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Post by anna on Aug 3, 2012 22:29:59 GMT -5
 THE TRUTH COMES OUT IN THE BREAKDOWNS( • M E M O R I E S M Y G O D T H E S E M E M O R I E S • )Anna was left standing open mouthed and teary eyed as the front door was slammed in her face, Shawn having stormed off seconds before after one of their worst fights yet. She slumped down to the ground, sobbing with her face held in her hands. She was always the one left like this when she and Shawn had their fights. She loved that man with her whole heart, but sometimes she really wished he knew how to manage his temper. When he yelled... well, she hated it more than anything.
This time, they had been fighting about wedding arrangements - at first. But then it hard turned into; 'why do we always have to disagree on everything' and 'why cant you just shut the fuck up and listen to what i want for once' and her least favorite, 'god, anna, why cant you be the same woman you once were? you're too fucking uptight! call me when you get the ten foot pole out of your ass!' and that was that. The door was slammed, Shawn was gone, and Anna was left behind to fall apart and build herself back up again so that she could be ready for the next round when he got back home.
But what he didn't know was that this time, she wouldn't be there when he got back. No, she didn't plan on facing him until the next day, after work. Bella stood up, slipping on a pair of flip flops and leaving the house right after, automatically starting down the street. She didn't really know where she was going, but she did know that she wasn't about to go back to that house, not when she knew where he had gone and what kind of state he would be in when he got back.
She had seen his angry drunk side before, and she didn't feel like explaining another black eye because of it. No, Shawn never actually hit her, but he did shove her around a lot and yell like the devil, but never had he caused her severe pain on purpose. She had just fallen, last time, and knocked her face against the kitchen table as she went down, which caused her black eye. Sooner or later, Anna found herself standing in front of someone's house. Oliver's house.
Oliver was a dear friend of hers, and had been for quite some time, and being at his home in a time of her needing comfort was not something that was entirely new. She bit her lip as she rang the doorbell, also knocking three times; her signature knock to let him know it was her. Last time she had knocked and he had shown up at the door nearly naked, more than likely expecting someone else. It had been very awkward, and now she had a signature knock so as to avoid that awkwardness. She only hoped now that she wasn't interrupting something.
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T A G G E D • for jimi aka oliver! <3
O U T F I T • click!
L Y R I C S • memories by lion if ido
T E M P L A T E • PANIC! ITS LAUZ of CAUTION
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Post by OLIVER GRAYSON WYATT. on Aug 7, 2012 0:41:26 GMT -5
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i stay up cashing in my bad luck some night i call it a draw some nights i wish that my lips could build a castle some night i wish they'd just fall off but i still wake up i still see your ghost oh lord i'm still not sure what i stand for
"no. no. no. noooooooooo!" oliver yelled at the screen as he mashed the ps3 controller even harder. "what are you doing?!" with a sigh, he tossed his controller onto the couch behind him and grabbed the bottle of beer. his friends for this week was a group of recent college graduates going on one last trip before they had to face the real world. there had been some lightening spotted earlier and the weather indicated there was a high chance of thunderstorms. so now instead of being outside, they were cooped up, playing call of duty. it had been a while since oliver had used the ps3 for something other than movies, but he found that he was enjoying himself. well, other than being unbelievably frustrated, oliver was having fun. also, the fact that there were two girls that were showing interest in him may have helped. and there was booze. alcohol made just about everything a little better.
while he finished off his beer, oliver handed his controller off to the nearest person. "i'm going to order some food, what do you guys want?" standing up, oliver sat on the couch arm and watched them debate over chinese or pizza. "hey, how about i make this easy and just get pizza. someone want to help me get more beer?" he grinned at one of the girls and waved her to follow him to the kitchen. luckily, one of oliver's skills was multitasking, that is, as long as one of the tasks was flirting. as he found the number for the pizza place, oliver pointed out where the beers were and got to work getting ice to chill them. while he placed an order for pizza, oliver reached over and grabbed the girl's phone. she was texting someone, but he didn't really care. though she acted offended, her face changed when she realized that oliver was putting his phone number. with a grin, he handed her phone back and mouthed 'call me', along with a quick wink.
the second he hung up the phone though, the doorbell rang. staring at his phone, he furrowed his eyebrows. "okay...there's no way, right?" as oliver walked towards the door, he heard the three knocks. oliver wasn't a person who had many unannounced visitors, so he was rather confused as to why annabella was knocking on his door. grabbed the handle, he pulled the door open and stared at her. "um. hey," he glanced back before opening the door further. it took oliver a second longer to realize that she had been crying. "everything okay?" oliver didn't give her a chance to respond and waved her into the house. closing the door, he held his index finger up. "hold on a sec."
walking over to the living room, he turned the tv off and received several angry shouts. "hey everybody, this is bella. bella...." oliver glanced around awkwardly, realizing he didn't know anybody's name. "everybody." he cleared his throat and smiled. "it's been lovely knowing you all, but i need you to leave. and you," oliver pointed at the girl he'd given his number to earlier. "you should call me. i still need you to leave though." despite the grumbles and complaints, the group still gathered their belongings and shuffled out the front door. once they were out, oliver turned towards bella. "beer or something stronger?" |
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Post by anna on Aug 14, 2012 14:46:33 GMT -5
THE TRUTH COMES OUT IN THE BREAKDOWNS( • M E M O R I E S M Y G O D T H E S E M E M O R I E S • )Anna tried for a smile the best she could when the door opened, but the minute she saw Oliver's face, she knew it wouldn't last long."Hey... I-" She started, but her friend knew her well, and she guessed that the fact that she'd been crying was a bit obvious, and so she was cut off from saying anything else before he waved her into the house, signaling for her to get in the house. She bit her lip and quickly walked inside, the door being shut behind her and a single pointer finger being held up in front of her, Oliver telling her to 'hold on a sec'.
She couldn't help but go off in her own thoughts for just a mili-second, while Oliver proceeded to go into his living room. Why was it that people used that phrase? How could someone possibly hold onto a second? It just didn't make sense. Nevertheless, she would probably say it over a million times until the day she died, because it was just one of those things that people did automatically. She hesitantly followed behind him as she heard moaning and groaning from other people, and suddenly she felt guilty for making Oliver send his friends away just for her, a silly woman who needed consoling over her personal problems who should have been able to deal with it herself.
Anna ran a hand through her hair and blew air out of her lips, tapping her fingers on her thighs. She smiled slightly when Oliver asked her about alcohol. He really did know how to comfort her. "Something very much stronger than beer, please... Oh, I'm so sorry, Ollie... I didn't know you had company over. I just didn't think to go anywhere else... And I couldn't stay there in case he came back... I just... Ugh." She plopped down on his couch, letting her head fall back against the cushions, her eyes closing as she slid her hands down her face.
With a sigh, she sat up again and leaned her elbows on her knees, propping up her chin on her knuckles. "We've been fighting so much, lately. Shawn and I, I mean. And the wedding is supposed to be in two and a half months... I mean, is this even normal?"
THEY DON'T MEAN ANYTHING OH THOSE MEMORIES( • A S Y O U S P O K E Y O U R F O R K E D T O N G U E S H O W E D • ) W O R D S • 3-9-3
T A G G E D • for jimi aka oliver! <3
O U T F I T • click!
L Y R I C S • memories by lion if ido
T E M P L A T E • PANIC! ITS LAUZ of CAUTION
N O T E S • these are notes. aren't they pretty?
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Post by OLIVER GRAYSON WYATT. on Aug 27, 2012 11:26:12 GMT -5
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i stay up cashing in my bad luck some night i call it a draw some nights i wish that my lips could build a castle some night i wish they'd just fall off but i still wake up i still see your ghost oh lord i'm still not sure what i stand for
oliver was not one for comforting. the only time he comforted someone was when oliver knew he was getting something out of it. still, anna was an exception. he wasn't exactly too happy about kicking everybody out of his house, but it didn't seem like anna was in the mood to party. besides, if anna was coming to him for comfort, the night might not end in a complete disaster. even if she was engaged and in love and all that crap, oliver wasn't ready to give up hope. it wasn't like it would have been the first time he'd ruined a relationship. he had a skill for doing that, even if they weren't his own relationships. at this point, it was practically a skill he could put on his resume.
judging by her state, oliver had guessed anna would need something stronger. by the time she answered , oliver was already walking into the kitchen and opening up his liquor cabinet. the beer was out in the living room if she wanted any. grabbing a couple of shotglasses, he picked out a bottle of rum and walked back to the living room. when she spoke, oliver merely shrugged and placed the glasses in front of her. "it's fine. i didn't know them that well anyway," he muttered as he opened the bottle and filled both of the shotglasses. his eyebrow arched when anna mentioned she couldn't go back. oliver may not have know relationships, but it didn't sound like a good one.
despite his suspicions, oliver kept his mouth shut. it wasn't hit place to judge. all he did was provide the alcohol and that was as much comfort as he could offer. once anna sat up, oliver took the seat next to her. taking one of the glasses, he tipped it back and downed the drink. with a solid thud, he placed it back on the table. even though the situation sounded serious, oliver couldn't help but laugh when she asked for his advice. "sorry, sorry. i'm laughing at you," oliver leaned forward and refilled his glass. "do i look like a guy who's ever been engaged, much less married?" instead of placing the bottle back on the table, he handed the bottle to anna. "here, you'll need this."
after downing his second shot, oliver grabbed two controllers and handed one to anna. "do you know how to play?"
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Post by anna on Sept 3, 2012 15:10:07 GMT -5
THE TRUTH COMES OUT IN THE BREAKDOWNS [/font][/size] ( • M E M O R I E S M Y G O D T H E S E M E M O R I E S • )The second Oliver gave her the alcohol, Anna downed every drop in one go. She heaved a sigh and flopped back against the cushions of the couch, looking over at Ollie and smiling a little as he laughed. It was a good sound; she trully enjoyed his laugh. As she thought about this, it made her a little sad, because she had once felt that way about Shawn, and now all they did lately was fight. There was no laughter in their home, anymore, and she missed it terribly. Even if he was laughing at her, which moments later he admitted to, she welcomed it. Anna laughed, too, waving away his words with one hand.
"You've a good reason to laugh. I mean..." Bella shrugged, taking the bottle when it was handed to her and filling her glass to the brim, even spilling a bit on her leg as it overflowed. She set the bottle back on the table, her eyes looking around for a cloth of some sort to clean the liquor off her leg. "You're a fantastic bloke, Ollie. I'm sure you've had your fair share of relatively serious relationships, yeah?" Anna grinned and elbowed him gently, then downed her second shot, giving a long exhale of breath as she set the glass down and stood up, going over to where she remembered the cleaning supplies were and grabbing one of the rags off the shelf.
Wiping off her leg, Bella tossed the rag back where she got it and sauntered back over to the couch. As she sat down, she took the controller from his hand and grinned. "Of course I do... I may have poor choices in men, as I'm sure you're thinking and don't even try to deny it, 'm not a complete idiot, I promise." She joked, sitting back against the couch cushions once more and bringing her legs up so she was sitting indian style with the controller resting on her legs. "So what are we playing?" Anna asked, looking over at him with one eyebrow raised.
THEY DON'T MEAN ANYTHING OH THOSE MEMORIES( • A S Y O U S P O K E Y O U R F O R K E D T O N G U E S H O W E D • )[/center] W O R D S • 3-4-0
T A G G E D • for jimi aka oliver! <3
O U T F I T • click!
L Y R I C S • memories by lion if ido
T E M P L A T E • PANIC! ITS LAUZ of CAUTION
N O T E S • sorry my posts are so short D: i suck when it comes to muse, right now
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