Like Your French Girls- Closed

[Annette Andres]

why can't t h a t b e me
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The lunchroom was abuzz with its usual hum of activity, maybe just the barest bit more so due to the number of students who had an off period around this time. Normally that boded well, easier for her to slip amidst the different groupings of her friends and find Mikey. Usually. Usually she didn’t have a group of very loud, very angry harpies following on her tail calling out all manner of things that she wouldn’t repeat if asked given any circumstance as she ducked through the arches and made her way towards the grouping of boys with their heads all bent over something or another sitting at the stone table off the side. She wasn’t running away- not exactly, she had just been dealing with it in several forms all morning- had a scratch down her left arm to prove it, even if that particular incident had been more of an accident. They didn’t necessarily want to harm her. Necessarily. They just blamed her for the same sort of thing she was usually held accountable for, even if she hadn’t set this particular date up with this particular girl. Between the two boys she spent the majority of her time with it was a wonder she had any friends at all left. A wonder that this was only the second of her actual dorm mates that this had happened with. The very loud calling of ‘fucking bitch’ from behind her had all four of the heads that she was just almost to turning around to see what was happening behind them. Something that only had her rolling her eyes as she practically skipped the remaining four steps to their grouping, shoving herself between the two identical backs that were facing her and throwing her stack of books forcefully down onto the table top in what may have been a convenient way for them to spill over onto the boy with the blue eyes and pokey darn hair as she fell mercifully into the space that had been provided her by the twins. “Problems Annie?” Danny’s voice sounded to her right as two pairs of arms came up around her shoulders, providing a very real physical barrier to those girls who had veered off onto another course but were still shooting dirty looks the entire tables’ way now. “Yeah, something like that.” Her glare was directed very centrally towards Apollo’s amused glance despite the fact that it hadn’t been him to voice the question. Amused because he knew, he had to, with the added glances towards her blonde roommate. “Who’d Mikey screw over now?” Scott asked easily, brushing off the noise of protestation from the man himself as Annie switched her gaze, without meaning to, to the curly head that had gone back to doodling on the paper in front of him. Fudge. Nope. Nope. Nope. Not going there. “Not Mikey.” Again the glare at Apollo as the…”

WAS HE LAUGHING!?!? Her eyebrows drew further down with frustration as she slid down a little on the stone bench trying to kick her legs out to reach him. ”You’re a little too short for that el—THE FUCK SCOTT?” Her smile somewhat victorious she allowed herself to be pulled up from her slumped position by the arm around her shoulders, rolling her eyes at the glare being shot to the three of them now by the … prick. “YOU KNEW she shared a room with me. Her beds right next to mine for merlin’s sake!” Like she didn’t get enough of it from Mikey. ”What’d I do? Shit she enjoyed herself.” Annette’s face was incredulous this time as she pushed one of the books that hadn’t formerly hit him across the table. “Until you left her outside maybe!” The laughter this time was more than obvious enough as she threw her hands up exaggeratedly, rolling her head back on her neck. “I have to handle that. Me. Not you. She blames ME.” She brandished her arm, scratch facing him as she rose her brows up nearly to her hairline. “I can’t even go back to the dorm tonight,” her arms dropped dejectedly, head falling with her chin propped up on them as she sighed- ignoring the toe of the shoe pressing against her calf and refusing to look back up at Apollo. He was apologizing she was sure. In his own stupid way. But she didn’t want to see or hear it right now. “Well you can’t stay in my bed tonight I have a date.” Of course, the very night after, why was she even surprised anymore? “I wouldn’t want your bed anyways- that wouldn’t help me at alllll.” Fingers closed around her ponytail, pulling at the hair there as she allowed her head to angle to the left, Scott’s face grinning down at her causing her own lips to twitch of their own accord. ”You need to crash with us tonight?” ”Yeah,” Danny’s voice chimed in from her other side, his shoulder bumping against hers, ”I could do a sketch of you and everything.” ”Like one of his French girls Annie!” She snorted, laughing slightly as she rolled her eyes at the obvious reference, her head centering once more. “But I have both arms,” she deadpanned, pulling one of the Pringles from in front of Danny and popping it into her mouth. ”You didn’t say anything about not being naked for it though,” Scott rejoined, reaching across her to grab one himself. She could feel the weight she’d been carrying since this morning lifting slightly, even if the red coloring her cheeks was rising, refusing to look at either of the boys across the table. Scott and Danny were good for bringing her mood up, easily falling into familiar banter. “That’s because it was a given.” Apollo’s snort was audible as his toe pressed into her shin, circling it until she looked up to meet his raised eyebrows. Fricking… Her eyes narrowed slightly before she rolled her eyes again, ”Slumber party with the testicle twins beats hanging out with me for a night since when?”

i f i c o u l d be like that i would give anything
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THIS POST WAS WRITTEN FOR » Wildes
THERE ARE THIS MANY WORDS » asdfadsfa
THE LYRICS ARE FROM » Be Like That- 3 Doors Down
THEY ARE WEARING » link
THESE ARE MY LAST WORDS » wellllllll
CREDIT GOES TO » carolyn at caution.

[Michael Wilde]

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Just a little break, just a small one. There was more room in his stomach for food. Always more room. Apollo was always a little grossed out by the amount that the Wilde boys tended to eat. Each one of them sitting at this table was surrounded by a halo of at least five plates, and the twins had managed to finish off nearly all of theirs....Mikey was falling behind, he still had a plate and a half. So he was doodling, to pass the time, to give his stomach the extra room, as if he couldn't hear them talking. He was very tempted to throw one of the plates at them. Just on general principal. ”I don't think it counts, Danny what do you think?” “Taking too long?” “ No, I think he's lost his touch,” “Just thinking that, mike the tyke doesn't have the tummy to finish all his num nums,” That was quite enough. Mikey's head lifted, fingers switching the grip on his pen to launch himself over the table at them, there might be two of them, but he was big, and strong, and he had eaten the wheaties already. Only, the addition of another body paused him. The small body of Annie in those damn uniforms, with the stupid socks. It wasn't right. Seeing that getup on her. Not Annie. She wasn't a girl. Stockings like that were reserved for women....women that he could disrobe with his teeth. Mikey's lip curled upward and his head drooped back down to his drawing, pen pushing over the paper mindlessly, turning whatever it was that he had been working on, violent, by the pen strokes. “Problems Annie?” Mikey lifted his gaze but not his head whenever Annie started to speak, she didn't need a greeting all on her own. “Yeah, something like that.” Though, he did look at her arm, noted, and went back to what he was doing. He had more than enough bruised shins to know she could handle her damn self. “Who’d Mikey screw over now?” He considered protesting, but it was a valid question. Out of those on the table, he was the most likely, so his mouth shut once more, taking the fact that the twins were now distracted as the chance to finish his foot without them staring at him, even still, he could hear Danny snort in his direction. Were he not so far away, he would have smacked him. School didn't mean shit, he could still reach over and manhandle the douche if he was needed. Just like back at home. Only then, Sissa would have been able to back him up. “Not Mikey.” Again the glare at Apollo as the…” Mm. Food. He might eat even more, stacking the plates on top of one another to bring the trough closer to his face. At least it wasn't him. Not that he would have cared if it was. Wouldn't be the first or last time. ”You’re a little too short for that el—THE FUCK SCOTT?” “YOU KNEW she shared a room with me. Her bed's right next to mine for merlin’s sake!” Like she didn’t get enough of it from Mikey. ”What’d I do? Shit she enjoyed herself.” Mikey reached over and pulled Apollo's single plate toward himself, pushing the sausage around, prissy pants. Wasn't even real sausage...this turkey shit. “Until you left her outside maybe!” He grinned into his food. He might have cared more, had this not been a fairly common occurrence for her. “You do this to yourself you know,” he commented around his food, grinning with it showing and going back to his breakfast, pushing a glass of orange juice toward her, and not that organic grape fruit blend Apollo was drinking, the real stuff.

“I have to handle that. Me. Not you. She blames ME. I can’t even go back to the dorm tonight,” She was saying that like it was an issue. Like she didn't prefer to crash elsewhere. He could feel his eyes rolling. Fine, she would just sleep in their dorm tonight, there was enough space for her, and then the problem would be solved. “Well you can’t stay in my bed tonight I have a date.” Damn. Well. Then she could stay with the wonder twins, and problem would be solved. She was bitching for nothing. Her arm was fine. “Well you can’t stay in my bed tonight I have a date.” Ohyeah, that's right. “I wouldn’t want your bed anyways- that wouldn’t help me at alllll.” Why did she have to go and say it like that? She should be honored to be in Apollo's bed, then the girls would have to leave her alone because she would be...under protection, or some shit. He didn't know. He wasn't a girl. He understood only as much as it took to get them naked and on their backs. ”You need to crash with us tonight?” ”Yeah,” ”I could do a sketch of you and everything.” ”Like one of his French girls Annie!” See. Problem solved. His eyes rolled again, spearing a banana on the end of his fork and pulling it back to him, peeling slowly without removing it from said fork. Eating Banana's was tricky around this lot, had to get creative, if you ate it the normal way, gay, instantly. ”You didn’t say anything about not being naked for it though,” He cast a look over to the one speaking, talking about Annie naked wasn't allowed. Annie wasn't to be spoken like that. Annie didn't even get naked. Talking about it was....strange. “That’s because it was a given. Slumber party with the testicle twins beats hanging out with me for a night since when?” The fuck? He had just said...Mikey turned to him, grabbing the banana off the fork he started to press the fallic fruit into the corners of Apollo's mouth, pushing and probing teasingly, “We have dates,” he has just said, why was he reminding him? Why would they blow off dates for Annie?

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S tatus: Done
T Mikey/Apollo/Annie/Whoever
O utfit: idk. something.
N otes: November.
C redit: template by Marv of A Thousand Fireflies
L yrics: Here By Me by 3 Doors Down

[Apollo Erikson]

A LONG NIGHT SPENT WITH YOUR MOST OBVIOUS WEAKNESS
Y O U A R E E V E R Y T H I N G I W A N T
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Too much damn food- that was the problem, eating with more than just one Wilde- their plates stacked ridiculously high as they shoveled more food than even a damned professional would need to eat into their gobs. If it hadn't been for the tolerance he'd built to seeing them in action- the years he'd spent in their company for more than one meal- the sight would be downright nauseating. Not that they ate in a particularly gross manner... well the testicle twins Apollo was still side-eying. Speaking with their mouths full of cakes, still chewing when they brought their cups up to their lips, and even more disgustingly after they'd lowered the rim of them. Heathens. Heathens he happened, on most days, to be somewhat attached to. For the most part. The two seated across from him were amusing enough in their own way, barely pausing for breath before answering the other as they poked fun at the man at his side. Over not eating enough apparently, though how that was even possible.... ”I don't think it counts, Danny what do you think?” “Taking too long?” “ No, I think he's lost his touch,” “Just thinking that, mike the tyke doesn't have the tummy to finish all his num nums,” Given that he'd had what- five, six? Plates since they'd sat down to eat he found that absurdly ridiculous, but then it was enough to illicit response from Mikey for Apollo to be satisfied with it. No doubt it would end with the few remaining food items and plates scattered about the stone beneath their feet, possibly with the table upturned and the three he was sitting with scuffling about on the ground- but that wouldn't be anything out of the usual either. He could feel the tension mounting from his left, see the coiling of muscles as they continued with their verbal assault. He'd seen the larger man at his side tackle the other two enough to recognize the signs of the impending attack. The impending attack that was delayed by the verbal assault not coming from their table, close enough for him to lift his chin and see who it was yelling it out. It didn't sound friendly- and he was well aware this week that he'd be on someone's shit list, though whose remained to be seen. Of course the little red head pushing herself between the two idiots was enough to divert everyone's attention, at least momentarily. Especially considering the fact that she was glaring daggers at his person as though he'd done something to personally offend her. Maybe he had. Regardless the smirk slipped over his lips as she situated herself between Scotty and Danny, her books flung to the table with an unusual lack of reverence- enough lack of it to have one of the bound journals sliding until it caught his forearm. Apparently he'd done something to piss the little elf princess off, which was just fine with him considering the reaction. “Problems Annie?”

“Yeah, something like that.” Mikey lifted his gaze but not his head whenever Annie started to speak, she didn't need a greeting all on her own. Oh? A pity party then? He arched his brow in challenge when she shot another glare his way, smirk only growing as the idiots on either side of her wrapped their arms around her as if they were some sort of deterrent. Too much touching, this family. All the time. It wasn't as if the girl wasn't able to defend herself. Wasn't as if it was the first time that she'd been chased over to wherever it was they were. Wasn't the first time someone had tried to fight with her even. She was a female who spent the majority of her time in the company of not one but two very eligible men. Of course it was going to happen. If she'd just give up on socializing with so many others, or at least stop trying to befriend every damn person in the castle it wouldn't be a problem, there were a reason that certain castes didn't mix, you couldn't walk with a foot in all the separate worlds forever- though she seemed damned set on trying. His eyes lifted over her head to the group that was heading off in a different direction, seating themselves just close enough for them to remain seen. Girls, but of course it would be. That blonde from last night was a part of them, something that had him nodding his head in an almost greeting, though the frosty return glare and flip of her hair wasn't exactly the expected reaction. Although it certainly explained the dramatic entrance. His smirk grew slightly, turning his gaze back to the elf with a considerably larger amount of interest. “Who’d Mikey screw over now?” Mikey? His lips stopped pulling upwards momentarily, somewhat relieved with the extra glare she shot his way after glancing over at the one who'd been accused. Of course, it could have easily been Mikey- Apollo wasn't entirely sure that he'd been in the dorms the night before being that he hadn't. “Not Mikey.” Oh, so it was him. Good. Not that he had actively tried to create trouble for the dwarf, but it was always amusing, and her glaring right now made it even more so, enough that he couldn't help the chuckle that fled his lips, growing as she shimmied down the bench with the obvious intent of kicking his legs beneath the table Given the width and the fact that he'd sat straight to pull them out of her range though she was meeting with little success. ”You’re a little too short for that el—,” he cut off as something hit him hard in his left shin, bruising force that could only belong to the one smiling so triumphantly beside her. “THE FUCK SCOTT?” Wasn't even his battle. No call for him to get involved at all, but he'd decided to make it such. His eyebrows narrowed, considering the retaliation that would be afforded. “YOU KNEW she shared a room with me. Her beds right next to mine for merlin’s sake!”No he didn't, not really- he hadn't exactly been considering her house and her credentials when she'd pressed up against him on the staircases. She was attractive and she was offering- he wasn't about to stop and question everything about her before he accepted. And anyways, she'd more than enjoyed herself- had been vocal enough for several more of her as well. He considered turning to his side and demanding some kind of backup, even if the brute did seem to still be eating- obviously he was following along enough to say something about her doing it to herself and push food- more damn food, even if it was just juice, at her. It was a miracle the girl wasn't as large as a damned house. ”What’d I do? Shit she enjoyed herself.” Might as well vocalize the argument.


”Until you left her outside maybe!” Left her..? They were done. What was he supposed to do sit around and cuddle by the freezing lake? He didn't stay for after. “I have to handle that. Me. Not you. She blames ME.” Well- vocalization was apparently catching, the elf was almost raising her voice, glaring as she brandished claw marks on her arm as if she'd braved some great fight. He hated to break it to her but the ones he'd gotten on his back were a good deal deeper. Obviously her dormmate just had some pent up aggression issues. “I can’t even go back to the dorm tonight,” That was idiotic- letting them chase her out of where she slept. Again, not the first time it had happened, but stupid to be sure. He rolled his eyes again, lifting his leg and pressing his foot into the side of her calf. He didn't know why she was dragging this out so dramatically- if she weren't at least somewhat over it she wouldn't be talking to him at all. “Well you can’t stay in my bed tonight I have a date.” Ish. A girl pretty enough to call a date at least, even if he didn't plan on actually taking her anywhere special. “I wouldn’t want your bed anyways- that wouldn’t help me at alllll.” Another roll of his eyes. Of course not. She was making a bigger deal of things again, going on about them as if it would change the outcome. It wasn't like her to be so damned dramatic, they had enough of that in their friendship from Mikey. Obviously he was rubbing off on her.- he considered making that very comment with an eyebrow waggle but he still had a barely healed bruise over his ribs from the whole elf having tits commentary. ”You need to crash with us tonight?” ”Yeah,”,”I could do a sketch of you and everything.” ”Like one of his French girls Annie!” French girls? He hated it when they referenced things he didn't know- it was just rude, not that he expected them not to use them, but clarification now and then would have been nice. He wasn't about to ask for it though. He rolled his foot again, trying to get her attention- bitch wouldn't even raise her chin to look at him which made no damned sense. “But I have both arms,” Again? He turned his face slightly to Mikey rolling his eyes to see him still eating before turning back. Obviously the reference would just have to go unexplained. ”You didn’t say anything about not being naked for it though,” Well, maybe not. Naked? He'd be asking about it later then. “That’s because it was a given.” He didn't know why they were still on that subject, his breath expelling in a snort as he pushed his toe more firmly into her leg beneath the table. Had to go and act like she was still angry about the stupid girl over there, the girl he was relatively sure was still glaring at their group. He was fairly sure she'd just dissed hanging out with him, verbalized wanting to spend time with the wondertwins over there instead. Again, making no damn sense and having him raise his brows in her direction. ”Slumber party with the testicle twins beats hanging out with me for a night since when?” Never. That's when. It wasn't like he was dropping his date for her, but she could have been at least a little more bummed that she was having to crash with the pair on either side of her instead of the two across from her. She could at least ask to stay with them instead. Or at least in their dorm, even if they weren't there it wasn't like anyone was going to bother her if she crashed in one of their beds. She had friends in that dorm too- again the walking in two worlds she was attempting. He watched her mouth open, one imperious brow poised right up until he felt something slimy against the edges of his lips, mouth clamping down with surprise as he rolled his eyes over to his side, eyebrows coming down. “We have dates,” He knew that, he'd been the one to say it.

The fuck was that? A banana? The snorting across the table preceded the uproarious laughter, twins nearly falling over on the elf in their mirth as they pointed. ”What with eachother?””I mean we knew you were gay and all,””But letting Mikey shove his banana into your mouth is a whole new level.””Had a lot of practice with that have we?” His hand came up between himself and his friend, pushing the offending fruit away from him at the wrist and turning his glare on the three across the table. “No, dates with girls. You know, ones that breathe as opposed to those stuffed pillow things you two are so used to- I don't even know why you're laughing elf, you don't even date.” The words came out more caustic than they might have another time, hand still coming up to swat away at the fruit that had been attempted pressing into his mouth- glare at Mikey something else entirely apart from the spectacle in front of them. I mean really, he went to all the trouble to eat the damn things so weird and then he went and did something like that. ”I do date!” His gaze was slow in returning to the declaration, amusement clear on his features as he hummed noncommittally in the back of his throat. Sure. She dated. As in she let them go buy her things and then came back like the Virgin Mary herself to go back to her own dorm. ”I do! I have one tonight.” The laughter on either side of her quieted slightly, both twins looking at her as if they were going to start grilling her right then and there. Like she wasn't lying about it all in the first place. ”I may not even need a place to stay tonight, it was just the principle of it.” Another snort of laughter he couldn't help as he leaned back, arching an eyebrow in her direction as he nudged Mikey with his elbow, clearly amused. “Oh yeah? Who with?” Two seconds hesitation as she glanced back and forth at all the four faces looking at her now- before defiantly lifting her chin. Although why dating had to be defia-- ”Cole.” His eyes narrowed, looking for the telltale blush that came with her lie- for the refusal to meet his eyes- but she was staring back at him with that notched chin as if she had known that the answer would aggravate him, and it did. Why wouldn't it? Cole was an arrogant, self-serving prick. If she was complaining about he and Mikey he had no idea why Cole would be her first damn choice for a date. And if it was with Cole he had no doubt it would be considered an actual date. He didn't have a reputation for dating like Annette. And he wasn't the kind of guy who would just be okay with that either. “Foster? Cole Foster?” Again the annoying lift of her chin as she nodded. “Yes, Cole Foster. So what?”

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WORDS :: gasdfa
TAGS :: mikey
OUTFIT :: ~~~~
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CREDZ :: Song is "Perfect Day" by Collective Soul (ftw?). This template was made by the uh-may-zing (just kidding) xreebear of caution two-point-oh. Please don't steal and or use without credit (so.. steal).

[Annette Andres]

why can't t h a t b e me
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She wasn’t going to roll her eyes. She was just going to continue to ignore the push of the boot against her calves and the fact that he was being a jerk. It was virtually impossible to navigate a conversation with this many Wildes and Apollo at a table and avoid someone getting in a hissy over something that hadn’t even been intentional in the first place. Because they were all giant drama queens. The lot of them. She may not have had very many female friends growing up- but she had Daisy and she’d been around other girls often enough to know that they weren’t nearly as dramatic as the boys she spent the majority of her time with. They had other downfalls, but all the nonsense about girls being more emotional and being less rational was so definitely exaggerated. Not that she was going to point it out to this lot right now when one of them was in a tizzy in the first place. Hanging out with Scotty and Danny was just as fun as hanging out with Apollo and sometimes more so. Especially when it was just Apollo she was hanging out with, although that- admittedly- was rare enough for it not to even be considered. Her leg shifted, pointed narrowing of her eyes across the table her only commentary. She should go into something that required a good handle on diplomatic conversation. Honestly. Her gaze shifted slightly, corners of her lips twitching at the sight of Mikey ignoring the entire thing- which, had the discussion been different, might have bothered her more. But it wasn’t. And really she could only handle one fit at a time. If the two of them both got into a snit simultaneously she wasn’t sure the castle would be able to survive. The snort that left her lips was quick, watching as Mikey grabbed his fruit with his fingers, pushing it against Apollo’s lips and oh! Her hand lifted quickly from the table, pressing into her lips to try and hide the too-wide grin that stretched in response, not so quiet giggles forcing her shoulders to shake. “We have dates.” Oh. Oh that wasn’t going to help anything, she could feel the bodies beside her tense just before the outburst, snorting behind her raised hand before the words even started. It wasn’t even Mikey shoving the fruit against his lips- that was amusing as it was- but the look, oh Merlin the look on Apollo’s face was priceless- his stupid eyebrows lifting on his forehead as he identified what it was being shoved against him, the stupid expression of being put upon. Divas. Divas the lot of them.

”What with eachother?” Again the snort as she tried to contain her laughter from being too loud, torso leaning forward just enough for her to catch herself on the edge. ”I mean we knew you were gay and all,” Hopefully someone, somewhere, was hearing this other than just there table. Wouldn’t that be ironic justice after last night. Rumors about Apollo and Mikey. Ha. ”But letting Mikey shove his banana into your mouth is a whole new level.” The fight to contain her laughter seemed to give out, giggles turning into outright mirth as her elbows hit the table, her hand falling with the last comment. ”Had a lot of practice with that have we?” Although, really, with their track records no one was likely to actually believe that they were gay, which was a pity… it would certainly cut down on the amount of time she had to spend shooing girls away from herself and fighting off their ire after things went south with either of the boys across the table. “No, dates with girls. You know, ones that breathe as opposed to those stuffed pillow things you two are so used to- I don't even know why you're laughing elf, you don't even date.” Her laughter slowed, indignation welling within the pit of her stomach at the declaration. She didn’t even what now? Of course she did. He said it like it was accepted fact, like she wasn’t capable or something. Like an insult. Her eyebrows drew down on her forehead, lips pursing slightly as she glared across at him. She did too. “I do date!” And he could wipe that smug amusement off of his darn face. Looking at her all slow like her saying so was funny. “I do! I have one tonight.” Oh crud. Merlin. It came out of her mouth before she could help it, fleeing her lips with all the righteous indignation that the situation deserved and yet- she didn’t. Of course she didn’t. She wouldn’t have just now been telling them she did if she had. Actually, she usually avoided calling them dates even when they were. Because it was awkward. And the twins got super weird about it, like now- they’re gazes burning holes through the sides of her face as she fought looking at them and snapping for them to get over it, cheeks flaming. “I may not even need a place to stay tonight, it was just the principle of it.” Again. Verbal diarrhea. That was the problem here. She needed to just stop talking, stopper her lips and exit the situation gracefully.

He just made her so mad. Even now snorting and laughing at her declarations like they were some kind of joke when for all he knew they could be completely accurate. He had no way of knowing that there was no date to speak of- and- it just- it made her mad. And she was stupid when she was mad. Obviously. She was just going to not dig herself any deeper and let this whole thing go and he could believe whatever stupid thing he wanted. She’d have to brave the dorm. Or something. No way could she go to Scotty and Danny tonight and let him know that he’d been right- and she didn’t have--- “Oh yeah? Who with?” Oh. Oh crap. Who with? Who with. Her eyes darted between all of the boys’ faces, refusing to rest on a single one as she wracked her brain with someone who would be nice enough to cover- no, might as well be honest, lie for her on the matter. There were boys who had taken her out before and maybe one of them… her eyes landed back on Apollo and the uncomfortable anger from before returned, burning her chest as she lifted her chin just that slightest bit higher. Well forget him. “Cole.” Oh.. her fingers tightened, curling inwards towards her palms as her stomach broke out in butterflies. Cole was her friend and he was a sweetheart. Literally. He was one of the nicest guys she knew- even if he didn’t get along with the boys at this table all that well- and she was perfectly aware of that when she’d said it. Because she was stupid and she was making more stupid decisions and she had just wanted to wipe the smirk off of stupid Apollo’s face- which she had and that was great and awesome and everything else. Only now she’d have to make the lie look real. And talk to Cole and tell him… oh merlin. Her teeth scraped across her lower lip, tongue wetting it directly afterwards in a nervous pattern she really wished she could have stayed. Flubberworms she hadn’t thought this through at all. “Foster? Cole Foster?” Like there were any other Coles in the school… Okay. Big deal. She couldn’t freak out about this now. Not now. Not in front of all of them. She would just have to play this off and think about dealing with the Cole part of it later and… nope, nope, nope. Not think about it now. She didn’t need to think about it now. She threw her hair back over her shoulder, trying to look as nonchalant as possible over the whole matter even though she could still feel the residual blush just beneath her skin. “Yes, Cole Foster. So what?”

Cole abnormally handsome Foster. Cole could date any girl at this school Foster. Merlin. She could feel the press of shoulders on either side of hers, silent questions from the twins on either side and thank merlin they were silent. Thank Merlin they had at least that much sense. She wasn’t sure she could handle looking at any of the other faces at the table right now, her silent showdown with Apollo taking all of the acting ability she had- which honestly wasn’t much at all. Only she was you know- motivated. Angry. Frustrated. Indignant. Scared. She just hoped it came across in the right way.

i f i c o u l d be like that i would give anything
- - - - - - - - JUST TO LIVE ONE DAY IN THOSE SHOES IF I COULD BE LIKE THAT WHAT WOULD I DO FALLING IN I FEEL I AM FALLING IN TO THIS AGAIN- - - - - - - - - - -

THIS POST WAS WRITTEN FOR » Wildes
THERE ARE THIS MANY WORDS » 1455
THE LYRICS ARE FROM » Be Like That- 3 Doors Down
THEY ARE WEARING » link
THESE ARE MY LAST WORDS » wellllllll
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[Michael Wilde]

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“I do date!” Mikey paused in his pushing of the banana against Apollo's mouth to quick a brow. Like hell she did. She would have been in an annoying tizzy all week, and he wouldn't have had to finish his charms essay last night because she wouldn't have been forcing him to do so. Then, he could have camped out in his bed all morning and played games on his phone rather than going to class and turning the damned thing it. No. There was no way that she had a date – and kept it to herself this entire time. “I do! I have one tonight.” with a large roll of his eyes – large enough that anybody in the great hall, should they be looking, would have seen it. Whatever, he had food to eat. She wanted to lie about a date, fine, he wasn't going to be around to listen to her cry about being stood up either. He would mock her, in the morning, because she didn't have a date and was home alone all evening. “I may not even need a place to stay tonight, it was just the principle of it.” Egg/Ketchup mixture almost fell out of his mouth. Like hell? Glancing sideways to Apollo to see if this was just some sort of...soemthing, but he looked just about as disbelieving as Mikey was feeling. The twins didn't even have anything sarcastic to add to the situation.

Although, it only took half a second before everybody started laughing. At her. The red bubbling up in her face and he turned back to the disgusting plate of eggs that he had stolen from Danny, pushing the rest of the food into his mouth with a snort. “Oh yeah? Who with?” Hah. Let her squirm for being so stupid. Lying to their faces like that. Annie didn't date. She just didn't. And she certainly wasn't sexing with people. They all knew that she slept around but she was actually sleeping. Not much fun in that. See, she was panicking, if he didn't have a mouth full of food he would have been mocking her right with them. “Cole.” At least until she said that. His brows dropping – had to be the same time as Apollo and frowning around the piece of toast still sticking out of his mouth. “Foster? Cole Foster?” She was lying. Why would so go out with an ass like that? Why would he go out with her. He had more than enough people flocking behind him. Annoying in their sheiking voices. He pulled tail like he and Apollo did – at least it looked that way. Even if they were better at it. Damn it. They were. “Yes, Cole Foster. So what?” Pulling the chunk of toast from his mouth slowly, Mikey flicked the part that had the bite out of it back at the person who had started eating it before he had stolen it from in the first place. His eyes trained across the large room to find Foster, standing beside his house table. Ever present Quaffle tucked under his arm, pulled between his hands or twirling, something. He almost always had that damned thing. Yeah. Like that added up. He glanced back to Annie and shook his head, clearly disbelieving. “Yeah,” he swallowed. “Sure.” he bumped Apollo with his shoulder. “Anyway – back to talking about things that actually happen....”

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S tatus: Done. Closed.
T Mikey/Apollo/Annie/Whoever
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N otes: November.
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L yrics: Here By Me by 3 Doors Down

[Apollo Erikson]

A LONG NIGHT SPENT WITH YOUR MOST OBVIOUS WEAKNESS
Y O U A R E E V E R Y T H I N G I W A N T
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Even as a joke, as far as they went, that was a poor one. Subtext that was neither funny nor acceptable, his eyes narrowing at the way she was staring across at him like her damned angry, scrunched up face was going to change anything. She knew very well what ‘so what’ there was with her even pretending to go on a date with Foster brought. Bad enough she was friendly to the prick all the time, now to date him- even in jest? That was too far, the glare on his face deepening and he could feel it, feel the muscles stretching the skin that lay over them with the disbelief and disgust that she would even pretend such. Insulting. She was doing it to insult the lot of them, because they’d laughed at her and pointed out fact. It was commonly known that the elf didn’t really date. Saying such didn’t make them the bad guys however she wanted to pretend. Didn’t necessitate her being so idiotic. She wasn’t actually going on a date with her and no matter how friendly the asshat pretended to be with her now, when he found out that she had lied about him taking her out the fucking elf was sure to be in for her own world of trouble from that end. Not that that was the part that mattered in all of this. She was the one stupid enough to make the false claim, she could deal with the repercussions. Might even serve her right, trying to make them feel bad or whatever it was she was seeking to accomplish with this endeavor, by lying. He’d been irritated with the dwarf before. On often enough an occasion even. She had that tendency. Made too many uppity comments and tried pretending she was task master for the lot of them. Tried to throw homework and the like at them. He sniped at her often enough for it to no longer be an occasion. This however, this burning anger at the way she was throwing someone like that in the lot of their faces- even the twins. They may not have the rivalry with Foster that most Slytherins did- because he was a prick- to the entire house- but they had their own beef. At least Scott did. He thought it was Scott anyhow. And she was just shoving it at them to – make them angry? Well she succeeded. At least on his end, nostrils flaring as his eyebrows came down over the flinty-blue steel they had shifted to. She was being silly.

Sillier than normal.

And the wonder testicles were just staring- at her, and back at Apollo, then Mikey, and back again. Cycling like that they were sure to get damned cricks in their necks. Mikey- what was Mikey looking at? He followed the other man’s gaze- his own unsurprisingly narrowing further once they came in contact with the prick in question. Preening before all of his followers like he was their damned messiah. And that was what she wanted to date. Or pretend to date. Disgusting. “Yeah, Sure.” So he wasn’t the only one not falling for her ruse. Pity, she’d probably have to hide for days now that she’d been called out. Go off and cry in whatever corner it was she reserved for these matters and come back with her tail between her legs and asking forgiveness… actually that sounded just fine- fine enough that his face was evening, lips tilting up just slightly in the common smirk worn there, his shoulder leaning into the one bumping it. Because- they were onto her. And it felt much more amusing when looked at that way. She would be punished all on her own without him having to say a thing… “Anyway – back to talking about things that actually happen....” And Mikey’s opinion always did matter more to her- something about growing up with one another or some other horse shit. He didn’t bother to choke back the laugh as she scrambled back from the table, ignoring the things she’d brought with her on the table in front of her as she back peddled. Just as he’d predicted. To go run off and cry about how unfair life was and how mean they were- something that for once she wouldn’t be able to comment on without brining light to her own foolishness. Behavior like what she was trying to pull over just wasn’t tolerated, not with people of that sort. Foster. He almost snorted, watching her trip over her feet as she turned- fully prepared to turn to Mikey and make further comment on the idiocy of the entire ordeal before he noticed where her blushing form was tripping to.

She couldn’t- honestly- be heading towards Foster now? Not after what they’d just discussed- but after only a few moments of her storming off she was there, throwing her arms around him in far too friendly a greeting and forcing Apollo’s brows to dip once more with the frown that overtook his face, jaw ticking as she grinned up at the lout. She was supposed to be out of the Great Hall by now and off in her own room- girls there be damned. She was supposed to be thinking about how her actions had been unseemly and more than slightly out of line. Instead she was wrapped around Foster, with his hands wrapped around hers and talking as if it were the most normal thing in the world for the two of them. His jaw ticked more violently this time, hands dropping from whatever it was that he was about to put in his mouth- “That bitch,” leaving his lips with both surprise and censure, for the first time unsure if he were speaking of the elf or the ass. Turning to Mikey with raised brows. Because he had to be seeing what was happening wrong. Or something. Because this? This was not going to end well.

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[Annette Andres]

why can't t h a t b e me
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Her sense of bravado was quickly fading, the panic and fear over what it was she was trying to pull off as fact barely contained within her chest, heart slamming away at her ribs because- oh, Merlin- this was a really, really awful idea. Of the worst sort. Cole was her friend. At least, she figured they were friends? He was always friendly to her and he didn’t mind sitting with her even when she wasn’t really talking about anything important. And he was… well, he was very handsome. In a very noticeable way. Not the sort that crept up on you after a good deal of time spent with him, although she suspected that him being so nice didn’t do much in the way of hurting things on that scale- he was just. Cole Foster. A big name. Girls fawned over him almost as much as they did Mikey and that was a darn feat in this school. And he was a pureblood, who didn’t seem to look down on her any for her choice of friends or the fact that her family wasn’t anywhere near as respected a name as his these years. Her fingers picked at the ends of her sleeves, frown on her face growing as both of the boys looked beyond her to what she didn’t dare turn to check. Because she couldn’t. She was afraid that if she looked away from Apollo, even with his eyes not on her currently, that she’d lose her nerve. That she’d break down and confess that she didn’t really have a date and admit how stupid all of this was- but it wasn’t. She put up with a lot from them. From every boy at this table even the twins. Because she loved them and they were her friends and that was just what you did. They were family. She was talked over and talked down to on the regular. Not that they treated her badly. That wasn’t- wasn’t the point. It was the fact that they all just assumed- assumed and expected it to be truth and for her to just let something go and she was angry. She was still angry over it and she didn’t like the way that it made her chest tight or her palms seemingly itch. Angry and guilty and confused and nervous. A mixture that she really, really didn’t like one bit. Apollo seemed somewhat less angry as his eyes connected back with her, his lips twitching up but it was the voice at his side that finally had her head turning, brows furrowing at the way in which the words were delivered. “Yeah, sure.” Like it wasn’t possible for her to have a date and especially not one with Cole Foster….

Her stomach twisted, hurt coming like bile up the back of her throat as she stared at Mikey, eyes rounding in her face with the tears she really, really didn’t want to shed in front of the lot of them. Yeah, sure. Like it was no big deal. Like she wasn’t worth a date with the boy. Which. She wasn’t the prettiest. Obviously. And she wasn’t the thinnest. Or the most popular. She didn’t excel at anything that would make people take notice of her. And she knew that. She was just this side of average with talents that really amounted to nothing and it was reaffirmed to her on the daily basis of her course- and she knew it. She knew it- but hearing it from his mouth with such dismissal. His mouth out of everyone else at this table… Her heart felt like it was splintering. “Anyway – back to talking about things that actually happen....” Breaking within her chest and she didn’t know how many times he did this to her. How many times a month he made her feel like she was no more than the books he never really wanted to study anyways and only did so on rare occasion- but the feeling was so normal that … so accepted… her hands broke apart, pushing against the edge of the table forcefully as she shook the twins off of either side of her- wiggled her way from beneath arms that were trying to pull her half-heartedly back down and stumbled off of the bench- barely looking down at what she had left- her too wide eyes still on Mikey as she tripped back a step, turning on her heel and fleeing. Away from them. Away from their words and their ridiculous desire to tear her down when she’d already had such a bad morning to begin with- only. Only. There was always an only because half of the time they didn’t even know. Oblivious like they were. And she knew that it was her lie- but for once she just wanted… wanted to make them see that she wasn’t just… plain old Annie. That she wasn’t ‘raggetyannie’… and the body standing at the end of the table off to the side of the room- head thrown back laughing. That was-....

Oh this was so stupid. She shouldn’t have veered off of her course and headed towards him because she didn’t even know what it was she was going to say but she was heading towards him, barely pausing when she came up off-center him to throw her arms around him like she normally did when she ran into him- although this time it was her seeking him out and this time it was with just a bit more force behind it, her arms wrapping around his waist as he cut off whatever he’d been saying to pull back just slightly, his hands going to either of hers and she swore for a moment he was going to help her detangle herself which was fine and normal- but his hands stayed where they were, curling about hers and holding them were they were- skin pressed into hers and she blushed. Couldn’t stop the red that stole across her cheekbones as she looked up at him, craning her neck back to grin at his hello and repeat her own. “Hey.” Subdued somewhat and very aware that they were standing in a group of his people with her arms still around him. That was… well. He was warm. Merlin. “Can I talk to you for a second?” Guilty. He was so nice and she felt… guilty.

i f i c o u l d be like that i would give anything
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[Cole Foster]

“No. You're cracked.”
”Not cracked, there's not color on that team, not a start anyway, it's why they suck.”
“Bulgarian. They are bulgarian”
”No brothers in bulgaria?”
“I'm sure there are but....”
"There's not a single one of them on that team, who's hiney I wouldn't bite”

Cole's laughter was forced through his nose. Uncomfortable but it was hilarious. That was one way to break up the tension of Joseph's insane ramblings that had no grounds on anything. The team sucked , because they sucked. No matter of coaching or anything else was going to make it any better. Even if they replaced the whole thing, their fans had turned on them, there was no recovering the team. No matter if they had won the World Cup seven years ago or not, it was still a fact that they sucked now, and it was done. Joseph was wrong. He needed to just sit in his wrongness instead of turning it into something else, and they all knew, from that giant smile on his face that he was joking...mostly just because he loved getting the funny looks from the people around them. Cole was standing, beside the great hall table that housed all of the rest of the breakfast eating Gryffindors, but this was one of their off days, which meant that eating needed to be restricted. It wasn't like he was hungry anyway. He just liked watching everybody else and making fun of them. Being near people that he liked. “I don't think, that they were looking to be sexually objectified....” He clapped Tandy on the shoulder and turned to Bax “I mean, do you want to go pro just to be hit on by tons and tons of women?” Well, he was asking the wrong person, of course he would. “Just...seems like a lot of work to me,” ”Yeah well not all of us can flex our shirts off” Cole bounced the ball off of Joseph's chest, his nose crinkling. He caught the ball as it ricocheted backward, and he didn't even notice the person coming up behind him. Jumping slightly at the physical contact he wasn't expecting.

Hands. Those were hands. Cole wasn't unused to people just coming up and touching him. It was something that happened a fairly usual amount in that he...tended to garner the attention of people around him. He was touched often and normally, he didn't much care for it. He was a person just like anybody else, no matter how well his bone structure had been comprised in utero. He liked his personal space, so whenever those tiny hands wrapped around his person, he turned, curious as to who was touching him, his arm lifting the Quaffle he had been holding up above his head until he saw who it was. Annie. That was...unexpected. Cole's brow raised but he didn't push her away, he considered her a friend. She never made him feel like she was just, wanting things from him like most others. His hand moved to her forearm, rubbing against her skin to let her know she was welcome to stay, normally she announced herself so tried to just sit quietly while checking over his homework. She was sweet like that. Pinning the Quaffle to the table with his hip, he shifted so his other hand could reach around to hold her in a strange sort of hug, arching his body as she spoke. Softly, like she didn't want the others around them to hear. For whatever reason. “Hey.” “Hey,” he echoed, returning her nervous smile with a genuine one of his own. “Can I talk to you for a second?” He nodded, removing his arm from behind her and tossing the Quaffle into the air, and catching it again, spinning in the same movement. His bent leg dropping from the bench it had been resting on to walk backward, looping his arm around her as they headed out of the great hall. “You want to tell me what that was all about?”

-Continued in Other thread.

[Michael Wilde]

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Normally this was the part where she left, and everybody left at the table behind her knew that she was just being stupid, and then it should have been over. Everybody here knew that. Only she wasn't leaving the great hall like she was supposed to...she was turning to head to the other table. Mikey glanced over in the direction of Apollo – looking for something, anything to indicate just what the hell she thought that she was doing? Only the man seemed to be just as confused as he was. Frowning in clear disapproval and he might have just lost his appetite. Almost. Even the twins had stopped their jostling of one another as they rotated their heads in unison to see what was happening. It might not have seemed like anything, to anybody else in this entire hall, but it was a big deal to those seated at this particular section of table. Suspended in motion, the lot of them. Half chewed food clearly visible in Mikey's mouth. “That bitch,” He couldn't even bring himself to correct Apollo for his word choices because he was equally as shocked. Turning to him, Apollo was looking to him and Mikey didn't have an answer, he had no explanation. This was stupid, she was going to get all worked up and blubbery over this and he wasn't going to listen to it. She wasn't going to come crawling into his dorm later tonight all full of apologies, he wasn't going to have it. No sympathy for her whenever she tried to apologize to Apollo tomorrow morning whenever she realized that there wasn't any room saved for her at this table. She brought this on herself, the way she was looping her arms around that pile of dung....and leaving. Leaving. She was leaving, and food might have just fallen out of his open mouth. She had gotten up, and walked across the room like the little traitor that she was. He was mostly fine with her talking to people of all houses but this? This was crossing a line. Couldn't she see that? This was somebody who on an opposing team, and openly opposed every single person in their house and all that they were for just about no reason whatsoever. Mikey's hand raised, coming down in a swift motion that put his fork nearly all the way through his metal plate to the table, only just. Choking down the food in his mouth bitterly and chugging far too much liquid. “Fuck this. My date's happening now.” Standing abruptly and pointing his finger at the girl he had the date arranged for tonight he motioned her closer, and moved to leave the great all, putting her under his arm as soon as she was within reach, there were places he could be, too.

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S tatus: Done
T Mikey/Apollo/Annie/Whoever
O utfit: idk. something.
N otes: November. Closed
C redit: template by Marv of A Thousand Fireflies
L yrics: Here By Me by 3 Doors Down