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Post by HOLDEN MAYBEL ARMSTRONG on Dec 14, 2009 21:04:38 GMT -5
* FEEL THIS? CAN YOU FEEL THIS? ,[/color] ( [/color] MY HEART‘S BEATING OUT OF MY CHEST )[/color][/font] -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -[/b][/color][/center] contrary to popular belief, holden never had any idea what to do with herself. sure, she had a plan, and sure she did all of her homework, social duties, and was on time to almost everything. she was practical and punctual the world may think, but there were times holden just couldn't figure things out, couldn't keep one thought in her head for more than a minute, or keep still.
like now, for instance. the day had started out usually - she'd eaten a quick breakfast at home, washed, groomed, dressed, and raced out of the door - with a new detail worked in - she hopped into the passenger seat of devon jone's volvo instead of walking three blocks to the cable car stop. she had doodled and copied notes on a lecture during first period calculus. she had missed the first five minutes of second period literature so that she could throw up her quick breakfast. she had caught up and finished the homework assignment before the bell. she stopped at her locker to swig a bit of mouth wash and swap her books, headed into third period physics, where she had to explain everything to the male who sat beside her.
fourth period was a relief, the smell of fried food dancing its way into her nostrils. she had piled a plastic tray with french fries, onion rings, a salad, a jello, and a root beer float - which she had begged and pleaded and convinced the lunch lady to sympathetically make to feed holden's craving - and sat at a far table in the corner of the cafeteria, where she could work on the song that had kept her captivated for the last twenty hours or so. she waved to a few friends, but gave off her usual i'll be busy, you don't have to sympathetically sit with me vibe. she ate and scribbled all through lunch and was late to fifth period competitive speech. it was no surprise seeing as she ate each and every last bite of her large lunch.
she stopped at her locker between seventh and eight period to swap books and take a few vitamins and to check her schedule before heading on to drama class, where she left half way through to empty her stomach of the large lunch she had so thoroughly enjoyed. she had a feeling she wouldn't enjoy it this time around. she sat on the cool tiles and flipped through her address book. she was intending to text devon and ask him if she could get a ride home that afternoon - it was one of the only afternoons where an after school activity didn't fill her time. she'd rather ride with him than take the cable car if she could help it. she didn't text him, though, too worried his cell phone would be heard and taken from him. she thought she could catch him after the final bell and ask then.
the final bell rang, though, and holden didn't see devon at all. she guessed he must have had practice or left as soon as possible. instead, she wondered the corridors, unsure of what to do with herself. she strolled and hummed and sat and repeated her motions. she sighed and let her feet lead her to the music room, her final class of the day was orchestra, and she adored it. she felt at home in the acoustically designed room, where she had sat for four years. always behind the piano. she took her seat at the piano, and dug out her notebook. she could work on her song while she waited for the five o'clock cable car.
she ran her fingers over the keys and warmed her voice up with a quick do re mi scale. it's gotta be this one, she sang, her unsureness fading away as quickly as her mouth opened. she always felt like someone who deserved an audience when she performed. even if there wasn't an audience. you don't have to fake it. you know i can take it. she had been unsure of the lyrics before, but now listening to them come to life, she loved them. she was proud of them. what if i told you, your tears haven't been ignored? that everything that has been taken can be restored?
devon hadn't known she loved music. not many did. people knew she played saxophone in the marching band during football season and played piano during orchestra during the rest of the year. who knew that she wrote her own music, though? who knew she played guitar and had taught herself? not many. not any, maybe. feel this? can you feel this? my heart's beating out of my chest. feel this. salvation's under my breath. it's gotta be just right. soul and spirit, like chord and lyric. what if i told you that innocence is yours? that the beauty you have now is brighter than before? feel this. can you feel this? she stopped half way through her song.
she hadn't written any further. she felt suddenly self conscious. she wasn't alone in the music room anymore. her brows furrowed and she turned to face the man in the door way. she smiled at devon. you're going to have to stop watching me like this, she whispered, the acoustics of the room carrying her words to him. people are going to start suspecting something, she teased.
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Post by DEVON LUCAS JONES on Dec 15, 2009 16:11:25 GMT -5
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devon had been suffering of senioritis all year long. he watched the clock through classes, skipped days of school, and barely focused on his studies, even less so than he had before. it was the beginning of the year and it already felt as if it was never going to be over. his mind was either preoccupied with basketball or plans of what he was going to do the following weekend. he looked forward to college next year and with each scout that came to one of his games he knew that soon enough he would be off to college.
a routine had developed over the year as to what his school schedule was. he woke up hesitantly only have his mother and alarm clock nagged at him for two hours. then, the shower was his next stop before a quick breakfast (if any) and finally a quick car ride to school. devon had recently added a new step in his routine, picking up holden armstrong. though waking up in the morning was a real pain in devon's ass and something he didn't exactly want to do, he was willing to do it for ten minutes in the volvo with her.
something about holden dragged devon in. he loved to be around her, although he wouldn't let her know. it would ruin things and also, she had enough problems on her hands. the main problem, besides the fact she was carrying a child in her womb, was zach. she already had one asshole to deal with. despite knowing that holden didn't need, want or shouldn't have devon in her life, he couldn't help but find himself thinking about her more and more. it was just one more thing deterring him from his work. instead of basketball being on the brain instead of the chemistry he was suppose to be doing it was memories of holden's contagious laugh on the brain instead of chemistry. was it ridiculous that he was thinking that much about a girl he barely knew and couldn't have? or was he thinking about her because he couldn't have her and barely knew her?
when the bell of cornerstone academy rang for the final time, devon wanted more than anything to rush out to his volvo, drive home, go to sleep. his extra basketball practices had been extremely wearing and it made him walk around like a zombie half the time. devon had walked halfway to the back exit of the school when he realized he had yet another practice that night at 5:30. devon was weighting the pros and cons of going home just to come back to the school when he heard music coming from the music room. the solemn tones of a piano and alto singing were coming through the music room doors. it took devon just a minute to realize that he knew the voice. it belong to holden.
taking the extra effort to quiet his footsteps, devon took just one step inside the music room. he watched holden from an ample distance. he crossed his arms, leaned against the doorway, and smiled. the music was beautifully orchestrated and obviously was the song that she had been talking about writing the previous day. it was a shock that he had had no idea she was interested in music. she had natural talent. it didn't take long for holden to realize devon was in the room. she had a sense when it came to these things. nothing got by her. devon laughed along with her as she teased him.
"would that be such a horrible thing?" devon questioned holden in a more serious tone. he still wanted to keep the question casual. there was a silence in the room for a mere second and devon took the opportunity to stuff his hands into his pockets, walk over to the piano bench where holden was sitting, and sat beside her. he slammed his index finger down on a key on the right hand side of the piano. he hit several more keys and then looked back up to holden. "your song sounded really ... amazing." the change in subject was comforting. it was probably a better idea to keep subject matter light.
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Post by HOLDEN MAYBEL ARMSTRONG on Dec 15, 2009 16:34:25 GMT -5
* FEEL THIS? CAN YOU FEEL THIS? ,[/color] ( [/color] MY HEART‘S BEATING OUT OF MY CHEST )[/color][/font] -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -[/b][/color][/center] holden turned to face him, her belly brushing against the keys of the piano. even the sound of accidental music sounded good to holden. she smiled as he spoke, their smiles almost identical in size and structure. her cheeks heated in a blush at his words. you're going to have to stop hitting on me, dev, or you're going to lose that MVP reputation, she teased, but was internally convincing herself that he hadn't just made an attempt to flirt with her, that it was all in her head. it'll be replaced by a holden's baby daddy reputation, she laughed and turned back to the piano when he sat beside her on the bench.
really? she asked, her brows lifting in question. i didn't think you'd like it. i didn't think you'd be interested in this sort of music. she was pleasantly surprised. she watched his fingers run along the keys, laughed, and grabbed his hand. that would actually sound good if you played it from here, she lead his hand over a few keys, replacing them where he could play the same few keys in a lower pitch she watched his fingers and smiled. see, much better, she smiled at him. so, mr. jones, what are you doing here so late? basketball? stalking me? she asked, then teased.
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Post by DEVON LUCAS JONES on Dec 15, 2009 17:16:33 GMT -5
- - - - - - ’cause our lives are [/font] going up in flames ! - - - - - -[/font][/center] that laughter truly was infectious. devon heard holden laughing and couldn't help but stretch his mouth into a smile and laugh along. the running gag between the two was that she was the solution to devon's supposedly humongous ego and obsession with himself, basketball, and the ladies. he supposed reputation went along with that. it had never been important what devon's reputation was but being a baby daddy wasn't quite the reputation he was going for.
"i like pretty much every type of music. but knowledge about music, that is where i'm lacking." devon placed his finger upon a random key and looked from the white key to holden. "i have no idea what note that is." he moved his finger to another key. devon knew how to emphasized his ignorance and was doing so. "and i have no idea what note this is." holden's hands were soft against devon's callused and worn hands. the contrast was comforting and as she lead him to lower notes, devon cloned the expression holden was giving him and smiled back at her. he kept the expression placed upon his face for another minute until holden began to tease him once again.
"who has the big ego now? not everyone's plans have to do with you, miss armstrong." devon teased back while turning his attention back to the keys. he stretched his arm across the keyboard to hit another chord, crossing into holden personal space and grazing her very pregnant stomach in the process. "sorry," he mumbled before hitting several keys on her end on the keyboard. he fooled around with hitting a few of the black keys and then went into an explanation about the late practice. "coach has bit of a drill sergent lately. we are having a practice at five thirty."
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Post by HOLDEN MAYBEL ARMSTRONG on Dec 15, 2009 18:51:36 GMT -5
* FEEL THIS? CAN YOU FEEL THIS? ,[/color] ( [/color] MY HEART‘S BEATING OUT OF MY CHEST )[/color][/font] -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -[/b][/color][/center] holden nodded and took a moment to picture devon in his volvo, listening to eminem and mc hammer, and melissa ethridge. she licked her lips, trying to keep herself from laughing at the thought of him singing along to guess who's back? guess who's back?, can't touch this, dun nuh nuh nuh, and come to my window, wait by the light of the moon. the image was too funny and laughter spilled from between her lips. she laughed into her hand, cupping her mouth, trying to catch the laughter in the palm of her hand. she waved with the hand not against her mouth. i'm sorry, she apologized, remember she had done a similar thing the night they had formally met. she was wondering how dumb she looked, but his hand brushing her stomach made her swallow her laughter.
she blushed and sobered up quite quickly. she shook her head, biting her lips. it's fine. he actually stopped kicking for a minute, she smiled and reached for his hand again. his hand was much larger than hers and even though she'd been playing guitar for years, his hand seemed twice as calloused. she lead his hand to her stomach, holding it there. not afraid of a little baby bump, are you? think you can handle to feel him kick? she was half teasing, but there was no mischievous glimmer in her eye, no playful smirk on her plush lips. she was too busy watching his hand on her stomach. if we'd met a year ago... she began, about to say that if she'd met him a year ago, she wouldn't be pregnant right now, that she could be free to flirt and lean in and kiss him if she wanted to. or, she blushed at the thought, it could be his baby kicking against his palm. she choked on her own embarrassment, gulping and then coughing.
she ran her fingers through her ponytail. five thirty practices? jesus. see, you should have been a cheer leader. the captain gets to pick the schedule, she smiled, still blushing a shade of pink similar to her blouse. she looked to his hand on her stomach and her hand on his hand, before removing it cautiously and quickly, running her fingers along the keys.
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Post by DEVON LUCAS JONES on Dec 15, 2009 19:24:27 GMT -5
- - - - - - ’cause our lives are [/font] going up in flames ! - - - - - -[/font][/center] if any other person would go into random burst of laughing for several minutes, devon would call them crazy but for some reason it was understandable with holden. he never asked her what her silly random laughing was about but always wanted to. what could make a person laugh so much without having a hilarious statement or situation before them. he justified it as a huge imagination but noted to ask one day. the woman was a real mystery to him. sometimes he just had to shake his head and wonder.
a reaction of surprise came across devon's face as holly took his hand and lead it to her stomach. "i think i can handle it." he said confident, though he was unsure. pregnancy was something devon had never been around. he didn't have any younger siblings or relatives and had no friends who had ever been pregnant. his eyes shifted around the room as he waited patiently for some sort of kick or sign of life from holden's stomach. he had nearly given up when a distinct thud came under the surface and devon felt the kick. his eyes widened and he couldn't help but look up to holden out of reaction. "wow." he said under his breath. he wasn't sure of what else to say. it most likely would have been appropriate for devon to take his hand off holden's stomach at that moment but didn't. his large hand stay placed sprawled across her baby bump. devon kept his eyes attached to her stomach.
it wasn't until he heard a fragment of a sentence come out of holden's mouth that he looked up. "if we had met a year ago," devon repeated softly, the words lingered in the air. images of what could have been flashed through devon's mind. holden cheering devon on at the basketball games, the two of the together at junior prom, him being with her and not zach. the situation could be different but that's not how things were. they only met a few weeks ago, when he was hovering over her in the hall. the phrase scared him. it may mean that holden never saw them together except maybe in an alternative universe, where it was a year ago and there was no baby. holden coughed and gulped before devon could say anything and next, she changed topic.
"yah, um," devon stumbled for words trying to get back on focus, "i should have been a male cheerleader. go team." the statement of go team sounded more like a question than the joking statement it was suppose to be.
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Post by HOLDEN MAYBEL ARMSTRONG on Dec 15, 2009 20:09:01 GMT -5
* FEEL THIS? CAN YOU FEEL THIS? ,[/color] ( [/color] MY HEART‘S BEATING OUT OF MY CHEST )[/color][/font] -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -[/b][/color][/center] she couldn't help herself. she couldn't help but be excited at the feel of his hand on her stomach, the smile that stretched her lips when he whispered wow at one of jamie's mild kicks. she couldn't help but want him to look away from her stomach and to her face. she used one hand to play the keys of the piano, not looking, but playing a slow tune. something that sounded like smells like teen spirit. she was trying to keep her voice speaking and not singing, but the music helped to make her brave.
if i'd met you a year ago, she repeated. things would be...things would be better. she looked to him, looking at his hand on her belly, jamie kicking against his palm gently. she looked to the keys her fingers traced. i mean. i loved zach, our relationship was great, he did alright by me, ya know? and i love jamie, i'll always love jamie. i don't regret it, but i can't help but wonder. she cleared her throat. i mean, i don't mean to sound like i think we're totally in love, you and i, but.. she cleared her throat again. it and her neck was tickling with heat.
ha, she laughed nervously. i just mean that if i'd found you last year, i would have held on and i'd know you have a dream. i would be extremely careful not to get in the way of that dream. with zach, i... she waved at her belly. i was careless. i was naive. for you... i would have done right by you. if i'd met you a year ago, i could be.. she shrugged and glanced at him, but looked back to her fingers dancing along the keys. she was sure if their eyes met, she'd lose her nerve. i'd be kissing you right now, ya know? but we didn't meet a year ago and it's too late now, right? she stopped playing and worked up the nerve. she turned to look at him.
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Post by DEVON LUCAS JONES on Dec 15, 2009 21:47:50 GMT -5
- - - - - - ’cause our lives are [/font] going up in flames ! - - - - - -[/font][/center] it seemed as if as the conversation picked up, so did jamie's kicking. it deterred devon from wanted to keep his hand on holden's stomach but he kept his hand placed there, feeling the odd motions of the baby's kicking underneath the surface. he focused on the sight on his hand as holden began speaking again but had to look up once he heard what she was saying. it was near shock that caused him to look up. she was saying that at one point in time she would have been in a relationship with him. at one point in time, they would have been in love. devon sat there with his mind racing with questions. despite have many questions and opinions, he stayed quiet, listening to holden's words echo through the acoustics of the words.
the hardest part of the conversation for devon to absorb was the fact that if he had been around one year ago, he could have been with holden, could have been the father of her child, and essentially be in the situations zach had been in. devon knew that he would taken care of holden, not let her put her own dreams on the line either. their lives would be better. the hardest part and the part that made devon's jaw drop would be when she said, in a questioning tone, that it was too late. the idea was preposterous. that scenario of them being together pre-pregnancy was over with but who said that couldn't be together now.
devon thought of millions of ways to say that idea was ridiculous. he thought of at least forty different phrases in the english language to say they could still be together. he wanted to say it but there were some many possibility to get the words out, so many ways to say what he wanted to say. finally, he decided on the upon the most simple. devon moved right hand from the top of holden stomach to the side and used his other hand to cup holden's chin. he pulled his face closer to hers and pressed his lips upon hers. fear and adrenaline speed through devon and goosepimples rose on every spot of his body. with his lips on hers, he waited for her to scream or push her off, knowing the moment was too good to last.
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Post by HOLDEN MAYBEL ARMSTRONG on Dec 15, 2009 22:02:47 GMT -5
* FEEL THIS? CAN YOU FEEL THIS? ,[/color] ( [/color] MY HEART‘S BEATING OUT OF MY CHEST )[/color][/font] -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -[/b][/color][/center] holden had wanted it, but she hadn't saw it coming. his hand on her chin kept her jaw from dropping open in surprise, but she knew if he'd cupped her cheek instead, it would have. she let him kiss her, her body stiffening at the feel, but falling into his. she was thinking rather than kissing. she was weighing the pros and cons, but focusing more on the cons. her lips were moving against his, her tongue even poking through to trace his lips and feel the tip of his tongue, but it was more along the lines of auto-pilot.
she was expecting him to pull away and to rush out, to not be parked in her drive way the next morning, to text her later and tell her this kiss had never happened and he didn't want to see her again. she wasn't sure what to expect. she was worrying rather than enjoying. this was what she wanted, but her logic was getting in the way. just as he began to let herself enjoy the kiss, the two needed to peel away from one another and breathe. she placed her forehead on his and took a moment to catch her breath. i'm...i'm assuming that you mean it's not too late? she took a heavy exhale. you probably shouldn't have done that. i wanted you to, but it may not be in your best interest to get involved with me. i'm going to kiss you again, she smiled, running her nose along his. and give you time to think this over. if you change your mind, i give you permission to forget all about me. she leaned in and pressed her lips to his, her hand reaching to cup either side of his face, the tips of her fingers in the short, dark hair at the nape of his neck.
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Post by DEVON LUCAS JONES on Dec 15, 2009 22:26:29 GMT -5
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the two peeled away from one another and devon sighed, waiting for the disappointment. a sigh escaped his lips and he looked down. the two stayed close and in contact. holden asked for confirmation what the kissed had meant. she got his drift. she got what he meant but wanted the confirmation. “yes, it's not too late.” devon confirmed this quietly in a near whisper. he hadn't realized but he had closed his eyes again. he opened his eyes and looked at at holden. from up close, she seemed nearly angelic in his eyes. she began to use logic to try and justify reasons for him to leave. she gave him the opportunity to run out the door. devon found this beautifully giving, but their was no giving back. was it in his best interest to be involved with holly? no. should he get up, leave, and forget about her? probably. was he planning on doing that? no. he was now committed.
the tips of holden's fingers were warm upon his neck. the leaned in closer putting more pressure on his lip upon hers. devon felt jamie kick against his hand and it finally deterred his to move his hand. he brought the right hand from the side of her enlarged stomach to holden's upper chest and collarbone. devon's left hand that was on her chin previously he brought back down into her lap. he kissed holden passionately, opening his mouth slightly to deepen the kiss. devon kissed holly for just another second before finishing his kiss and pulling away. he needed to make sure holden knew he was thinking logically when he made his decision.
he exhaled loudly and took both of his hands off holden and placed them in his pockets. “it isn't in my best interest to be involved with you. i shouldn't in all logic have kissed you, but i don't care. i'm not going to back out and i don't need more time to think this over.” devon looked straight into holly's eyes and kept her gaze upon her.
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Post by HOLDEN MAYBEL ARMSTRONG on Dec 15, 2009 22:38:17 GMT -5
* FEEL THIS? CAN YOU FEEL THIS? ,[/color] ( [/color] MY HEART‘S BEATING OUT OF MY CHEST )[/color][/font] -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -[/b][/color][/center] she didn't want him to move away or to remove his hands from her. she figured, though, she without the contact, devon could step back and assess the situation. she worried as he did so. he'd just said it wasn't too late, but what if he'd changed his mind. what if he hated the way she kissed? what if her breath was horrible? what if jamie's kicking had sent him over the edge? she sighed when he sighed and waited, chewing on her bottom lip. she leaned against the piano, her head cocked, and her lips contorted into a smile. she could feel her eyes stinging with tears and cursed her hormonal unbalance. the last thing she needed was to start sobbing and lose him already.
so, she laughed, smiling and blinking her tears away quickly. are you asking me to be your girlfriend, devon jones? oh wait, she laughed again. are you asking me, the head cheer leader, to go steady with you, the school's basketball star? it was cliche, but she was loving the idea of it. he was considerate, she knew that already, and she could see him carrying her pom poms after games and teaching her things on the court that she didn't already know - their wasn't much, but she'd fake ignorance to keep him happy. she could see the down sides to their relationship, like zach and her pregnancy, but she could live with those if he could.
i want you, she said, straight up. she wanted the whole deal. she wanted the kissing and the lettermen jacket and the prom and the awkward family they'd somehow make. she wanted it all. i want it all, she echoed her thoughts. if you're sure and you're ready, i am too.
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Post by DEVON LUCAS JONES on Dec 15, 2009 23:08:02 GMT -5
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the tears were unexpected to devon but he justified them being there because of pregnancy hormones, or at least he hoped they were there because of that or joy. it would be quite horrible if she were crying out of the thought of being with him already. it was slightly off putting at first but soon devon was sure that the tears were purely hormonal. the smiling laughing face of holden was comforting to devon and his worries.
the presentation of the cliche to devon made him laugh and smile as well. "well, i suppose i am asking you, holden armstrong, the head cheerleader to go steady and be my girlfriend." the joy rang out from devon's words. their situation was much different from the cookie cutter head cheerleader falls for captain of basketball image that was seared into devon's head but that was okay.
there were still things that needed to be dealt with and talked about. these things were present in devon's head but he knew that he and holden could deal with them later. some of the things that were racing through devon's head? zach, the baby, their life, the future, what she expected out of him as far as dedication. there were worries but as soon as they popped up, devon blocked them out. he wanted to enjoy the moment.
devon nodded his head and orally confirmed. "i'm sure and i'm ready. i want this all. i want you cheering me on at games. i want dates were we go to bad movies and have a great time anyway. i want to go to ultrasounds and me making fun of that goop they put on you. i want you yelling at me for how i'm a horrible fucking douchebag because i won't get you terriyaki beef jerky at two in the morning." he smiled softly and looked towards holden for a moment before kissing her quickly once again.
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Post by HOLDEN MAYBEL ARMSTRONG on Dec 15, 2009 23:19:56 GMT -5
* FEEL THIS? CAN YOU FEEL THIS? ,[/color] ( [/color] MY HEART‘S BEATING OUT OF MY CHEST )[/color][/font] -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -[/b][/color][/center] holden laughed at his ideals. everything he listed sounded perfect, even if their was teasing and fighting involved, at least they weren't get lost in some sort of designer ideal of the future. the positive note to their situation, things couldn't get much worse, but things could definitely get better. she nodded, though she was sure he knew she'd already say yes. it was practically a rhetorical question, but she was going to answer him anyhow. you got it. deal. you win. yes, she was giving him every answer she could, ass meaning the same thing.
yes. yes she wanted to be his girlfriend. yes she wanted to fight over music and favors. yes she wanted to go on dates. yes she wanted to watch carefully as he made every basket, and she'd see each one as a small holden armstrong pick up line. yes she wanted him to hold her hand through ultrasounds. yes she wanted to decorate his locker on game days and straighten his tie. yes she wanted to kiss him good bye when they went their separate way from his car to their first periods. she kissed back, holding him there for a moment. you know, you're pretty amazing, she grinned, pecking his lips, and leg go.
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Post by DEVON LUCAS JONES on Dec 15, 2009 23:41:11 GMT -5
- - - - - - ’cause our lives are [/font] going up in flames ! - - - - - -[/font][/center] the answers to devon's rhetorical question were unneeded but appreciated all the same. he loved hearing holly say yes in agreement to being his girlfriend and that fact in itself was beautiful to him. he and holden armstrong were now an item. they could now be identified as "devon and holden" and he now had reason to put the smackdown if anyone fucked with her or jamie once he was born. her saying yes to his question made things official.
the expression of joy was on devon's face in the form of a smile. even as holden pecked his lips for the second time, he couldn't help but keep the corners of his mouth turned up into a small grin. he was unsure was what to say when holden complimented him. he was never one to take compliments well. "no comparison to you, hol." he found holden's hand, grabbing it, and intertwining his fingers in hers. he squeezed gently as he looked from holly, to her large stomach, to the grand piano, to the time.
the clock placed high on the wall next to the bell read the time of forty forty-seven. it was incomprehensible to him how fast the time had flown by. he still had about an hour left until practice but honestly didn't care about practice suddenly. he reasoned that he could miss one practice without it hurting him. devon looked back to holly and smirked at her as he thought of first things they would do as a couple.
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Post by HOLDEN MAYBEL ARMSTRONG on Dec 16, 2009 18:24:47 GMT -5
* FEEL THIS? CAN YOU FEEL THIS? ,[/color] ( [/color] MY HEART‘S BEATING OUT OF MY CHEST )[/color][/font] -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -[/b][/color][/center] holden leaned back against the keys, looking up at him. dangerous smirk, she stated the new title of the expression on his face. mischevious smirk. bad boy smirk. the holden, i'm gonna get you in trouble or you're going to get me in trouble smirk. she grinned. the smile excited her, made her feel like a child with their first crush. everything that that person did was new and exciting and flawless.
her grin transformed into a similar smirk. this, she pointed to her curved lips. is my devon's totally gonna get one of us in trouble and i don't mind smirk, she laughed and stood from the bench. she grabbed his hand and tugged him along, pulling him out of the dimly lit music room and into the bright san fransisco high school's corridor. she winced at the sudden change in light, but even the sudden loss of sight and sting of her eyes didn't make her mood any less upbeat. she was happier than she had been in a long time and she had devon to thank and she'd hopefully have a long time to thank him.
i think you should go to practice - you're captian and if you want in the nba, you should train as often as possible - but if you're aware of that and still want to ditch it, i'll go anywhere with you. if you decide against ditching practice, i'm willing to wait around for you if you want.
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