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Post by annie louise carter on Jun 28, 2010 16:55:15 GMT
Just Gonna Stand There And ( watch me burn. well that's alright because )I Like The Way It hurts- - - - - - - - - - it was safe to say that at the current time, annie louise carter was not best impressed with trevor... whatever his middle name was, schumacher. yeah. it had been one week today since their last encounter. that encounter which she had entered with her virginity and a craving for pancakes, and one which she came out of with just the craving for more pancakes. if that made sense. anyway, yeah, she was coming out to go and buy some more pancake stuff so she could make it herself, and she'd also wanted to pick up some new toothpaste too, as she'd run low. thankfully, the oddly stocked grocery store in hogsmeade would cater for both, and she was heading there. now lets explain annie's choice of clothes. whenever she felt down, annie enjoyed being a little bit odd and standing out. she also enjoyed counting the numerous odd looks that she'd always get from people, and one way of increasing these odd looks was to go out dressed in her pyjamas. so, with her hair down and tidy, she'd dressed in her penguin pyjamas, her dressing gown, and her lion slippers, bought for her because she was a gryffindor. it was like a game to her, you see, but she loved trying to beat her little record of odd looks, and at the moment, her record stood at 27. and that was because she'd gone in many shops. she doubted that she'd get that many today, but it was always worth a try.
it was also safe to say that walking down to hogsmeade itself, on the glorious and sunny saturday that the place was experiencing, annie had gained many odd looks already, and took delight in the fact that she'd racked up almost ten before she'd even entered the grocery store. she was on alright terms with the guy behind the counter, who'd seen her many times in her very many night time outfits. that was not as it sounded. you see this wasn't the first time she'd come into this shop whilst pyjama shopping. the meaning of that of course being shopping in her pyjamas, and not literally pyjama shopping. she had enough pyjamas to last her a lifetime, as she was always buyng ones that she thought were cute, or odd, or unique. annie was also a collecter of quirky slippers. but the item that stood out the most, was the glasses that she'd slipped over her eyes. they were colourful to say the least, and they were also the ones that she'd traded with the idiot himself, just before, well, i think you know by now. annie opened the door to the store and the bell above it tinkled as always. her first order of buisness was the toothpaste. she'd had a certain flavour of toothpaste in mind for a while now, only because she'd sort of been craving that taste too, which was odd and creepy, but she wanted it.
heading to the place where the toothpaste was kept, annie started picking up random tubes, trying to remember the name of the one she wanted. at last, she picked up a tube, that was kind of see through so you could see the toothpaste inside. that was cool. she had a look at the name of it, and it was then that she realised that she was being watched, the hairs on the back of her neck stood up, and her head rose immediately, her eyes scanning for any sight of the person that was looking her way. she just had that feeling you see, that someone was watching. she didn't know how to explain it, but that was what it was. with small shivers to alert you to their presence, and the hair standing on end on the back of her neck and all that crap. yeah, she had gotten that.
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Post by trevor anthony schumacher on Jun 28, 2010 23:08:54 GMT
It had been a week. One whole week Annie free. Of course, that wouldn't have bothered him at all if this had been a week, say, a month ago, when he really didn't care much for her at all. Anything before that Honeydukes encounter. Now, he actually enjoyed her company, even though they couldn't stand each other. He thought that the day he went to her house, things had actually changed, and were going to change for good. The thought scared him. He hated change. He was set on the thought that no one could change the way he acted or the things he did. That's why, as he was lying on the bed with Annie a week ago, he had made the decision to ruin it all. Now, he realized how stupid that was. Part of him wanted to go back in time to change what he did, what he said to her. He had been such an enormous ass, and hadn't even said sorry. He hadn't seen or heard from her since that day, and he would act like he didn't give a care in the world. The truth was, though, that he did. He freaking missed her. How odd was that? The fact that he had actually hurt her feelings more than usual that day actually made him feel guilty. He wanted to say he was sorry, but he couldn't bring himself to say it. He felt like beating the crap out of himself for being such an idiot. But what if it was all a good thing? The farther he got from Annie, the better. She was starting to make him feel.. weird.. and do things he normally wouldn't do. Maybe if he never saw her again, it was for the better. It wasn't like he was ever going back to Hogwarts, anyway. He was done. For good. So maybe that was the last time he would ever see her, since he was going back home soon. Why did that thought make him feel all.. sad? He was a mess.
This all would probably explain why, for the last week, he hadn't really bothered to get dressed when he woke up in the morning. He was so lazy and miserable he didn't feel like doing anything or talking to anyone. It was stupid! It couldn't have all been because of Annie, right? Don't worry, he had been taking showers, but he was always found walking around in his pajamas. Good thing he had more than one pair. The cow printed ones were currently being washed, so he had gone with a more simple set. He decided that he really needed to get out and restock on his favorite toothpaste, since he was beginning to run low. He couldn't possibly let that happen. So that's how he found himself here. He had brought one of his cherry lollipops along with him, just because he really loved the taste of those things. They were so addicting, but it was like he was tormenting himself. He should have just started forgetting about Annie altogether, not doing things that constantly reminded him of her. He also should have thrown these slippers away, but he really liked them. He shoved the door to the small shop open, his lime green colored glasses over his eyes, and the cherry lollipop in his mouth. It was a tootsie pop, so it would probably last a while, and had a toosie roll center. Oh, goody! He glanced through the aisles with a sigh, only getting occasional glances because he wasn't that loudly dressed. They mostly just noticed his attractive slippers.
He turned into the aisle that held what he was looking for, then stopped short before he had made it to his destination. He wasn't looking at the person holding the toothpaste, no, he was just looking at the toothpaste. His eyes narrowed and he marched his way toward the person, taking the lollipop from his mouth, "Hey! That better not be the last one or I swear I will cut y-" that's when he noticed the hair. Pretty much no one around here had that hair but Annie, he knew. And that face. And those glasses. And she was dressed in.. pajamas? And she was looking fine. Yep, that sure was Annie. Now, instead of feeling pissed, he felt guilty all over again, "Oh, hey," he began quietly, biting his lip awkwardly. She'd probably just turn and leave, wouldn't she? Wait, why was she holding his brand of toothpaste? Sure, it wasn't his, but he associated it with himself. It was his favorite, and the only kind he used. Good thing it wasn't the last, though, because there was more on the shelf. He had just been very snappy lately, so he would take any excuse to yell at someone, just not her, "I've.. um.. missed your face," really smooth, he still hadn't apologized for last week. He popped the lollipop in his mouth again, so he wouldn't be tempted to say anything else. What did he expect, for her to have just forgotten about it? It was still good to see her again, as much as he hated to admit that fact. Damn, he was turning into a pussy.
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Post by annie louise carter on Jun 29, 2010 7:35:38 GMT
Just Gonna Stand There And ( watch me burn. well that's alright because )I Like The Way It hurts- - - - - - - - - - now let me explain to you what it was meant by 'dressed in her penguin pyjamas'. it being the morning and all it was safe to say that you could expect someone to already be in their pyjamas, and you would be assuming right, but annie had actively gone to her wardrobe and consciously thought through the choice of pyjamas, to change into from the set that she was already wearing, because it gave her mind something to actively concentrate on, so that it didn't force her to think of trevor, because, and as sad as this was, every now and again her mind would give her nice little flashbacks, and she could practically hear his laughter. yep. she could actually hear him laughing. it happened a few times in the castle, and even more sadly enough, this temperamental red headed girl would find herself looking around randomly and trying to see where the laughter was coming from. and the even more sad thing was, the excitement she felt when she thought he was around. one week of that was enough to drive her crazy, and to be honest it hadn't even felt like a week. her lessons had dragged those final few times, her days had seemed to last hours more than they honestly had, and she'd even been zoning out, yep, that's right, actually spacing out and losing concentration, because for some reason she'd caught a whiff of the spray thing that trevor used, or she'd been eating some pepper imps and would get reminded of him because she linked any minty taste to toothpaste, and more importantly, his toothpaste. she'd actually started to crave it, hence feeling the need to go out and buy it.
to be honest, she would much rather it if she hadn't needed to go out of her apartment at all. she would have loved it if she could have spent the whole weekend feeling lazy and sitting in bed eating ice cream, and reading some magazines or books, or anything that would keep her mind from him. she could barely think his name without actually missing him a bit. which was creepy. she missed his laughter, she missed his hair, she missed his toothpaste and she even missed their rapid exchange of insults that they both knew never really were meant to hurt. so why had that last insult hurt so much? the words were practically echoing around her head now, so, how much do i owe you? ugh, she hated to even think them. the reason that this insult had been different though was because not only did he deliver it after he became the first and only man to be let inside her body like that, but it was delivered with all seriousness, as if he meant it. actually meant it. annie could have killed him for that, but something stopped her. she couldn't even punch him, so it turned into a slap. fantastic. what the hell was wrong with her? and now, not one week later she was missing his comments? she had lost her mind. and coming here to buy his toothpaste, it was like torturing herself. why was she doing it? she should forget him, right? but she couldn't even control her hand, and it refused to put down the toothpaste, gripping it instead in an iron grip for a moment, before relaxing it's grip again. why could she not just let him go? he didn't mean anything to her, most definitely and certainly not. no.
annie actually jumped when someone started addressing her loudly. she was even hearing it in trevor's voice, this was getting absolutely ridiculous. and what was she thinking about? she was thinking just how good it sounded, and how it sounded amazing to her, which was the crazy thing, because she hated him right now. wait, that wasn't right, she always hated him. better. annie heaved a loud sigh and turned to see the source of the noise, as they were just getting to the end of the sentence. she knew it wouldn't be trevor, even if she did actually want it to be, so she was preparing herself for her twisted disappointment. it was twisted because she shouldn't be disappointed. she should have never wanted to see him again. but she did. and that was twisted. annie turned her body toward him, her open and untied dressing gown showing off her penguin pyjamas, and she started her eyes at his feet. wait. what? were they...no. she kept her eyes travelling up, and her heart sped up, actually sped up a little when she saw the t-shirt. how many people had a shirt like that? it just screamed...no. her eyes raked in the rest of this stranger, knowing that any minute the disappointment would seep through, and she'd sigh again. but it didn't come, because it wasn't a stranger standing in front of her, it was actually him. the one she'd been wanting, and never wanting, to see again! an amused smile crept to her face, even if she couldn't help it. "yes?"
[/color] she asked, in response to both his little statements. he was going to what? not that she needed to ask. she knew it would be 'you'. annie sucked in a breath as her eyes scanned his familiar face again. he was looking hot, of course, and she hated that, because it made the idea of walking away all that more difficult. she couldn't do it, and in fact stayed rooted to the spot, a cute frown on her face. him biting his lip drew her attention to them again, but she forced her eyes to more away again. did he have a lolipop in his hand? the familiar scent of cherry filled her nose as she sucked in that breath, and she knew at once the flavour. that flavour that was associated for her, with her cherry lip balm. was it the same for him? was that really the reason? did it matter if it was? she heard his words and couldn't help but smile again. what was she doing, he'd insulted her! "yeah, uh, thanks. i missed your apology. oh, wait, there wasn't one"[/color] annie replied back, rolling her eyes, but there it was, audible, the playfulness that she'd put behind all her insults that had been directed at him, just to let him know she didn't mean it. but she wanted him to say sorry, she wanted those two words spoken aloud. because then maybe if he said them she wouldn't have to resist the urge that she was fighting at the moment, because she wanted to fling her arms around his neck and have him wrap his arms around her, and make her feel safe. but until he apologised, or at least tried to express that he didn't mean it, then she wasn't going to do it. no. she knew he'd said it was a joke, but the insults that came after that one didn't sound like a joke either, did they? they had hurt just as much, although that first one really had been the last straw for her. had he honestly missed her though? that heated her. kind of.[/justify][/size][/blockquote] - - - - - - - - - - TAGGED trevor schumacher!STATUS done!LYRICS love the way you lie - eminem and rhianna!NOTE lolworthy. talk about caught red handed! could you have picked two hotter pictures there? love the shirt, the reply was awesome, as always xD!COUNT 1205. well that was a leap!WEARING [url=http://www.polyvore.com/annie_pjs/set?id=14539044 ]right here[/url] ![/color] CREDIT emma!?
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Post by trevor anthony schumacher on Jun 29, 2010 13:28:56 GMT
Trevor's week probably hadn't been as bad as that since, like, ever. He hadn't even felt like pranking anyone. Nope, the only thing he had done, besides lie around lazily, moaning like someone with a hangover, was ticking people off. That didn't require pranking, because pranking was actually fun, and a hobby of his. No, he would just go up to someone in the corridors and insult them, or something along those lines. The other day, a first year had dropped her books in the corridors. So, he decided to kick them down the corridor and continue walking, not bothering to help pick them up. This wasn't normal for him. As much as he joked about picking on the younger students, he didn't, and actually was nice to them. He did have a soft spot for kids, even though he always joked that he hated them. Oh, then he had been kicked in a certain spot by some sixth year girl who he had insulted instead of trying to hit on. Yep, things were getting weird. He had to be sick, though. It couldn't possibly have anything to do with Annie. Neither did this lollipop. He just liked the flavor.. which also had nothing to do with Annie, right? Oh, who was he kidding? Obviously he was sickeningly obsessed with the taste of her lips, which was a sad occurrence.
It was all Annie's fault, though. Everything was her fault. First she was too comfortable with him, causing him to be comfortable with her, so he decided to say something to stop all of that. Then, she overreacted to one little sentence, she even smacked him! So he got livid, and threw some insults and words that he didn't mean. That was all her fault, because she caused it! He shouldn't have to apologize for something like that, right? Because it was her fault. She should have apologized to herself. Then why had he actually been reciting an apology in his head for the past week? It was the truth. He never did these things, but here he was, trying to make his apology sound perfect, yet not so obvious that he was practically reading from some script in his head. If he didn't expect to see her again, ever, then why was he getting an apology ready? Well, there was always that little chance, right? It was her fault, though, he shouldn't have to apologize! To him, apologizing always showed some sort of weakness. It was admitting that you had done something wrong, and you hadn't meant to do it. He never liked to admit that he had done something wrong, and especially that he hadn't meant to do it. Usually he did mean to say something or do something that people asked an apology for. That was exactly what Trevor had done to Annie, though. He had said something that he hadn't meant. Worst of all, he had actually hurt her, and she even asked for an apology. Of course, her asking for an apology made him not want to give her one, because he felt like he should have apologized on his own, and not have to be told to. Did that make any sense? He was a very confusing individual.
So, there she was, standing in front of him, looking as good as she usually did, even after being dressed like she was. That may have made her look even better, if that was possible. He had missed her face, but he was never planning on saying that out loud. Was it always that he let things slip when he was around her, things he'd have rather kept to himself? It sure seemed that way. Maybe she had this weird effect on him. Oh, no, that wasn't good at all. Everyone was the same to him, just people. She was no different than all the other girls he had screwed, right? Sure. Except that he was actually considering apologizing. He didn't feel like anyone really could ever managed to deserve an apology from him. He reached out his free hand slowly to grab his own container of his favorite toothpaste, "It's.. not the last one, so it's all.. cool," he began slowly. Wait, was that a smile? Well, maybe not a completely true smile, that he had seen before, but her smile always seemed to manage to make him smile lately, "I like your taste," he stated. My god, what? "In toothpaste," he added quickly with an awkward, forced laugh as he popped the lollipop back in his mouth soon after. He really needed tape to cover his mouth. Why did he feel so weird around her? She didn't seem like she was about to kill him or anything. Maybe she had forgotten about everything. Even if she had, Trev realized that he still felt the need to apologize. Weird, really weird, especially if she didn't care for an apology anymore. Well, then it would be unexpected, and that was the way he was. Usually just not the nice unexpected type.
Of course she hadn't forgotten. What he had said obviously affected her more than most insults he would always joke with her about. He had sounded serious, though, he had remembered, but that was part of the joke. Of course, she hadn't realized that, though. Now, he felt like crap again, even if her tone hadn't been entirely serious. She still wanted an apology, he could tell. He slowly took the lollipop from his mouth. Here it goes, he was going to do it. He had been working up to this moment, though he thought it would never come. He could do this, he believed in himself. Ready? Three... two... one. No, no, he couldn't. Maybe later, some other time, or just never. No, he had to! She was standing there, looking all awesome.. The shocker was, he wasn't even doing this to get in her pants again. For the moment, he didn't care about that. He just didn't want her to be mad at him anymore. How weird and freaking messed up was that? He inhaled, preparing himself. Wait, was that her that smelled so good? Oh, he liked that, with a hint of her shampoo. He was going to sleep with a bottle of that shampoo one day. Maybe he could get a bottle while he was here. Back to the point of why she was holding his toothpaste...? Oh, who cares, it was apology time. Wait, were there people watching? He couldn't do it if people he knew were watching. They'd laugh at him, and he'd look like some weak little vulnerable kid. He slowly glanced around him. Unless they were hiding behind the other shelves, he saw no one. Ready? Three.. two.. "I'msorryaboutthethingsisaidbecauselikeallofitbecauseididn'tmeanitandi'msorryandstuff," that was probably the quickest sentence he had ever recited. Ever. And all his words were slurred together. And it wasn't as good as he wanted it to be, either. He paused to catch his breath, then stuck the lollipop back in his mouth to watch her with his wide eyes, waiting for her reaction.
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Post by annie louise carter on Jun 29, 2010 14:43:28 GMT
Just Gonna Stand There And ( watch me burn. well that's alright because )I Like The Way It hurts- - - - - - - - - - annie didn't think it was possible for her week to get any worse, but here he was, facing her, watching her, seeing her, with his toothpaste in her hands. of course it wasn't his toothpaste. it wasn't like he owned it, or it had his name on it or something. he certainly didn't make it either, but to tell the truth, it was his toothpaste in the sense that when she thought of it, she thought of him, and that was why it would always be his. no matter who else used it, there was only one person that she'd know who used it, one person who she thought of straight away, and that was trevor. that's actually why she wanted this toothpaste, because then she could use that instead, to satisfy the craving for the taste, even though she knew it wasn't the taste she was craving, but the person that it reminded her of. him. and it kind of freaked her out, that she was craving his lips, and his skilled tongue, and the fact that they would bring with them the flavour. you see that was what she wanted. she wanted the flavour of the toothpaste delivered into her mouth with the opening of his lips, and the dominant darting of his tongue. that was what she was craving, and that was why her damned week had gone so slow, because he wasn't there. and she knew it was pathetic and stupid, but she couldn't control it. believe me, if she could, she would have. annie carter hated being dependent on someone in any way, and she certainly hated being dependent on trevor schumacher, but this was what she was feeling, and it was freaking her out. it was like he was always at the back of her mind, ever since that stupid kiss in the amazing sweetshop. and look where that had led. did she regret it? hells no.
it was all his fault though, that her feelings had gone all odd. if he'd not moved in to kiss her that day, or if he'd not wandered in and chosen to come over and annoy her, she'd still be a virgin and she wouldn't have her thoughts about him festering in her mind, and keeping a near permanent residence there. it was evil. bad. but she still couldn't help but hate the idea of not having sex with him. was that odd? yes, it was odd. of course it was odd. but it had been amazing. and spectacular, and fantastic, and she was going to stop this. yes. listing the things that the deed was in her head was not an appropriate way to stop herself from thinking about him, or it. or him doing it. or anything. yeah. great. and seeing as it was his fault, all she needed was an apology from him. a sincere, amazing apology, and she'd be happy to ask him over again. maybe. so they could repeat the fantastical amazing and awesome thing. maybe. some time far far far in the future. wait, would he be going home soon? he lived in america, right? so she wouldn't see him again? she didn't like that idea. was that bad? yes it was. it was trevor schumacher and she hated him, so why did the prospect of never seeing him again make her mad? or even worse, upset? why was she upset? don't be so stupid. she wasn't upset. of course she wasn't. that was a silly thing to think. annie carter was most certainly not upset about the idea of never seeing him again.
how did he always manage to look so good? her tongue darted from between her slightly parted lips and ran over them, before taking the bottom lip into her mouth and nibbling on it. she wanted to remember how it felt, his kiss. and that creeped her out too. was he thinking the same thing? or did he really not care? why did she care whether he cared or not? she didn't. of course she didn't. but she did. if that made sense, because annie hated feeling rejected, and that was the feeling that had encapsulated her, and entered every thought that she had, causing her to ask why. why had he done that? why had he said that? was there something wrong with her? did she really give off the impression of a whore? really? why? what did she do to make people think that? all these questions had given her several headaches. and a detention, because she'd ignored a teacher whilst spaced out. “yeah, great. because it's not like i would have given you this one if it was or anything"
[/color] annie replied, lying through her teeth. she would have, because it wasn't the toothpaste she wanted, it was him. and him without that toothpaste was wrong. yes. very very wrong. and she'd even go so far as to give up that tube for him. she was going crazy. she laughed after he finished that sentence. "well it is an amazing flavour. not that, you know, i was buying it for any other reason or anything, yeah"[/color] annie finished lamely. he for sure knew she was now. she raised her eyebrows kind of expectantly, wondering if she'd hear the apology that she wanted so badly. but why did she want it? she'd been given a decent reason to hate him, and she'd have gladly thrown that reason back, and erased that comment from her memory. why? what was with her today? it wasn't like he was going to say sorry, was it? he didn't do apologies. just like he didn't do relationships and love. why was she thinking about his relationship ethics? why did she know what he did and did not do? what was she, his personal assistant? no. she needed to get him out of her life. but his hair was all cute, and he looked hot standing there in his pyjamas, and her slippers that were now his, and those glasses, even if they weren't as hot as hers which had once been his. that was another thing, she'd practically not been able to remove those glasses from her head. as if they were glued to her head or something. aside from sleeping and lessons of course, because she'd end up with detention for that. that would suck. she'd wear the glasses to detention too. that would be interesting. and then there it was. all in one sentence, full of garbled words, but she could understand it. her lips pulled into a grin, she couldn't help it. "ahh, there, yeah, i did miss that. thank you. apology accepted."[/color] she said with a smile, biting her lip. what next? it wasn't like she could just, like, run up to him and fling her arms around his neck, it would probably freak him out, even if that was what she wanted to do. "you, uh, you left your shoes in my apartment, after.."[/color] she let that sentence trail off, not able to say 'we had sex.' it still sounded odd.[/justify][/size][/blockquote] - - - - - - - - - - TAGGED trevor schumacher!STATUS done!LYRICS love the way you lie - eminem and rhianna!NOTE lolworthy. talk about caught red handed! Loved it as always <3 mine isn't as long for some reason, i hope it's okay!COUNT 1186!WEARING [url=http://www.polyvore.com/annie_pjs/set?id=14539044 ]right here[/url] ![/color] CREDIT emma!?
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Post by trevor anthony schumacher on Jun 29, 2010 16:27:32 GMT
Was he going to have to start have meeting with some sort of counselor? A therapist? Because this wasn't Trevor-like. He didn't like when he wasn't himself, when he was doing things and saying things out of the norm. Soon enough he would be back home, far, far away from Annie so he wouldn't have to see her or anything like that. Back home, where he belonged, snuggling with his ferret instead of snuggling with Annie. If he was confident enough in his magical abilities, he would have tried to erase his memory of anything Annie-related. He was just going to have to forget about her the hard way, though. He'd never again eat anything that tasted like cherry. He would avoid all contact with her ocean breeze smelling shampoo. When he saw someone with loud, red hair, he'd flip them off. You know, the usual stuff. He was going to go home and stay there, and not come back, even though he was still thinking about getting an apartment near Annie's. That would be nice, he would be able to see her everyday, and if they were on good terms, he could talk to her everyday, argue with her.. but no, it was better if he just left now and didn't come back. No point in making this harder than it had to be. When he went back home to hang with his muggle friends, he'd go back to being his normal self again, trying to screw anything that moved.
Stupid Annie, why did he even have to run into her at Honeydukes? The first meeting in the girls' bathroom was enough, why did she have to appear somewhere else? Everything was her fault. If she hadn't been such a tease, he wouldn't have kissed her in the first place! That's where this all truly started. Ugh, why did she have to mess with his mind so much? It wasn't cool at all. He had so many other things he could be thinking about than Carter, but no, she just always had to be in his head. Of course, he was stupid enough to actually feel like he missed her during that Annie-free week. What did he miss about her, exactly? Gosh, so much, it was pathetic. He was pathetic. Seriously, he hated this. He hated Annie for causing this. He had so many mixed emotions and feelings and all that crud that he couldn't even think straight! He couldn't even think of the right words to express his feeling and it was bugging him. It was like he needed someone to talk to, to be able to just get it all out, instead of bottling it all inside. Maybe that really was what he needed. He'd rather not pay for some sort of counselor, though, since he'd rather just have a really good friend to explain everything too. He wasn't really good with trust, so to trust someone enough to tell them everything was a pretty big move for him, and something he didn't think would ever happen.
Did she just lick her lips? Oh, god. Why did she have to be so irresistible? Gah, he hated using that word. Actually, he hated using a lot of the words he had used to describe Annie, "Oh, really? Why is that? I mean, I really don't think this is your usual toothpaste," he began, hints of a smirk beginning to form, the first one in days, "This is my toothpaste. Why would you wanna purchase my toothpaste? To bug me?" he asked with a raised brow. He wouldn't put it past her, since they would always be going out of their way to bug each other and throw usually harmless insults that they really never meant, "Oh.. I see now," he began, his smirk growing larger. Did he really have nearly the same affect on Annie that she had on him? Oh winner winner chicken dinner! "I guess I don't blame you for wanting to taste my mouth wherever you go. That is why I have this lollipop, obviously," he admitted, holding up the cherry lollipop. He was surprised that he had actually gone straight out and admitted his little obsession with the flavor, and how it was tied to her, "That toothpaste is amazing, though, you should try it," he added with a small shrug, "Which aisles are the shampoos in?" he asked suddenly, glancing down the aisle he was in. Usually bathroom things all went near the same area, but they were probably an aisle or two over. It wasn't really too big of a store, but he was sure they had to have what he was looking for.
Trev had finally spoken his apology. Sure, it wasn't how he had planned it out, but it was something, right? It felt like an enormously large weight was just lifted from his shoulders. Wow, he really did feel so much better! Why couldn't he have done that earlier? Maybe shown up to her apartment with flowers and chocolate Ben and Jerry's icecream to apologize? My god, he did not just think that. Horrible! Disgusting! Ugh, whatever, at least he felt a ton better, now. He grinned in return, "Well, that's good, because that was.. really hard. Like, geometry hard," he explained, randomly licking his lollipop. He was glad he didn't have to go through that again. It was literally painful. As long as he watched himself from now on, he wouldn't have to ever do that again. At least not for Annie, which was good. Her smile made a smile appear on his own face. It was like her smile was contagious! He had this sudden urge to kiss her, then. He needed to get himself under control, or he really was going to be miserable when he went back to America, "Oh, yeah, those are some cool shoes, too," he began, shifting his weight from foot to foot, "I hope you didn't burn them or something," he joked lamely, though he wouldn't have put it past her. Those were his only pair, though, and he really liked those particular shoes. He ran his tongue over his lips, tasting the cherry from the lollipop and instantly thinking of Annie's lips. Great, could he maybe stop thinking about some part of her for five freaking second? "So.. how about that weather..?"
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Post by annie louise carter on Jun 29, 2010 17:24:00 GMT
Just Gonna Stand There And ( watch me burn. well that's alright because )I Like The Way It hurts- - - - - - - - - - annie was going to have to like move or something. get a nice place somewhere else, sell up her apartment and try and find somewhere else to live. move all her stuff out, find a new shop, get away from him. because he was driving her crazy. she didn't know why but she didn't like it. she'd hardly been able to get five minutes where he wasn't in her head. she didn't like the lack of control either. that was the worst thing. she hated not being in control. she liked knowing what was happening and, like, controlling herself and her emotions and her thoughts and stuff. because that was how she was. she was in control. but then here he was, a hot mess, and she couldn't control him, or what she was thinking about him and that scared her. that was why she needed to get away. she could go to wales, she heard it was pretty there, most of the time. but a part of her didn't want to leave. why? because this was her home. yeah, that was the reason. sure it was. of course. what other reason would she have for wanting to stay here? she didn't have any. yeah, it was her home. why should she go? she shouldn't. she wasn't. it wasn't like she could anyway, at least for another year, unless she dropped out now. she'd done her exams. she could go now. but her mom might like, freak out and ask her why she didn't stay on. that would be bad. besides, she wasn't ready to leave yet. like, hogwarts or the people she had around her. there was izabella and jayson, who were pretty amazing, and trevor. not so good that she was thinking that.
why did he have to be able to screw with her head like this? there he was, looking all spectacular, and she could practically imagine the taste of his toothpaste taking over again. it was killing her. she just wanted to kiss him, and feeling that wasn't right at all. was it? it was trevor. he was a good kisser though. and he was hot. and he knew what to do to make her feel amazing. yeah, that was why. it had nothing to do with her honestly and truly liking him. did it? no. what was she on about? was she seriously considering the possibility that she could like trevor schumacher? ew. no. definitely not. they hated each other. of course they did. so why did she miss him? why did she miss his laugh, his smile, or even his eyes? why did she hear a sentence, and then laugh and follow it perfectly with 'that's what she said.' before thinking of trevor? it reminded her of him, of course, but why? why did everything remind her of him? stupid, stupid, stupid. she needed to stop thinking that now. he did have a nice personality though. maybe she didn't like him as in like him like him. no, of course she didn't. if she liked him at all it was because she liked his personality. yeah, that was it. she needed to see a councillor or something for thinking so hard on this. it was evil. he'd like, taken over her mind and everything. it was weirding her out.
how could he stand there looking so absolutely hot? his hair was hot, his clothes looked hot on him, and his face was hot. it was torture, just to stand there and not kiss him. she was torturing herself. it was evil. why? because she had to let herself know that she could do it. but she didn't know if she could! that was probably why she had to prove it to herself. but could she do it? why was she doubting her iron will? of course she could. maybe. possibly. but he was so hot. damn him. damn her for thinking like this! damn her for finding him so attractive! even his voice was hot. that was odd. it kind of sounded manlier than before. why? that was weird. now she was imagining things, obviously. "yeah well i was going for a change and this one just looked awesome, because anything with 'fresh' in the name is spectacular"
[/color] annie said with a smile, remembering their conversation that had been going through her head for the past week. yes, that was sad. yes, she knew it was sad, and yes, she couldn't help it. that was also torture. yes, because she could hear his voice, over and over and it was evil. like a record player, making sure he was there in her head. it nearly damned killed her. not that she'd admit that. "maybe to bug you"[/color] annie answered quietly. lies. he got it spot on then. and actually admitted that the reason he wanted the cherry pops was because they kind of reminded him of how she tasted. "really? i mean that could be the reason i'm buying the toothpaste. not like i'm craving it or anything"[/color] annie mumbled on, wishing she'd shut up. why did she say that? "i am trying it. that's why i'm buying it."[/color] annie said with a roll of her eyes, but she smiled again. why? "i don't know. they've moved crap around and stuff in here"[/color] annie finished, not liking the new layout. although the apology was kind of un-orthadox, it was an apology none the less, and it was honest, she could tell that at least. yeah, that was pretty much all she'd wanted. those two words. at least she felt less bad now, about wanting to kiss him again. not that she wanted to or anything. although that was a kind of contradicting thought. she needed to get ice cream too. that was it, she wanted ben and jerry's. "and we all know how hard geometry is for you"[/color] annie said, poking her tongue out and laughing. she was back to acting like she was in the apartment, before it had all gone on. she grinned even bigger when he grinned back. ew. that was weird. why was that? weirdo. "damn, they may have slipped into the way of a spell by mistake. they're a little burnt. nothing drastic"[/color] she joked, still smiling to let him know she was kidding. he would probably freak if she wasn't. they were too nice to burn. annie's eyes dragged down to his lips as he ran his own tongue over them, and she could imagine the toothpaste again. this was killing her. but at the same time, she didn't want to go. "yeah, it's crappy. it freezes me"[/color] annie said with a shrug. "you can come back if you want, later or something. to like, uh, pick up your shoes."[/color] annie finished lamely, not wanting to give him ideas. even if she didn't mind them. Wait. Yes she did. Of course she did. She didn’t like those ideas at all. Not at all. Even if he was extremely good at that. Not that she’d tell him that either. And not that she was thinking about that because she wasn’t. she was actually just concentrating on his lips. Not that she’d let him know that consciously either. [/justify][/size][/blockquote] - - - - - - - - - - TAGGED trevor schumacher!STATUS done!LYRICS love the way you lie - eminem and rhianna!NOTE lolworthy. glad it was okay (: this one was a little longer haha i can't believe i was like, 1000+ was kind of short. compared to the previous though it kind of was! i love yours! and those pictures are hot (:!COUNT 1208!WEARING [url=http://www.polyvore.com/annie_pjs/set?id=14539044 ]right here[/url] ![/color] CREDIT emma!?
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Post by trevor anthony schumacher on Jun 29, 2010 19:07:25 GMT
Trevor was a man, he could get through this on his own, right? Well, he should be able to. He hated the thought of relying on someone else to help him with his problems. He always had this thought that all girls were pretty much the same, but Annie had managed to prove him wrong big time. The feeling he would feel around her occasionally, when he felt like throwing up all over the place.. well, he was pretty sure that was nervousness, as much as he hated to admit it. Why should he be nervous around her, though? Well, she was awesome and could sometimes manage to be funnier than him, if that was possible by anyone. He was used to being the quick-witted one with all the snarky, funny, and immature comments, and could always manage to keep popping them out. When Annie could so easily come right back at him, with something even better, he had to stop and collect himself. He would get tongue-tied and freak out. He was supposed to be boss when it came to that sort of thing. Then, when he got his feet back underneath him, it practically turned into this weird competition, which is what sparks all the arguments. It was like they were competing with verbal blows, and it could get really fun and amusing. It was attractive to have a girl battle with him, like a war of the minds.
It was then that he realized that he probably wouldn't remain sane for that long without her. This last week had been long enough. There was no other girl he knew that was like her, that he was able to argue playfully with so well. It was fun, and he could easily see it becoming part of his daily routine. What if they were becoming too close, though? What if they lost those fun arguments? He didn't like the thought of that. Maybe he should just be careful what he did around her, not matter how delicious she looked. Even though he wanted to get in her pants again, he had to think of what would be the wiser choice. Weird, he was actually choosing something over sleeping with someone? Creepy and abnormal! There wasn't any problem in what they were doing, though, was there? No one could possibly get hurt, because they both knew each other, and what they were like. They both didn't believe in love, so that was good, he didn't have to fear her falling for him and then getting hurt or something weird like that. Of course, there was no way he could possibly fall for her, since that was basically impossible for him, right? Yeah, so there was no problem at all with what they were doing, right? They weren't in a relationship or anything, they were just messing around, so he could go screw some other girl tonight if he wanted to, like normal, and it wouldn't mess anything up, right? Yep, pretty much.
Trev would have loved for them both just to head back to her apartment right now and have a replay of last week. That would have been awesome. She couldn't possibly have chosen that after that comment, they'd never do it again, right? It was strange, because usually he did a girl once and moved on, but with her, he didn't mind doing her once or twice a week. Maybe even once a day. Or was that too much? Well, not for him! Trevor grinned, recognizing that line instantly. He had practically said exactly that once before. He was surprised she actually remembered, and cared to practically quote him, "Yes, so I've heard once before, from a very wise man," he chuckled. Good, things seemed to be going back to normal. Or, as normal as it could get with Annie. That felt better, and not so awkward and stressful, "You could be doing it to both bug me, and you have a craving for the taste of my mouth," he smirked, raising his eyebrows, "I have plenty of these," he added, holding up his lollipop again, "And they're all cherry, because I crave that flavor now," he admitted easily. Why was he just going out and saying it like that? Weren't these things he wanted to keep to himself? Sheesh, whatever, he was just a motor mouth, "Hm, that's too bad, I wanted to find the kind you use. I like that smell," he added with a shrug and a smirk. There he went again. He wasn't even being sarcastic, either, "Oh, but not just for that. I also need to get some of my own. Did you know they don't just have Axe as body spray? Yeah, it's actually a shampoo and body wash. Makes me smell all manly."
"Yeah, geometry was really hard, actually. I hated proofs," he admitted with a shudder. He really hated math altogether, but he was actually fairly good at it. How weird was that, hating something you were good at? Usually it was the other way around. You loved something you sucked at.. Or loved something you were good at.. whatever. Geometry was probably the worst, though, because after that, it got a hell of a lot easier. He let out a horrified mock gasp, knowing by her tone and smile that she was kidding, "You would totally have to have paid for another pair, I hope you know," he replied, "And I don't even know where to buy them! eBay, maybe," he shrugged. He had gotten them as a gift, so he really didn't know what store they were bought at, "That's too bad, I'm actually liking it," he shrugged with a small laugh, popping the lollipop in his mouth as he inspected the container of toothpaste he held. Ooo, he could taste that tootsie roll center, now, he was down to the last bit and chewing away. Oh, goody. Chewy and chocolate flavored. He grinned at her next words. Had she practically just invited him back into her house? Sweet, he wasn't banned! He took the stick out of his mouth, that was now empty of a lollipop, since he had just finished it off, and glanced around quickly for a trashcan. Where would they have trashcans around here? Ugh, they didn't. He shrugged to himself, then threw the stick hard over his shoulder, sending it flying across the store. Not his problem now, "Yeah, your house is a nice place," he continued as if nothing was wrong with chucking that lollipop stick across the shop, "I like your house.." he continued with a small smirk, his eyes sparkling mischievously as he took a step closer to Annie. Yeah, that was more like it.
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Post by annie louise carter on Jun 29, 2010 20:45:28 GMT
Just Gonna Stand There And ( watch me burn. well that's alright because )I Like The Way It hurts- - - - - - - - - - annie liked arguing with trevor. it was amusing and fun. it also helped her get back on her feet with sarcastic comments that she wouldn't hesitate to use again because they were just that good. yes, they were good, and he could kind of keep up with her, which meant more comments that she could just pluck out of nowhere. so the more she argued back, the more she got to come up with epic comebacks that owned both him, and anyone else that she used them on. she'd not been able to find anyone else that could keep up with her insults like he could, and although that was kind of creepy, he also deserved kudos for it. it was kind of a feat. yeah, she wanted to give trevor kudos. it wasn't the only thing that she wanted to give trevor apparently, but she wasn't about to kiss him. not yet at least. she wanted to prove a point to herself. that she could last without him. because that stupid week had to have been dragging for another reason, right? no. yes. maybe. what? of course there was another reason. there had to be another reason. right? because she'd never be stupid enough to let herself fall for trevor schumacher. that was her one rule for hanging out with him. never let him charm her. it was what she'd lived by. she'd never let him really get to her. but hadn't he already? hadn't she struggled to go one week without him? and what would she do if he went back to america? she'd be screwed.
how was she going to stay sane if he was out of the country? it wasn't like she could apparate over there is it? and if she did, what would she say? 'hey, yeah i know i live in hogsmeade, but i was in the neighbourhood. in america somewhere, and i figured i'd pop round!' it wasn't like it was something she could make an excuse of saying, was it? and it wasn't even like her parents often took her to america, so she couldn't just turn up then either. why didn't they have some sort of way to let her fly whenever she wanted? wait. why did she want to fly over and see him? oh, that's right, because she couldn't go a week without seeing him, and her days kind of dragged when she didn't have him to annoy. how odd was that? not even jayson could make her days fly by, and that was odd because he was always random enough to keep up with her hyper moods. although she'd kind of lost them that last week. that had been odd. maybe he was worrying about her. whoops. yeah. she wasn't falling for him but she was planning on making trips into america to see him. that's about right. anyway, yeah, so she could manage it, couldn't she? just not falling for him. of course she could. so it was about time to start back up majorly on those insults. "what's up with your hair, imitating the living dead or something?"
[/color] annie asked, in her usual, joking tone, just to let him know that she was trying to get things back on track for them. they had a track? going where? round in a circle, of course! right? so they would just be friends with benefits. right? that sounded like a plan, because honestly, she didn't know if she could resist a chance at sleeping with him again, at least once. a week ago, she could have, three days ago, not so much, today. probably not. not that she'd let him know that because then he'd practically jump her. and she would make him work for it. if only slightly again. and she didn't mean work as in, like pancakes, he'd just couldn't expect to jump into bed with her by saying a few words, and he couldn't expect to leave before she woke up in the morning either. that rule still applied. if she had sex with him, he stayed through the night, so that she didn't feel used. because she didn't like that feeling, it was pathetic and awful, and she'd kind of gotten it after he left, even though he did stay the night, but that was because of the comments that he'd said, and she knew that was a definate thing. she was also going to have to set some sort of rules too, as she wanted a little bit of control. annie liked control, she liked the feeling of knowing where everything was heading, and although she didn't really know that with trevor, and this was odd, but that thought kind of excited her. and that was part of the attraction with him. not that they'd be able to keep it up for long if he went back to his home. that would suck. what? nevermind. "he wasn't that wise, he could screw things up hugemungously sometimes."[/color] she said with a raised eyebrow, but she smiled to let him know that there were no hard feelings. he'd apologised, that was what she'd wanted. "i wasn't doing it to bug you, i missed the flavour"[/color] annie answered honestly, metting his eyes as she spoke, a small tinge colouring her cheeks. why was she admitting this to him? oh, right, because he was admitting something similar to her. "you crave that flavour?"[/color] she asked him, wondering how it was that they both craved the flavour of the other's mouth. it wasn't like that was torture at all. that was sarcasm, by the way. it kind of was like torture, reminding her of what wasn't there. him. god, why was she so obsessed? of course she wasn't obsessed, what kind of person would she be if she was obsessed with him? stupid, that's what. of course. no i didn't. and it does make you smell manly"[/color] she answered, remembering the smell of axe that had been left behind on her sheets. it was too good. she'd regretted washing them, but they were, like, sweaty and stuff. it was disgusting. she had to wash them. "yeah i hated it too. it's evil. stupid fractions and crap"[/color] annie said, adding a shudder. ew. she hated math, it was worse than history of magic. and if that didn't drag usually, it had that last week. "like hell. finders, arsonists"[/color] annie joked, smirking. she didn't do anything to them. she actually made sure they were safe because they were his. how bad was that? "meh, i don't know. i prefer winter i guess"[/color] she said with a shrug. she loved the snow. it was pretty. "yeah, i like it. it suits me i think. i like my house too. i'm glad you like it. oddly enough"[/color] she said with a laugh, noting that he'd stepped closer to her, her eyes locked with his blue ones, and she just wanted to kiss him all the more. [/justify][/size][/blockquote] - - - - - - - - - - TAGGED trevor schumacher!STATUS done!LYRICS love the way you lie - eminem and rhianna!NOTE I'm glad you like them! i love posting with you <3 haha (:!COUNT 1164!WEARING [url=http://www.polyvore.com/annie_pjs/set?id=14539044 ]right here[/url] ![/color] CREDIT emma!?
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Post by trevor anthony schumacher on Jun 29, 2010 23:44:38 GMT
What if he became so obsessed that he really did start stalking her!? What if he got all clingy and possessive? Not good! That was so unTrevor. The thought alone just scared him, and it was bad enough he actually considered showing up at the door of her apartment earlier. Okay, just deep breaths. He could get through this, he was a man. Maybe he just needed someone else to go tap. Yeah, that was it. He needed someone on the side. If he got too carried away with Annie, if that was even possible, he was frightened of the consequences. There had to be some other people worth screwing around here that he hadn't already screwed, and that would be willing to screw him. That sentence made sense, right? Whatever, there was no way he could just stick to one girl, anyway. That's why he never had girlfriends, besides his fear of falling in love. How could anyone just stick with one person for so long? Seriously? How boring could it get? Though, so far, whatever they had going wasn't boring at all. It was like an adventure everyday. And he liked adventures. Getting in her pants was an entire adventure. Then his mess up and having to fix it was an adventure. More adventures to come!
As long as things went back to normal, it should be fine. You know, the usual playful insults and what not. Maybe screwing her every once in a while, you know, smack that. What? No? Yes. Yep, normal was good. Normal was what he wanted. It was what he craved. It was what he needed. It was wh- okay, you get the point. He had to just be careful with his choice of words. From now on he couldn't use words that had to do, or were, whore, slut, skank, hoe, prostitute, slag, etc. Yeah, that shouldn't be too hard, right? "Jealous of my hair, huh? It's funny how my hair is the first thing you seemed to insult," he joked, recognizing her own joking manner, "Because your hair.. well, there are so many things I could tell you about that hot mess," he chuckled. He always hated on her hair, but she probably knew by now that he loved her hair. The color, the smell, the feel, just everything about it. It was so Annie-like. He liked it, it was something that separated her from other people. And when he lost her in a crowd, all he had to do was look at everyones heads! Things were going back to 'normal' now, at least.
He could imagine himself so easily being able to go back to Annie's that very day and just going at it like rabbits. Or bunnies. Cute and fuzzy bunnies. Like in his dreams. No, like the bunnies in his dreams, not the bunnies that were going at it in his dreams! Though he did have one dream where Annie and him were in bunny form and they- okay, yeah, his dreams were a little strange, "Well nobody's perfect," he began, nearly breaking out into Hannah Montana just by saying those simple words. Didn't you hate it when a few words sparked a song in your head? "And if someone has lived their entire life with a habit of messing up good things and always being an asshole, it's not something they can change overnight," he continued, having not even realized what he had just said. Weird.. that was just weird. Well, as long as she was smiling, it was all good, right? No hard feelings or anything? Good. It was all good. That whole apologizing ordeal was awkward for him, since it wasn't something he went through frequently. That would probably explain why he had so many enemies, too. When he was an asshole, he never really apologized for it. He felt Annie deserved one, though, as hard as it was for him. He had really screwed up a, somewhat good, thing. So had he fixed it?
"Well, at least you're honest," he responded with a genuine smile gracing his lips. Inside, he was pretty much having a party. His organs were dancing, he was so happy she had admitted something like that. Maybe him admitting defeat had helped her do it, as well. Yes, defeat, as in defeat to his denial and the taste of her mouth, "Yes, as much as I don't like that particular fact, I do have a craving for cherry as of recently," he shrugged, biting his lip slightly. Should he be ashamed of that fact? "Yeah, I like Axe. It's some good smelling stuff. I chose that over Old Spice or whatever that other crap is.. that's usually in the red bottle and has some sailboat as it's symbol. I dunno, it's been forever since I've used that," he shrugged, realizing he was rambling about stupid things. Why did he always do that? And most importantly, why did he always do that around Annie? Talk about humiliating! "I know. In the muggle world, I always use a calculator for fractions. I seriously don't know how to do them by hand," he laughed, "Same with squares and crap. You're supped to know the common squares in your head, but I don't," it was those, and cubes. people would say, what's three cubed? He would need a calculator for that! "I probably would've had to hold a funeral for those shoes," he muttered jokingly, "The only reason I like winter is for the snow. And cold is pretty.. cold. But summer you can wear shorts and stuff," he explained. He took a step even closer toward her, barely a foot away from her now, their eyes locked. Oh, well, this heated him, "Yeah, I like that you're glad that I like your house," he babbled, randomly reaching out a hand to grasp a lock of her fiery red hair. Oo, it was soft. This had to be creeping her out, he imagined.
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Post by annie louise carter on Jun 30, 2010 10:27:38 GMT
Just Gonna Stand There And ( watch me burn. well that's alright because )I Like The Way It hurts- - - - - - - - - - what if when he went to america it didn't go away? what if he was still constantly there in her thoughts? what if after he left, she'd miss him? and when she missed him, what if she started hearing his voice and seeing him in other people's faces and stuff? what if she ended up running around like a mad woman tapping anyone on the shoulder who looked like trevor from behind? what if she ended up in st mungo's for being crazy and harassing some poor passer by? what if she lost her mind over him? all these things scared annie, they truly did, and she kind of thought it would be best to obliviate him away from her memories, but she couldn't bear to do that because, why? because those memories were some of the best ones that she'd had in her time in the school. that was why? was that because he was there? or because of what they did? or because the pancakes tasted amazing? she couldn't tell, and these stupid questions were clouding up her mind and stealing her sanity, one by one. she needed to stop asking her questions, and the most important one she needed to stop asking herself was 'what if?' because if truth be told, annie had also spent the last week imagining what they could have been doing if he'd left normally, later in the day, without saying those things. she was sure that they would have probably done it again, and had more interesting times.
because, she had to face it, what meeting of theirs hadn't been interesting? the encounter in the girls bathroom, where it all started, that had been interesting. never had she known someone who could keep up with her insults like he had. or who could take them like he had either. she'd been in a bad mood that day as well, she couldn't remember why, homework or something. the point being that she had kind of been amused by him then, and she'd been impressed by his ability to handle whatever she could throw at him, including an elaborate lie about her being in love with two women, and some teasing, which he'd managed to resist. that had been great. and then the encounter in honeydukes, where yet again, more insults had come out from her pretty little mouth, and he'd taken them all, although he'd reacted even better to the slight teasing that time, because he'd kissed her, and it had been heated. and then the pancake date. wait, it wasn't a date, was it? no, he didn't date, it wasn't a date. that was pathetic that she was even thinking of it as a date. it would never be a date, and she would never date him because he didn't date. not that she wanted to date him or anything, because she didn't want to date him. well that hadn't made sense. at all. okay, it kind of did to her, but that was because her logic was twisted right now. wow, this was bad.
no, of course she wouldn't be obsessed and miss him like crazy, likeshehadtotallydoneinthelastweekwithouthim. wow, that was kind of obsessive. no, normal, she was going to go back to normal with him, with the insults and the fighting, and maybe she could have sex with him every once in a while. it wasn't like he'd expect her only to have sex with him anyway, she could do whoever she wanted. she could go and sleep with some random guy if she wanted, or elliott or kaleb, even though she knew she'd never sink that low. and it was the same for him, right? he could do whatever girl he wanted. so why did the idea of that anger her slightly. and was that jealousy? no, of course not. why would she be jealous? don't be silly. she just knew that he could probably do better than a few of the girls around hogwarts anyway. what? of course he couldn't because he was an asshole. yeah, that was right. and she wouldn't care anyway. of course she wouldn't. why would she? she wouldn't. yeah, that was some sort of circular reasoning probably but whatever. "one thing being of course, that it's hot. which you just said, so thanks. and another thing, it's amazing. and at least it doesn't look like birds are going to start nesting their eggs in it any time soon"
[/color] annie retorted with a smirk. she knew that she didn't hate his hair, and she knew that he didn't hate her hair either. she actually quite liked his hair. a lot. protection. she had to pick up more whilst she was here. just in case anything did happen. not that she was going to let it, but her mother always said that it was better to be safe than sorry, and the last thing that she wanted was to end up pregnant with trevor schumacher's baby. yeah, that would be bad, because annie had this thing where she hated the idea of abortion, unless it was necessary to save the life of the mother. then that was fine, but not otherwise. she could never do that. adoption maybe, but never abortion. and she wouldn't want to go through childbirth. and he'd probably run for the hills so that would be bad too. she'd have to do it on her own. that would kill her. her mother would be all dissapointed. but if she picked up protection with him in tow, he'd get all excited. she'd just brush it off as if maybe it wasn't for him. sounds like a plan. was that the truth? had he said something true to her again? wow, this was getting freaky. some freaky deaky crap. what the hell kind of words were they? weirdo. "is it something they can change at all?"[/color] she asked, still making use of the clearly hypothetical situation. she didn't know if she wanted him to change. she liked him as he was. but he couldn't treat her like shit again, because that would honestly be it. no matter how hard it was to go without him. there it was. that smile there, the one he just gave her, that was his honest smile. she could recognise it from a mile away, which made her even sadder. yeah, it was pretty sad. and she was surprised that she'd admitted that to him, but he'd done it to her so she was being honest for once. she doubted that she'd let it happen again. "huh, i wonder what could have caused that"[/color] annie said curiously, as if it was some big mystery. no, it wasn't, she knew exactly what had caused it, and she had caused it. her and her cherry lip balm. yeah, it was pretty fantastic to know that, and especially to know that she'd not been the only one so dramatically effected. "it smells all manly. it was on my sheets until i changed them, my pillow still smells kind of like....er, it."[/color] annie refrained from saying 'you' because that was creepy, but it did, as if some of the stupid axe had seeped through the sheets and into the pillow. she couldn't get rid of it. she didn't want to. "I know, calculators are a life saver. i hate math, it's like, hello, i'd rather suffer the cruciatus curse than sit through an hour of this"[/color] annie said with a roll of her eyes, her lips pulling into a smile at how random their topic was. she wouldn't have suffered that instead of math, but it wasn't like that would ever happen. "would i be invited, or would i be in jail?"[/color] she asked, breaking into a grin and a laugh. "I love the snow! snow angels and snow men and stuff, it's so fun! and snowball fights!"[/color] annie said with a laugh, remembering the last time it had snowed. another step closer caused annie to suck in a breath. there it was, the axe, filling her nostrils with it's manly scent. oh that was hot. her eyes slipped closed for a moment when he held her hair. before she knew it, she'd put the toothpaste down and was moving toward him, closing that gap and leaning her head on his shoulder, with her arms around his waist. she didn't say anything to him, hoping he wouldn't get to freaked out, but he made her feel safe, comfortable and warm. and although that wasn’t something that trevor schumacher should make her feel, annie was ignoring that fact, because she enjoyed the feel of someone holding her, it was nice, even if it was trevor. [/justify][/size][/blockquote] - - - - - - - - - - TAGGED trevor schumacher!STATUS done!LYRICS love the way you lie - eminem and rhianna!NOTE wow, mega muse again! i did that thing where by the end of my typing, i was surprised at how much i had. whoops! and yes they are! i love them together they're so lolworthy! the awkwardness is amazing! (:!COUNT 1451!WEARING [url=http://www.polyvore.com/annie_pjs/set?id=14539044 ]right here[/url] ![/color] CREDIT emma!?
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Post by trevor anthony schumacher on Jun 30, 2010 13:52:12 GMT
Maybe he should just stop worrying about all of this and just go with the flow. Maybe it wasn't all as bad as he made it sound, you know, because it wasn't like it would be too hard to forget her, right? Wait, that last week had proved that it would be, though. No, it was just because he had left her so upset, and had felt guilty, as weird as that sounded. Yeah, maybe if he left on good terms, it wouldn't be nearly as hard. Maybe he would just go for a little while, a month or so, and come back. He actually liked it here, and it wasn't just Annie that made him think about returning. I mean, it wasn't Annie at all. Yeah. When he came back, he might say hi or something. Along with other people.. not just her.. because he came back for everyone.. not just her. Wait, what if, while he was gone, she started macking on some other guy? Oh, that thought alone just p- Whoa, whoa, whoa, why the hell should he care? It stirred no emotion within him! It wasn't like they were, you know, whatever. Why should he care? She could do whoever she wanted.. and the same went for him. Though it was strange, since he had yet to hit on another girl since last week. It was probably just because he was all bummed out and just didn't have the patience. Yeah, that was it.
What if he looked at other girls and only saw Annie's face wherever he went? Ew, why would he even think that thought? That was so never going to happen! It hadn't happened yet, either, so where did he get the strange idea? Probably one of those crappy chick flicks he had watched in the past, where the person was so in love with the other person that- whoa, wait, okay, then it definitely wouldn't happen to him! No worries. He wouldn't hear her voice wherever he went, either. Or see her smile on the back of his eyelids every time he went to bed. Oh my gosh, he was sounding cheesy and stupid, and stating things that would obviously never happen. They'd never happened before, so this should be no different. Well, the seeing her smile on the back of her eyelids had.. There he was, thinking again. He told himself he was going to stop this constant chatter in his head! Thank god Annie couldn't hear his thoughts, then it would get even more awkward, "Well, I said a hot mess," he clarified, "So it may be hot, yes, but it's a mess," he joked, "I'm starting to believe your hair is stained with blood. You do battle sharks and stuff, and you're a ninja assassin, so I wouldn't be surprised," he laughed. If she ever dyed her hair, he knew he'd be pretty disappointed, "And what if I want birds to lay eggs in my hair? That actually sounds pretty cool," he admitted. It actually did, but then it would get all nasty up there. He wouldn't be able to wash it, either, because he didn't want to damage them.
Trevor had realized, over that week that he was moping, that he should have been pretty thankful to Annie. Though he moaned and groaned a lot about the entire fight they had, he didn't forget the awesome sex. He knew it probably wouldn't have happened if she hadn't had some extra protection on her. He was pretty lucky, and should have been thanking Annie for that, but he had also learned a lesson. He would now have at least one on him wherever he went. Because he could run into Annie anywhere. And, you know, other girls.. not just Annie.. because he wasn't just going to do Annie, no.. He needed a variety, you know? Yeah. He bit his lip slightly, surprised at himself for actually just babbling so much truthful crap. He actually had made it sound like he could change, that it wasn't entirely impossible for him to stop being an asshole and just screwing things up, "Well, I dunno, it's a pretty big habit," he began with a small shrug, "I mean, you know, like if people bit their nails, or smoked or something. You can't just stop suddenly, it takes time," he explained, "But I'm not a very patient person.." he added with a small chuckle, pretty sure that even Annie couldn't change him that much. The way he was separated him from other people. Even, say, Kaleb. Though they were similar in the sense of having once screwed everything with legs, and basically being an ass, he always had some things different that separated him from the rest of the so called 'players'. Not like he wanted to change, though, right? He had gotten used to who he was, and liked it.. right?
Trev grinned, shrugging, "Oh, I have no idea," he began, "Perhaps some fantastical girl with amazingly tasty lips," oh, good sweet heavens, somebody needed to grab him and pin him down! He sounded like a cheese ball, and was totally getting worse by the second. What the hell was wrong with him? He just needed to have his mouth sewn shut. Permanently, "That's good," he began, trying to collect himself from the previous weird comment, "I could always sneak into your house every day while you're out and roll around in your bed to spread around all that manly man smell," he grinned, the thought actually appealing to him. Oh course, he wouldn't mind if her scent was all over his own bed every night he went to bed. Yes, he needed to get her shampoo to rub it all over his sheets or something. It would get all sticky, though. Ugh, whatever, he'd find a way, "Well I would rather sit through math than history," he admitted. Learning any sort of history was painful. Seriously, they should just forget about the past and live in the now, right? "I guess you could be invited, but then you have to go to jail afterward," he joked with a chuckle, "A lot of people like the snow for those exact reasons," he replied, smiling humorously at her. She was so cute when she got all excited like that. Wait, cute, what? No. Never. He was fairly surprised when Annie had moved in to wrap her arms around his waist. A part of him actually expected her to yell at him, because she might have still been a bit angry. He was frozen for a moment before he placed his own toothpaste container on the shelf, and wrapped his arms around Annie, pulling her even closer to his body. Mmm, she smelled good. What was he supposed to say in a moment like this? He brought a hand up to gently stroke her hair. Weird, he really liked her hair more than he should have. He liked her more than he should have. Wait, no, he didn't like her. He hated her, remember? But he actually was enjoying this. Oh, weird. And bad.
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[/color] herez! CREDIT SAM !? EXCEPT FOR the lyrics thing cuz i didn't make that. didn't feel like making it lol so that's not mine it's someone elses. just to clarify. don't wanna take credit for that beast. LYRICS never too late - three days grace NOTES lmao yes i love it, the awkwardness is the best! mine isn't as long because i suck xD [/center][/size][/blockquote][/blockquote]
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Post by annie louise carter on Jun 30, 2010 15:37:37 GMT
Just Gonna Stand There And ( watch me burn. well that's alright because )I Like The Way It hurts- - - - - - - - - - why was she thinking about this so hard anyway? it wasn't like anything she could do or say would make him stay. and it wasn't like she wanted him to stay anyway, despite the idea of not being able to argue with him being a sad one. what was she thinking? nothing. that was what she was thinking. of course she was thinking nothing because there was no reason for her to be thinking anything about him. why did she add 'about him' there? there was no reason for her to be thinking about anything about him. why was it there again? couldn't she erase that thought? there was no reason for her to be thinking anything. yes! there. see, he wasn't infesting all her thoughts at all. of course not. she was shutting her mental mouth now. was that even possible? maybe she could ask him, he looked like he had mental vomit. no. wait, what? why would she ask him of all people? she could ask anyone. she could ask that random guy over there, the one who was staring at her because of her pyjamas no doubt. or that old lady over there who had a pack of toothbrushes in her hands. why was she concentrating on them so much? oh, right, because the alternative is trevor. and there it was, the rush of thoughts that came with his name. damn it. what was wrong with her? she felt like freaking screaming her head off, because she just couldn't get him out of her head. it was frustrating and confusing and annoying and she didn't like it. but at the same time....
so if he was going away to america soon, he'd be out of her life, right? so she may as well enjoy the time that she had with him, right? enjoy? was that the right word? he could come back and visit. what if when in america he got himself another girl, a permanent one, one that he could stand to be with more than once. what if she came back with him? what would she be expected to do? sit there and smile? no, of course not because if he came back why would he come back to see her? he wouldn't, would he? no, because he didn't care. and neither did she. why did it always come back down to that? and why did she care so much if he did get a girlfriend? not that he would because it's such an un-trevor like thing to do, but still, the idea of him with any other girl did kind of make her angry. why? why was she so mad at that? why did she want to tell the girl who didn't even exist to back off? it was possessive and odd, and it was over trevor. that was creepy. it wasn't like she'd have to know anyway. but she did want to know. how odd was that? no she didn't, because it would be torture. why? because she didn't care, that was why. wait, that made no sense? she was ignoring this whole thought process. yes, sounded like a plan. it wasn't like she'd have to see him anywhere she went, or it wasn't even as if when she went to bed she could remember the way he looked when he was lying in it. no, it wasn't like that at all. and that had never happened before. ever. of course she didn't lie there in the morning and wish that it was back on that day, and that he'd said something different. and of course she didn't imagine what it wouldn't have been like if he had said something else. "whatever, i don't acknowledge the word mess, therefore, it's just hot."
[/color] she said with a smile. that didn't make sense either, but she didn't care. "oh no! you learned my secret!"[/color] annie replied sarcastically, but couldn't help but laugh. "not cool. where would my hands fit?"[/color] she asked with a raised eyebrow, before bursting out laughing again. he shouldn't have said what he did though. in fact, he should have been thanking her for providing their back up protection so that they could have sex in the first place. so if it wasn't for her they wouldn't have hadd that amazing feelings that they had shared during said sex. yeah, so he should have said thank you or something. and then gave her a goodbye kiss. why did she want a goodbye kiss? because he was a good kisser of course. yeah, that was the reason. of course. because it wasn't like she actually cared and wanted him to give her a goodbye kiss because that would be like, admitting feelings that didn't exist...or whatever. yeah. odd. anyway, where was she? she couldn't even keep her train of thought. this was madness. "yeah, i used to bite my nails. that was a bitch to stop."[/color] she said with raised eyebrows. so was he saying that he was trying to change his sleeping habits? or was he just lying? "neither of us are patient."[/color] annie said with a shrug. she'd never been patient. ever. it was kind of sucky, but it was just how annie was. she doubted she could change him much either, but if she could do it for the better, then kudos to her. annie returned trevor's grin as he spoke about her. that was cheesy. really cheesy, but she liked it. that was sweet in an odd way. yeah, that was odd. she was calling it sweet and cheesy. nothing was sweet and cheesy that was creepy. those things didn't go well together. no, not well together at all. "yeah, maybe it was that. you mean, like some hot, red headed girl who's lips tasted like cherries?"[/color] annie asked, raising an eyebrow and laughing. she was so not describing herself. a part of her wanted to see if he agreed with the hot part though. that was weird. she laughed at the mental image of him rolling around on her bed, and she kind of wanted to say yes, seriously. she'd have to buy some axe and like, spray it all over her sheets so she could smell him when she went to sleep and she'd be all safe and warm and...ew. no, trevor didn't make her feel safe. never. maybe, kind of. yeah. but she shouldn't be wanting to spray his smell all over her sheets. and her superman hoody. that was kind of creepy. ew. "yeah, you do that, i'll leave the bathroom window open, that's the usual way you get in, right?"[/color] she asked, smirking again. he'd often joked about climbing into her flat when she wasn't there. that was odd. but it was kind of funny. "I don't know, they'd both kill me slowly"[/color] annie said with an exaggerated shudder. lolworthy. she hated them both. "aww well it's nice to know i can pay my respects to an awesome pair of shoes before i end up serving a life sentance in jail."[/color] she said in a sarcastic tone. that was lolworthy, and she could actually imagine it. "yeah, it's all nice and cold and stuff"[/color] she carried on, awkwardly. annie smiled when he wrapped his arms around her, and she nuzzled her head even more into his neck. that was odd. but it was nice. it was oddy nice. he smelled nice. all manly and like he had the night that they'd had sex. she made an odd little 'mmmm' sound when he started stroking her hair. she felt so...wanted like this. it was nice. this was weird. and bad. very bad. but good. but bad. [/justify][/size][/blockquote] - - - - - - - - - - TAGGED trevor schumacher!STATUS done!LYRICS love the way you lie - eminem and rhianna!NOTE lolworthy. there is no way on this earth possible that you suck. you're like, the queen of awesome. yeah. HAIL SAM!!COUNT 1281!WEARING [url=http://www.polyvore.com/annie_pjs/set?id=14539044 ]right here[/url] ![/color] CREDIT emma!?
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Post by trevor anthony schumacher on Jul 1, 2010 3:47:27 GMT
Trevor was obviously going to go back to America anyway, whether he was staying there for good or not. He was already close to making a final decision just be being near Annie again. Damn, she really did affect him. He needed to go home to check with his parents, and pack his things. He had already decided he was leaving his actual house, whether he was returning here, or just finding somewhere in his home country... well, he needed money, first. He had a strange desire to live in a wizarding environment, though. Okay, so maybe a couple weeks at home, then he could come back here? Find some job of some sort? He probably didn't even have enough money to get his own apartment, if he thought about it realistically. Crap, he was going to be a hobo! Or just stay in his parents house, work at Arby's, and cheat with magic when the other employees weren't looking. Ew, did he want to work at a fast food joint for the rest of his life? No. He also wanted to work with something in the wizarding world, but muggle related. Or something that had to do with muggles, in a wizarding community, since he was pretty good with everything to do with muggles. Yeah, okay, he'd come back here. Was that his final answer? Probably. He wasn't going to tell anyone, yet, though. Maybe wait until the last second to tell Annie. Not like she'd care that he was coming back or anything, right? Not like he was coming back because of her, either.. Well, really, she was the main reason he wanted to return, but he had to have other excuses ready, in case she happened to ask.
Yes, he needed his daily dose of Annie. She was almost like a drug to him. Addicting, awesome, and gave him a high, though he knew she was bad for him. He shouldn't be looking forward to seeing her, or arguing with her. That was bad. She was bad. She was awful! Everything about this was bad and awful.. but good and amazing. Ew, he sounded all cheesy again. he needed to stop using those certain words when describing stuff like this, especially his relationship with Annie. He didn't like the word relationship, either, though it could be referring to a friendly relationship or something. Still. he considered what him and Annie had, to be 'frenemies with benefits'. That sounded pretty close. Nothing too harmful there, "It could be cool if I could, like, tune out a word. Like mess, for example," he laughed, "I can imagine hearing my mother say, 'hey, Trevor, your room looks like a..' 'a what, mom?', 'a..' yeah, I wouldn't know what my room looks like," he babbled, pretty much just going with this random flow of conversation. Even if it made no sense and was stupid at times. At least he was still talking to her, which was cool. He rolled his eyes, though grinning as he recognized the familiar sarcasm. Not like he had missed that or anything, "I so knew it!" he exclaimed excitedly, acting like a kid who had just guessed the correct answer on some kid game show and won a tone of freaking money. You know how little kids like money! Of course, he was just messing around. Over-excitement was always cool, and something he did frequently. Like when he would jump around and stuff. But he didn't want to jump around in here, since that may cause some attention to be drawn toward them or something. He raised a brow, smirking, "Oh, you're right, I wouldn't want you to knock the eggs out of my hair or damage them with your fierce claws," he joked, though the thought of her hands in his hair heated him. It was just about as good as her mouth. At least she was laughing, which made him feel good, and made him want to laugh along.
Trev nodded, "Yes, see, habits suck," he explained with a small smile. Well, maybe he did want to change a little. He usually started to feel like crap when people pointed out his many faults, or told him a story about something he had done in the past. He had to have changed over the years, though, because he wasn't nearly as bad as before. He was such an asshole, and didn't really like it all too much. The older you got, the less that status meant. It made you more disliked than feared or admired. He didn't even come across as a badass as much as he used to. How was he supposed to start changing his ways, though? He didn't want to change completely, no, just a little. Nothing too drastic. Maybe there was a patch he could wear or a pill he could take, like for smokers. That thought alone made him almost start laughing again, but the whole 'sleeping with everything that moved' was getting a little sucky if he was going to be looked down upon because of it. It didn't make you look cool anymore. People actually started to avoid you because of your reputation. Talk about sucky, he had more haters than friends, "Yeah, that's why it'll never work. I don't have patience enough for anything like that," he explained with a small shrug, as if it didn't really matter all that much if he changed his ways or not. He didn't want Annie to actually know he wasn't comfortable with his own actions. What if she laughed at him or something? Why would she laugh at him? He had no idea, but it could happen. Anything was possible.
"Yeah, have you seen her before? You have her spot on! She's quite the sexy beast," he laughed along with Annie, though he wasn't kidding. Yeah, he thought she was a sexy beast, what's it to you? He could think whatever he wanted to think, even if he didn't want to think it, "She smells good, too, and has good fashion sense, obviously," he grinned his goofy grin yet again. Why was he saying all of this? Because he felt like it, "Yeah, how did you know? Did I not close it all the way the other night, or are my fingerprints smeared on the window?" he asked, raising a brow curiously, really enjoying this wacko conversation. It was just too funny, and he liked that. The best part was that she was a good sport and played along. Usually not many girls would be cool enough to play along with his weirdness, but she did it, probably because she was used to it by now, "Then you should probably just quit school so you don't have to go through it anymore," he chuckled, "And you won't be lonely, because you could come live with me in my mansion, nestled in the hills... of Canada," there were plenty of things messed up about that sentence. One, why would she want her to live with him? Two, he didn't live in a mansion. Three, he didn't live in Canada. Lastly, he didn't live in any sort of hills, either. He lived in the bustling city of Los Angeles, though there were hills around there, but it didn't count because it was a city. No fun in that, really, except that you heard sirens all the time, and it wasn't that surprising to find out someone got murdered in the house down the street. Ha, not really, he didn't live in a bad neighborhood, but still, it wasn't that amazing.
"Well if they were so awesome, you shouldn't have let them be murdered," he joked. They were so weird it was almost scary, but it could never get old, "Oh, really, it's cold? I had no idea," he replied sarcastically, though that joking expression of his was still written across his face. This was actually.. nice. She was warm, too. He felt as if he had to be careful when he held her, as if she was fragile and could snap like a twig with any sudden movements. Okay, now that was a weird thought. If anything, he had learned Annie wasn't fragile, she was tough. It felt good, though, and he smiled when she seemed to be enjoying the stroking of the hair, so he continued it whilst leaning his head on top of her own. Were people watching them? That would be weird. What they were doing was kind of weird. Usually he'd laugh at these sort of people when he saw them, and would yell at them to get a room. He was such a hypocrite sometimes. Now he actually knew how they felt.. or something. Most of the times, the people in this situation were usually dating, or married, or something weird like that. This wasn't exactly a friendly embrace, if you thought about it, especially if it lasted a while. You wouldn't normally find fuck buddies holding each other in public. He didn't actually want to move from this position, though, because she smelled so inviting, "What's your favorite farm animal?" what the hell? Where had that come from? Ew?
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Post by annie louise carter on Jul 1, 2010 8:34:25 GMT
Just Gonna Stand There And ( watch me burn. well that's alright because )I Like The Way It hurts- - - - - - - - - - annie had not long made the decision to stay in school, so she was pretty much tied to this place. not that she was unhappy with that or anything because she loved the castle, and the village was awesome. she would keep her apartment there for awhile, so she could live in the magical community and stuff. you see she could just walk into hogsmeade whenever she wanted and buy sweets that you'd never find anywhere else. what muggle store would sell acid pops, right? none that she knew of, and hogsmeade was always so unique and pretty too. so yeah, annie was going to stay there, get a job in hogsmeade and sort out some sort of training maybe. she would train to be a healer at st mungo's but she wasn't the type, she didn't think. she didn't have the patience to deal with, well, the patients. yeah, that made sense. she wasn't a patient person, and so she couldn't sit around to hear them moaning about their crap, and she certainly wouldn't be giving anyone a bed bath. ever. her version of a bed bath would be a nice spray of aguamenti, just to wash them off. the bed would get wet too, because she'd kind of just shoot the water all over them, not really caring how soaking they got. and she wasn't about to be the one washing them either, she wasn't their carer. maybe that was kind of insensitive, but the idea of washing people, it just didn't appeal to her. unless it was trevor. what? no! ew! that was disgusting! not even if it was trevor! it wasn't like she'd been thinking about finding out the password for the prefects bathroom and sneaking in there with him for some sort of little splashing water fight. that was until of course, he'd screwed it all up and now there was no chance because he'd left, and so, yeah. it was over. soon he'd be going back home. they said home was where the heart is, and it wasn't like there was much to keep him in hogsmeade. except her. what? no! he didn't like her, so why would he stay for her? the answer to this of course, is that without her in his day, he'd experienced the same evil elongated days that she had when she'd not seen him. but neither of them was admitting that.
as for annie, the plan was to stay at her apartment, because there was nothing for her at home at the moment. well, her friends, but she'd felt so miserable about a few things that she didn't know if she could face them. how odd was that? besides, she had some odd thought that she should stay near trevor whilst she could. even though at the time of deciding this she wasn't speaking to him. she had been right though because if she'd gone, he wouldn't have met her in the store and wouldn't have gotten to apologise. yeah. there were other reasons she had stayed of course, despite her almost need to see him. it was weird. yes. but anyway. her parents had decided it was time for yet another holiday, despite the fact that they had only gone to egypt at christmas. awarded their summer holiday time off, they had taken it and booked two tickets to italy, sending a letter with their love to inform her, and not mentioning the fact that because they wouldn't be back until the seventh, they would be missing her birthday that had settled on the third of july. so yes, her birthday was in two days time, and she was going to be on her own. that was a kind of depressing thought. maybe she should invite trevor. wait, what? of all the people she had to think of him first. why would he come anyway? that was weird. it wasn't like he felt any attachment to her so why would he want to celebrate her birthday with her? he'd probably get the wrong idea and think they were going to have birthday sex or something. oh god he would. not that this would be bad of course, because he was, well, awesome at it. not that she was thinking about it. at all. a lot. yeah, she didn't want him to leave, it kind of depressed her actually because it was him that added a colour splash to her normal everyday life. was that sad? kind of bad. sad, no. anyway. "yeah apparently i have this thing, it's called 'selective hearing'. my mum tried to tell me that i should always listen to her, but i kind of blanked her out using the 'selective' part. i don't know what she was expecting!"
[/color] annie joked, remembering the look on her mom's face. and annie kind of didn't realise that she was doing it. that was funny. she just sort of spaced out, and her mom was like. 'annie. annie. annie louise carter? annie. zac efron's dead.' that last thing got her attention. yeah. her mom didn't like that either. it was lolworthy. "yeah. i mean, i apparently am pretty vicious and all that. and hate sex would be no good because we couldn't get all crazy mad because it would disturb them" she joked with a laugh, gaining a mental image of a nest in his hair. lolworthy. the thought of annie having her hands in his hair took her back to the sweetshop and their hot kissing. it had gotten heated in that store, and he'd got a giant problem. it was kind of, er, giant. Neve mind. not that she was thinking about that at all. or anything. because, uh, yeah, with the, uh. what? oh wow. no. not thinking about that at all. she was glad that he couldn't like, read minds or anything. oh god, what if he could do legilimincy? holy crap she'd be screwed. it was like, he'd be able to get into her head and stuff, and hear her rambling thoughts about him. that would be bad. it would probably heat him though, as it was another way to be inside her. that sounded wrong. scratch that. yeah. and he'd probably love that he'd taken over her mind so much, even if it did worry her. a lot. she felt like a drug addict that hadn't gotten a dose of her drug of choice. until just now of course, because here he was, standing right in front of her. not that she considered him addictive or anything. she was stopping now. because she could stay away from him, she'd proven that with the week away. shutting. well technically she'd not coped all that well, it had been one of the suckiest weeks in existence. the only day she had been happy was the day that she'd realised that she didn't love chris anymore. why did she feel like telling him that? she didn't know, but before she could stop herself.. "oh my word guess what, you missed something huge whilst you were away!"[/color] why did she say that? that was pathetic. but the truth was that when she'd first realized, she knew he had something to do with it, and had wanted to share the fact with him. and thank him. kind of. of course she'd ended up bouncing around the common room with jayson because he'd sensed her hyper mood. apart from that one day, her week had been sucky. "yeah, they do."[/color] she said with a shrug. could be be considered a habit? well she was calling him her drug. no she wasn't. what? of course she wasn't. that would be silly and sad and kind of pathetic. "I think if you really wanted to you could change. just not too much. your not as bad as everyone thinks"[/color] annie murmured, biting her lip. she loved certain aspects of his personality, it was just the habits she'd like if he changed. loved? no, she didn't love anything about him. end of. "yeah i think i've seen her around once or twice. she's always looking hot, likes to go shopping in her pyjamas, and she had a hot guy with her, with blonde hair. he had sexy slippers"[/color] annie joked, laughing again. why was she including him in this? it wasn't because the idea of them wandering around in their pyjamas together was appealing to her. of course not. she smelled good? really? she knew he liked the taste of her lips and the smell of her shampoo, but she smelled good? maybe he meant the shampoo. probably. yeah. what did it matter, he was complimenting her aloud, and although it was odd, it was kind of nice. to hear that someone appreciated her and everything. she'd kind of been feeling unappreciated recently, so this was nice. "oh yeah, i hear that her shampoo is kick ass"[/color] annie said with a grin. no wonder he could smell it. she'd had a shower and stuff this morning so it was kind of strong smelling right now. in a few days, she'd be legally allowed to do magic outside of school. that would be kick ass, she could use spells to dry her hair in an instant, rather than the muggle hairdryer that she'd bought from borgin and burkes. "both, your getting sloppy. and you left my underwear drawer open a crack"[/color] annie joked, knowing that that would probably be the first place he went if he did sneak into her house. and then he'd probably like, do something creepy like watch her sleep. although that was kind of cute too. how could something be creepy and cute? it would be creepy if someone else did it. no, wait, why did she think that? weirdo. he was inviting her to live with him? but then he said the words 'mansion', 'canada' and 'hills, and she knew it wasn't his real home. he didn't live in canada, did he? and certainly not in a mansion, right? of course not. like he'd really invite her to live with him. don't be silly. she'd actually thought about dropping out though, and staying in the apartments then getting a job in the village, but she loved the castle too much to give it up yet, there were a few kick ass things that she wanted to do before she left it for good. sneak into the prefects bathroom, have a picnic in the forbidden forest and swim in the lake to name a few. they would be interesting. "i actually thought about dropping out. yeah, i'd love to go to canada. live in your mansion where the wild things are"[/color] annie joked. and she was referring to inside his house. he could be kind of wild. in a hot way. what? no. but yes. but no. "sorry. my temper got the better of me when i tripped over them and grazed my elbow on my way to bed one night."[/color] annie joked. although she had actually managed to trip over them and hurt her elbow. there was a faint red graze on her right arm because of it. how silly was that? she wasn't the clumsiest of people, but she did manage to fall over some times. she even tripped over her own feet once. although no one had saw it so it never happened. annie rolled her eyes playfully at his sarcasm. he was spending too much time with her. no. that was a lie, he'd not been with her in the past week so any sarcasm was not influenced by her. yeah, that was it. "so i heard, yeah, i know it's kind of surprising, i expected it to heat me"[/color] annie joked, smiling. why did this feel so good? surely this wasn't something that two fuck buddies would be seen doing. they didn't hold each other in public. and they certainly didn't enjoy holding each other like this in public either. it was kind of odd. maybe they should go to her appartment and stuff, so it wouldn't be in public anymore. that would be less awkward. but she really didn't want to move. but they couldn't stay here forever. how long had they been there like that? pressed a light kiss to his neck randomly. what was that? she had to stop doing that. but it was nice. she laughed easily at his question. that was random. "a penguin. oh, wait, did you say farm? a sheep or something. why? what's yours?"[/color] annie asked him, opening her eyes and looking up at him. he looked so, happy, it was odd, and cute. no. annie pulled away, slowly and sadly enough, reluctantly. she stayed close to him though, but just not holding him anymore. which was kind of a downer. which was bad. "we should, uh, buy stuff and go, somewhere.."[/color] annie said trailing off and looking around for a second. a few people were watching them, but trying to make it look like they weren't. who cared what they thought. she didn't she only cared what he...no. she was stopping that thought there. right there. [/justify][/size][/blockquote] - - - - - - - - - - TAGGED trevor schumacher!STATUS done!LYRICS love the way you lie - eminem and rhianna!NOTE okay, i think this is the longest post i've done in like, ever. it's over two thousand words, check that, it's like almost the same as my english coursework, and that took infinately longer to write. oh snap, i should have gone in the bath by now. oh well, i'm a little late. it was worth it. yeah, i hope this post is good enough for the awesomeness that is you! HAIL SAM! and thank you! i feel loved! ♥ haha!COUNT 2193.!WEARING [url=http://www.polyvore.com/annie_pjs/set?id=14539044 ]right here[/url] ![/color] CREDIT emma!?
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