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Post by karlee on Jun 18, 2012 23:16:09 GMT -5
Karlee hated being ditched. She really really hated it. She hadn't ever really been stood up before, but she was pretty sure what had happened the previous week with Emmett could count as being stood up. The fact that she thought there was something between them was ripping her up inside now. You didn't just ask somebody on a date and then up and leave in the middle of it. She was still fuming over it. She couldn't be sure if she was more hurt or pissed over the fact though. She thought he was a sweet guy, a little unpredictable, but sweet nonetheless. And she was starting to fall for him. She had been, anyways. She was furious now, though. The quick temper thing was definitely evident.
However, at this point in time, she was completely trashed. Alcohol did that to people. She didn't have a care in the world. Mingling with the crowd and all. It was about eight PM at this point. She was wasted, as she usually got at these parties. This was one of those parties where she came too just looking to get drunk, not for anything else. However dancing was not out of the question. At the current point in time, she was dancing with a guy. It was a guy she didn't know, but he was cute, nonetheless. Anything to get her mind off everything. She didn't even care at this point about much of anything. There was no drink in her hand at this point. There had been one, but even while drunk, she knew never to take a drink out of a cup you set down at a party. There could be rufies in it or something.
Wearing heels automatically became ten times harder when you where drunk. She stumbled a bit, but not falling, into the kitchen, where there where more people mingling. A couple was making out in a corner of the kitchen. She just rolled her eyes and opened the fridge, stumbling back a step as she did, before grabbing a bottle of beer. They at least splurged for the good stuff. This was a collage party, and they where usually better than the high school hosted ones. She was supposed to be in twelfth grade, but failing the eleventh grade hindered that. She walked back out into the living room, and leaned up against a wall. It was a ways away from the crowd, but she would only be here for a moment. She popped the top off the beer and took a drink of it. When she brought the drink down, she noticed a guy, who was probably pretty close to as intoxicated as she was, lean against the wall next to her. He started talking to her, nothing serious, but she turned to face him, and engaged in conversation with him. Damn, he was pretty good looking. She wasn't really paying much attention to what he was saying, however. The thought was brooding at the back of her mind that she couldn't be flirting with other guys, even though that wasn't true. Why she felt that way? She couldn't exactly explain.
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Post by EMMETT HIKARU NAKAMURA on Jun 19, 2012 1:15:33 GMT -5
Emmett felt like dirt. Actually, lower than dirt. He felt like he went to hell and back. This was actually a step up for him, considering he was usually an unemotional person, and if he did something wrong to somebody he didn't care, because he was that kind of guy.
But this time was different. He had no intentions of standing up Karlee on their date, but he could tell she felt otherwise every time they passed by each other at the Academy and he'd try to explain to her. But what could Emmett say? "Oh, hey, sorry about our date, I passed out in the middle of the crowd"? The only two people who knew about his panic attacks were Kai and Isabella, his best friends. The school nurse as well, but that was obvious. Emmett's panic attacks had reduced greatly since the first year, but he figured because of that, this attack was much worse. Usually he'd be able to control himself long enough to escape, but this came so quick and out of the blue, he had no time to react when he felt the pains in his chest.
For the past week, Emmett felt nothing but guilt. It wouldn't help that Karlee would barely look at him; it hurt, as if someone was tearing his insides out. He never meant to hurt her, never meant to ditch her on their date, and he sure as hell never meant to faint. Let's just say Emmett was more than confused when he woke up at the Academy in the medical wing. Apparently one of the students was there when it happened and brought him back to the Academy by taxi. Emmett guessed he was thankful, but when he took one look outside at the setting sun, he nearly freaked out and ran back to Maple Hallow, that is until the nurse stopped him. It also didn't help that Emmett started getting dizzy from the blood rush. While laying in the hospital bed, he wondered what Karlee was feeling at the moment. Emmett wanted to tell her everything, that it was a misunderstanding, but they barely know each other. How could Emmett feel comfortable sharing his life trauma?
Tossing and turning in his bed, he knew he couldn't sleep that night. Not again, anyways. He's stayed up most of his nights , giving him dark circles that made him look like a lovesick zombie. And so Emmett got up, putting on jeans and a sweater and headed out. It was way past curfew and he knew that there were most likely security guards patrolling, so he knew better than to wander the Academy grounds. Instead, he slipped outside of the gates, and headed towards the place he dreaded most: Maple Hollow. The walk there was rather safe. Well, safe from crowds anyways. Safe from potential rapers/muggers? Well, Emmett wasn't too sure about that but if he were to encounter one, he wouldn't hesitate to shock them to a crisp.
Going in no particular direction, Emmett lifted his head to the sky. It was rather quiet, but he could faintly hear the cheers of people and obnoxiously loud music. Out of curiosity, Emmett started walking towards it, realizing it was just a party for college kids. He rolled his eyes and was about to head the opposite direction, when he heard a voice call out his name. Emmett turned his head, realizing it was one of the Academy graduates. He nodded his head and was about to walk away again, when they were suddenly up in his face. "Emmett! What are you doing here? I didn't think you were the partying type!" Emmett stayed quiet. The dude was pretty drunk and the smell of his breath was proof of it. "C'mon, let's go, I'll introduce you to everybody." Emmett froze, opening his mouth to refuse, but he was already in the graduate's crushing grip. "I was about to go home, actually," Emmett said coldly, but the graduate ignored him, opening the door with a big bang and slurred/shouted out, "Everyone! This is Emmett!" A few people turned to look at him and Emmett just glared. Shaking out of the graduate's grasp, he turned to leave, but a blue-eyed blond girl caught his eye. "Karlee..." He was about to walk towards her when he noticed she was talking to another guy. Emmett didn't know why, but his blood started to boil. Strolling up to the two, Emmett stood in front of the guy, his eyes pleading. He could tell she was drunk, and he ripped the drink from her hands and put it on the nearby table. "Karlee, we need to talk." He glanced over his shoulder at the guy, narrowing his eyes, before grabbing Karlee's wrist and pulling her upstairs.
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Post by karlee on Jun 19, 2012 15:14:53 GMT -5
Karlee always promised herself she wasn't going to let herself get close to anybody. Not close enough to actually care if they left. She had very few people she even let close enough to her to feel that. She didn't want to. It was way too painful for stuff like that. Unfortunatly for some people, Karlee was great at holding a grudge. She did not forgive easily. She didn't do it on purpose, but she did it to protect herself. The more angry she convinced herself she was at said person, the less it hurt when they where out of her life for good.
Emmett was that person this time. She had seen him a few times at school, but tried not to look at him. It hurt. She couldn't figure out why he had stood her up like that. She knew she wasn't relationship material, she was just one night stand material. The thing she had always known about herself. He said there was going to be another time - but there wasn't going to be. Was it because I didn't sleep with him? That was the thought that was constantly nagging at her. She didn't usually go out on dates. It was usually just drunken one night stands at parties, and that was about as far as anything went. Was she proud of it? Of course not. But at the same time, it helped her keep the walls she built around her heart up.
Karlee heard the yell, where somebody said 'Hey this is Emmett!' but she didn't look. She knew that her Emmett wouldn't come here. He had mentioned that he was not really the type to party. However, that train of thought was shattered when he was standing in front her a moment later. The guy she had been standing with caught Emmett's glare, and was too drunk to even protest. "What the fuck do you want?" She hissed as he ripped the drink from her hand. She narrowed her eyes slightly and held his gaze for a moment. Her words where slurred, and it was more than obvious she was quite intoxicated, but she really didn't want to talk to Emmett. Hell, he was the reason she felt like this right now.
"We d'not need to talk. You need to leave" She slurred, but followed him as he pulled her up the stairs. Not without throwing out a few rude and sarcastic comments. She was a little firecracker all the time, but when she was drunk it was about ten times worse. Once they got up the stairs, she regained her balance on the heels she was wearing and folded her arms across her chest. "I don't want to talk to you." She said, gritting her teeth a little bit. Her eyes were not as bright as usual, and obviously un amused. "Unless you want to explain to me why the hell you just. You know. Left without a damn word." She shrugged her shoulders a little bit, before taking a couple steps back and leaning back against the wall. She wasn't going to admit that she couldn't walk - let alone stand - well in heels when she was drunk. She was more than surprised she had made it up the stairs.
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Post by EMMETT HIKARU NAKAMURA on Jun 21, 2012 0:24:44 GMT -5
Emmett was the type of guy to think romance and anything involved with it was stupid. The feelings, the make-ups and the break-ups, the broken hearts--everything. He wasn't a social guy to begin with, and if someone believe Emmett wrong them, then the relationship itself was over. Emmett would have no desire to try to mend something that was already broken, so why bother? Being able to build up walls was his greatest trait (at least he believed it was) because it prevented him from getting hurt from unnecessary factors in his life. This is mostly the reason why he only let in a few people--that including Karlee, even though at the time he didn't know it. But with the way this whole situation turned out, he could just tell. Emmett never felt so guilty about anything in his life, and with the big, blue eyes that had once looked at him with such brightness, now looking at him with resentment and betrayal--he felt like he just earned himself the title of the biggest jerk in the world. And before he met Karlee, that title probably wouldn't have affected him.
Out of habit, Emmett glared as Karlee snapped at him. She was obviously drunk, but he could only imagine how angry she was at the moment. Taking a deep breath, his face softened. Emmett decided to stay silent this time because he was sure it was because of him that Karlee was like this. "You don't know what you're saying. You're drunk," he said, pointing out the obvious as he dragged her up the stairs. Emmett received a few stares along the way, but as always, he glared, because he was not in the mood to think about any potential rumors spreading. Besides, at this point he didn't care anymore. All Emmett cared about was to get Karlee to understand, which seemed impossible due to her being drunk and him being an overly prideful jerk.
Now with Karlee standing right in front of him, he had no idea what to say to her. Emmett's lips searched for words to say and his mind was fleeting, but no words were coming out. He sighed, frustrated, and he ran his fingers through his hair. "You don't have to talk to me, just...listen to me, okay?" Emmett looked at her, his eyes slightly pleading before he looked down. This was a lot harder than he imagined it to be and it was obvious she was holding grudges against him when she talked again. Well, it's not like Emmett could really blame her. "It's..." he trailed off, his frustration growing. "It's complicated," Emmett opted for. He sighed again, a quick an angry burst of air. He wanted to so desperately tell her the reasons, but Emmett just couldn't find any words to tell her. So he stayed silent, his eyes searching hers. "You're drunk." Emmett repeated, suddenly growing angry and defensive. "You're drunk, so why would it make a difference if I told you?"
Emmett then turned, his eyes cold and distant, as it had been when they first met. This phobia of his wasn't just some small fear he gained over the years--it was his life trauma. The reason why he was like this today. The reason why he blocked out people, why he isolated himself, and why he just said fuck the world. And if Karlee couldn't accept that, then to hell with it--but in the back of his mind he knew that wasn't true. She had him by the collar and she was pulling him in deeper; into a place he was both frightened and allured by. There was no way he could turned back now.
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Post by karlee on Jun 21, 2012 23:21:19 GMT -5
If Karlee hadn't been drunk, this would have been easier. She would have been more understanding. She would have been more willing to talk to him. However, she was used to being drug up the stairs for one thing, and at this point, she didn't really want to do that. "You don't get to tell me what I am." She nearly hissed at him. Although, albeit, she really was drunk. But did she want to be told she was drunk? No, not really. Not by him anyways. She wasn't even sure her grudge was worth holding. Maybe if it hadn't been for the fact that she had been falling pretty hard core for him, it wouldn't have happened. She wouldn't admit that though, not now anyways. No, in her mind, he lost that chance. She never did that, she never fell for guys that way. The only guy she ever had on her mind all the time was her dog.
She was biting at the inside of her cheek a bit in irritation. Karlee was one of those people that when she was irritated it was extremely noticeable. Especially when she was drunk, and everything she did was exaggerated. She was not a light weight, when it came to beer she could drink it forever. However, somebody had broken out the whiskey, and it didn't take much of that to make her pass out. "Fine. I am listening." She said, her arms folded across her chest. She couldn't help but soften her gaze a little bit when he looked at her. She didn't do it on purpose though. It was more of a reaction. If she could have kept up her hard gaze she would of. However, it came back when he simply said 'its complicated.' "So you drug me up here for "It's complicated?"
She scoffed a little bit, and bit at her lip again in irritation. When he got angry and defensive, she felt her anger level rise also. She narrowed her eyes for a moment. She felt like there was literally fire rising in the pit of her stomach. "You knew I was drunk to begin with! So why the fuck did you bring me up here then?" She took a moment to breathe, before almost forcefully as she could shoving him backwards. "Unless you where just expecting to get laid, you little asshole." Her eyes where fiery again. She wasn't happy, and she was chewing frivolously at the inside of her lip. She shot him a quick glare, before shoving past him back towards the door. Though she managed to stumble sideways, and land on the bed. "God damn it." She mumbled, and sat on the edge of the bed and cupped her face in her hands for a minute. "I think it would be easier if you just left Emmett." Her words where almost a growl. It was almost hard for her to admit to herself, that she was really on the verge of tears. Probably mostly alcohol induced, but still. That, and she wanted to smack him so hard across the face he'd lose teeth. But she refrained.
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Post by EMMETT HIKARU NAKAMURA on Jun 23, 2012 2:44:20 GMT -5
"You're right. I don't have the right to tell you what you are, but it's already obvious." He sent a stern gaze at her. It was completely obvious he was drunk because Emmett had the feeling if she was sober, she wouldn't let him drag her up the stairs so easily. Emmett briefly smiled at that thought, but when he looked at Karlee again, it quickly faded. He could only imagine what she was feeling right now. He knew if he was the one stood up, he wouldn't even look at Karlee. Knowing that she was probably just playing around with his feelings? Another chord of guilt was struck, and he mentally kicked himself. Emmett never had the intention of hurting her from the moment he asked her out on the date. But when he did, Emmett felt like the wort traitor in the world. He had her feelings for him hanging by a thread, and in the midst of these needles, it stung more knowing that he'd probably lost it for good.
Emmett never touched alcohol. Never saw the appeal to it--thought it was just a temporary escape for problems. So now, standing here in front of Karlee, drunk as she was, made him realize that this was her mistake. She did this to herself so she could escape him--even if it was for just a moment. "I'm sorry," he said, his voice so quiet that it could barely be heard over the blasting music. After seeing her eyes softening, he let his guard down and stepped closer, but did nothing after that. It was a fleeting moment of vulnerability on his part, and his eyes hardened quickly afterwards. If she heard his apology, she heard it. Otherwise... "I dragged you up here so you'd get away from that drunk ass," Emmett snapped, referring to guy that tried talking her up. They were both drunk as hell, and if Emmett hadn't come to this party, he could only imagine what would've happened--and that made his blood boil in jealousy. As if he had any right.
He was speechless as Karlee shoved him, and disgusted when she said his intentions were for sex. "For sex?" Emmett repeated incredulously. He scoffed, his eyes humorless and cold. "Well I'm glad you think of me so fondly," he shot back, his tone heavy with sarcasm. Emmett took her by the shoulders, his eyes searching hers, and reassured her, "I'm not like those guys," he said, referring to the guys downstairs. "Sex is the last thing on my mind." Emmett stared into her eyes for a brief moment, then let go of her. If Karlee believed him, then great. Because it was the whole and honest truth.
Emmett watched as she stumbled into the nearest room. He wouldn't laughed out of total endearment if it wasn't because of the current situation. Instead he followed after her because of worry, but stopped at the doorway. Emmett watched her for that one minute, being completely silent. What could he say to make things right? When Karlee finally spoke, he held his breath in anticipation, but instead recoiled back when she told him to leave. Emmett felt himself become angry, almost saying words he would've regret, but the tears that suddenly began sprouting in Karlee's eyes were like a trigger to him. And in two quick strides after closing the door, he was right in front of Karlee. Emmett kneeled down in front of her, his eyes down at the floor. He was stupid. He was letting his pride interfere with something that had the potential to be one of the most important things in his life. And so Emmett hesitantly took one of her hands, and this time, loud and clear, said, "I'm sorry."
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Post by karlee on Jun 23, 2012 21:17:10 GMT -5
She didn't even really understand what she was saying when in this state. She just sort of scoffed at his comment. "So what." Good job, Karlee. That was a genius come back. No, not really, actually. Her brain wasn't functioning to the point of working at the moment. She wasn't sure Emmett understood how much it hurt that he had just left. Sure, it was just a date, it might not have meant anything to him. She, however, felt like it left a scar. She wasn't clingy by any means, but she did let herself start to get attatched to Emmett. And that was her first mistake. She heard him say something, but didn't hear it, and was too upset to figure out what he said. If it was important he would have said it louder.
His next comment really made her feel angry. The fact that he was getting snappy made the whole thing worse. "I don't need you to come save me, Emmett." Her words sounded almost like a hiss. Of course if he hadn't, it probably would have been that guy who would have been dragging her up the stairs. She was too prideful to admit that, though. Something similar they shared. Both of them where too full of pride to admit that they where wrong. Karlee shouldn't have said some of the things she said, but being drunk, she didn't realize what she was saying. "I'm not helpless, you know." Her voice was a little bit more a mumble now. Truth was, she almost was helpless when she was in this state.
It was quite obvious at this point that Karlee was angry. Not just angry that he had shown up, but angry that he wouldn't tell her why. He did have a point though. There was no point in telling her when she was this drunk. Save, she wasn't drunk enough to black out, but she was drunk enough to have her judgement clouded. She was not surprised at his response, however, the heavy sarcasm he used was also not surprising. "Maybe if you gave me a reason to think otherwise." She nearly hissed. When Emmett grabbed her shoulders, her bright blue eyes locked on his. At this, she should have pulled away. She should have moved. But she just couldn't. Even though she was telling herself she was mad at him, he still made her speechless. "Isn't that what they all say?" Her voice was quiet, but she kept her glazed over eyes locked on his, before he let her go. However, she did believe him. He was probably the first guy who had shown interest in her, without trying to get into her pants first. Hell, he hadn't even tried to kiss her first.
She probably looked ridiculous. She would feel like it in the morning, anyways. By the time her hang over was in full swing. The possibility of not going home that night was growing greater and greater. Once she stumbled into the other room, she just wanted to go to sleep. However, all drunk people wanted to sleep when the excitement died down, didn't it? Emmett, however, brought the excitement back by following her. They say that drunk words are sober thoughts, so the tears that where welling up in the corners of Karlee's eyes where not something she ever would have shown if she was sober. She forced herself not to look up at him as he knelt down in front of her. And then, he took her hand. She should have pulled away, or smacked him, or something more like her, but she didn't. Her muscles just felt kind of limp and she closed her eyes to try to stop the couple of tears that now streamed down her cheek. She was slightly shocked by his apology, and opened her eyes to look at him, even though he was looking at the floor. "You should be." She replied, before taking her other hand and placing it over the top of his. "You can't fuck with somebodies emotions like that, you know." Her voice was quiet, and dropped her eyes to also look at the floor. "I really was starting to like you. A lot." Again, something she never would have admitted while sober. Her words where quiet, but not as badly slurred as they where before. She moved her eyes back up, and searched for his for a moment. "Do you promise you won't ever do that again?" Her voice was small, and sounded almost pathetic. However, she figured that in the morning she would regret this conversation - if she remembered it.
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Post by EMMETT HIKARU NAKAMURA on Jun 25, 2012 0:48:50 GMT -5
Emmett rolled his eyes. "And this is confirmation. Sober Karlee would've had a better comeback," he pointed out, not sure if he should tone his voice jokingly or seriously, so he opted for emotionless. Either way, the point would be made, but what for? Just confirming the fact that this was all Emmett's fault? He closed his eyes a for brief second and let out a sigh, the clench inside his chest making it hard to breathe. Emmett didn't know about Karlee's feelings for him--if she even has any feelings for him anymore--so he could only imagine how much pain she had to be in to get drunk. And it only got worse hearing her tell him how much she'd rather not see him and seeing the look in her eye. It was resentment towards him, and that was the last thing Emmett wanted her to feel.
He scoffed, laughing humorlessly. "I wanted to," he said, his voice strained. It was a hard thing to admit--but just the thought of her going off with that ass...Emmett took a deep breath to calm himself, running his fingers through his hair. There really wasn't any use to convince Karlee when she was this drunk, but Emmett just felt compelled to. He desperately needed her to understand, but he didn't know why himself. "You're. Drunk." Emmett repeated again for what felt like the hundredth time. Karlee wasn't helpless? Ha. "Saying you're not helpless is like saying the world is flat." Emmett stared into her eyes, as if it'd make her sober, as if it'd turn back time, as if it depended on his life--fleeting thoughts ran through his mind, and without thinking his lips slipped, "If I hadn't come in when I did, what would you have done with that guy?" He didn't lift his eyes from Karlee's, bracing himself for the answer. He could tell it was one that he wouldn't like--and that made him feel more protective than he should be.
Emmett didn't know what to think, let alone say. So he settled for, "Wow," and left it at that. This was equivalent to what Karlee was probably feeling right now. How could she think his only intentions with her were for sex? He could feel the stinging sensation from head to toe--was that what she thought of him? This probably hurt more than it should've, so when she stared back into his eyes, Emmett didn't move a single inch. He wanted her to understand. Wanted her to understand he didn't intend on skipping out on her, didn't use her in hopes of sex, and sure as hell wanted Karlee to understand his feelings for her. But Emmett guessed that was too much to ask for. "I'm not like all the others," Emmett simply stated. "Don't group me in with those fuckers." His voice was soft and gentle, still looking into Karlee's eyes. It disturbed him a little. What had Karlee experienced for her to think that any guy that showed interest in her wanted sex? He clenched his fist at the thought of it.
At any other situation than this, Emmett would be looking at Karlee like she was the most amusing thing in the world. Her stumbling, slurring the words, and the lack of "Karlee"-ness with her comebacks. But it wasn't, and he looked on with guilt and worry. This all happened because of him. Because of his selfish pride and guarded up walls. Quite frankly, Emmett was scared. He'd never experienced anything like this--the girl, the feelings, and the guilt. It all happened to fast; and that was exactly why he was scared. He got too comfortable too fast, and that just meant that they'd disappear from his life sooner. It's happened before, so much that he's gotten immune to it. But with Karlee, he didn't want to be. These raw feelings for her were stripping him down. Emmett was vulnerable.
In all honesty, Emmett expected Karlee to push him away or at least smacked him. He would've deserved it and accept it without any complaints or backlashes; because he knew that he was the one causing this pain, so it was safe to say it was an understatement to say he was surprised when she placed her hand on his. It was warm and he sighed at the contact. It was like a silent forgiving, and Emmett looked up into Karlee's eyes. "I know," he admitted, his voice as quiet as hers, his fingers brushing along Karlee's skin. Her eyes dropped to floor and his eyes followed, freezing for a second as she admitted she liked him. Emmett's chest clenched again in guilt and he stayed silent. His lips opened and closed, trying to say something but just couldn't. Emmett never was a person to easily say what he was thinking, so he reached up with his other hand, lifting her chin up with his fingers so their eyes would lock as she spoke again. "I promise I won't," Emmett whispered. "I promise." And gently, as not to startle her, placed his lips on hers.
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Post by karlee on Jun 28, 2012 0:22:15 GMT -5
That was something Karlee hadn't expected to hear. Drunk or not, she didn't expect somebody to admit to wanting to come and 'rescue' her. Even though she wasn't really in any danger. "Why?" She almost choked out, without meaning to. Did it matter why he wanted to? She wasn't really in the right state of mind to be thinking about that right now, as it was. Although, at his next comments, she narrowed her eyes a little bit. "I've been on my own my whole life, Emmett, I know how to take care of myself." The slight hint of a hiss was still evident as she spoke, however, it wasn't cruel. Her eyes where softer than they where, but the irritation was still there. She didn't need anybody to protect her, or so she would keep telling herself. She held her eyes on his as he asked her the next question, and didn't waver. "And why would I tell you that?"
Karlee didn't think Emmett was a bad guy at all. In fact, he was much different than all the other guy's she had met. All the relationships she'd ever had where all sexual, and Emmett hadn't even tried that. He seemed genuinly interested in her for her, not for her sex, but she was too blind - and drunk - to realize that. Had she been sober, she never would have made that accusation towards him. She couldn't - because she had nothing to back it up. At all. "Fine, I won't group you with them." She clenched her jaw a little bit and dropped her gaze from his, her voice quiet. "I'm sorry." It really wasn't him, but that was all she knew. All through growing up, that was how she knew all guys to be. All guy's wanted was sex, they didn't want any type of meaningful relationship.
Karlee couldn't explain why she didn't push him away, or rebel against his touch. Maybe because way in the back of her sober mind she knew that she had over reacted. That he was probably one of the best things to ever walk into her life. Or rather, she fell right over the top of one of the best things to ever happen in her life. She couldn't be sure, but she could feel the heat, the electricity. That very well could have been the mixture of fire and electricity between them, but she didn't think it would be so strong if there wasn't something there between them. She also sighed when he did. She couldn't hold a grudge forever, especially not with him. Not now, anyways. Not with him right there, being so sweet and stuff.
She let him lift her chin to meet his eyes, and felt her breath hitch in her throat. Again she found herself almost unable to speak. But then again, she didn't really need to. "Good." She muttered, at his first promise, before feeling her heart rate speed up. When he pressed his lips against hers she felt the sparks, the electricity, the heat, all over again, but stronger than it was before. She pressed back against him, and moved her hand to the side of his neck, as if she was trying to hold him there. Finally. She thought to herself, before parting her lips a little bit, to deepen the kiss. After a moment, she pulled away, smiling a little as she pressed her forehead against his. Her bright blue eyes searched his for a moment. "Should we maybe go to sleep, and talk about this in the morning?" She didn't want to say it was because she was drunk, and wanted to discuss it while sober, but also because her head was spinning.
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Post by EMMETT HIKARU NAKAMURA on Jul 1, 2012 4:24:02 GMT -5
A stream of light shone through the cracks of the blinds, causing Emmett to stir in his sleep. After a brief moment, he turned over and opened his eyes, squinting into the light that interrupted him from his deep sleep. Emmett shifted over again, his eyes now wide open, and blinked once before realizing that this was not his dorm. He almost was sent into panic mode until he shifted again, touching something warm and breathing--and that was when all the events from last night played through his mind like a movie, and he turned his head slightly to see one of the best things in his life to happen, sleeping quietly. A soft smile spread on his lips as he watched Karlee sleep. She looked so--innocent. Peaceful; like nothing in the world could disturb her. Emmett hesitantly lifted his hand, gently caressing her cheek for a few seconds, before his eyes dropped down to her lips. Oh, that feeling when they first kissed--it was still on his own. The heat, the electricity...he smiled again as the scene replayed in his mind, the feeling deep inside his stomach.
Last night was...strange, to say the least. It was something that made Emmett so out of character--so angry seeing Karlee waste herself and it was all because of him. He still wasn't sure if he was forgiven. Hell, Karlee was drunk last night and she probably forgot most of it, but he knew that the feelings were still there. He just felt like he was let off a bit too easily. Especially with what he had done, and not even being able to explain to her. This vulnerability of his...it hurt. It consumed his life. It was what made him make her like this in the first place...it was his life trauma. What more could he say? Emmett and Karlee barely knew each other; he wasn't afraid to admit that. But he found himself being way too comfortable around her way too fast, and it scared him. Scared him at the thought of losing her because of his petty pride of a thunder and simply because he didn't like showing off his weaknesses--not to her, because she was one of the few good things that walked into his life.
And so he continued to watch her sleep, a smile of endearment on his face at every small movement and facial expression she made. Emmett wasn't sure if he was excited or frightened to have Karlee wake up--so for now, he'll enjoy the peace and quiet in their small, sweet bubble of morning bliss.
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Post by karlee on Jul 5, 2012 23:38:39 GMT -5
The morning was always the worst part of these things. Karlee hated it. She could see the faint light through her eye lids, but couldn't find the energy to roll over away from the light. However, it was faint, like there was something blocking it. After a moment, it was totally blocked, but she couldn't find the energy again, to open her eyes. She was still tired, and she could feel the hang over. It wasn't as bad as it probably would have been if she had dranken much more, but the blurry events from the night before remained as she remembered her drink being ripped from her hands. Not something she had appreciated, but the mood of the night lightened as it went on. She remembered Emmett being there, and there where a few things she remembered.
Like the kiss - she remembered that. At least the feeling of it. It was different. It wasn't lustful or anything. It was genuine. She could remember the heat, the faint hint of passion that lingered. She wasn't really expecting to feel a hand on her cheek, but she was still mostly asleep, so she didn't really move. However, she did curl up a little more into the person who was next to her. The fuzzy part of her brain was reminding her that it was Emmett, but she couldn't find the anger that she should have had towards him. Not anymore, it was like that was ancient history. She sighed a little bit loudly in her sub conscience state of mind and moved a little bit closer into Emmett. It was almost like it was habit.
She was starting to wake up a little, and a faint smile was on her lips. She couldn't remember ever really waking up with a smile on her face. She exhaled and rolled over onto her back, brushing her hair out of her face. She blinked a few times, the morning still registering on her brain. The small amount of light coming through made her head throb, and she groaned and covered her face with her hands for a moment. "Fuck." She muttered, the fact that Emmett was in the same bed as her not even registering in her current thoughts. This hang over was going to kill her. Or that's what she thought every time, anyways. She pulled her knee's up towards her chest a little bit more, and ran her hands down her face before glancing over to see Emmett looking at her and smiled. "Good morning." She said, though squinting a little bit to block out the sun. Or at least trying to. It's a day for sunglasses.
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Post by EMMETT HIKARU NAKAMURA on Jul 10, 2012 3:53:48 GMT -5
Emmett held his breath as Karlee stirred in her sleep, her body curling into him. His eyebrows furrowed together, unsure of what to do, to be honest. Should he hug her? Or just stay the way he was? Was she still sleeping or was she awake and just messing with him? Ugh, so many questions running through his mind, though they were dispelled when Karlee sighed, once again curling her body into his. The only girl hes ever woken up with was his mom (mind you he was a child back then, and that was his mom), so he really didn't know what to do. Emmett stayed stiff as he laid there, but he lifted his hand to softly stroke her hair. He smiled slightly, tilting his head to look at her again, before tucking Karlee's head under his chin. It seemed that every movement of his was natural--as if this was what he did with Karlee all the time. What was it about Karlee that made him feel so...at peace with himself?
She began to stir in her sleep again and Emmett, his heart suddenly picking up its pace as she rolled over. He refrained from laughing as Karlee shielded her face from the sun and instinctively he rolled over on his side, so he'd block the light from her. "Bad headache?" he asked, his voice soft and amused. It'd only be obvious--she was pretty drunk last night. "Good morning." He replied back to her, his throat suddenly becoming dry. Whenever he was around Karlee, he had something to say. But what about now? They were lying in bed together (and no, they did not do anything other than sleep mind you) and cuddling. This was probably the most physical contact they've had...and well, all things considered, Emmett felt a little awkward. Having no experience in the romance department, he didn't know what to do, and so he smiled again, though this time it was noticeably strained.
"Do you...remember last night, at all?" he asked after a moment, and he rolled over so he was lying on his back, looking up at the ceiling. There was still guilt eating at him, and he felt like he had taken advantage of the fact that Karlee was drunk. He hadn't done anything farther than kissing her, but...he apologized to her and she accepted when she wasn't in the right state of mind. Emmett frowned, his eyebrows furrowing together. It was suddenly hard to speak to her, and he turned his head to look at Karlee, his hand barely brushing against hers. "I'm...an ass," Emmett admitted honestly, his eyes unwavering, his voice still quiet. From what he could tell it was still early in the morning due to the faint sound of birds chirping--and that was literally the only sound there was. That, and their steady breathing.
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Post by karlee on Jul 14, 2012 17:20:05 GMT -5
The hang over was always the worst part. Well, and usually the memories that she shielded from the night before. She tried to forget by morning, and it was usually more alcohol that helped her with that. However, this morning, there was no more alcohol. And she hadn't gotten as drunk as she wanted to the night before. Enough so that the memories where blurry, but not gone, like she wanted them to be. When he asked if she had a bad headache, she merely nodded. Of course she had a bad headache. She had drank enough hard liquor to probably make an elk faint. However, it was the sugary stuff that gave her the worst headaches. Although she did smile when he said 'good morning' back. She did like him, but waking up next to him - when they hadn't had sex the night before -was actually kind of strange before. He hadn't even tried anything.
Maybe he is different than the rest of them... She thought to herself. It was hard admitting to herself that she was wrong, but she remembered their conversation the night before. She was drunk, and she wasn't thinking right either. That always happened when she got drunk. "I.. yeah.. Kinda." She remembered more than she was giving off, though. She didn't want to remember parts of the night. The things that she had said. She almost pushed away one of the best things that possibly ever happened to her because of her stupid girly emotions. "A lot of it is a blur though..." She said, with a small smile at him. When he spoke, and his hand brushed against hers, she carefully took one of his hands in both of hers, and looked at him. "You are an ass." She stated, matter of factly. "But, I forgave you." For the most part, anyways. She still wanted to know his reasons for doing what he did, but for the most part, she was pretty forgiving. She smiled at him for a minute, before gathering up a bit of courage and leaning over, pressing her lips against his. Mostly just to make sure what she thought happened the night before actually happened.
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Post by EMMETT HIKARU NAKAMURA on Jul 17, 2012 20:25:31 GMT -5
Emmett faintly wondered what it was like to get a hangover. He never really saw the appeal of alcohol, therefore not trying it, but he could only imagine the splitting headache that would follow. "Oh...well, good." Emmett suddenly felt a little uncomfortable, but what was there to be uncomfortable about? Other than lying in bed together. He wasn't sure if he should feel relieved or just...not. This annoying gut feeling in his stomach wasn't going away. There were some parts of the night where he wished Karlee would forget--like how he lost his temper, and the cold, distant eyes that he swore he wasn't going to look at her with. "Well, what do you remember?" he asked softly, returning her small smile, though his was slightly strained. Emmett just didn't know how to react to this situation, and lately his conscience was popping up more than he had liked it to. Now, at the smallest of things, he'd feel guilty. Emmett guessed he deserved it, all things considered. Was he really deserving of this? Karlee's forgiveness. He couldn't tell.
He scoffed lightly as she agreed with him, his hand now clasping hers. They were soft and warm--a totally unfamiliar feeling to him, but he'd take it, because for most of his life everything around him was cold to the touch. "Yeah, you did," Emmett said, but his voice, it just sounded all wrong. Rather than being thankful, it sounded burdened, bitter, as if he really didn't deserve that kind of gift from Karlee. And so he continued to stare up at the ceiling, making out random shapes, when suddenly Karlee leaned over, pressing her lips against his. Emmett blinked for a second, the feeling he felt last night once again engulfing them, and he raised his hand naturally, cupping the side of her face before pulling away. Emmett laid there for a second, everything processing through his head and he sat up, sighing. All of this was just so...so...he couldn't put it into words, and he stared at the window, but his eyes were unable to focus what was outside. "But just because you forgave me, doesn't mean I deserve it," he pointed out, finally speaking. She hadn't even known the real reason why he left her alone on their date, for one. Emmett looked over his shoulder, glancing at Karlee, before his gaze dropped. "Do you want to know the real reason?" he asked, these words slipping through his lips before he could stop them. "The real reason why I left you on our date." No turning back now.
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Post by karlee on Jul 25, 2012 22:38:20 GMT -5
Should she tell him everything she remembered about the previous night? She didn't think so. A lot of things where a blur, but for the most part things where pretty clear. She remembered them fighting, arguing. She couldn't remember what was said, but she remembered that she had lost her temper. She remembered the part about blaming him for only wanting sex - which wasn't even the case. She was drunk, and they had just slept in the same bed together without either of them being un clothed. That was a bit of a step up anyways, was it not? She sighed a little. "I remember fighting, and me saying some stupid things. And I remember .. you saying you're sorry, and then - you kissing me. That's about it." She said, looking at him for a minute. She really wasn't wanting to argue about things so early in the morning. However good of a liar she was, she was finding it hard to lie to Emmett.
When she kissed him it felt like her lips where on fire. That didn't happen very often, but it was probably the mixture of electricity and fire that was causing it. Two hot elements mixing together - even for just a brief moment. However, when he pulled away, she couldn't help but feel like she did something wrong. She sighed and propped herself up on her elbow for a minute, before sitting up. She tucked her knee's up into her chest, pulling the blankets up with her a little. She really felt like she did something wrong now. Emmett was just staring out the window. She brushed a piece of hair out of her face and placed her chin on her knee's, staring down at the bed. When he spoke again, she looked over, catching his gaze for a brief moment. "You-" She started to say, before feeling her stomach sink. Did she want to know the real reason? She really felt like it was her. Like she did something wrong. "Yeah." She started, nodding slightly. " Yeah, I want to know." She sat up more, turning to face him slightly. "And no changing the subject this time."
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