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Post by indigo harley kessler on Nov 6, 2011 20:59:17 GMT -5
 indie would have never thought, when she finished high school, when she finally got out of this place she called the hell hole like many other students, that she would eventually find herself in college, still studying. you see, learning about pretty much anything had never been her strenght. she was not one who enjoyed working or making an effort on anything. in fact, to be quite honest, she hated it. some would have bluntly called her lazy. she prefered to think that she simply enjoyed it more when things easily came to her without her having to work for them. who would not have enjoyed that? however, even though she would have prefered laying around all day and not caring for anything or anyone else but herself, she had promised herself, long ago, that she would never end up like her mother or father. she refused to be as pathetic as them, eating, sleeping, living in their very own shit. they had not had the bravery to go to college as she had. for them, it had not even been because of the fact that they did not have the money to. motivation just had not been there. so they had not done it. they had bailed on it just like they had bailed on a lot of things throughout their lives, including their daughter. however, to be honest, indie had made peace a long time ago with the fact that they did not give a fuck about her nor did she give a fuck about them. no regrets, at all. she had, so far, been hurt enough by people and thus refused to let it happen ever again. it, in fact, explained a lot of her relationships with others in general. no strings attached pretty much resumed those. she did not care for anyone but herself. some would have called it selfishness. she, on the other hand, called it protection. she would never get involved with the same person a lot. for instance, she had, over the years, developped this kind of entertainment of hers which was to sleep around. however, you would never find her going to the same boy twice. or, if you did, well, it was really rare. she had never slept with the same guy more than twice, even when she used to have a boyfriend. the first reason was that she got bored quite easily. the second one was simply because she did not trust anyone to be with them for longer than just that. you would never catch her sleeping at someone’s place even if she was really, really trashed. it had only happened once at victor’s and it had only happened because she knew the boy considered their relationship just like she did, which was fuck friends. yes, indie was a loner. she did not need the company of others to survive. in fact, she was doing just good on her own, but it did not seem to apply to kings, that arrogant prick she had met a few months ago. even though he seemed to usually be the most annoying person on earth, he was never like that with her. he was nervous, always, and trying to act cool even though it was obvious he could not. she found it to her liking, the fact that she had such power on someone. the simple fact that she could make his knees go weak with just a snap of her fingers was something she enjoyed a lot. there were not many things in this world that could make her that happy. which was why, on that particular day, she had decided to go knock at his door, hoping that she would not make herself a fool of herself if he was not home. not that she cared, really.. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - credit , to me  tagged , mister kings alexander radley, aka sam. music , stuffies. outfit , clickers, bby.words , SIX THREE SEVEN. notes , wow, that sucked so much.
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Post by kings alexander radley on Nov 7, 2011 20:58:08 GMT -5
There were many guys who got nervous around girls. When around such girls, they would proceed to fidget ridiculously, bite their nails like a five year old, run in the other direction like a coward, or just simply act like the worlds biggest idiot. Unless the girl was kind and appreciated such awkward behavior (though honestly, who would?), she’d probably laugh and gossip about the guy in question behind his back with her friends. For Kings’ entire life, he had always been the asshole who made fun of and tormented such guys. He had never, ever had trouble talking to a girl, so he couldn’t exactly sympathize with their pathetic conquests. To show them how socially retarded and generally idiotic they were, Kings and his buddies would pick on such kids with verbal abuse, physical punishment, and everything in between. Kings had once been a bully in this sense; though he himself would never beat someone up unless they asked for it, he very much enjoyed watching the pathetic getting what they deserved. So when Kings had first met Indigo Kessler, he had literally thought he was going crazy. For some reason entirely unknown to Kings, the minute he opened his mouth to speak to her, he found some hidden demon clinging to his words, not letting them rise up out of his mouth. Kings began to stutter, overwhelmed by the presence of Indie, and within minutes his usual suave, flirty personality that he used on girls had evaporated, leaving him nothing short of a hot mess. He didn’t know what had been wrong with him, but from that day on, it had continued.
Whenever Kings saw Indie, no matter what situation they were in, his personality would hide behind a rock, leaving him to be a stammering, blubbering mess. Apparently, Indie made him nervous- but why? Why was she different from any other girl he’d fucked before? Kings, who was quite intelligent with social situations, finally decided that if they fucked, he could shove his awkward emotions and distract himself. From then on at parties, Kings would buy her drinks, drugs, anything she wanted- but no matter how trashed, smashed, or blazed she got, she never seemed to want to sleep with him. She soon enough began to log onto the town chat quite a bit, Kings usual realm of being a complete jerk, and he suddenly found himself as weak as ever, stuttering his pathetic ass all over the internet. He had no booze, drugs, sex, or money to distract her now, and it became dangerously known that he, the great, popular Kings, got nervous around Indie. Before, it had stayed between them- but now, everyone had seen what was going on, though there was no way they could possibly understand it. Whenever Indie needed something, Kings found himself leaping to her side to help; if she needed him to bring her home, he'd bring her home; if she wanted waffles, he'd get her fucking waffles. But the claustrophobic feeling of being trapped, unable to escape her.. her amazing presence, was something Kings could not shake.
Letting out a load groan, Kings rolled over in bed as the obnoxious doorbell rang throughout the house. Jesus. Who in their right mind was awake this heart, let alone at his house, ringing the doorbell? Moving onto his side, Kings forced his eyes open to squint at his clock on the bedside table, eying it bitterly. 9:23. Who the fuck was bothering him at 9:23 in the morning? "Fucking dickheads," he muttered under his breath, "Fuck my fucking life." Somehow managing to drag himself out of bed, Kings picked up his boxers from the floor and put them off, rubbing at his bare chest for a moment, before making his way towards the stairs. He couldn't remember who he'd been with last night, but if he'd been sleeping naked, then it had probably gone well. Of course, Kings was too angry about being woken up to try to remember the details of the night. His head was pounding, he was ready to fall asleep on the spot, and there was a good chance that he'd beat the fuck out of whoever was waiting at the front door. So when Kings finally reached the bottom of the stairs and threw it open in pure and utter irritation, he couldn't help but stop and stare at the sight in front of him. As Kings stood in his boxers and one sock, there was Indigo Kessler, standing every so.. Indie-ly on his door-step. Blinking furiously, he gaped. "I.. uh.. h-hey," Kings finally muttered after a few moments, beyond bewildered, and entirely unable to pull himself together. "Uh.. c-come in. I mean.. uh, if.. ifyouwantto."
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Post by indigo harley kessler on Nov 8, 2011 0:19:26 GMT -5
as there pretty much was a reason behind every single thing in life, just like science liked to shove it in our faces, there also was a reason behind indie’s behaviour and behind the fact that she would never let herself get too attached to someone in general. you see, she had already been attached to someone, she had already had feelings for someone. she was not born as the completely heartless, cold bitch that she now was. who could have? there must have been some point in your life were you had been hurt to become eventually that kind of person. no human being was ever that cruel naturally. it did not exist. her situation was somewhat complicated. she had not been betrayed by someone such as a boyfriend or a friend, she had not been abandonned by her parents. well, she had, but as we mentionned before, indie did not give more of a fuck about them than they did. no, she had been abandonned, in fact, by the only person she had ever truly loved. you know how most teenagers, when they had their first boyfriend or girlfriend, would think that this person was the love of their life, how they thought they knew what true love was? well, they did not. you see, the person she had loved was not some boy she had met during her english class (or whichever) and had fallen completely and madly in love with. it was not even love in the romantic way of the term. it was love more in the friendship and admiration way. indie’s parents had always been drug and alcohol addicts. they would barely take care of their daughter. when she was just an infant, her grandmother would usually live with them while her grandfather took care of their own house because her parents were most likely out instead of feeding her and changing her diapers. as she grew up, it had not changed much. her grandmother was not around anymore to take care of her seeing as she was absolutely capable of doing that on her own. she would still spend most of her weekends and vacations over at her grandparents house, however, and that was where she had become the greatest of friends with her grandfather. well, that was until the poor man had to be sick and pass away, thus abandonning the poor girl. what’s up, sleepy head? the girl said happily as kings opened the door to her in only his boxers and a single, lonely sock. she raised her eyebrow, a light laugh escaping her lips as she made her way past the boy and inside his house, keeping herself from making any possible kind of comment. she was not even sure she would have bothered dressing up if someone had woken her up at that time when she had had a really good night. her eyes wandered over the few objects that she guessed made this place kings’s home and kicked of her shoes, letting them place themselves however they might have wanted next to the front door and turned back to her host. sorry to be invading your house like that.. she said in a happy tone, a smile lighting up her usually dark face. she was happier than she had been lately this morning and there was absolutely no reason behind that happiness. she had absolutely no clue where it might have come from and was not planning on finding out as of now. she put down her bag and took her leather jacket off, revealing her pale shoulders. don’t worry, it’s not waffles. she remembered that time when she had asked him to take her back home and when she had asked him for waffles. she remembered that he did not like those and thus had thought that it would have been smarter to bring him something else, something he would actually enjoy. she then picked up her bag and looked over at him in his boxers and only one sock, chuckling lightly. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - credit , to me tagged , mister kings alexander radley, aka sam. music , stuffies. outfit , clickers, bby.words , SIX SEVEN SIX. notes , you motivating me with louis didn’t work, lmfao.
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