Re: The Ye Old Shoppe o' Curiosities (An OpenBook Production)

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Molly:
I could tell that we were both reaching the end of our little ride; the water was going cold, his grip was getting tighter, and my pants became little shouts. Clearly we were aiming for something big.
I could have grinned, but my lips were too busy attacking his, desperately pleading for him to go faster to hit harder to make the horrible waiting go away and help me find some release.
The desperateness echoed what I felt earlier, only, I knew that this one would end pleasant.
Definitely.
Well, if Fergie did his job right that is.
He seemed to be doing a rather fine job because each time our bodies hit in gasping force our moans matched the beat of the water and I could feel the edge beneath my toes. I curled them, to hold it, to help me push off.
And I did.
With his name of my lips, a silent prayer as I fell in bliss, body tensing around him.
He was good at his job, not that I'd ever tell him.
He was arrogant enough as it was.

Lila: I peeked my head around the corner cautiously with tired eyes but felt them light up to see him, though he was soaking wet.
I hurried back and pulled a clean towel from the stack of laundry I had managed to do, I did have to google how to do the foolish task mind you, and set about wrapping it around his sodden body. I caressed his hair gently and kissed his nose with a smile.
"There.. My lovely little husband burrito.." I murmured.
My body felt heavy as I pulled him back to the couch and my pile of awkwardly folded laundry to search for some dry clothes.
I must have been humming. I couldn't tell.
I was so tired.

Johnny:
The kiss started my heart again in a painful sort of burst, crunching the muscle into activity as my lips tugged at hers, afraid to breath and break the kiss and find her gone. No. Not that torture.
I couldn't bring myself to pull away like I did on the day in the park.
No.
Not again.
But it was her.
She was still there.
My eyes were wide and hands were shaking as they grazed her soft rounded cheeks, and my fingers fell through her hair. She was real. She was here. I rested my forehead on hers and used my thumbs to wipe away the tears as they stroked her cheeks in ginger circles. And I was content enough to just have her damp body near me. Almost.
But it was that soft sigh after her sniffles that awoke the hunger that I had let lay dormant for our time parted, the hunger that prowled the edges of my sorrow filled mind, growing more restless. And it was that hunger that caused me to pounce on her lips again, hands a bit more rough as I handled her closer, my body heating up in the response to her shivers.
She loved me, and I her.
And it made sense as I led her back to the bed, the tightness in my lower gut growing in need, heat creating a hardness that was.. well.. hard to ignore.
I gasped her name into the vulnerable flesh of her neck and my fingers etched my sighs into the skin of her sides, of the small of her back, of her rib cage as I pulled off her shirt.
She was oh so willing and pliant and my body was hard and in need of her softness my edges rough and raw.
She calmed my hungry biting need into a dull throb of yearning with her little touches.
"Robin... I need you..." I pleaded.

[OpenTheDoor]

(Sorry about the wait -- college is horrible at the moment -.-)

Fergie: Even the chill of the water couldn't cool the inferno we were building. And we were climbing, just inches away from the peak of the volcano, the one which was ready to erupt at any moment.
All we needed was one last push to get us over the edge, to fall into the crater.
And it seemed that Molly singing that sweet mantra of my name was enough to coax me over the edge, her moans, her desperation for me to get her there, too.
Falling into the abyss of bliss, I felt my whole body shudder, my upper lip twitch as I sprinted across the finish line. Euphoria spread through every inch of my body, my toes curling in preparation for the landing, that relief as I continued to kiss her neck, muttering my constant love for her as I let her ride out her high, almost falling into autodrive by instinct.
"I love you," I murmured into the flesh of her neck, kissing it ever so gently, softly making her landing back to Earth.

Olly: Seeing her eyes light up was enough to make my heart do so.
Sure, after that I was tired, I was upset, I was disappointed, however, when I looked at Lila I knew that it wasn't all bad. Well, I had her.
"Thank you," I smirked, wrapping the towel around my shivering body, "I didn't know you knew what a burrito was."
I didn't think that that was haute cuisine, fit for a princess.
But as she disappeared into the back, I followed her, wondering where she was scittering off to. My brows furrowed as I watched her sorting through a pile of clothes, ones which looked like they were folded by a five year in a rush.
Was she...doing laundry? Like a normal woman?
I blinked a few times, observing the messy pile of 'folded' clothes, half-smiling at it. At least she was trying, bless her.
Though my stomach twisting, realising why she was so rubbish at it -- she wasn't meant to be folding laundry. She was meant to be a princess.
But she was acting like a common wife.
"Much happen whilst I was away?" I asked, "Customers, revelations...?"
I knew that I probably needed to get her one of those fancy folding contraptions like Sheldon did on The Big Bang Theory. She'd appreciate that, right?
"Do you fancy getting an early night? The clothes will be here for us in the morning..."
She looked tired. I wasn't going to tell her that, but it was true. The bags under her eyes were turning into suitcases. I was worried that she was getting delirious.
She was humming. My nan did that before she went into the retirement home.

Robin: The intensity was insane.
The kiss, it literally took my breath away, as I felt myself crumble and melt in his arms. I was simply putty as he pulled me back to the bed, just doing as he was telling me, letting my body by guided by him and the blossoming ache of want within my gut. It had only made me want him more, being away from his for so long. From his touch, his kiss, his scent...
I felt my body quiver as my shirt was taken away, not from the cold but from the need to have my skin touching his once again, our chests pressed together in a near sort of desperation. Of course, he was nuzzling the sweet spot in my neck, something which never failed to make my emotions run wild. I was sure he knew that. That was why his whispers were working so damn well to make me moan his name.
I really needed him. There and then.
My hands made their way to his chest, nails digging in slightly as the loudest moan to that date slipped by lips. Not-so lightly, they pushed him down. I pushed him down onto the bed. And before he even had a chance to move, I pounced on him, my lips latching onto his again as my body began creating that sweet friction it wanted so desperately.
The only thing in the way were my soaked-through jeans. But they were easy to get rid of.
Though they started at his mouth, my lips began to make a journey, the long trek down his toned body. And having it between my legs was more than enough for me to give a little smirk.
I was a lucky girl, really.
My fingers followed the lines on his skin, the new markings on his body, my kisses following the trail just behind them. I could feel him tense beneath my touch, just that little bit of power making me even hungrier for him.
And damn, he was near enough ready for me. As I reached his waist, a small sly smile came across my lips, my lust-glazed eyes peering up to see what he was doing.
He knew what I was going to do, right?
So, I let my touch explore a little more, my fingers trailing lightly around and about. Soon my lips rejoined them, making their own little exploration themselves.

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(no worries, I understand completely)
Molly: My tired moan met his sweet mutterings as I was lowered to the floor slowly. Our arms holding each other up with sleepy comfortable grins, the water, now coldish, hitting our backs as if mild congratulations.
I snuggled closer.
"Sleep now.. I think I'm clean..." I muttered, my hair in a messy knot and makeup a bit more smeared around.
I could care less, for I felt a bit beautiful in his arms.
Oh the romantic crap, but how true it was.
"I love you more..."

Lila:
I snorted at him.
Of course I knew what  burrito was, what did he think I did when I snuck out? Go fishing? No, I was wild, I was rebellious, I tried every sort of fast food there was.
At his little questions I raised a brow, though it felt like lifting a weight, and suppressed another chuckle. "Like what? Within the laundry I have found enlightenment? I think I did do a mighty fine job though." I finished with pride, beckoning to the messy tower.
It was perfect.
My grin melted into a small smile when he mentioned an early bed and I could only imagine being curled up against his chest in blessed dreamless sleep. He kept the nightmares at bay, most of the time.
But it was so much better than nothing, plus it felt better to wake from terror into his arms than none at all.
My Olly.
"Yes.. I think that'd be a grand idea. Y'know.. I had this thought.. if we could create some sort of magic thing that could fold laundry.. we could make billions..." I murmured tiredly, leaning into his side.
A slow smile crept on my face, sleep sounded simply delicious right now.

Johnny:
I watched her slide down my body, hers now bare in the delicious light, and I followed each kiss of her lips. Each blink of her heavy lidded eyes.
She kept moving south and my eyes grew wide.
This was not happening.
No.
This was definitely a dream.
But when a strangled gasp left my lips I could only than the Gods and Goddess this lovely little bird had flew into my path.
It was the shock that had me.
My mouth was open, both in a look of anticipated wonder, awe, pleasure and to gasp in air in shock. I couldn't believe where her fingers taunted and where her lips followed, and I forced my body to still it's shaking quakes as I grunted and groaned in ecstasy. Oh Lord.
She definitely had a mouth on her, but it wasn't the witty comments I was enjoying. Oh no.
It was truly becoming hard to think, to breathe, the tightness causing me to fist the sheets to stop my body from moving.
I was reciting every chant of light I knew in my head so I could last.
It was wonderful torture.
I had to pull her back up though, I couldn't let her go through all that trouble without a little reward.
So I echoed her movements, setting the uncomfortable hardness that now screamed to be dealt with, and made my own little exploratory mission to watch her quiver.
Watch her shake.

[OpenTheDoor]

Fergie: She felt clean? I was still feeling pretty dirty myself.
"That's not possible in any way, shape or form."
Taking a hold of her chin, I lifted it, letting her lips meet my own in a deep, slow and deliberate kiss; a complete contrast to the heat of our moment.
She could never understand the love which I had for her. For all of my time being alive, I never had felt the same about one person. And at that moment in time, having her in my arms next to my racing heart, it was truly perfect. Sure, we were in a mess -- the whole worlds' fates were being entrusted onto my Molly, but, still...
Taking a soft hold of her hand, the other switched off the tap, ending the waterfall on my back. I began to lead us out, grabbing towels from the side. Slinging one around her body, I helped to wrap it around, kissing the top of her head, "Come on. Sleepy time."

Olly: A small smile and made its way to my lips, parting slightly to give a light chuckle. If it was perfect in her eyes, then it was to me, too. I was sure that many of us was the same, only for the wiser person, in my case, my mom, came along and pointed out all of the flaws.
I learnt quite quickly, though, fortunately. I kind of had to.
"They have something like that already," I smirked, "Without magic."
I'd probably have to source her one if she was going to be doing more laundry. I wouldn't want to look any scruffier than we already were. People wouldn't have thought that Lila's family had the money that they did.
Taking a hold of her hand, my thumb softly stroked the back of it, just taking my time to stare down at her soft and tired eyes. It was sweet, really.
"Come on, then. It's closing time. The rest of the folding can wait until the morning," I smiled, "I'll be up in a bit, okay?"
Kissing the top of her forehead, I kind of realised that if I moved then she would topple over. She was pretty much in a zombie state at that point from tiredness.
I knew what I was going to do.
It was at that time when I thanked the fact that she wasn't the tallest person in the world and that I had plenty of practice carrying tired girls up stairs -- Robin always fell asleep on the sofa as a kid.
Without losing my grip on her, I somehow managed to lift her up bridal-style. And before she could say anything, I began to take her up the steep steps to our humble little room.
Placing her down on the bed, I put a kiss on her forehead, "Be right back."

Robin: A sly smile couldn't be removed from my lips. His reaction was perfect, just what I was hoping for. The deep moans made my gut twist in want, the quaking of his bones causing my mind to spin. It took all of my strength not to jump on him there and then, to move along. But no, he switched our places.
And I couldn't believe what he was doing to me. His slow kisses down my body ignited every single nerve on my body. Air got caught in my throat, my brain shutting down as I was flooded with euphoria.
I guessed that was what they called 'I scratch your back...'.
My hands fisted his hair, my back arching into him, moans escaping my mouth. I was literally on Cloud Nine, looking down at the tiny little critters beneath me. They couldn't understand the pure and raw emotion which was running through my veins from his touch.
I knew that I couldn't let him go again. I knew that I would never allow that. I had to do everything in my power to keep him with me, when he did all of that to me. He was the only one to make me feel whole and complete like that. In the heat of the moment, everything felt just right, absolutely perfect.
"Johnny," I groaned, my chest quivering as it rose and fell, "Please..."
I couldn't wait any longer. I needed him. I needed him to start my heart beating again, it having skipped a beat far too many times. I knew I was shaking, that I wasn't too far away from my highest level.
I just needed one last push from my Johnny.

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Molly:
I nodded tiredly, dazedly, and shuffled after him, a smile on my face as I rubbed at it with edges of the towel. Fergie snatched one up for himself and began a quick towel dry session of his body, that was rather entertaining and left him a perfect subject to nuzzle my wet hair against.
My bare feet padded against the elaborate wood floors until I hopped up onto the bed, roughly rubbing the towel against my head to dry everything off quicker. Wet meant cold.
Fergie was warm.
As soon as his weight pushed the mattress down I dove for him, tackling him down into a cuddle wherein I promptly fell asleep.
Happy sleep.

Lila:
I felt safe until he left, though in my new state of determination I fought off that cold tightening in my chest and held onto the comfortable feeling that sat next to my heart only moments before. I closed my eyes, easy enough when they felt like they were being pulled down by ten pound weights, and forced myself to dream of nice things. Of good things.
Pushing away the dark and scary things that tended to crowd my sleeping head.
He would be right back.
And my arms were open and waiting for him until he did.

Johnny:
At her cries I complied, I was nothing if not hers to command, and dragged my lips up her body, moved totally by lust, until I met hers. Letting our tastes mix in each others lips whilst sending moans through gasps of ecstasy like words across telephone wires. The morse code of our hands grabbing and pulling sent responses in record time between the lines.
And in a soft caress of her cheek, and another whimper to be sure, I sunk in slowly, my manhood hardened to her cries of pleasure as muscles tightened. It felt like the perfect singing harmony of a gospel choir and the deep vibrating beats of a dubstep drop. Our bodies tingling in suspended homeostasis.
Until I had to move, friction driving me mad to create. Body moving, bumping, rubbing, searching for my end in her.
And my lips sent out a string of foul curses that praised her in every dirty way that was possible, and even with their dirt did soft things grew like flowers.
"Scream for me." I whispered, biting her ears.
I needed to know this wasn't fake or a dream, even though each thrust my body promised me it wasn't. I needed to be sure, too many times her phantom form slipped through my fingers leaving me alone and the sweat turned my body cold, leaving only a growing emptiness instead of this blessed fullness I now felt.

[OpenTheDoor]

(Sorry -- I've been busy. Also, I'm going to be away for a few days...not that I've been on recently, anyway -.- Life good for you?)

Fergie: I knew that I was wearing one of those smiles. The sorts of ones which you only wear when absolutely everything seemed perfect, when nothing seemed to matter or could ruin the brilliance of the mood.
And having my Molly cuddling my chest was only proving my point.
Staring up to the elaborate ceiling an chandelier above us, I gave a contented sigh, Molly's soft snores and mutters as she slept reminding me of how lucky I truly was.
However, I was stuck with wondering.
Where was Jeffrey?
The fellow only seemed to pop up when he was required and apart from that he was out of sight, doing his own thing, perhaps. He did say that he knew other House Elves in the palace... He was probably just catching up with them.
Shame for him that we were leaving soon. We needed to buy baby things...

Olly: Giving a small smile as I watched Lila snuggle down into the duvet, I turned and headed back downstairs into the shoppe front. Fortunately the day had been quite quiet and nothing really needed cleaning. I knew I could have gotten away with not sweeping until the next day, luckily enough.
I was nearing knackered.
Stretching out my back, I gave a yawn, walking towards the front door, keys in hand. And as I flipped the sign from "OPEN" to "CLOSED", I took a glance outside into the darkening lane. It was a curious place, there. Who knew that in the middle of such a big place would there be something that looked like it was pulled right out of the Medieval times.
That was fairytale magic for you, I guessed.
Gently, I began to whistle a little tune, nothing in particular, just something my brain made up. But as I was about to shut down the blinds, hands reaching out for the wire, I stopped.
My eyes looked back out into the dusk again, trying to make out any shapes as to what was causing a little niggle in my brain.
...is someone watching me?
It definitely felt like it.
Shaking my head, I simply blamed it on my fatigue and pressed on with finishing up shoppe, locking up the till with a little spell which was written down on the side to use. And with that, I ventured back upstairs to find Lila lying there, arms out, ready to great me again.
That small smile found it's way to my lips again as I quickly stripped down to my boxers. Softly, scared that I would wake her, I slipped into the bed, helping myself to her arms and snuggled down into the duvet myself...
But still the niggle wouldn't leave.

Robin: Oh, how I had dreamt of his body, but even my nights filled with the memories of our past meetings couldn't match the sheer perfection of that moment. It only left me feeling empty, realising that it wasn't reality and was only a figment of my imagination. That wasn't, though. That was genuine, the same raw emotion as I felt the first time on the hilltop. The same flood of pleasure was driving through me, making my head spin in pure delight.
My body tingled as he bit into me, my senses burning bright underneath his touch. I could feel the glow of my half-lidded eyes as he ground into me. I couldn't stop my back from arching, wanting to feel him more against me. Who knew how long it would be before our bodies would meet again?
I couldn't dare to even think about it.
As his lips caressed my ear, I fully realised to what extent I was truly his. I couldn't even think about going against his wishes. I was truly his.
"Johnny!" I screamed out for him, nails digging into his back, "Oh, my God!"
I bit down into my lip, the euphoria washing over me. Our time apart only made this moment begin to build up to a bigger climax. I could feel it starting to churn within me. As my legs wrapped around him tight, my lips searched for his again, tasting the two of us together as one.
A whimper passed by my lips as I looked up to him, staring into his glazed eyes. Even so, I knew it was him, that stare I had missed so much, the musky, woody scent I knew was him. The curves of his strong muscles, the etchings of his abs on his waist. He was truly perfect.
That moment was truly perfect.
I was his and he was mine.

[bookcrazI]

(no problem bb- we're all super busy right now) (I also feel like now would be a good time for a time skip- I can write it if you want. I dunno what Molly and Fergie could be doing, but I think Lila and Olly should be mid search for this mysterious dude who hexed Olly. And I think Robin and Olly should be all cuddles and love until they have to face the fact that they can't really stay like that and be all emotions-- yes?)

[OpenTheDoor]

(Yeah, that sounds good... We could skip it so they're going back home? Maybe Molly and Fergie could be packing up so they're ready to head back, Olly and Lila are in search for the dude and Johnny and Robin have a heart-to-heart after a couple of nights of her "visiting" him in the magical kingdom place... But yeah, feel free to start it My French teacher decided to give us three pieces of big homework for tomorrow -.-)

[bookcrazI]

(These might be a bit short but my inspiration well is going a bit dry cause school is rather thirsty :/)


Molly:
I pushed the my clothes into one of my allotted chests, apparently 'gifts' from the king along with all the gowns I had received to wear for the special occasions. Don't get me wrong, the were beautiful, lovely things that made a girl feel like a princess but I felt like I was taking handouts from King Rhys.
Although the pageant girl in me took all but five seconds to squee and throw them into the trunk. Pretty things were definitely a weakness of mine, which was probably why I liked Fergie. The damn pretty boy.
He laid on the bed, only in his jeans, while Jefferey and I toiled about with belongings. We had begun to mutter quietly to each other about how lazy people often slept alone.
Which brought a snicker from Jefferey.
"So.. Fergie. How's your packing going? Hmmm?" I asked finally, locking the lid on my final chest and brushing off my travelling clothes.
All I got was a groan.
Of course he was above it all, I thought with a twitching eyebrow. I gestured to Jefferey to push him out of bed in the least gentle way possible as I focused on magicking our trunks into my pocket for safe storage.
And Fergie just groaned. Wonderful.

Lila:
After three days of searching, of Olly travelling back and forth between me and his father, of late nights of searching on the internet we had two leads.
Two.
My knowledge of detective work, which was rather limited as it was only recently that I had been introduced into 'NCIS', made our little accomplishment seem.. well.. Just that.
Little.
I could do little as I was pretty much, permanently stationed at the shop until we found this evil, horrible man and Olly was torn between staying out searching for him with his father and staying with me. I couldn't bear to see him so stressed.
The days with his father were not good days, he often stumbled home with a sour expression and tired eyes, which irked me to no end. Sufficed to say I did all I could to make him feel better.
But none of it seemed to be working.
None of our tireless searching and waiting seemed to even scratch the surface of our two suspects, as both men were.. supposedly.. dead.
Death certificates and everything, although, I was told that that means little in this world. Apparently it was easy to fake a death.
But as I stroked Olly's hair with his head in my lap, I couldn't help but worry. How much longer did we have?

Johnny:
My staff had begun to worry, at first they accepted my excuse of meditation to regain my strength from the long trip to Kind Rhys' castle, but that only lasted about a day. The second day I forced myself, rather violently, from the seductive paradise my bed had become.
Leaving my plentiful supply of happiness curled around pillows, her hair spread out across the pillow and eyes closed tightly in peaceful sleep.
It took too much time to deal with the days proceedings and each moment infused panic into my bones that she'd be gone once I returned and that I'd be alone again.
Less whole.
Broken once more.
But every time I rushed back to my rooms, she was there, with a change of clothes or a book, waiting for me. She'd look up, a bit scared, and soon a grin would spread across her pink lips making her eyes squint a bit until they closed when my lips tasted hers.
It was days of bliss.
It pained me to lie to Molly,luckily I saw little of her as my duties seldom crossed hers. Still. The ache of untruths bit at my toes when I thought of her, or when Robin asked about her in our ember like cuddling after being scorched.
This time was no different, although a heavy weight of words had come to rest upon my shoulders.
She looked up, that precious sparkle that grabbed at my heart clumsily, and suddenly she was in my arms, or I was in hers.
Lips crashing, as if this was the first time once more.
Hands clinging, like it would be our last.
Bodies attempting to meld together, to avoid parting.
"Robin.." I moaned mournfully, "We cannot... I can't.. I... I must leave tomorrow.. love...Sweet, what.. what will we do?"
I cradled her close in the forced silence.
Heart teetering on the edge.

[bookcrazI]

(umm.. bb?)

[OpenTheDoor]

(Sorry, college is still burying me. I should be good by the end of this week, though! My uni deadline is Friday so I can stop worrying about things. I pinkie promise that I'll be replying soon. Thanks for being patient!)

[OpenTheDoor]

So yah, sorry again :/

Fergie: I think that the rich food had caught up on me.
After days of stuffing my face in between games of crochet and chatting to snooty nobles, my stomach had finally announced that it had had enough. Bloated, swollen and nauseous... It wasn't the best feeling in the world.
"Brilliantly," I muttered to Molly, "I didn't even bring anything, in case you had forgotten."
Well, Robin had dropped me off with little more than Johnny's jeans and her hoodie. King Rhys hadn't gifted me any fine clothing or chests in which to put them in. He simply gave me words of 'advice' on random subjects.
"When playing crochet, you do not lift the mallet above your waist, Lord Ferguson!"
"That was meant to be a rhetorical question, or did you not realise?"
"House Elves are only good for two things: cleaning and selling."
I had to differ on the last one. Jeffrey made a brilliant lasagne.
Sitting up with a sigh, I watched as Molly zapped the little boxes to a size perfect for a ring. It was still strange for me to see her do that. To think, I liked her originally because she seemed to normal...yet there she was, Guardian of the North in all of her glory.
"Are we going to say goodbye to Johnny before we leave? Who knows when we're next going to see him..."
He had told us everything which had been happening, although he had been acting rather strangely. He always seemed to be lost in thought or in a rush to finish things whenever I saw him. It was...weird. Like he was hiding something.
But whatever. If it was important he would have told us...right?

Olly: Two leads. Hours upon hours of hard work with just two leads.
So much time we had spent with heads in books, searching for rumours and leads, talking to my father for details... Nothing seemed to add up. There were flaws with each of the leads, though, the main ones being that they were both dead.
But that wasn't the end of the world. Warlocks faked their deaths a lot. It meant that you couldn't be convicted for their crimes. They could settle down for a bit. All they had to do was lie low for a while and make sure that they don't do anything that would get the attention of others and they would be fine.
Either that or they went to the Human world. The law couldn't strike them down.
The two suspects: Randal Herena and the one simply known as The Source. They were the ones who Timothy may have made his deal with. There were rumours that both of them were still operating and were willing to make deals with anyone. The Source was the one who seemed to be the most famous out of the two, however, and was the one which most people picked before he supposedly died.
"Lance said that he didn't know the whereabouts of either of them, though," I murmured, half asleep.
Though Lila's fingers running through my hair as I laid down on her lap was comforting, it wasn't dealing with the problem which plagued us. Plus we had to manage the shoppe. And Molly was to return according to Robin so we needed to find a new place to stay...
Life wasn't getting good.

Robin: Those days seemed so surreal. I was in a haze, tottering through my life, my mind fixated on what would be there to greet me later on. I knew they couldn't last. Common sense kept on reminding me of that however my heart wouldn't listen to it. It only wanted to elongate the time, to believe that we could have lasted that way forever.
Alas, it was untrue.
So as I stood there in his arms, lips locked, mind scrambled, my brain was screaming at me to get on with it. Yes, it was killing the moment, but... I knew it was right.
Okay, so I had prepared myself for it. I had been talking to the mirror trying to say what I knew I had to say over and over a million times so that I could say it without tearing up. Honestly, I was still having trouble with it then.
"Johnny..."
The thing was, throughout all of my little stays, though we did talk, it wasn't the thing we did the most. Mouths were too busy searching one another to chat. Honestly, I still had a lot to say to him, to tell him about. I just didn't want to ruin the moment. Our goodbye was so rushed, it was as if he had been snatched right out my grip. It simply wasn't fair!
I hadn't even gone into the whole thing about my father, and...well...
I just didn't want to even think about it.
But as we stood there, wrapped in his arms, I drew in a long breath, "I have to show you something."
Slipping out of his hold, I stepped back and grabbed a hold of his hand, leading him back to the bed, not for the same reason as the nights before. I sat down and took his large hands in mine, even as they shook. I was finding it hard to look into eyes, the ones which I grew to love. My simply just stared down into my lap, almost as if I was searching for an easy way to come out with what I needed to say.
I just needed to come out with it. But the lump in my throat was making it difficult. Shutting my eyes for a second, I looked back up to Johnny and frowned.
I didn't want to tell him but I knew that I had to. It was his right to know. If I didn't tell him then who knew how he could have reacted...
So went for it.
"I'm going to be leaving. My father wants me to go with him and be his apprentice... I've been thinking about it and I have a feeling that I should. I don't know what it is, but... I know I need to. Call it instinct, but... But there's a problem."
Truthfully, that was the easy bit. It was only then when my eyes began to water, the tear daring to teeter over the edge. It was then when my heart was beating faster than anything ever before. It was then when I lifted his hands and placed them on my lower stomach.
In a strangely calm voice I murmured, "I think I might be pregnant."

[bookcrazI]

(Awww bb- don't feel rushed- I was just wondering how you were doing!! I know how u feel so take your time and get through everything kay?? and don't be sorry :/ u did nothing wrong)

Molly:
I pursed my lips and nodded, he had been rather dodgy for the last couple days and constantly flushed. I would have worried for his health if I didn't already know how many attendants he had checking over him after every second.
The only solace he found was in his room for sleeping, it seemed. I gently placed the last of my belongings in my magic Hermione bag before shuffling to the door, waiting for Fergie to get up.
"Well? You coming...?" I asked, muttering a few rude names under my breath.
He was so utterly lazy sometimes.
But he did look so simply divine on that bed.

Lila:
I hummed gently in thought, fingers switching their stroking pattern. They had to have missed something, something had to be a clue, the one thing that they could find out that would make everything else make sense and therefore make everything better.
A happily ever after set in stone and some cool guitar to play off into the sunset.
Perfect endings like in the shows.
I began to chew on my lip, mentally flipping through all we knew, which was unfortunately very little, and hoping to catch one of those... catches.
"Perhaps.. we missed something.. we could.. go through it all again? I don't.. I don't think we have all that much time left.. the.. tattoo is bigger now.. Wait. Couldn't we.. Just.. Interrogate.. Timothy?" I asked finally, feeling a tad bit of hope.
If anyone knew it would be him, he had made the deal after all.
Of course, I felt the past weeks of rebuilding myself threaten to crumble at the thought of confronting him, but under that I felt a bit of rage. That rage was something new, and strangely perfect.
"If we get.. your father, perhaps? To get him.. we could.. interrogate him." I repeated.

Johnny:
All was romantic, perfect and sweet and devastating all at once until she pulled me to the bed. I felt mild terror at the possibilities of what 'I need to show you' meant.
My mind jumping straight into the horrible things.
I clutched her hand as we sat, eyes searching.
Her eyes began to water and I stroked her hand with my thumb.
And then she began.
She was leaving, and so was my heart.
It sunk and I felt hollow, but I already knew that this would happen, I knew she couldn't be with me like this forever, this was only a brief respite to the horrendous loneliness. I trusted her though, she had her own duties and I had mine.
We both were tied to commitments before each other, and yet, our knot stronger. I could deal with the pain, we would be together, I knew it would happen, time was the only horrible factor to it all.
I had enough nights of memory to keep me sane for a while, keep my chest warm.
But the problem, the problem caused my poor battered heart to clench again.
And she uttered them.
Heart breaking and heart filling words.
My hands cupped life.
I couldn't help but cry, the complications of everything spinning through my head, after a moment of utter silence. I lowered my head to her stomach to kiss it. Us.
A gift and curse all at once.
And I cried.
"Don't go.." I whispered, voice breaking.
I couldn't leave her like this, not with... not with my child in her. I had caused this, to my own stupidity, each lovemaking moment rushing back in a flurry of quick decisions, and I could not rightfully abandon her to it. To her and her father? What would he do to her?
He did not seem like a sympathetic man.
I could.. I could find some sort of excuse, she had aided me in the human world and so, touched by her kindness we were betrothed? I had a vision from the Gods? Somehow I had to fix this.
"I can't... leave you.." I whimpered into the fabric of her shirt.
I pulled away and pulled her into my lap, close, hand holding her head and other the waist. I couldn't let go now. Time was our enemy.

[OpenTheDoor]

Fergie: I jumped up like a dog being beckoned to come along for his daily walk, tail wagging happily behind him. It was like I had forgotten the tummy troubles all at once. I had to admit, though, the trousers which I was given at the beginning of our visit were starting to feel a little bit too tight.
"Where are we going?" I asked, finding and buttoning up a shirt.
Johnny would have been too busy to bother, surely. He seemed to be tired a lot of the time. All of the work was probably draining his energy. That's why he always seemed to be in a rush to return to his chamber...
Well, Jeffrey had promised us to keep an eye on him whenever he had a spare moment. That was what he had reported.
Anyway, it would have been good to talk to him before we left. Who knew how long it was going to be before we were going to be able to see him again?

Olly: I pouted in thought to her suggestion. Getting Timothy would be a hard task, possibly not impossible, but it was going to take a lot of planning. I could easily have found him, it was just restraining him...
"It's worth a shot, perhaps," I murmured with a sigh, "I have no idea how we'll be able to detain him, though. He easily beat off my father and could do the same with me..."
Plus he had the upper hand. He had the people on his side. Everyone thought that I was a monster who stole an Elven princess. We were the ones in danger. If he found out where we were...
Then it hit me.
We were in a magic shop filled with potions and ingredients and spell books. There had to be a way of creating something which could hold him, even for a little while.
Jumping up, from the comfort of Lila's lap, I gave her a smile, "I'll go find my father. You have to look in some spell books and try and find something which can either neutralise his powers for a while or can keep him caged up. Perhaps both... I'll return soon."
From the side, I grabbed my coat and slipped it on, then the scarf. It was starting to become necessary to wear, the tattoo starting to spread up my neck. In case anyone saw it in the shoppe and knew what it was, I had to keep it hidden.
But as I leant over and kissed my wife, I recoiled slightly. Then a sheepish smile came onto my lips.
"If you like the sound of the idea, that is."

Robin: I didn't think that he would cry. Well, I didn't know how he would react.
Lose his temper.
Sit there in silence.
Take it all on the chin.
But as he kissed my stomach and wept for me not to leave. I could no longer keep back the tears.
I just couldn't believe that what Timothy had said that horrible day was true. I was pregnant. The five pregnancy tests I took had all said the same thing. The two stupid little blue lines.
...but he had mentioned twins, and...
I bit into my lip, trying to stop tears from spilling over, Johnny's making mine fall harder. I knew I was shaking, my hands gripping onto the cotton of his dampening shirt as I burrowed my face into his neck, almost as if I was trying to hide from the problem.
Having a child was meant to be a happy time. Why did it appear to be so bitter?
"I-I-I don't know what to do," I mumbled into his neck, "I can't stay with you. I can't leave without you..."
Surely I couldn't have been an apprentice and a young mother at the same time? That couldn't have been possible. Anyway, he was an old man. He probably had a traditional mind and would slaughter me if he found out. Or my child.
Not that I would let him touch it.
But if I turned down his offer then he'd have to take away my powers and... I didn't know. Some part of me didn't want them to be taken away. Some niggling feeling within me which felt like it was clinging to my heart...
I swallowed down the lump in my throat and sighed, trying to calm down my nerves a lot more, trying to throw out the mental images of me cradling an infant in my arms in a dark and dingy flat, barely scraping together money to feed our mouths.
"What are we going to do?"
I didn't know why I was asking. I wasn't expecting Johnny to have the answer to our mistakes. We should have been more careful. Things would have been less messed up, messed up all the same but perhaps more bearable...
I was just glad that I didn't throw up.

[bookcrazI]

Molly:
"Did you not listen to a word I said?" I asked finally, brushing my hair from out of my face.
Sure, I hadn't said the destination outright, but he should've been able to follow the line of the conversation to figure out what I was thinkin....oh. Well.
I suppose...
I suppose I was being a tad bit hard on him, although his bright eyes and bushy tailed expression showed him no worse for wear. All cute and puppy like as if I told him we were going to go 'walkies'. Didn't even matter where.
Oh lord.
I paused for a moment at his adorable eager face and bit my lip. We had a little time...
And I deserved it, I had been working hard and he was gone and I was gonna get as much of him as I wanted.
SO there.
I grabbed his hand quickly, practically snatching it off his arm, and after a short glance around I pushed him into an alcove for a kiss. His back hit the nicely painted wall with a soft thud, his breath escaping his lips in confusion and I descended. Like a starving man onto a steak I let my lips hit his with force and hunger. It was a rough, searing kiss, to be frank ,but it was both fast and efficient on my part, as after I pulled away both our breaths were laboured.
Eye contact practically molten.
And that's how I left him.
Sure, when I left him there, in the alcove I may have swaggered away all smug like as he was wide eyed and confused.
And turned on.
Heh. He deserved that.
On the downside, now I was a little hot under the collar too, alas it was a double edged blade. My skin a bit too warm to the touch and clothes.. since when were they this itchy?
I kept cool, though, I continued my way in the direction of Olly's quarters for my proper goodbye.
"We're going for a proper goodbye, if you're still wondering." I called back.
Oh, this was just rich, his face was just a contortion of mixed emotions, I couldn't help but snicker.
Ah yes, it was me with the true power here, I was the Guardian of the North after all, and what a saucy guardian I was.

Lila:
I nodded dutifully after the kiss, shuffling him out, hope again flying on open wings. Oh yes. We may just get through this mess, and we'd do it together.
As he ran out the door  I immediately pushed myself up from the comfort of the lumpy couch and to the ceiling high bookshelves. This would be interesting, oh yes indeed.
I started with the 'T's traps should  be a good enough place to start, and three heavy volumes should at least have an inkling of desired information. I put them back onto the couch and curled up around them, getting comfortable enough to read them, resolve pooling in my bones. If I could trap Timothy, then he would feel my helplessness. He would feel that terror I had.
And he'd feel my nice right hook to the jaw.
Perhaps revenge motivated me a little.
But that was better than fear or pity.
"I promise you, Timothy, you will get your penance." I whispered vehemently as I flipped through the musty volume.

Johnny:
I shook my head in a loss of words, all the elegant pretty words I had learnt throughout my life, even the sharp ugly ones, had seem to have left my lips and only her name was able to skirt across them messily.
Oh, all the gods and goddess.
Why was I seated with such painful goodbyes.
This wasn't even a confirmed one yet and I felt the utter helplessness set in, like the first time I had to leave.
Her questions, so innocent and soft, like a child asking about a simple puzzle, should not have been meant for our predicament or for her soft young lips. Hers, the pretty pink things, were made to smile and yet cruel fate had destined them to curve backwards.
This was my fault.
I had to fix it somehow.
"I could... I could take you with me, tell your father... you wish to study magics alone for a while.. and.. I could.. claim you to be my fated wife..I had a vision.. I..I.." My face nuzzled into the side of her neck as I tried to think up ways.
"I..I could run away with you again...another holy mission? Leave my brother in charge?" I murmured softly.
Anyway we could be together was better than the alternative.
Sure, my people..My people needed a leader, but I was not cut out for it, I was simple another person who was born at the right time and place. There was surely another.. someone else who was better suited to it.
I would leave it all in a heart beat for her.
For our... child.
I laughed quietly.
"If.. If circumstances weren't so sucky.. I'd tell you this was the best moment of my life.." I whispered.
Something of both of us.
Special.
But gifts are not haphazardly given in this world.

[OpenTheDoor]

Fergie: So yeah, at first we were simply walking along, me trying to catch up in Molly's footsteps, muttering how she knew I got confused easily that early in the morning...
Then she pounced.
Hands either side of my head, she pushed me into a shadows to the side, her eyes filled with a raging lust. Air got caught in my throat my lips were tightly sealed shut, her body forcing onto me like a drunkard on a slut in a nightclub, only rather more elegant yet just as shocking. Even so, as she pulled away, her stare like a hunting lioness, it wasn't just the lump in my throat which had been raised.
And I thought I had Little Fergie well trained by then. Apparently not. But what had caused her outburst of passion?
Pregnancy hormones. Was she getting into the good time when she would just want sex all of the time?!
...I could only hope. And trust me, I had everything crossed.
Clearing my throat, I readjusted my shirt collar to try and let a little more oxygen down my throat. I didn't know it was so tight. I stumbled forward, out of the alcove, my glazed eyes searching for her. But as they landed on her sashaying ass of hers, everything got just that little more...restricted.
Did she want Johnny to see me like this? Sure, I was pretty much hers to command, but that wasn't something I wanted to show to the Guardian of the South -- only Molly could know that I was whipped like that.
"O-okay," I mumbled, finally catching up with her, "That'll be good..."
But in all honestly, I was no longer thinking about Johnny. I was more focused on little old me. Well, I was a lot more important.

Olly: The nights were certainly getting colder. As soon as I stepped out of the shoppe, I was hit with a gale, one which almost knocked me back. I swore that the alley acted as a wind tunnel, channelling it to keep people at bay.
Nevertheless, I flipped my hood up and ventured out towards the park once again, head down to the floor, careful of avoiding pedestrians as much as possible.
Truthfully, it was getting hard to do the normal things after the press report. Even going to the store was a dangerous task, in fear that someone on the off chance would recognise me and begin the trouble.
But no, everyone's thoughts seemed to be busy on themselves, trying to get home on time, beating the traffic to get the dinner going. How their lives were so simple.
If only they knew.
Yet, then again, I wasn't going to trade mine for the world. Sure, it was messy, but it was good. It wasn't something I would have traded willingly. And I was sure that I was going to get it back to perfection as it was.
Giving a sigh, I turned off of the main street and down a shortcut, one which lead to the park a bit quicker without going through the main part of town. Though I knew there were animals scrounging for food, even Humans doing the same, I was sure as long as I kept going, I was going to make it all right.
That was until one thought entered my mind.
And it was calling my name.

Robin: An attempt of a smile rolled into my lips, his light laughter tickling the skin on my neck. At least he saw the funny side of it, the happy side. He was going to be a father, potentially. His blood would be running through a child's veins. Sure, I had dreamed that maybe, sometime in the future, we would be celebrating the news, however I never wanted it to be so early, so unannounced...
But he had a brother? Did that mean we had a way out?!
Suddenly my head was filled with all kinds of possibilities, of hope and of plans. My mind almost went into overdrive as it tried to commute a way out of the sticky mess we had gotten ourselves in...but common sense, that niggling doubt in my head, was screaming at me, to reel in the 'ifs' and 'maybes'. It destroyed the childish mumbles of 'everything will turn out fine as long as we stick together'.
"We need to be realistic," I murmured to the both of us.
We couldn't do everything. We couldn't run away. It hadn't worked before so there was no way it could have worked again, right?
My hands gripped onto his, gently playing with his knotted fingers as I did when I was usually nervous. Words emerged from the pits of my brain I usually ignored, forming sentences in my mind, then tumbling out from my quivering lips.
"You can't leave your people. It isn't fair... As for my father..."
Well, I was going to have to tell him. That I had all ready decided. I had no clue how he was going to react, what he was going to do, but...
"We need to accept responsibility..."
I didn't want to be saying that. Those words didn't seem to fit or suit my voice. It was far too sensible for me. I was used to laughing at the face of acting grown up. Yet, as I was sitting there, placing my hands upon his, I knew for once I had to try and accept it, to listen to the voice of reason no matter how long I had tried my hardest to get rid of it, to pretend it wasn't there.
"...even if that means separating for a little while."
I didn't want to say it, but, in my mind, it was the only thing we could do. His people needed him. I could have survived by myself. Anyway, it wasn't to be permanent, simply until the worst of the storm had blown over, right?
But as I cradled his hands towards me, I knew that I was simply guessing, only trying to fill my heart with hope once more. Did it work? I could only admit, only for a little while.

(Idea: Pan jumps in Olly scene and acts all like 'come hither'?)

[bookcrazI]

Molly:
I kept walking, grinning to myself; that adorable stumbling fool. I kept looking back too, I didn't want him to get lost, and his eyes seemed like they weren't really seeing anything and that merciful side of me was showing up.
He was like a little puppy, wandering all confused after me, I couldn't let him stay that way, no.. that would be cruel. So I simply waited for the next alcove to push him into and be a little wicked again, he didn't seem to mind it.
"Hey... Fergie... Who do you love?" I asked slowly with a grin.
Hey, I was a dirty talker, maybe it was the baby hormones talking but I wanted to know he was mine, only mine. One thing was becoming clearer and clearer, it would be a while until we made it to Johnny's to say goodbye.
If we could make it to his rooms.
A pit stop could be in our futures.
I grinned up to Fergie again, curling my finger around his red hair and waiting for an answer, my other hand slowly trailing down.

Lila:(reading)

Pan: (ooohhh)
I called out with the wind again, grimacing at the strain I felt as the magic pulled at my veins, my magic not used to the heavy weight of nonbelievers and reality. It even pushed down on my chest, making the air heavy in my lungs.
I did not like this realm.
I called out again to the kindred soul.
I had felt it in the passing breeze, tinted with familiar magic, and I could only hope that it was friend and not foe. I needed magic.
As the figure hesitantly stepped into the garden's grove an unfamiliar face was brought into the light. This face, this form, did not match the magic that lingered on it, and, upon closer inspection, a heavy curse curled around it's heart. Strange.
This was a dark magic, one that had not been used in years, back when I could call myself young and not be too far off.
I let my shadow cover my skin and slunk over to him.
"Olly... you're Olly, aren't you?" I whispered finally, the wind whispering her secrets to me after some light prodding.
He seemed suspicious, on edge even, though his face... it didn't fit. Like a mask one would wear for a silly mortal holiday, the expressions not attached to the soul, simply skin going through the motions.What a conundrum.
I sent my shadow to the other side.
"Olly..."

Johnny:
I nodded through her words, each one making my heart sink deeper into my chest. I had to keep telling myself that it was temporary.
That 'not now' didn't mean 'forever'.
I stroked her palm with my thumb slowly, looking into her eyes once more, filled with hope and sadness mixing together to create pools of questions. I kissed her then, pressing my lips to hers as my brows creased in effort to express how I felt, how everything inside me would crumble without her.
I knew she was right.
We had to be responsible.
I almost laughed at the fact that this had come for her, I would have pegged her for a 'let's run away and become happy rock and roll hermits in Sweden or something'.
I pulled away and rested my forehead on hers, smiling absently, our baby would be one strange little thing.
"You're right.." I murmured, "But.. I need.. I need a little more time to say goodbye.."
My lips caressed her temple in a chaste kiss, though it's intentions, I'll admit, were anything but.

[OpenTheDoor]

*ahem*
I'M SORRY
I'M SORRY
I'M SORRY
I'M SORRY
I'M SORRY
Sorry. You posted over a month ago and its taken me this long to reply to it -.- But anyways, how are you?

Fergie: She did it again. I didn't even know what was happening until she had me pinned to the wall once more, those tigress eyes delving into me. As her fingers toyed with my perfect crimson curls, I watched as those words slipped out from the edge of her lips, playing with every syllable like a mouse within her claws.
It wasn't fair. I didn't want this to happen. I was meant to be the one wearing the proverbial trousers. Yet, as I stood there, my lower lip quivered as I tried to stumble around for an answer. I could feel my cheeks burning up. And because I knew that they were reddening, they were getting even more fiery.
This wasn't fair!
"Y-you, Molly," I mumbled, "Only you."
My trousers were already tight enough because of the excess weight I had gained over the last few days, but it was getting difficult to stand normally the longer she teased me. There was bound to be dozens of unused rooms in this palace. We could easily have found one and put use to it.
"You're creating a bit of a situation here..." I murmured, nodding down to my crotch.
Though that was obviously her plan.
Why did she have to be such a vixen.

(Love the way we're calling him "Pan" not "Peter Razz)

Olly: My eyebrows furrowed. I didn't want to stop in the middle of the alleyway. Though it was probably safe, someone calling your name in the middle of a dark and dingy place was still making me nervous slightly. Even in the knowledge that I could have easily beat the crap out of them if I so wished it.
But it was then when I identified it. Light magic. And it was calling for me.
I turned, stepping back slightly to see the figure approaching me. The shadow seemed to shift from his face, letting me see who was trying to reach out to me.
I couldn't recognise it. He was quite young with a little crop of ginger hair tufting out from underneath his hood.
I swallowed, "Who are you? How'd you know my name?"
They seemed like reasonable questions to me. But in the world of magic, I had witnessed stranger things. Someone knowing my name wasn't massively weird.

Robin: Hearing him saying those words only confirmed them in my head. I thought that perhaps he would come up with something, but there was nothing to do. It seemed that we were going to have to part ways yet again.
My heart wept inside of my chest, his lips doing little to calm it down. The tears that had welled in my eyes were starting to spill over, running down my flushed cheeks.
I didn't want to cry in front of him. I wanted to remain strong for the both of us.
But as my hand cupped his cheek, not wanting to let go of him again, I placed my lips back onto his again. I poured every single emotion I had into that kiss, everything I had felt over those last few days, everything which I hoped never to feel again.
But that seemed to just be a warm-up.
My spare hand reached out for him, lightly gripping onto his shirt, almost as if I was clinging onto him for dear life. Perhaps I was, though. He was my everything. Without him... Well, we had already witnessed that I wasn't the same, that I was merely a shell with no purpose.
I was going to have to accept that part of me once again, it seemed.

[bookcrazI]

It's okie :3
I am doing okay, and you? I managed to get accepted to two universities.. but the one I want hasn't messaged me yet... Sigh...


Molly:
I grinned and nuzzled his neck, I liked the way he said my name, it was a perfect quiver of desire that made me want to kiss the tremble from his tongue. I wanted to swallow the way he said words and lick their lilt off his lips, absorbing the accent so I could remember it.
I wanted to hear it more.
I pushed against him harder, squishing my body against him and mentally checking each room near us for occupancy with magic, my lips absentmindedly kissing at his collarbone.
I was going to just blame this whole thing on him later tell him that it was... his... pants.. yeah. All his fault because he chose those pants.
"Why don't we take care of it then?" I purred, pulling away and cautiously dragging him to an abandoned room and locking the door.
Oh, magic, thou art so helpful.
I pulled him by the belt until I found the bed, pushing him down onto it and letting my grin return.
I liked this, oh yes, I was liking this a lot.

Pan:(ikr- I'm picturing him sorta like this:http://galaxyspeaking.deviantart.com/art/PP-Tinkerbell-411078491 although I know it's a tinkerbell redesign)
I let a small smile grace my face, so young his form was but old his magic. Curious, and familiar.
"The wind told me... I wish to put no harm upon you... Oliver, but I do request your aid if you decide to freely give it." I lamented, tiring from the game.
I was far too weak to play, something that almost horrified me, and I needed magic quick. A simple transferal would be enough, from there I could rejuvenate myself allow my body to heal.
It had been a long journey through the netherlands and the quiet realms.
No time for play.

Johnny:
I was pulled back into the kiss, force pressing our lips together and the gentle open of hers led to clashing teeth and desperate tongues.
We clambered at each other, seeking purchase in skin and cloth to grip onto and never let go. Like we were falling and wind was trying to keep us apart.
But we were stubborn people, tearing at each other's clothes, needing to be closer when everything was leading up to being apart. I searched for her skin, trying to memorize the taste and the little sounds she made when I touched her, caressed her.
"My love..." I murmured, over and over, mingling with her name as if the two were kissing.
The way she gasped mine, now that was true pleasure, to know that it was only me in her mind. On her lips, on her body.
Loving her.
It was all I could ask for in this moment.

[bookcrazI]

bb? Are you all good?

[OpenTheDoor]

Yeah. Sorry :S I was halfway through a reply and then the computer deleted my message and I got distracted and life got progressively worse again and blah... I'll be back on it ASAP Promise!
Anyways, you well? Colleges replying and all that?

[bookcrazI]

Ugh, I hate it when that happens.
What's going on with life?
I'm.... okay... I've been accepted to alll my universities - picked one and I'm all ready to go, my deposit is down and my residence application done- and I'm all happy about that, but school right now is getting me down.. and the stress of moving is making my mom a bit hard to deal with and ontop of that I need a new laptop- of which money for it is a bit tight.. so I dunno how I'm gonna get it
I'm... I'm hitting one o' those frequent dark spots where everything seems a bit nasty :/
Enough about me though- how are you and your colleges? How about the job, is that working out?
It's been forever since we last chatted!

[OpenTheDoor]

Tell me about it -.- Sometimes it saves it when the computer shuts down and other times it doesn't. No idea why... -.-
Just a lot is happening -- I'm stressing about college and it's getting me down and I swear I'm getting crazier o.O I seriously am starting to lose it... But I have a massive essay due in for Thursday and I have a mock exam week next week and I can't do maths anymore.
Oh that's brilliant! Congats! But I know what you mean -- 'cause I'm the youngest, my parents are starting to realise that because I'm leaving, they're gonna be all alone with the rabbit and the chicken... It'll all work out okay And try eBay for laptops? Got mine from there and got a great deal!
You me both, bro. Life's getting tough...
Apart from the stress, college is all right. 18th's Birthday in less than a month so I'm planning for that. Hopefully getting a new ukulele :3
Though I haven't had a job since last April My bestie's mum was gonna open a sandwich shop but then the bank rejected her plans or something so she couldn't get a loan. So that sucked. But the major problem is that, because of my last job and how badly that ended, I'm kinda too nervous about getting a new one... I think I'm developing a social phobia o.O
I know! I probs won't get the post done tonight as I'm rather too tired to think

[bookcrazI]

It's okay, luv, I don't mind -- I've been sooo tired lately.
Mock exams for me are just wierdly smattered across my schedule, I have to do an essay or two a week now..
I can't wait until may 24.. it is my last day of exams and I shall be done. I think I'm just gonna lie on a floor for a day, and no one will move me... unless I have to keep packing up my house.
I'll try ebay- I have this one at bestbuy that I'm looking at, I need a few specific things- long battery life, big storage, a good visual processer, and good ability to play games- but that means at least like 800 and up- and 800 is typically bad quality.
I think you'll do great at the jobs- I totally get the anxiety, but if you imagine that everyone doesn't actually care about anyone but themselves, then it gets a little better... there's less focus on yourself.. that's where I get my anxeity sometimes.
Finish it whenever- it's just a form of really fun procrastination for me

[OpenTheDoor]

Aww, I think everyone is at the moment :/
Mocks can go away... All the teachers are going crazy saying "they're really important -- make sure you're revising!" and that's not helping my stress... My French teacher's gone crazy with essays and translations and grammar and the like... I'm genuinely drowning -.-
I'll join you!
Oof, that's a lot! My little NetBook cost £100 and it can't multitask. I once had Spotify and Word working and it crashed o.O I lost everything and had to fork out a fortune to get a new processor...
Mmm, not really. I'm just really slow as I don't want to make a mistake and screw everything up o.O I would be okay if I had a job that didn't involve working with people :S So, how are you on the job front?
Haha, thanks. I promise it would take another month...

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Lol- I'm freaking out just enough to panic my brain into momentarily forgetting shit during important moments and the during the stupid ones it comes back. LIke i'll be having pancakes and my brain is all like 'remember how Stalin died in 1953?' and I'm like, NOW I DO...but I DIDN'T DURING THE QUIZ
like.. brain... what u doin? why u playin?
I need a gaming one and one with good battery life and can multitask and has good memory.. on ebay there are some really good options that I'm checking out.. but I know practically nothing so I have to bother my friend and go 'how about this one? is this good?' I feel kinda annoying.
Ugh
job
So like I have this job, camp leader, for over spring break, but liek... blah.. my mom booked a trip to get my passport renewed on one of the days I'm supposed to work, cause she messed it up, and she's blaming me for giving her the wrong dates and I need this job.. but I also kinda need my american passport and it was a lot of money to book and you don't get it back if u cancel..
I'm a bit angry at her for being angry at me..
But.. for jobs with people.. that's my job.. I must deal with a buttload of children and their parents for a week.. but it's good pay.. so.. meh.

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