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Post by Evie Jeanette Lefevre on Jun 21, 2011 14:23:00 GMT -7
 Prom was one of those school events that you either loved or loathed. Evie was usually a part of the latter category. Anything that involved no alcohol, pop music and bitchy "popular" girls was enough to turn the nose of the senior. Evie could count everything that she would much rather be doing tonight on both hands. In fact she would need to borrow another couple of hands considering she would do almost anything else to avoid this evening. So why the hell was she sitting on the bleachers wearing a dress, hair and make up (although the make up couldn't be seen behind the pair of sunglasses she was wearing) done looking out at the crowd of people swaying along to the music, which in Evie's personal opinion, made her want to rip her eyeballs out of her sockets and stamp on them?
It had started with a note shoved under Evie's door. Assuming that it was either a prank or a note to tell her to turn the music down, she opened it up and instead discovered a note inviting her to prom. At first Evie found it hillarious...Evie go to prom?!...but after much deliberating and with Chelsea encouraging and urging her to go Evie decided to try her luck and go, thinking that if she was having a crummy time then she could make her excuses and shoot off to a party in the neighborhood. There had also been a time to meet whoever was asking her at the bleachers at 7pm and although there was no name on it, she left it out of her door with a scribbled 'OK' on it. After seeing that it had gone the next morning, with another in its place confirming the invite, Evie set about looking for an outfit. No way would she wear one of those ridiculously overpriced and stupid ball gowns that the prom queen tended to go for. Instead Evie settled with a dress already in her wardrobe and a pair of skyscraper high heels. As for the sunglasses? It gave an edge and Evie was hungover as hell.
Back to prom. On the last glance of the gymnasiums clock it was getting on to 8'o'clock. An hour had almost passed and Evie's 'date' had not turned up. It was fast becoming clear that she had been ditched and it was only just coming to the forefront of her mind that it had probably been some huge joke on her. Usually, she was a tough nut to crack but this bothered her. It was well known around the whole school about Evie's drink and drug problems. It was less known about her gambling but there were still the odd rumours about. Even though she had made a lot of mistakes, it was still cruel in her opinion, for people to laugh at her behind her back and in front of everybody. Was this what it had started to come to? Rumours could be dealt with, but now people were messing with her feelings and this affected Evie hard. She was a joke among the student body and Evie feared that she would soon start to lose friends because of it. Even worse, deep down she was scared that she would never find anybody to share herself with. Who would want to be with an alcoholic, drug fueled, gambling addicted girl who wasn't even old enough to drink in a bar?
At this thought Evie quickly grabbed her bag and pulled out one of the many shot bottles of whiskey that she had managed to sneak in and downed one. Then another. Then another. And one more. It was at this point that she suddenly realized that her life was a mess and broke down, so glad that there was nobody about to see her cry. That would only fuel the fire that was raging against her.
Mandee/Mark Listening to: A Candlelit Dinner With Inamorta - Asking Alexandria Thoughts: Poor Evie! Word count: 699 |
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Post by Mark Aaron Simmons on Jun 21, 2011 17:54:05 GMT -7
Mark wasn't sure if he wanted to go to prom at first. It wouldn't be his last chance, given that he was only a junior, and he wasn't a big fan of the whole dressing up thing. He already had enough of that at his parents' parties. In the end, though, he decided to go. It would be fun, and he could hang out with his friends and perhaps chow down on some good food. Best of all, he could check out the girls. While he wasn't a big fan of dressing up, he had to admit that a lady in a nice dress was a definite turn on. While he didn't enjoy dressing up, he pulled it off pretty well. He had years of experience, after all. He'd danced with his friends in a group, and with a few girls already. He'd even managed to get a couple of cell phone numbers. Then he saw her. Evie Lefevre. She and he were on pretty good terms, even having a couple of flings. Neither of them seemed to go for steady dating, so why not? You were only young once (or so Mark thought). He approached, planning on saying hello and perhaps flirting a little, when he noticed that Evie didn't look so good. She looked hot as always, but not so hot in the other definition of the word. She was crying. Mark primarily enjoyed flirting with girls, yes, but he was capable of caring about people. He cared for his sister, the twins, his parents...and he cared that Evie was crying. He found that he wanted to fix it as soon as he could. He completed his journey over to the senior. "Hey, you better be planning on sharing some of that."[/color] Mark stated, indicating the bottle of whiskey. His voice was softer than it usually might be, though, as was his smile. It was clear by his actions that he wasn't there for his typical reasons - He was actually genuinely concerned about Evie. Word count: 343 To: Ali/Evie Notes: MEEEH |
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Post by Evie Jeanette Lefevre on Jun 22, 2011 15:13:56 GMT -7
It was strange for Evie to be so against proms. As a former Queen of France there was always some kind of party to attend. Perhaps from living in the colourful and luxurious French Court she had been born into this life with a strong dislike towards any sort of formal event. After years and years of being expected to behave at all times as Marie Antoinette and eventually rebelling against it all, Evie was still living in the frame of mind of never letting anyone or anything tell her how to live her life. Perhaps this was what was the main influence to all of Evie's problems. Damn you reincarnation!
The crying had turned into full on sobbing as Mark approached the slumped figure of the girl. She was about to get up and leave but noticed somebody standing by her side. The sobs quickly ceased, although her chest still spazzed every couple of seconds as a few tears brimmed over the edge of her eyes. She pulled her sunglasses onto the top of her head and looked up at who was now accompanying her. She recognised his voice before she saw his face and scooted over a little incase Mark had come to sit down. Usually she would have wanted to be left alone but it was a rare time that Evie needed someone to sit with her. Usually Chelsea was the designated back rubber...this time it would have to be Mark. It showed just how low she felt about herself right now...anytime else she would have already have told Mark to keep walking
Mark was quick to notice the little bottles that were now littering her feet. She shrugged a bit only a small smile playing at the corner of her mouth."Yeah...sure" She passed a bottle over not really sure if he would actually drink it. She was just being polite. "Having a good time?"Again, more out of politeness than anything.
She knew Mark pretty well. He was the brother of her roommate and also someone that she had had a couple of flings with whilst a little worse for wear. They got on pretty well, had similar personality traits...why not? Evie wasn't sure what she thought of Mark romantically. She saw him as a good looking guy, but was unsure on whether she fancied him or whether she just saw him as attractive. She knew that he would make a good boyfriend for someone but she also saw a lot of herself in him. She wasn't into the whole commitment thing, and neither was he from what she knew. All in all, the only thing Evie saw happening tonight was just another casual hook up with him.
Mandee/Mark Listening to: A Prophecy - Asking Alexandria Thoughts: Blabbering on...XD Word count: 500 |
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Post by Mark Aaron Simmons on Jun 22, 2011 20:55:38 GMT -7
Mark was bothered more by Evie's sobbing than he wanted to let on. Perhaps it was an older brother instinct, even though Evie was actually a year his senior. He did have two younger sisters after all, and for all the teasing that he did, if someone left Chelsea or Jill in sobs like this they'd probably end up in the hospital, if not worse. Upon seeing Evie slide over to make room for him, he took a seat. Contrary to what Evie thought, getting his jollies was the last thing on his mind at his moment. He wanted to know what put Evie in a mood like this. If anyone was indeed responsible for it, he wanted to punch the living daylights out of them. It just wasn't right to make someone cry like this. Not right at all. "Thanks."[/color] Mark responded as Evie handed a bottle over to him, taking a few swigs from the container. He knew that if Chelsea were watching, she would probably smack the bottle right out of his hand...but if Chelsea were around, she'd likely be with Evie. Mark wondered if Chelsea even bothered to go to prom. He hadn't seen her around, but that didn't mean she wasn't off in some other corner of the gym complaining about something or other. The thought brought a small smile to Mark's face, which quickly faded when Evie asked how he was doing. "Could be better, could be worse."[/color] He stated with a shrug, taking another drink from the Jack Daniels bottle. "You, on the other hand..."[/color] He looked her up and down, hoping that she would divulge whatever was bothering her. He couldn't very well help her if he didn't know what was going on. At the very least, he didn't plan to go anywhere, nor make any sudden moves on Evie. He was there to keep her company, and perhaps help to brighten her mood. Not his usual, but even he had his moments. Word count: 347 To: Ali/Evie Notes: MEEEH |
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Post by Evie Jeanette Lefevre on Jun 23, 2011 16:07:24 GMT -7
Luckily by now, the sobs had ceased a little now that she was in the company of Mark, but there was still a few tears running down her face every so often. It was an annoyance to feel so open and vulnerable like this. Crying in front of someone she was close to such as Chelsea was hard enough, but sobbing in front of a casual friend and a hook up was extremely awkward. It was perhaps a positive and negative trait of Evie's personality. There was always the fact she it made appear that she was a lot stronger and feisty than it appeared, but on the other end of the spectrum it made it harder for Evie to open up to people and let any frustrations out. Sure enough she always made her opinions known if she was having a tantrum but when it came to things upsetting her, she was quite a tough shell to crack. Mark was perhaps the only person besides her closest friends to have seen her cry.
She was a little surprised that after her sobs had dispersed a little, he didnt just up and leave now that she become somewhat stable again. Instead he took the seat that she had made by scooting over a little. Evie was a little touched at this. She had always known that he could be a nice guy when he wanted to be...here was the proof.
Perhaps he wasn't the player that people made him out to be.
After answering her question quickly he returned it back to her. Without a word, she pulled out the note that had been left for her and handed it to him. It was now transparent enough for Evie to know that she had been tricked. A little hiccup of a sob quickly made its way up as Evie struggled to hold it together at this thought. As Mark read it, she traced a small pattern on her hand waiting for him to hand it back to her. "I am just sick to death of everybody laughing at my expense all day...everyday. Like...who does that?!" She pointed at the note and then having enough of having a look at it, proceeds to rip it up into small pieces and chuck them on the floor at her feet.
Mandee/Mark Listening to: The Lonely Island - Boombox (xD) Thoughts: Tired after staying up so late last night!! Word count: 440 |
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Post by Mark Aaron Simmons on Jun 24, 2011 15:49:03 GMT -7
No, Mark wasn't just going to up and abandon Evie now. He wasn't out to hook up with Evie tonight. For one, she didn't look to be in any condition for a hook up, and secondly...well, he was seeing firsthand that Evie was more than that. She was a good person to have a fun night with every once in a while, but she was clearly upset, and his number one priority was fixing that. He'd also heard more about her than he let on from his younger sister. She seemed like a genuinely good person who made a few...okay, a lot of mistakes. It wasn't like he was much better, though he'd never admit it. She still didn't deserve to cry. Mark shot her a confused look as she passed over a piece of paper, but as he read it it all became clear. He could be a jerk sometimes, but that was cruel even for him. If he ever did such a thing, he would do it to a girl he thought deserved it, someone who'd screwed him or someone close to him over. Which probably wasn't in the right either, to be honest, but so far as he could tell Evie hadn't done anything to bring this upon herself besides...well, being herself. What was wrong with herself? He happened to like her being herself. "I don't get it either. If you ever figure out who it is, let me know so I can talk some sense into them, k?"[/color] Mark's version of talking sense into them would probably involve violence, but he would leave that part out. He figured Evie was smart enough to figure that one out anyway. He couldn't help but smile a little when Evie ripped up the note. "That takes care of that...while I'm here, you want to dance? It's just too damn weird seeing you sitting in the corner alone."[/color] It really was. Evie wasn't the wallflower type at all, and he hated to see her play the role. Plus he figured a dance might bring her out of her funk a little. Word count: 367 To: Ali/Evie Notes: MEEEH |
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Post by Evie Jeanette Lefevre on Jun 24, 2011 17:34:41 GMT -7
Mark was correct in his assumptions of her understanding what he meant when he said 'talk some sense into them'. She also knew him well enough that he would get a few friends together and go through it. Just this thought alone suddenly lifted her mood a little. She was fed up of people talking about her and the crazy rumours that were going around. She'd had enough of that as Marie Antoinette. It was a shame that such pettiness had to follow her through to this life. It would do the idiot good to have a beating.
Evie's mood was lifted just enough for her to accept his offer to dance. And why shouldn't she go and enjoy herself? The person/people who had sent the note were obviously a bunch of jerks. Why should they be the ones that made her feel so low about herself? It wasn't like Evie at all. Evie actually quite liked herself. She was certainly a lot different to the annoying All American Sweethearts that were wandering the halls and there was no doubt that she would not change herself to fit such a stereotype. Addictions aside, she had a good head on her shoulders. It wasn't often than you found an eighteen year old that was happy in their own skin. Now if only if she could control said addictions.
She stood up, placing the sunglasses back onto her face to cover her eyes. She had had a heavy night and was still feeling the effects. The lights wern't making it much better either. Plus their was no one else wearing sunglasses at the prom...and no one quite like Evie attending the prom either. Whilst most girls wore long gowns and had their hair all curled and neat, Evie's dress was just long enough to cover her decency and her hair was in the style that she normally wore it - down and wavy. As they were walking down to where everybody else was dancing she quickly stopped and quickly gave Mark a hug. "Thanks for sitting with me." She smiled and then carried on wading through the crowd. Finding a spot she started to dance, albeit a little swkwardly from not knowing what the song even was. She realised that Mark would have come with some other people and that he had not seen them for a while and frowned. "Where are your friends? Don't you want to hang out with them?" Evie didn't mind if he did. Her spirits were raised enough that she wouldn't suddenly break down crying again on the spot. Besides if he wanted to go back to his friends, she would take off and see what was happening party wise tonight.
Mandee/Mark Listening to: Nothing! Thoughts: TWO NO SIX NO TWELVE BAKERS DOZEN! I TOLD YOU THAT IM CRAZY FOR THOSE CUPCAKES COUSIN! Word count: 524 |
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Post by Mark Aaron Simmons on Jun 25, 2011 9:23:23 GMT -7
He was pleased that Evie didn't have anything to say about his intents to teach those who messed with her a lesson. He could just hear Chelsea's voice now, telling him that he was being ridiculous. It was rather ironic coming from Chelsea, considering her large mouth, but Chelsea was more reckless with her words. Mark was more reckless with his actions. Had he known that Evie was Marie Antoinette, he'd do his best to help her through that as well. He didn't, of course, but it would explain some of her actions, and why she was the way that she was. Killed in the brutal way that she was, no wonder she wanted to do what she could with her second chance at life. She just needed to make sure she didn't lose her second chance. When Evie gave him a hug, Mark gave a hug back and snorted a little at her thank you. "It's prom. Who wants to sit alone at prom?"[/color] Prom didn't seem much like Evie's scene, but it certainly didn't look right when she was sitting off to the side. Evie was usually in the middle of the action, and whether she liked prom or not, the fact that she'd been away from everything was a major cue in itself that something wasn't right. Mark began to dance as well, pausing at Evie's next question. He responded with a shrug. "I've been doing that for the past hour. I'm sure they can survive without me for a little bit."[/color] In fact, he just so happened to witness a friend of his going by with his own date. So really, it was no big deal. Evie's mood was brightened, and he wasn't going to leave her to wallow around. Not to mention... "Besides, you don't want those assholes to see you just milling around in a corner, do you? You want to show them that you're having a blast, and that they're attempts to laugh at your expense failed miserably."[/color] If she wasn't thinking along those lines...well, maybe she would now. Word count: 362 To: Ali/Evie Notes: MEEEH |
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Post by Evie Jeanette Lefevre on Jun 26, 2011 10:25:23 GMT -7
*Mark was correct in what he was saying. Just because some idiots had decided to have a laugh at Evie's expense, it shouldn't mean that she should show that she was upset about it. In fact, she knew that it would drive them nuts to see that she was actually having a great time than wallowing away in the corner, drinking herself into a state again. After this thought, the old Evie seemed to emerge and a grin spread on her face. "Fuck them!" She plunges her hand back into her bag and pulls out another couple of bottles of whiskey and hands one to Mark. Honestly, she didn't care if there were any teachers about who would see. All she wanted was a good time and after the numerous bottles she had sunk before she had gotten here and whilst here she was already on her way to drunktown. "Cheers!" She clinks the bottom of her bottle to his and then downs it one, and chucks the empty bottle onto the floor, hitting one girl in the foot with it and earning a look of disgust.
The music changed to a different song, one that Evie personally didn't recognise very well although she had heard it a couple of times whilst flicking through a radio, but everyone else seemed to know pretty well. Evie personally didn't like this music but she had to admit that it had a pretty good beat to it, so she found it quite easy, albeit a little dirty to it. She banged into the same girl that had given her a disapproving look only a few moments again and earned herself another glare. Evie shrugged at her. "Liven up love!" She shouted to her over the music, causing the girl to lose her rag a little and shout something back at her that Evie didn't quite hear. She wandered back to where Mark was dancing. The song had become a bit boring to her, the beat sounding repetitive, that in the end she was dancing in a more take the piss fashion than any of the others on the dancefloor.
She was about to suggest leaving when the music changed again to a slow lovey dovey song. Evie looked at Mark grinning and held her hands out. Might as well whilst they were enjoying themselves.
Mandee/Mark Listening to: Boombox XD Thoughts: Bah sucky...short...i apologise XD Word count: 450 |
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Post by Mark Aaron Simmons on Jun 26, 2011 20:37:10 GMT -7
Mark grinned at Evie's 'fuck them'. That was exactly what he wanted to hear from her. "Exactly. They're not worth another minute of your time."[/color] Fortunately (or perhaps unfortunately, depending how you looked at it), Mark wasn't exactly the type to tell Evie to stop drinking. Instead, he took the bottle he handed her and clicked the bottom of his against hers in a toast right back. "Cheers."[/color] He stated a second after Evie, before bringing the bottle to his lips. He set his drink aside and began to dance with Evie, stopping only when Evie did to tell off another girl. Mark snorted. He would have no problem with leaving if Evie wanted to. Even if she wanted to make another one night stand out of this, he'd made her happy, and that was what mattered. Instead, Evie outstretched her hand. Mark was a little surprised at first, but he took it as the DJ began to play a slow song, easily recognized by an 80s junkie to be 'Who's Gonna Drive You Home' by The Cars. Mark not only grabbed her hand, but put his arm around her and began to slow dance with her. Hey, why not? Other people were doing it, and it wasn't like any harm would be done. The best part? The jerks that messed with Evie would see her slow dancing with a boy. It was the ultimate 'fuck you' to them. Mark wasn't about to admit that part of him enjoyed it simply for it being with Evie... Word count: 266 To: Ali/Evie Notes: MEEEH |
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Post by Evie Jeanette Lefevre on Jun 30, 2011 14:01:28 GMT -7
Evie instantly recognised the song as it came on, just by the first few seconds of the record being played. It was definitely a golden oldies song, but it was one that was not as popular as say...Come On Eileen or Never Gonna Give You Up. Evie preferred this song a lot better to any of them. As the first few notes started a memory came from the back of her mind, one that she had not thought of in years. Sitting in the car at six years old with her dad, who was a music junkie, and singing along to it with him. It was a memory that filled her with happiness, and the smile on her face as it came on showed that she was the happiest she had been all night.
Evie was surprised when Mark put his arm around her to slow dance. She had never really danced like this with a guy before. In fact the last time she could recall was back in the 1700's when she, as Marie Antoinette, had danced with the Dauphin of France, Louis on the wedding night. Although it had not been a slow dance by traditional standings, it had probably been the only other time that she had danced with somebody in a purely serious way.
To be fair, his arm around her felt nice. She felt secure in every sense of the word. Secure in an odd sort of way. With Mark holding her, even though they were only dancing, it felt as though things were starting to click into place for her. She had never seen Mark as more than just a friend before. He was Chelsea's older brother, a guy she went to when she fancied a one night stand and couldn't get it anywhere else. It was weird that one song could make someone look at another person in a completely different light. She found that she didn't want this song to end, otherwise they would have to stop...at least until the next slow song came on for them to dance to again.
Yes, Evie had had a drink. Yes, she was pretty sloshed. But how many times had she met a guy whilst on the alcohol or some other substance and saw them in this light? Never. Lust yes...that was a common symptom in drinking. She couldn't quite put this down to just lust though. Perhaps it was because she knew him pretty well. Then was this just a phase? Or an actual crush?
Being a pretty feisty girl anyway and being drunk Evie decided it was safe to take a gamble. If she kissed him and he pulled away she could blame it on having too much of a good time. If he responded in a positive way, which was most likely considering the two had gotten to know each other rather well in the bedroom department, then that was good news too. And even if he did respond but it was just due to drink as well then they would still have a good night together, with the intention behind kissing him forgotten about.
With all of these justifications cleared up in her mind she, quite literally took the bull by the horns and leaned in planting a kiss on his lips, testing the waters.
Mandee/Mark Listening to: ...my pizza cooking? NOM! Thoughts: annnnnnnnd BOOM Word count: 599 |
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Post by Mark Aaron Simmons on Jun 30, 2011 17:50:56 GMT -7
Mark was not only used to dancing for fun, but he'd also had a few slow dances in his day. This dance stood out, though, even to him. This was the first dance where he truly felt something other than 'hey, this girl is hot' toward the other person in question. Evie was attractive, yes, but there was more to her than that and Mark was coming to this realization tonight. While he didn't have any serious childhood memories attached to the song, as he listened to the words and slow danced with Evie he came to the realization that it fit all too well. For the first time, he was seeing Evie in a different light. He didn't live the most straight-edged lifestyle either (as evidenced by the fact that he'd been drinking alcohol with her just minutes before), but Evie... He was starting to realize that Evie was leading herself down a path of self-destruction. Mark drank in social situations like this one, but he saw Evie with alcohol almost constantly. It didn't seem healthy, and again he was brought back to what he'd do if Chelsea or Jill were in the same situation. He wouldn't stand idly by and let them crash and burn. He'd help them. Evie deserved the same. No girl deserved to cry the way Evie was when he'd walked up to her. No matter what their lifestyle, no matter who they were or who they used to be. Someone needed to tell Evie that she was worth more than that. Normally she came off as cool and confident, but was that all a front to hide the true reason why she was so reckless? He pulled away just a little so that he could look directly at Evie. As he did so, he noticed that she was moving in closer to him. So he stopped, allowing her to plant her lips on his. It was a routine they'd gone through before, but this time stood out amongst the rest. Usually their kisses were shared in a dorm room, with the intent on one stripping the other down mere seconds afterward. For once, Mark did not have the prize on his mind. As "Who's Gonna Drive You Home" played over the speakers in the gymnasium, Mark realized that he wanted to be the one to take Evie home, and not just for a night. He wanted to walk her home, make sure that she was safe, make sure that the assholes who played this nasty joke on her didn't opt to do anything else. He also didn't want this to be just a one night affair...he smiled at her, a genuine smile rather than the flirtatious smile that she was probably used to seeing, and kissed her back. Word count: 465 To: Ali/Evie Notes: MEEEH |
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Post by Evie Jeanette Lefevre on Jul 1, 2011 19:59:21 GMT -7
It wasn't just alcohol that Evie now depended on...yes depended on. She was so used to abusing it on a daily basis that if she went more than a day at a time without even a sip, her hands trembled and she felt sickly all day. One could assume that if she left it any longer her body would probably end up going into shock causing the seventeen year old to become extremely ill as her body went through the process of 'cold turkey'. That wasn't something Evie wanted to experience. Gambling was another problem that Evie was battling with. It had been a hobby of hers as Marie Antoinette but it had also been the hobby of a rich Queen. Nowadays it wasn't something that a high school student could afford but the rush of winning and the memories of France and of Louis that it bought back made her carry on. Drugs was also something that Evie was mixed up in, but luckily she didn't seem to abuse these as much as alcohol. Drugs was a relatively new thing for Evie. She was sure that Chelsea knew of her alcohol problem - to be fair the whole school knew - but she didn't know what her younger dormmate would do and say if she found out about this new path of self destruction.
If the whole school knew of some of her problems, then Mark was definitely bound to know. But here he was, dancing with her with no judgements, treating her just as he would treat any other girl or friend. This thought made her feeling of self worth suddenly rise a little but it also dampened her spirit a tad. Why would someone nice enough like Mark want to have anything to do with, lets face it, an alcoholic?
It seemed as though Mark didn't agree to what she was thinking. As she leaned back from planting a kiss on his lips she instantly regretted it, thinking that he would make his excuses quickly and wander off. However, he smiled. And not a 'what the hell are you doing?' smile but a genuine smile that indicated that he wanted to kiss her too. And he did. This time she let his kiss last a bit longer before pulling back a mixture of confusion and happiness on her face. "This is different." It was an obvious indicator to their hook ups. Usually they're kisses were passionate and lustful - this one was more genuine and sweet.
She was bored of dancing and took one of his hands and started to pull him back through the crowds. this time heading in the direction of one of the empty tables. She took a seat and looked at him, a light blush on her cheeks. It had suddenly gotten awkward but in a good way...it was now obvious that something was there. She decided to question it. "So what was that about?!"
Mandee/Mark Listening to: Nothing! Thoughts: Bah tiredness! Word count: 542 |
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Post by Mark Aaron Simmons on Jul 1, 2011 20:38:05 GMT -7
Fact was, Mark wasn't exactly known for being an incredibly nice guy around the school either. He had a temper, he could be loud and obnoxious (especially when he was out with his buddies). He drank, and went out with ladies for one night stands. He'd already slept with at least three girls, and he was only seventeen. This was, perhaps, part of the reason why he wasn't so judgmental. Not to say that Mark couldn't be judgmental, because he most definitely could be. He was normally pretty laid back unless someone gave him a reason to judge them, however. For example, the tools that had played this nasty joke on Evie. Any faults they had would be judged up the wazoo now simply for what they did to Evie. Whereas before, Mark might have overlooked them, or perhaps made an annoying but easy enough to brush off comment. When Evie pulled away from the kiss, he couldn't help but let loose a laugh at her statement. "Agreed. I don't think I disapprove, though."[/color] He didn't. A new thought surfaced to his head, and he hoped that it wouldn't follow through into reality. The kiss was different, so he wasn't too worried, but for one he wasn't entirely sure that he wanted to hook up with Evie. Not because she wasn't a good lay, because she was. It just didn't feel right to hook up with a girl after what this particular girl had been through tonight. He was unsure what to think when she lead him across the dance floor, but found himself sighing lightly in relief when he realized that they weren't leaving. What an odd reaction, and even Mark realized this, for as he sat down, he shot Evie a confused expression at her own statement. She was the one who'd kissed him first, wasn't she? "You start. You did it first."[/color] Mark teased, partially to lighten the tension...but mostly because he was uncomfortable with the question and he wanted her to answer first. He was normally pretty forceful, but if this turned out to be a fluke, he didn't want to look the fool for it. Word count: 373 To: Ali/Evie Notes: MEEEH |
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Post by Evie Jeanette Lefevre on Jul 4, 2011 19:58:26 GMT -7
Evie wasn't sure if she wanted to hook up with Mark either. Not that she didn't actually wanted to, because she did. No, it was more for the fact that she didn't want to come across as an easy lay...even though they had hooked up on numerous times on previous occasions. On the other hand, it would be a satisfying feeling to find out who had sent her the note and be able to give them the fingers on their way back to the dorms. Before tonight it would have been so easy to grab his hand and pull him away from the gymnasium. It was funny how a kind gesture and a dance could make someone seen somebody else in a different light. To make that person see how much they actually liked them.
...Yes, Evie liked Mark. It was very different, refreshing almost. She had liked guys in the past sure, but nothing had ever progressed enough for her to consider dating them. It was different with Mark. She could see them having fun together. They're personalities clicked, they enjoyed each other's company...at least they wouldn't get bored. It would be weird to date her roommates brother admittedly but...why not? Chelsea was a cool girl, she'd understand.
She could feel Marks eyes on her as he asked her to go first in an explanation. The usual confident and chatty Evie suddenly looked down at her lap, a blush appearing on her cheeks and a small smile playing at her lips. She shrugged her shoulders, quite poised which was quite unusual in a teenage girl drunk on spirits. Her posture was straight, her back sat right up against the back of the chair. As her shoulders slumped down they were controlled and fell back into a balanced position as if she had had practice on how to sit properly (which she had...220 years ago anyway). "Erm...well I guess its cause I think your kind of cute? And I...I like you?" She looked back up at him grinning ever so slightly waiting for his turn to comment. At least if he laughed or he didn't think the same, she could blame it on the atmosphere and the whiskey.
Mandee/Mark Listening to: Nowttttt Thoughts: Wow...short *le sighhh* Word count: 423 |
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