a dreaded yet needed conversation[jeffy]

[aimee]

Belle stared at her computer screen in both shock and humiliation. She wasn't one who enjoyed confrontation, but she kept starting it. Kept getting into something she rather avoid. And here she was telling Jeff to come talk to her, telling him to come to her room. What if he got mad? What was she going to do then?

She felt a glare form as she re-read the conversation. Pushing away her computer and standing up off her bed, she thought of Leo's words. Did she really believe them? No. They just fed into her worst fear. Fear that no one would actually love her, that all she'd be was some person used for sex. That was what hurt the most.

She did love Jeffy though, r at least she thought she did anyway. IT was all such a foreign concept to her. She had never actually felt like this. Choosing what to do and who to do it with. Being able to have a say in something. It just wasn't anything she was used to at all. And that scared her.

'Maybe Leo was right," she thought, the tears forming in her eyes as she unlocked the door. How stupid could she be to think someone would love her? Someone dirty and disgusting? How could he want her?

'He did kiss hope,' the thought just crept in. And she cringed as the tears started to actually fall down her cheek as she made her way to her bed and sat on the edge. Okay so yeah Hope said it was nothing. But why did Jeff get upset about it? 'Because he doesn't care about you.'

She shook the thoughts out of her head and hoped that they'd leave before Jeff got here. Okay so she hoped Jeff wouldn't come at all. But then again she hoped he did. She wiped her tears off her face as the door opened, scared but excited all at the same time.

[jeffreemarccollen]

CAUSE I'M OVERLY ATTRACTED,
and terribly convinced

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Fuck my life.[/color] Thoughts that pretty much summed up everything going on with the boy. The constant drama was begining to wear him down with a brutal intensity. This school was nothing but trouble- nothing but fucking trouble. As he walked down the hallway, he cautiously glanced at the dorm numbers, dreading the very sight of the number 8.

What if she was just calling him over just to tell him they were done? He sure as hell wouldn't be able to handle that, not with all of the stuff going on. Hope had basically left him, in a sense. Left for that stupid Kobby guy, left to recover by himself. And now Belle was sitting there and telling him that she didn't care about him. That hurt. Hurt more than any pain Hope could ever inflict. Belle had actually said she loved him.

Sighing, Jeff rubbed his forehead in depressed fashion, turning the corner towards her row of rooms. Though he had absolutely no idea as to what he was going to say. He just wanted to hug her and tell her he loved her, but there'd be far more to say. Far more to explain. Finally, he spotted her room, and casually walked up to the door. Taking a deep breath, Jeff lifted his hand and knocked upon the wood in a firm manner.

As he awaited the door to creak open, Jeff nicked and patted at his hair. Making sure there weren't any fly-aways and what not. Taking yet another deep breath, Jeff stood up straight, putting his hands behind his back and looking down at the ground casually. Hoping for only the best to happen.





THAT YOU COULD BE MY PRINCESS,
and I could be your prince.[/b]


WORDS: 328 mebbe
OUTFIT: pew pew
COMMENTS: this is pretty lame, Oh, and you can just do what we did last time and power-play a bit. Pulling him in..etc c:
LYRICS: Jane doe- NevershoutNever
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[aimee]

Belle cringed as she heard the knock on the door and stood up slowly, looking at the mirror across from her bed. Straigtening her hair and smoothing her dress she walked slowly to the door and twisted the nob, opening it a crack before turning away again.

She didn't want him to see the red in her eyes, she didn't want him to know she had cried. She didn't want him to know anything so she sat back onto her bed and waited. As she did that she thought about her past. How she acted always the way that would make someone else happy.

First sweet and innocent to please her parents, slutty and bitch to please many people, then back to sweet and innocent. But was she really religous? Kind of yeah, or at least she wanted to be. Maybe that was the reason she read the bible, to please her church going parents. Never pleasing herself.

Straightening, wanting to feel powerful and in control again. She breathed and smiled, waiting for Jeffree to say something, not exactly wanting to make him angry at her. But wanting to scream and yell and tell him herside. Instead she just looked down and mummbled,"Sorry."

[jeffreemarccollen]

CAUSE I'M OVERLY ATTRACTED,
and terribly convinced

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As the door timidly cracked open, Jeff's stomach sunk in the nervous way that only stomachs did. Gulping, he shyly glanced through the door, just barely catching a glimpse at Belle walking away. Sighing, he poked his toe into the door, and willed it open. Walking in (and shutting the door behind him), he admired the room. So clean and organized, alot different from his own.

Eventually he spotted the girl sitting on her bed. Not seeming all too thrilled about their predicimate. Neither was he. Taking a deep breath, Jeff made his way into her bed-room, staring sick-heartidly at the floor. However, when she said sorry, he lifted his head, and glanced over at her in a curious-manner. He didn't really want her to feel sorry, for him, or for herself. Everything needed to just be perfect- but this was a relationship. Perfection wouldn't be much fun.

Sitting down next to her, he tapped his foot casually against the floor, finding comfort in the little ticks and taps. Though he wanted to, Jeff didn't make eye contact. Too ashamed to look into her pretty-little face and tell her everything would be alright. But he didn't let the air go stale." It's ok. I'm sure you didn't mean it."[/color] He said in a low voice.

Rolling his shoulders, Jeff reached his hand behind his neck, rubbing it with a few circular motions. But the tenseness of his muscles didn't relax in the slightest. " And sorry I haven't been like, paying more attention to you. I've just been really stressed lately, with all that's going on. I'll do better."[/color] Jeffree exclaimed, attempting to hold his mind back from sinking into those stupid thoughts. Oh drama, you lovely-little-thing you.





THAT YOU COULD BE MY PRINCESS,
and I could be your prince.[/b]


WORDS: 350 somethin
OUTFIT: pew pew
COMMENTS: Eh, this is kinda rambley.
LYRICS: Jane doe- NevershoutNever
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[aimee]

Belle watched him walk in, watched him look around. She felt her heart beat faster and ran a hand through her hair. Oh god she was sorry. She was. She didn't want to hurt his feelings, it was an accident. This all was accidental. She should of kept her mouth shut she should of just not been an overly sensitive jerk. But well it's in the past, all she had to do was wait. Wait and see what would happen next.

She wished she could rewind time and just be him and her in the room the last time. Life would of been so much easier that way. So much safer and less drama filled. Sighing she stood up and looked at him, moving her hair away from her eyes. They were filled with tears and had been for awhile. She was worried he hated her guts, and she didn't like that thought. She was always pleasing other people.

"I didn't mean it," she said, letting out a breath she didn't even know she was holding. "I didn't mean a word. Oh I feel so horrible." She felt her body untense and she walked over towards him and looked up.

"I shouldn't of overreacted Jeffy," she said in a soft voice. "I should of thought about how you felt and not done something so stupid like yell at you on the chat. It was retarded and all myfault." She gave a weak smile and kissed him lightly on the cheek, "Its okay. I understand if you don't get time. I get it."

notes: eh it sucks horribly