plans. Feeling her arms wrap around his neck and begin to play with his hair, Antonio was forced backwards by the pressure she exerted against his body, his back banging down onto the hard floor beneath him. Yeah, not smooth at all. The boy winced as he felt the contact pain shooting up his back, but apparently the girl hadn’t noticed, as she continued to kiss him rougher and rougher. What was going on? The answer to that question the boy had no idea, seeing as he had only kissed two girls prior to this and both had been fairly innocent. Strangely enough, the boy couldn’t bring himself to push Julia off of him, and instead he allowed himself to kiss her back, returning the same force that she was giving him. Yeah, he was little, shy, Italian Antonio. But then again, he was a boy. And what boy was smart enough to push a hot girl who they were head over heels for off of them? No one, that was who. |
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| Yelena Cardosa | Oct 1 2006, 07:29 PM Post #13 |
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| Julia Martinez | Oct 1 2006, 07:32 PM Post #14 |
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This was ridiculous. The whole situation that they were in was crazy, it should never have happened, but it did - and for that Julia was thankful. She had never met anyone like Antonio before, though admittedly that was because of her own personal opinion of others and not because there was no one else like him, though truthfully she couldn't imagine anyone to be as shy and as sweet, and completely gorgeous as the boy infront of her. He was like, perfect in her mind, and it killed her to know that she was so imperfect. He musn't have known about her drug problem, or the pyro thing, or anything else she had done, because if he did then chances were he'd think she was crazy and have let the Room of Requirement the moment she stepped in there. Julia knew that if anyone was going to f*** this up, it would be her - simply because sometimes she just had no control over what she did. Part of the reason Julia liked Antonio so much was because of the effect he had on her, he made her into this calmer person, and although he didn't have the power to completely control her, he was doing a damn good job of making her comfortable enough to actually talk about her feelings and shit like that, something no one else had done before. “I’m sorry,” Why was he apologising? Julia wished that the weirdass movie they were in had subtitles so she could tell what was going on, because she wasn't understanding any of this. Shuffling forward after his eyes were closed she ran her fingers across his hand lightly and then smirked a little, "Don't apologise, or if you're going to - then what were you apologising for?" Ah, the confusing like of the hormonal teenagers. No - kidding. But in her mind it was pretty confusing. “Yeah, but I have self control.” That could have been taken as an insult, but Julia just shrugged because frankly she didn't have any selfcontrol anyway. It was a known fact that the skanky slytherin couldn't control what she did, especially when she was blazed. Take that very morning for instance - the whole broomcloset scerario, yeah, that was thanks to selfcontrol. “That’s not what I meant,” Was that like a subtle apology? Because if he was apologising again, then the dude had a serious problem; he was too nice. "It's okay, Antonio. Seriously - it's cool," she responded, a small grin on her face as she watched him looking so messed up - though not in the drugfucked way she was, he was messed in a cute way, like he couldn't find the right words or whatever. It was cute. Julia liked it. “No, I won’t,” Butthole. Feeling him move closer again, Julia felt a smile tug at the corners of her mouth, and instead of simply sitting there letting him wipe away her tears again, this time Julia sighed lightly and then dropped her head to his shoulder. Cute? I should think so. “I don’t want to yell at you. Because....” “..You aren’t deserving it. You can’t have been knowing many decent guys.” Sighing loudly this time, more for dramatic affect than anything, Julia frowned slightly and then let her eyes travel up to his. "Jesus Antonio, stop being so goddamn cute" she whispered, a smile slipping onto her face. Yep, the girl had no problem saying what she was thinking. Don't like it? So what. "Seriously though, I want you to get everything off your chest, because I really like this... what we have, and I don't want it to ever be ruined, so please - just get everything off you chest?" yep, she pretty much begged him to get pissed at her, but she really needed to know that it was okay, and he wasn't holding something in which would explode later. Exploding was not good. Julia barely even noticed that suddenly they were on the floor, and even if she had - why the hell would she have cared? She was hardly thinking about what they were doing, but honestly - if she had been told that they would have been doing this, she would have laughed, said that was cute, and set the person straight that Antonio would pull away after a second. However he wasn't pulling away, infact he was kissing her with as much intensity as she was kissing him, and by george it was awsome. After awhile of some seriously good making out time, Julia let her lips slow down, then slowly trail across his neak and to his ear. Grinning softly, she kissed his neak before whispering into his ear, "Are you serious? Antonio, why the hell are you so shy... You're like, the best kisser ever," Oh yeah, she was cool. See - the whole not being afraid to say what was on her mind thing came up again, but again - didn't really bother her. Letting her lips softly trail back to his lips, Julia pressed her lips on his again, glad that she was safely back to the 'Antonio Julia' now, instead of the normal 'Julia Julia'. Grinning softly as she kissed him, Julia once again to loose control of herself, and let her more experiance nature come out. Without even really noticing, her hand slipped from around his neak and made it's way slowly down his chest and to where his belt set. Oh yes, she was a dirty slytherin girl. The boy wasn't going to know what hit him, although it was probably good to add that if she was planning on doing anything with him [which she was] it was only because she liked him lots, and not just because he was there. No, she liked him far too much to use him like that. Now - the only question on her mind... had he done this before? Kinky much? Oh yeaaah. |
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| + Antonio De Luca | Oct 2 2006, 05:17 PM Post #15 |
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"Don't apologise, or if you're going to - then what were you apologising for?" That was a good question, one that the boy was having difficulty answering in his head. Sighing in deeply, a small smirk formed on the corners of his lips as he shook his head, realizing how stupid this entire situation may have looked to the non objective third party outsider. Then again, he supposed that he didn’t have to worry about that seeing as no one in the room could possibly be classified as that. Unless there were hidden camera’s in the room. A spasm of fear crossed the boy’s face as the thought drifted into his mind, as he looked around the room for any source of disturbance within the smooth walls, but came up with nothing. Almost sighing in relief, the boy returned his gaze to the floor, feeling his stomach unclench slightly. “I don’t know. For causing you upset... edness?” he questioned at the end, wondering if he was even making sense. Yeah, probably not but that was the best that the boy could muster up given the situation that seemed to be suffocating him at the present moment. Biting the smooth inside of his cheek, Antonio refocused his gaze nervously to his jeans, catching the dull grass stain that was on one of his knees. Had he played soccer in these jeans? Probably, seeing as that was the only time that the boy was away from the castle, or the sanctuary that his common room provided him. That was, excluding the rare exceptions when he would happen to bump into Julia in the hallways. Sighing again, the boy reminded himself to think about something else, which was proving to be quite difficult seeing as the girl was situated three feet in front of him, slowly encroaching on his personal space. Nearly flinching as her skin made contact with his hand, Antonio could feel his entire body freeze, his eyes looking up just in time to catch hers. “It's okay, Antonio. Seriously - it's cool. Jesus Antonio, stop being so goddamn cute" The touch that he had spent all night thinking about once again resurfaced, as her fingers worked their way slowly across his tanned skin. Not even breathing for fear that he would mess things up, Antonio could feel his brain freeze over, as he couldn’t quite tear his blue eyes away from the girl’s though a part of him knew that he should. As soon as the worlds rolled off her smooth tongue Antonio could feel his cheeks burn lightly again, as the reddish hue once again picked up. Feeling his mouth go awfully dry he once again lowered his eyes to the floor, wishing that he really could just stop being a douche and stop blushing. However, that was out of the question. Antonio and douche often went hand in hand. Especially when he was around Julia. "Seriously though, I want you to get everything off your chest, because I really like this... what we have, and I don't want it to ever be ruined, so please - just get everything off you chest?" Once again the boy felt his body tense as her skin touched his, this time her head landing softly on his shoulder. He could feel her penetrating gaze against his face, trying to catch his eyes. Self consciously the boy looked away, making sure to keep his blues on the floor instead of reflecting her own brown eyes. Was she begging him to yell at her? No, that couldn’t have been right. Antonio could feel a painful lump form in his already dry mouth as he struggled to figure out what to say, his shyness getting the better of him. Realizing that it was rather impossible for him to articulate anything at the moment, he merely shook his head painfully slow, his heart racing as he realized the girl was way too close to him for any kind of comfort. "Are you serious? Antonio, why the hell are you so shy... You're like, the best kisser ever," Once again the sixteen year old boy’s cheeks burned red again as the girl spoke, as he embarrassedly broke eye contact with the girl and looked away. How she could even manage to make him blush while they were kissing was beyond the boy, but he assumed that it had to do with someway that he girl worked. Perhaps that was why guys just seemed to flock to her, because she had the amazing ability to magically control them. Feeling his heart flutter as the girl dragged her lips across his smooth skin before she whispered into his ear, the boy could feel his entire body suddenly heat up, very much aware of how his shirt seemed to be suffocating him. God, it was as though someone had turned the thermostat to the highest degree, and he couldn’t quite explain the sudden change in climate except for the fact that the girl was now on top of him. The friction of his shoulder blades against the hard floor starting to irritate him, the boy propped himself up on his forearms. However, before he could do anything else the girl’s lips once again returned to his, as she pushed against him with such intensity that he was nearly knocked backwards onto the floor again. His body tingled as the girl moved her hands down his torso, before they rested on his belt. Figuring that she just needed a place to put her hands, the boy tried desperately to ignore it, realizing that he had never quite kissed a girl the way that he was kissing Julia at the moment. Hearing a low click as his belt unbuckled, the boy fought the urge to sit up, and instead tried to slow down the kiss, though it seemed rather impossible at the moment. What the hell was going on? While it may have been obvious to anyone else, to the naive Antonio he was completely left in the dark. Allowing his back to sink backwards onto the floor once more so he could have control over his hands, he interlaced the girls hands with his own, bringing her claws away from his now unbuckled belt. |
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