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Post by bristol alexandar. on Feb 2, 2010 17:17:21 GMT -8
After that they'd had both quickly returned to normal, Briar not doing much to be respectful and refusing to act like she might be enjoying herself a little, Rebecca desperate get her daughter to be nice to her again. It was pretty depressing all things considered. Briar used to be shocked at this kind of behaviour when her friends did it to their mothers, she'd never gotten it and she never understood how someone who brought you into this world and raised you could be so horrible to justify the kind of attitude they copped. Sure, since Rebecca had married Cristian she'd lost a little respect for her mother, mostly because of they way he yelled and the things he had said, she thought it was pathetic that her mother had settled for someone so unworthy of her, but for the most part he had been a nice guy, only occasionally lapsing into his Douche Bag mode and normally it was helped by alcohol. Though Bri's good opinion was lost entirely when his normal shouting had turned physical and towards herself. She might have been able to handle staying in the city had her mother not made excuses for him, told the nurses in the Emergency room they visited at least once every couple of days because Briar and her brother were hopeless klutz's that Briar had simply fallen again, that she'd "had a little too much wine with dinner, after all we were celebrating and you know how teens are". In that moment she'd gotten why Carly called her mother The Shrew, to her face, or why Jasmine would hit her mother without thinking about it, or Jada who simply ignored her mother and bossed her around. It turned to anger quickly, why were they bitching so much? At least their mothers cared enough to look out for them when their husbands were psychos, at least those mothers always took their sides, even when they were wrong. She'd long since giving up on the idea of ever having the good relationship she once had with her mother back, there was just something's you didn't come back from.
It was more unbelievable to Briar because Cristian was the exact guy her mother preached to her about staying away from, the guy she told Briar to never stick around after he'd hurt you or your family. And here her mom was, defending him, trying to justify to Briar what he had done and blaming the whole fiasco on Bri. There was even a part of Bri that was sure she didn't want the old relationship with her mom back, because the woman she saw now wasn't the woman she always knew. As much as she hated to admit it she'd taken heavily after her mom, the similarities between her parents had allowed her to act like she'd picked most of it up from her father, but her father was much more reserved like her brother. Bri and her mother definitely had less self-control and were more impulsive, they didn't think too heavily about their actions before they dove right in - full speed ahead. Briar would not have let Cristian do what he did, she would have been packing her stuff that night and heading out of there, that was what her mom would've done before. Now her mother was only a simple facade of what she used to be, she was much too meek and it she hardly laughed or smiled, she used to be easier to get going then Bri or Blaine. It probably should have made her more concerned, but she was definitely putting the sullen, self centered teenager thing into hyper drive when she was around her mom - which was something else her mom wouldn't have let her get away with a couple years ago. She also wouldn't have let her ditch on a Mother-Daughter afternoon with an excuse so thin as "I just wanted to do some shopping for Leah's birthday, it's coming up soon." She probably should have felt guilty, but she'd remember the night in the Emergency Room and suddenly any kind of guilt disappeared.
Briar was really heading out to see Ezekiel, he'd not been home from university in some times, and the times he was home he spent being gooey and romantic with Isolde, which in any other case would have made her gag, but he was an epic man whore that had finally "settled down", so to speak. It was more adorable then nauseating; but it still was a thin, thin line. Most peoples disgust with being around couples stemmed from bitterness and she had to admit that a little bitterness might have played into her distaste for it, she didn't have a boyfriend or date not because their was no one interested in her, but she had some silly self-imposed no dating rule. Something her father and brother never ever complained about but made her mother and Leah rather irritated. Her mom was worried about her becoming a spinster and who knew exactly why Leah was disappointed with it, it varied from time to time. Their was a heavy amount of cynicism with the time when it came to her and love, she'd seen the way her parents had been head over heels one week and the next they were fighting and suddenly getting a divorce because her mom had been cheating. She hardly saw much love in her mother and Cristians marriage after the new had worn off, let's not even talk about Briar's own disastrous experience with being in love. Witnessing all the turmoil her friends had been through she wasn't exactly eager to throw herself back into the game, a view she had semi shared with Ezekiel. She was pretty sure Zeek's former cynicism on love had come from sheer laziness and a lack of self-control, why date a girl for months before you could get some when he could go out to a party, drink a little with a tiny blonde, call her pretty and smile at her and have her bed less then a half hour later... She was glad to see the change that Isolde had brought about, it was good for him to have a challenge every once in awhile. She was the only girl to have never fallen in love with him, well, excepting Briar who had honestly never seen him that way. She hadn't liked him from the first moment she met him and her opinion only very slowly increased, he still got on her nerves, she hated his arrogance and how he thought he could just smile his way out of anything but it turned out he had some admirable qualities. Though her good opinion had increased it had never gotten so favourable that she'd ever thought about hooking up with him or developing a crush. He'd always just be her big brother and annoying best fried she spent most of her time abusing.
Honestly, she hadn't expected to miss him so much now that he was gone, it was almost like not having Blaine around. If it were Blaine she would have been beyond depressed, but with Ezekiel she was still pretty upset. It might not have been so bad if he had the time to talk but she only got to speak to him about once a week, when he wasn't doing homework or spending his free time on the phone with Isolde or Bella. So, she'd jumped at the chance to hang out, she'd been hoping she might have gotten the opportunity to see him while she were here, she expected a short leash from her mom as well as tight restrictions on Ezekiel because of obligations to school and work. Her excitement grew as she's boarded the subway towards the Village and was practically bouncing by the time she'd made it to her stop, she squeezed her way easily through the crowds of people, smiling to herself, God she missed this city. It didn't mean she like to come back, she enjoyed Hollow Creek too much, it was a busy city like New York, but she'd adapted rather well to the slower pace. She still knew the city like the back of her hand and admittedly had spent too much time in the Village, so she knew the place Ezekiel had said to meet him at thought it was a cafe that she'd never actually been in. She was half tempted by the store next door before she ducked into the cafe behind a couple of university kids talking about a brutal lecture. It was pretty busy and most of the tables were full up but a quick scan of the room and she spotted Zeek right off - it was hard to miss those man bangs. She darted off at speed that might have been too fast for a klutz like herself and she tripped into his hug, laughing a little as he picked her up, "Ah, dumpling, I've missed you!" She said, stumbling a little as he set her down and she stepped back, she grinned a little talking him in before a wicked smirk crossed her face, "My, my you've gotten older." She teased, she hadn't meant it in a bad way, but lack of sleep and his laziness had caught up to him, there was a bit of stubble that made him look less like a teenager and more like a man. "Tell me everything and make it long, I don't want to go back to my moms for awhile." She said with a laugh running a hand through her hair before she unwrapping her scarf.
STATUS: done
TAGGED: ezekiel james hathaway
WORDS: 2175, idk how that happened. 
LOCATION: new york cityyy
LYRICS: paramore "misery business"
MUSIC: nick jonas "rose garden", demi lovato "back around"
CREDITS: all this shit by meee. :]
OUTFIT: rightt hur.
NOTES: you're a lint licker... :]
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Post by ezekiel hathaway on Feb 3, 2010 22:29:50 GMT -8
Too fucking early, Were the males thoughts as he stumbled over his book bag in the middle of the room, before he rubbed his arms and traipsed towards the kitchen, tugging absently at the waist band of the plaid pajamas bottoms he had slept in. His head was throbbing, he had a hangover to end all hangovers, Sean's birthday had been the night before and of course Ezekiel had offered up his apartment for the festivities, Dustin had moved in with him the week before and evidence of two ridiculously lazy males were already evident, worsened of course by the party the night before. He was glad to find that there wasn't anyone passed out on the couch, or more specifically two butt naked people like he'd had to chase out of Colin's apartment the other morning when he'd stopped by to see the aftermath. He groaned, rubbing his forehead, he hadn't been drunk in ages, he hadn't been too many parties really since he'd started NYU at the fall, he'd turned into somewhat of a geek, plus he never ended the night happy. He was always too busy thinking about his friends back home, which to begin with had given him the reputation as being rather anti-social, because what kind of little bitch complained about being home sick? Eventually he had loosened up, but he still hadn't given in to drinking like he used to, sure the parties wouldn't be the same as they were at home, but these were new people and there was no need for him to be an ass, he could have other friends, it was totally cool. Yawning, he entered the bathroom and moved to splash some water on his face to help wake him up and avoid any more tripping. Exiting the bathroom, he paused as he heard running water, puzzled he looked back over his shoulder to see the faucet off, hangover brain realized a second too late the sound was farther away. No way Dustin was up, it was just past 11, he didn't get up that early on Saturday even when he wasn't hung-over, which honestly wasn't that often. Furrowing his brow he headed towards his kitchen and stopped just inside the doorway to the living room and saw a blonde cooking in his kitchen. For a split second he was back in time and he felt the same panic that came with forgetting a girls name, but a grin crossed his lips because he didn't have to worry about that bullshit anymore. The blonde had turned around then, and jumped to see Zeek standing there, Justine... She said with a chuckle, putting a hand over her heart, he tried not to let his gaze fall to the collared button up shirt of Dustin's she wore. He blinked, he could hardly say he didn't care even though he didn't, random girls weren't his issues anymore. Okay... He managed, scratching the back of his head, Don't break anything... He then said, his tone trailing up at the end and it almost sounded like a question, I'm just going to... Yeah, He made a motion to point behind himself back the way he came and shook his head wincing as he did and trudged down the hallway back to his room, leaving the blonde looking confused in the kitchen - no doubt she was used to the feeling.
He may not have envied Dustin the quick hook-up but he did sort of envy him the female company, considering his girlfriend was about three thousand and fifteen miles away, not like he had MapQuested that shit or anything. It hadn't meant that if Isolde were here or he was back home that he'd be getting that kind of female attention anyways, but he'd finally realized that not having sex wasn't the end of the world. Sure, it sucked, but he'd figured out that it was possible to be dating a girl and not have sex. It was difficult, he wasn't even going to lie, and it drove him crazy but it hadn't proved to be as impossible as he first thought. He had no qualms in admitting he used to be a total whore, he had his gentlemanly moments and he'd stopped and dated a girl every now and then, normally when they insisted - or in Elizabeth's case she'd just wanted to "experiment with dating"- and if he liked them enough, then he'd go along with it. Apparently this had all strengthened his conscience and he wouldn't even dare pressuring her into it. All around he had to admit that falling in love had brought about a change he still wasn't sure he'd understood, and something that he'd honestly only imagined ever happening to him, usually in the form of a bad dream. Thinking of dreams made him eager to toss himself back into bed, he could study later, or never. Both were appealing but he figured he would stick with the former. Though he caught sight of the calendar just as he'd fallen back on to the bed and groaned, Briaaar. He said into the pillow, which had not been the first reaction when she had called to tell him she was in town. He was much more excited and much less hung over and just desperate for sleep. He had been eager to see his best friend, it had only been since Christmas but their lack of communication in between made it seem like longer, plus he hadn't gotten to hang out with her much when he'd been home between family time and Ise time. He knew there was something important about today that he'd forgotten about last night.
Had it not been Briar he would have called to cancel, but you didn't cancel on Briar, less then an hour before you were supposed to meet her. Or at least with her penchant for abusing him he thought better of canceling on her. Plus he knew this was a weekend she was supposed to be spending with her mother, he probably should have been encouraging her to spend time with her mother but given the situation between them he didn't feel bad about helping her get away from Rebecca. Rolling off of his bed and to the floor he groaned again before he finally pushed a heavy breath through his lips and pushed off the floor, pulling open the door he blanched as the blonde from earlier was now attached at the lips to his roommate, and they weren't waiting for him to stumble back to his room, he suddenly remembered why he'd opted out of living in the dorms and instead got the apartment. Feeling his way to the bathroom, he all but dove into it once he'd made it his eyes shut tightly, he closed the door loudly and locked it fearing they'd want to take a shower after. He rushed through the shower, because after getting dressed and factoring in travel time he'd probably be late, since he was always, always late when it was something important. Which when it was one of his mom's events he didn't mind so much, it was just another thing to nettle her with and that was too much fun, he'd broken the habit a little bit since being Ise simply because Ise's mother looked like she was going to kill him anytime he showed up late to something she was also in attendance of. It didn't help that he monopolized her daughter's time thereafter. He threw on what was clean, then with his eyes covered he rushed through the living room area and out the door. The coffee shop wasn't so far that he had to catch the subway but it was far enough away that walking would put him seriously late, he hopped on the bus just before it was about to leave and was pretty much amazed that he was early. This never happened, he was never early. Though it was probably a good idea, the place was already hitting the rush and he snagged one of the last tables, one that didn't offer him a good view of the door, which would be imperative in seeing Briar, since she was a midget and it's not like he could look above the crowd to see her.
It wasn't fair for someone as evil as Briar too look so petite and fragile and doll like, everything screamed "Nice Girl" and she was, sort of. She was a sweetie and she was generally friendly, but she was sarcastic and quick to get angry, and could hit harder then some of the guys he knew. In a crowd like this he envisioned a sort Parting of the Red Seas kind of thing, he snorted a little and shook his head, flagging down one of the pretty waitresses, getting a cocoa for himself and a black coffee in a large mug for Briar. About that time he'd seen Briar breaking through the last few people in the crowd and grin broke across his face. Stunning. After so many years of harboring a crush on the girl it had been a little hard to still break himself from those kind of thought and it twisted in his gut every time, it felt wrong because of Isolde. He stood as she got closer and pulled her into a tight hug, lifting her easily and had the place not been so crowded he might have spun her, just for shits and giggles, I've missed you too, you little freak. He said with a chuckle as he set her down and trying to prevent laughter as she stumbled, she'd never ever be graceful. He frowned at her words, I'm not old. The way he said it made him internally blanch, could he have sounded more like a girl? He was about a step away from saying "I'm well seasoned." He had to admit she might have had a point, in his rush he hadn't bothered to shave, nor had he yesterday he'd never made it to a full grown bear but he had gotten a little scruffy every now and then and it did make him look older. It had also gotten him compliments so he wasn't sure he was too worried about it.
He allowed himself to give her a once over, making sure it wasn't in check out territory but simply in a making sure she was in one piece kind of way. Her smile was big and her eyes glittered in a way that spoke of genuine happiness despite the fact she'd was here to spend time with her mother, but he'd have to wait for her excitement to wear off a little before he could properly see how she was doing. He chuckled, There isn't much to tell honestly... He admitted, before motioning to the table and sitting himself, After classes and then all my homework I barely have enough time for sleeping, He said shaking his head, but the after effects of a party were clear on his face he continued, I mean, we did throw a party for my roommate yesterday, it got a little crazy but other then that... He'd turned into a grandpa and he wasn't even twenty yet, this hadn't been how he envisioned university, he'd expected it to be crazier, more fun, but so far he'd actually had to spend a ridiculous amount of time on his work to get A's unlike at the academy where he'd put minimal effort into it and had still managed an A. University was hard. He'd have loved to be partying like all his other friends, but really it turned out he actually cared about how he did academically. Not only would piss poor grades disappoint his parents but it would disappoint himself. What about you... He asked, smiling as the waitress returned, Black, like you like it, He pointed at the steaming oversized mug as he pushed it carefully towards her trying to keep the disgust off his face, he never got how she could drink it that wa. Even now when he needed all the caffeine he could get his hands on he hadn't been so desperate as to drink coffee black, with a ll the Red Bull and Monsters he bought it was a great time to buy stock in the companies. How is this thing with your mom going so far? He continued, after taking a sip of his hot chocolate, sure, he shouldn't have spoiled her good mood so early if things were going bad but it was easier to just rip it off like a band aid, then it wasn't looming on the horizon.
tagged to: briar alexandar. status: finished. word count: 2120. credits: you made that up there. but you knew that. lyrics: no you girls by franz ferdinand notes: don't hate cus i'm cooler then you are. |
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Post by bristol alexandar. on Feb 5, 2010 0:28:27 GMT -8
Her eagerness to see him, however, had made the distance to his table in the coffee shop impossibly long and crowd had seemed to have doubled magically as she pushed through the people, who either didn't see her because she was all but invisible this short or were too rude to move. She hardly wanted to let go when he sat her down, but she laughed at his words, "Hey! I've grown a whole inch, smartass!" She said, rather proud of it, still it only made her five feet and one inch tall but it gave her some hope that she might be able to at least hit five two, it was still short, but it would have made her feel a little more normal. Her height wouldn't matter all that much honestly if she could somehow find a way to be graceful enough to wear heels. She'd worn them a lot in New York, but she was normally flanked by three or four girls on each side or she'd ditched them, with the way she used to act she could easily blame her klutziness on too much alcohol. Briar cracked up at his words, he was worse then a thirty year old woman, it was almost like being around her mother for a moment, but she smirked, "Oh my god, is that, like, a wrinkle?" She asked her tone openly mocking, yeah, they were horrible best friends to each other, they lived to torture each other. Or at least she lived to torture him, she had too much fun doing it, and when someone is that cocky, it's necessary. Their relationship was more typical of the stereotypical big brother-little sister relationship, she frequently referred to him as her big brother, she just wished he hadn't taken the duty so seriously. "I didn't even mean it in a bad way, it makes you look like less of a pretty boy." She observed, pushing some of his hair in place, her mom mode kicking in, "Do you own a brush? Have you sworn of product?" An amused smirk trailed on her lips before she returned to her original train of thought, "Seriously, it looks good on you. I don't want to see you sporting a full on beard though, that would look weird, but this scruffy thing is pretty good. " And by the look in his eyes, she was pretty sure he'd already been told so, and she rolled her eyes, "Look at me, I'm going soft..." Briar sighed exaggeratedly, and shook her head, "Quick, do something I can insult you for." She teased, had his ego not been so immense she would have been more inclined to compliment him, sure, she did compliment him but they were sparing and only done when she couldn't help it.
Bri laughed a little, yeah right, there was never "not that much to tell" when it came to Ezekiel, as she looked him over she could see the telltale signs of a hangover, he may have looked good but you could tell he was tired and fighting a head ache. She raised a brow questioning this sentiment, but he continued on, "Oh really?" She challenged, leaning back in her chair and shooting him a look of disbelief, "It lookes like you've been doing a little more then homework.. Unless they have 'On Partying and Hangovers' as an official course." She teased with a small, knowing grin. Briar's smile widened a little bit as he mentioned a roommate and her gaze dropped to the table, thinking about teasing Tav that him and Ezekiel should move in together. She pulled herself from the memory quickly, before she looked back up to him, "A roommate?" She prodded, "When did you get a roommate?" This whole not being able to talk everyday anymore was getting super annoying. The last in depth conversation she had really had with him was making him promise not to do anything to her step father when he would inevitably run into him at Na'ima and Gabriel's wedding in March. "Well, I hope the party didn't get too crazy..." She said pointedly, she knew Ezekiel was too in love with Isolde to actually cheat on her and he hadn't cheated on his other girlfriends, but she'd seen him drunk, he had less elf control then her when he was sober, it wasn't hard for things to happen. She would've trust him as a boyfriend, especially seeing the way he was with Ise, completely devoted, but she was pretty sure her insecurities after the whole Cooper fiasco made her more likely to think that he might possibly let things get away from him one night. She shrugged, worrying her lip for a moment, trying to find something interesting to pass on, "I'm done with the dress." She said, smiling, "I'm actually really proud of it. It's not perfect or anything, I'm sure there are millions of better designers out there for it, but it's not terrible either." She said, pride warming her cheeks, before she looked up as a waitress came and set down coffee in front of her.
She wrapped her hands around the too large mug to warm her hands before she took a sip and smiled at Ezekiel's words, "Good job, thank you." Before her smile turned teasing, "I don't supposse I could get a muffin or something out of you could I?" She asked with a saccharine sweet smile, before she shook her head, "I'm good with my coffee actually, I ate before I left anyways." She said, taking another sip of her coffee and looking up at him over the rim, "Go ahead and ask..." She said with a sigh, as set her mug down. It was clear he wanted to know about her mom, it was impossible to hide things from her and he was too predictable. When he did, she smiled, "I don't want to kill myself..." She said, before she laughed lightly and shook her head, "We actually had a true blue civil conversation," She paused to take a sip of her coffee, though gulp would really be the more appropriate term, she loved her coffee. "I guess it's not so bad," She shrugged, there wasn't really words beyond strained and cold that came to her mind. Her mom was trying her hardest to make Briar loosen up but Briar wasn't going to, she was just as stubborn as her mom if not more on occasion, Bri was pretty much positive that there was no way she was going to be able to let this thing between them go, her mother had made things like this when she took Cristian's side. "In all honesty, coming here was the most enjoyable part of the trip. I've really missed the city, I didn't quite get my fill this summer. I love being here." She said, with a soft smile, "I don't want to leave Hollow Creek or anything, I have a lot there now, but I do miss the city life." She said with a nod, dropping her gaze to her mug before she looked back up at him, "I got a B on my Trig final, first time I've ever gotten above a C- in math, I'm shocked, honestly." She said with a chuckle, running a hand through her hair. "I wish I could tell you more, but I really have been too wrapped up in this dress thing."
STATUS: done
TAGGED: ezekiel james hathaway
WORDS: 1705
LOCATION: new york cityyy
LYRICS: paramore "misery business"
MUSIC: cassie steele "grain" & alyssa bernal "showstopper "
CREDITS: all this shit by meee. :]
OUTFIT: rightt hur.
NOTES: in your own mind.
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Post by ezekiel hathaway on Feb 9, 2010 0:48:20 GMT -8
Never in a million years had he expected to miss Hollow Creek. So what it's where he lived his whole life, so what all of his friends were there he was ready to be perfectly content in New York. He couldn't lie and say he wasn't either, but he also couldn't lie and say he wasn't homesick either. He loved New York City, though most of his time spent her had been full of stress, but that was just university; it was supposed to be hard. He was hoping it might have been about as easy as his work at the academy but that was another story for another time. He had been all prepared to leave Hollow Creek up until about two weeks before he'd headed off, realizing last minute that; yes, he was finally getting away from his parents (because already moving his grandfathers old house he was steadily restoring just wasn't space enough), but he was also getting away from everyone else. He didn't want to get away from everyone else. Even Isolde's stupid cousin who was trying to get naked with his best friend. He was not going to be abused daily by his sister or worse so by Briar, he wouldn't pulling off crazy stunts with Blaine or torturing all of the boys who thought Isabella was going to be their next girlfriend. None of that. It was suddenly almost not worth leaving to get away from his mothers constant demands he be on time or go to this even, go on a date with so-and-so's daughter - though that had stopped as soon as she had realized that Ezekiel was serious about pursuing Isolde, even though his mother was still a little frosted he was dating a girl she hadn't set him up with. The families may have been close, known each other for years, their fathers played golf together and their mothers had the same frenemy relationship, his mother had never put any serious thought into setting Isolde and him up, at least not any that she'd gotten around to implementing yet. His mother was glad to see the end of his self-coined "Man-Whore Days" but she also saw it as another step towards an independence she wasn't ready for. Yeah, he's always balked at her demands, but eventually he always did wha6t she's told him - money talked and she loved to threaten to take away his allowance, she couldn't touch his inheritance, the royalties from his writing or even the money he'd made when he'd decided to get a job to gain a little more independence from his parents but the allowance they provided made up the chief of his income especially when most of his inheritance was being funneled into the remodel of his house. He was really thankful to be out from under his mothers thumb so to speak, but sometimes he was pretty sure it was worth it to be back there. Most of his friends had stayed their for college, not another one of the seniors he knew had come to NYU, they'd either on gone ahead to HWU (which the academy pretty much fed into) or they'd attended UDUB or a school in Oregon or California. Even though he'd had all the money in the world to spend to go back and forth every weekend, he didn't have the time, he'd spend more travel time then a kid attending UCLA so it wasn't exactly feasible to come home once or twice a month. He was lucky to find the time on his breaks to make it back. As it was he'd had to stay at the University for most of his winter break.
It was why he was so eager to see Briar again, she was a little piece of Hollow Creek in the City even though she was pretty much a New Yorker herself. This was her element, she knew this city literally like the back of her hand, she'd been able to rattle off names of places in the Village he'd never heard off even though he'd been living there since August. It either meant he didn't get out enough away from his school or the girl was a walking New York Encyclopedia. Still though, he was used to Briar surrounded by rain, tripping down the academy halls dwarfed by football players and not skyscrapers. In a coffee shop it was still almost like home, but there was a grittiness that came with the city that never would have fit with in Hollow Creek. Seeing her part the crowd filled a hole in him rather nicely, he still hurt from wanting to be back in Hollow Creek but she was enough to make him feel back at least as long as the visit lasted. Wow, a whole inch! Smirking, he patted her head, I guess that means you finally get out of the booster seat now. Flag the waitress down and let her know we won't be needing it after all. Clowning on her height was his favorite thing to do, he suffered greatly for it, but the frustration that would crinkle her nose and the indignant tone she got was adorable, it never ever got old and try as she might the little thing could never just sit there and let it roll of her shoulders. A lot of things she was able to dismiss with a simple roll of her eyes, or just acting like she hadn't heard you, but he always knew he could get her with her height. Ezekiel glared slightly at her words, Ha ha, I'm not that bad. Shut up. That was his moms territory, his dad said that he couldn't remember a time when she'd had full function of her face. It was a pretty fucked thing to say but it hadn't surprised Ezekiel, the way she pushed Bella about keeping up her skin and the crazy stuff she tried... He hoped that were he a girl he'd never get that stupid, he hoped it didn't really rub off on Bella either. Half the time all those surgeries and procedures just made people look worse. A pretty boy? He repeated, his brow arching slightly, that wasn't a term he'd even been directly called to his face, no doubt it'd been applied to him. Ezekiel sighed and pursed his lips as she began to mess with his hair, God, Bri! And with the way he said it, he might as well have been saying Mom, it was the same tone you'd use with your mother as she licked her finger and scrubbed something off your face. Or tried to redress you in public, it was totally embarrassing and it didn't feel cool at all to be babied. Especially at nineteen by your seventeen year old midget best friend. Yes, I do. No, I haven't, I was just rushing to get her on time, you know how me and punctuality never agree. It was the constant thorn in his mother's side, but he just couldn't help it. Something always happened and he was always late. He smiled down at her, trying to hide his shock that he'd managed to get a compliment out of her, Bri wasn't a bitch but she gave out compliments sparingly to him because of his ego, she had some crazy notion that she'd be able to reduce the size of his ego...
It was just never going to happen.
He admitted, his ego was large, larger then most and his primary setting was cocky. Though, in his defense, it was almost how he was raised. To begin with he'd never been told no, he was used to getting what he wanted materially and attention wise. Later on puberty had been very kind to him, he knew he was sexy and so did everyone else, no girl had ever neglected to let him know either. He'd never met a girl who hadn't been attracted to him, minus Bri and for about an hour he'd been worried that Ise wasn't interested him like that either. Literally only an hour or two, all his worries had faded when she'd kissed him back. Though he'd still had a few scares, considering it took him a while to finally get her to agree to a date, then she was almost as abusive to him and his ego as Briar was. Almost. Briar had the corner on the ego abusing market. He almost felt bad for Theo. Then he remembered that he was trying to bone her and his big brother attitude made him completely unsympathetic. Good. Maybe it'd make him leave her alone. Looking down at Bri, he rolled his eyes, I'm sure you'll find something to insult me about. He mutter, before his grin turned cocky, Though, today in my Philo course a girl called me ruggedly handsome, so I'll just think about that. He retorted, little proud of himself, though he hadn't really outsmarted her. That was seemingly impossible. Ezekiel snorted, No, but doesn't half of the student body wish... In fact he didn't think he'd really mind taking that class himself. Uhm... Well, He paused trying to figure out the math in his head, he mouthed the months to himself, Hmm, well, Dustin was always crushing at my place anyways he didn't have a dorm and my apartment was closer then his so I think in like... November? I just told him to move his shit into the guest room. He said with a shrug, before he took a drink of his coffee and looked at Briar, puzzled by her look. You're thinking about him... An amused smirk crossed his lips, as he examined the blush flourish over her cheeks, she was too easy to read sometimes, Look at you all in love... He said, trying to control the tightness of his voice, trying to blame it on his older brother instincts and not that he used to wish he was the one in Theo's place. He sighed, Thanks for the faith, Bri. He replied frostily, before he shook his head, Dustin was boning some blonde this morning before I left, it was horrifying thing to have to stumble upon. He shutter a little disgust turning his features. Ezekiel grinned, Thats great, I'm glad. I can't wait to see it. He said infusing as much excitement into his tone as he could, he could care less about clothes and Bri sewing something else was hardly anything new. Though he knew how much she was freaking out about the project because of her mother's attendance at the wedding. Briar, you're fantastic. It's probably perfect and I'm sure everyone is going to be in love with it.
If you want one, I'll get you one. He offered, ready to flag down the waitress again, but he dropped his hand at her next words, You'll love their cinnamon rolls though, if you change your mind. He said with a knowing smile, they were her favorite. It's what they had gotten on almost every Saturday afternoon, coffees and a cinnamon roll for her as they just hung out and talk. A tradition they'd long dropped as a regular occurrence before he'd left for NYU. I don't know what you are talking about... He said trying to affect innocence and a little bit of confusion, he though it was impossible to fool her, even on a good day. So he did ask, and he was a little less then pleased with her first response, he was hoping the reproof transferred to his features. What about? He asked taking a sip of his coffee, regretting the question a second after, maybe he didn't want to know. What if it was something giggly? Like about periods? Not so bad isn't great but I'll take it. He smiled as the glow on her cheeks returned, only Briar would love the packed conditions of the city streets, being jostled around and the smell of the dank air. Seeing my ruggedly handsome face is only the second? He questioned, with a smirk. You got a B? I think I might faint. He teased, shaking his head, he'd given up on trying to help her learn math, she was pretty much a lost cause. Blaine finally getting through to you? Has he tried hitting you upside the head like you do us all the time? He asked, remembering the few times he'd had to have her help him with some of his work, which was normally something stupid like history or psychology. He frowned at her words, before he hesitantly reached across the table and touched her hand, Briar, what your mom thinks doesn't matter. You're a great designer, you have so much talent. Don't let her intimidate you. He knew she could get really wrapped up in her projects, but from what he'd heard from Kaileah she'd gone pretty nuts with this one.
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Post by bristol alexandar. on Feb 12, 2010 0:38:25 GMT -8
Bri snorted, "Really?" He was so that bad, he definitely should have been a girl, at the very least he'd be a good canidate to become the next dude getting tons of plastic surgery to look like the Ken doll. It wasn't exactly the reaction she was hoping for, but underneath she could see it had irked him just a little, she smirked and nodded, "Yeah, right down to your designer Italian shoes..." Her eyes flicked down to the shiny leather shoes before, her smile widened at she tugged at the collar of his button up, "This, doesn't help. All you're missing is your Mr. Roger's sweater." Which wasn't as much of a slight as it could've been, Mr. Roger's was a pimp. Amusement coloured her features and she began to laugh, almost too loudly at the look and petulant tone she got. So she had a Mom habit? Who cares? If he dressed himself properly or took five minutes to run a brush through his man bangs she wouldn't have to do things like try to fix it for him when they were in public. It wasn't the first time she'd done it, nor would it be the last, especially since it was just so damn amusing. Since she'd first done it and gotten the reaction she had, she found herself looking for things to nit pick. Right now, it's not like anyone was watching him, who really cared? There were a couple girls showing mild interest, trying to figure out if Briar was his girlfriend, relative or a friend, but seeming confident enough in Bri's adolescence and their own looks that they'd might like to try to go after Ezekiel anyway but it did seem her fixing his hair had made a little less interested then before. Still, she was more interested then the irritation that wrinkled his forehead, "Oh, don't pout... You'll get wrinkles." She said, with a chuckle as she patted his cheek. She nodded understandingly, "Not gonna lie, I was expecting to have to wait for you..." She had over the time they'd known each other learned to tell him to met her earlier then he actually really needed to be their, because it meant that he got there semi on time. Bri laughed softly, "You're right, I always do... You just make it so easy, though." She quipped, "You bring it on your self." She'd never admit it but it was harder then she made it look to find something to insult, she may have seen him as nothing more then a brother but she could still appreciate that he was very attractive. It was hard not to, he made you notice he was good looking.
She rolled her eyes, shaking her head, "Ruggedly handsome?" He looked better with the scruff, but not that much better, that was just too cheesy and desperate. "Are you sure she was talking to you? Or maybe she forgot her glasses back at her dorm." She said, laughing a little. She nodded at his story, running a hand through her hair, "Blaine is going to be so upset you went and dumped him and started this new epic bromance with another man...." She said with a chuckle, "He'll be so heartbroken." Blaine and Zeek were as close as Bri and Zeek, once Blaine had dropped the whole overprotective thing he had going on. Briar hated the blood the flooded ver her cheeks, she may have been pretty good at keeping all her other emotions under control but she was almost completely unable to keep her blushed at bay, something everyone seemed to enjoy exploiting. Here she was thinking she was being all inconspicuous, but no Ezekiel, Mr. Oblivious catches her. She dropped her gaze away from him hoping it'd help stop the blush, "I don't have a clue, who you are talking about honestly." She replied, clearing her throat and trying to act unconcerned, which worked for all of a second before she sighed, "Okay, so I was, whatever." She tried to avoid this conversation with Ezekiel, just like she tried to avoid it with her brother it was awkward. Brothers and boyfriends - or almost boyfriends - just didn't go together. "I don't think I'd go that far." But the renewed blush shot her whole statement. No, she wasn't in love with him, but it was pretty damn close, she had to admit. It felt weird, because they weren't even dating and she'd felt stronger for him then she ever had for Coop. "I've just owned to liking him as more then a friend..." She said smirking a little. It was a stupid denial she'd kept up for too long; when you spent the chief of your time making out with someone you couldn't really say you don't like that person as more then a friend. "It's not a lack of faith, it's too much faith in the persuasive power of alcohol on your crappy self control." She said, "... not like I have much room to talk, but you don't see me drinking at parties all the time now do you?" It was mostly because she hadn't wanted to rather then she was genuinely worried about anything happening with any of the guys back home. Though lately she was pretty sure that she should never be drunk around Tav, especially if he were drunk too. "Did I need that mental image?" She asked, several uncomfortable ones forming as she watched his expressing turn to disgust. Briar smiled at his sweeter words, "One, you have to say that..." She said, with amusement glittering in her eyes, "And two, you're also saying it so I won't talk about it anymore because you could really careless about the dress, because you're a man and men don't do clothes." She told him good-naturedly, smiling, keeping any reproof from her tone so he didn't think she was trying to chastise him.
Bri scrunched her nose before she sighed, "Fiiine," Not like she ever really needed much encouragement to devour a cinnamon roll. "The innocent act is mine..." She said, with a smirk, before she tipped her face down slightly and fluttered her eyelashes at him, "You just don't got it like I do." She said her smirk returning as she chuckled, "The most stereotypical mother daughter thing in the world..." She baited, grinning as horror flashed in his eyes, "Clothes." She said, after a long moment, holding back her laugh, "Just.. Differently then most mother and daughters.." She said with a shrug, leaning back from the table with a laugh, "Not even second." She teased, before he smile softened, "Seeing you is number one... Always. You're my best friend." She replied, hating that she felt like she needed to stress the friend part today. She laughed a little, most people would've been insulted but she thought she had was going to faint too when she got the paper book. She was not cut out for math, at all, a B was like a 175% in her book. "No, I got Guerre for Trig and she's really been helping me out a lot." The thought of her brother turning the tables on her and hitting her was a little amusing really. Briar dropped her eyes at the serious tone he took, listening and examining the gain until she felt his hand, she brought her eyes up to their hands before she looked to him, "I can't help it..." She said, sounding a little defeated, "I wish, so wish, that I could act like this is no big deal but... I just can't." She had done just about everything to convince herself that it wasn't a big deal, but she still couldn't' shake that part of her that no matter how much she disliked her mother that really just wanted to please. There might have been some part of her that hoped that if maybe she really made her proud she'd apologize for what she had done and leave Cristian or just do something to make up for what happened, "I really miss it..." She began looking back down at his hand over hers, "I can't help but thinking about it lately, having her be there... It's like... Hollow Creek is my home now but it's also, my place... Like a protective bubble that I used to get away from her but then she's going to be coming and muddling it up... And there is a part of me that's so angry that she can do it, but there is also another part that really wants things to be normal, for me not to be freaking out about it. Not to have to worry about Cristian... I want what me and my mom had back. I really, really want it back." She said looking back up to him, "But it's a stupid thought, she drew the first line." She said, quickly recovering from the emotion, leaning away from the table and back against the booth, taking her hand away from him and resting them in her lap, "So, tell me, Mr. Big Bad University Student, how are you holding up?" She could see he wasn't done with the conversation, but she wanted it to be, she hated admitting to that. Though Ezekiel was the one she always talked to about her mom, he have never really gotten it but he was her mom sounding board. It didn't surprise her that she'd given that up to him, but she didn't want any discussion on it.
STATUS: done
TAGGED: ezekiel james hathaway
WORDS: 2253
LOCATION: new york cityyy
LYRICS: paramore "misery business"
MUSIC: pixie lott "cry me out" & "mama do"
CREDITS: all this shii by meee. :]
OUTFIT: rightt hur.
NOTES: sorry, i didn't get this up sooner and that it is so rambley. i really hate it, lol. btw that first paragraph of yours was 617 words. point proven. XP
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Post by ezekiel hathaway on Feb 22, 2010 23:01:00 GMT -8
He'd heard it a million times, from her, but mostly from his mother, "You'll regret being such a nuisance when I've died of heart attack..." Or something along those lines, because he was just such a bad kid that he really could do something that would be enough to make her have a heart attack. His mothers abuse of the statement made it lose it's potency over the years and he shrugged, When we're both dead and gone, I'll only regret the good jokes I failed to touch on. He said a little arrogance sneaking into his words as he smiled down at her, he wasn't sure why it was habit he kept up so much, considering that she could kick his ass, even if he could have fought back but it never got old and he wasn't the only one, he had to chalk it up to masochism. Or in the case of other guys; any attention from Briar made their day. Any attention from Kaileah and Briar was good attention to them, because at least they were acknowledging their existence, attention from Briar was slightly more coveted, simply because she was the one that everyone was pretty sure just couldn't be conquered, whereas Leah was more apt to flirt and joke around Briar always looked mildly bored. Theo was hated among the guys even more since he'd seemed to figure out the tiny teen, he got to kiss her and they rarely saw her hit him and when they had it was a half hearted hit accompanied by a giggle that was the universal sign of a girl having something mildly inappropriate whispered in her ear by her boyfriend. He laughed at her words, I'm perfectly normal, there are plenty more big people then there are little people. He said, patting the top of her head, a move that normally earned him a hard hit to the stomach but again there was something so amusing about teasing her that he wouldn't help it, it was almost worth it for a second. Granted it was a short second and he normally woke up with a bruise the next day, but the satisfaction was still there when you replayed her face. Though he never appreciated when he was teased back, though he figured that was more of a male thing then anything, and as Kaileah had always put it, "Oh so, you can dish it out but you can't take it?" Anytime he got particularly offended at an insult she might fire back.
He allowed a chuckled as he shook his head at her assessment, barely swatting at her hand as she tugged on the collar of his shirt, she'd made it known she thought he wore way too many collared shirts, but they were easy. He was lazy and he didn't really care too much about how he liked, jeans and a t shirt were just fine to him. This attitude didn't please his mother or Bri for that matter and they were constantly trying to convert him, though he was pretty sure a lot of it for Briar was just more material for her gay jokes. She was kind of an evil genius like that, do something that looked like it was out of the goodness of her heart and for the better of him, only to be using it as a way to insult him further. It's not like he took the Arizona approach to dressing; find whatever is on the floor that's cleanest. Though he admittedly didn't put much more effort then, "Black jeans, black shirt." He was never an embarrassment to be seen with so he didn't see all the fuss. He looked down at his shoes and rolled his eyes, I wasn't paying attention, okay? He said with a sigh, Forgive me for not planning an outfit three days in advance, I'll start doing that from now one. He returned, heavy on the sarcasm and rolling his eyes. Try to hurry and be on time so he didn't make her wait and this was the kind of abuse he got, Woah, Mr. Rogers was a bad ass... He said with a chuckle, before he got a knowing smile, Don't even try to pretend that you don't like him either, because I know you. He warned, jokingly shaking his finger at her before he pulled it back quickly, knowing her penchant for biting. He sighed and tried to turn his face away from her but she still got in there and he furrowed his brow, deepening the wrinkles that were there, I'm not pouting. He informed her, trying to hold back his frown, Do you know how irritating you can be sometimes? Amusing as all get out, but she was rather annoying, whether or not this was more because she didn't take his crap or there was genuine personality defect there he wasn't sure.. Okay, whatever, yeah it was because she didn't take his crap. Not like Bella who showed her irritation but would sit there and let him torture, not the kind of way where she was just taking it but hoping that he'd get bored soon enough and just move on. Which is what normally happen, but there had been times he'd been able to provoke her enough to prove that she didn't hang out with Briar too much. Why would I give you more to complain about? He asked with a smirk, punctuality seemed to be a real bone of contention with just about every person he was friends with, it's not like he enjoyed being late all the time especially when it was something of his mothers he was late for..
Zeek rolled his eyes, I don't know why you keep denying it, B, I am dead sexy. He patted her shoulder, It's just starting to get ridiculous at this point, He continued, laughing at the look she gave him, he shook his head a little. He opened his mouth to retort something but at this point he knew Briar well enough to know that anything he said could be twisted to suit her next joke, "She wasn't wearing glasses." To which she'd smirk, "Well no wonder." So, he let her have this one. Ezekiel laughed when she talked about Blaine, shaking his head, he grinned, Ah, were trying a new thing here, He began, We were feeling a little trapped, so we decided we were going to do an open relationship... He said, smirking, It's totally working for me, not gonna lie. He raised an eyebrow at her words, he didn't have the talent of reading people that she or Blaine had but there were some things that were pretty easy to reads, especially on her, especially when it was something you didn't ever see on her. Bull, he said, grinning at her, You know who I'm talking about... He continued, chuckling a little when she owned to it, he frowned, he probably shouldn't have been getting in the middle of this at all, Briar made it clear one how much involvement in her love life Blaine and himself were allowed to have; as in none, but he was still going to, If you do.... He paused gathering his words correctly, If you do love him, or you think you do or you really do care for him, you shouldn't keep denying it or keep it to yourself forever. With the way you act - and him not knowing you like Leah or Blaine or I - it's gotta be hard for him to get a read on you... He said, Leah knows you're crazy for him, me and Blaine know you're serious about him we see the changes, but he doesn't because he doesn't know you enough to know those changes. You're crazy off-putting sometimes. Ezekiel sighed, Don't take it wrong, please. I just... I don't want you to be sitting back with What Ifs... He was in love with Isolde, more then he could have ever imagined and more then he had been with Briar, he knew, but it didn't mean that the feelings had just shut off and it didn't mean he didn't sometimes think if he'd been able to tell her if they would be together. Those thoughts were chased by an image of Ise and he knew that it didn't matter because he was so happy now. I've never been less worried about alcohol and my self-control then I am now. He admitted, I know I could never let that happen, no matter how shitfaced. He said confidently... He snickered at her words, grinning, Oh yeah, you definitely did. Ezekiel laughed at her light chastisement and he kind of wished he could tell her she was wrong, but he grinned, I don't have to say that, there is no decree or anything obligating me to say that I'm your best friend it is my obligation to be honest with you, He countered, However, point two I can't help but agree with... I wish I didn't have to, but that's the breaks.
Ezekiel looked away at her show, snorting, My, my it is getting thick over here, I think I need so waders! He said imitating her father, they got their instincts from their dad, they must have, because he had always managed to see right through the Twin's or really anyone who had walked through that door. He had no reservations when it came to calling Bri or anybody out, it always made him laugh until their dad turned on him. Ezekiel grew a little nervous at her words, Shit, shit, shit. Shouldn't have asked, I should not have asked. He knew she was going to say something like periods and he braced himself, growing a little nervous in the space between her words, before he finally let out a sigh, visibly relieved that it was a safe topic. Sounds fascinating... He muttered, taking a sip of his coffee, not quite properly recovered from the heart attack she'd nearly inflicted. Ezekiel cleared his throats at her words, Point taken. He hadn't missed her emphasis, it was little things like that, that made him wonder if he was that transparent if she knew how he'd felt all along, still knew that the feelings resurfaced every now and then. How could she not though? Sure he'd kept it a pretty good secret even though Leah always called him out on it, but that wasn't the point, Briar read people. Really, really well. She was like a mind reader, it was freaky how well she could figure people out, even after only spending a few moments with them. She knew him well enough that he was an idiot to think he'd been able to hide those feelings from her. I'm also the coolest person you know... He countered trying to act like the conversation had gotten awkward for a split second, he wasn't going to call her out, because he evens still had some nerves about it. She's a good teacher, that's great. He commented, as the waitress came back refilling their cups, before he looked up as Bri's words flowed. Briar was one of the strongest girls, no, people he knew. She was damaged, he could see it, she hadn't recovered from what her step-father had done, it may have only been one slap but followed by her mothers.. Betrayal, it went far deeper. There were other things he didn't know, that maybe didn't have to do with her step-father but they'd all touched her. He saw them in her, the insecurities, everything, but she kept going. She never complained or bitched or cried, but now.... The tremble in her voice, the way she flushed,, shit, he even thought he was some tears beginning to form, it tore at him. Briar didn't act this way, no one should've been able to hurt her this way. That's what made it hard living in the same city as her prick of a step-father. Briar was like another sister to him, he was her protector, it killed him to see he deal with something he couldn't change or fix, it killed him to know that he couldn't have been there for her. He knew at her quick jump to him that she didn't want to delve further, but he wasn't going to let her get out of it easy, Briar, please. Impatience sneaking into his town as he shook his head and rubbed his forehead for a moment, You can't keep this all bottled up forever, you have to talk about it all... It doesn't work in spurts...
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Post by bristol alexandar. on Mar 13, 2010 0:55:32 GMT -8
[/center] Briar sighed, pursing her lips for a second, that was not her point and he knew it, still the grin that crossed he features went a long way for her to forgive him and instead she just rolled her eyes, "Yeah, that was totally my point." She'd always been the one people had teased, not really to be fun but she'd heard plenty of times over the years how she was "fun to tease", and no matter how many times she hit a person or got irritated they kept it up. It never occurred to her that half the fun was her reaction, that the short temper she thought would act as a great deterrent from bugging the shit of her really only encouraged it. Even when she didn't hit anyone she couldn't hide her irritation, something Leah had always said looked adorable even though she knew Bri was much fiercer then it suggested. Bri sighed, crossing her arms over her chest pretty sure she looked like pouting five year old but she didn't care, she was going to let that one slide without much more then a petulant comment but then he patted her head. What the fuck was that? Oh, begging to be hit. Her hand snaked out quickly swatting the back of his hand roughly enough that her flesh felt tender and prickled with heat a little and she had a high pain tolerance, she was going to love to see him act like that hadn't hurt. Though at this point she figured he should have had enough tolerance built up that he could take it, but she wasn't complaining that he didn't watching him try to act all macho was much more fun. She smirked a little, satisfaction flitting over her face as he semi-cradled his hand and rubbed it gently, though he smile fell, her fingernails had grazed the skin and her nose crinkled as her eyes zeroed in on the shining red. After all these years and all her accidents you would've thought she'd have been used to blood but it still made her stomach turn. She pushed a napkin across the table, "I'm so, so, so sorry but please cover it up." She said, holding her breath a little and looking away.She never truly intended to really hurt anyone when she hit them, but the general consensus was that she didn't know her own strength and hit harder then was necessary. Sure, she wanted to make a point but she didn't really want to hurt them.. Or make them bleed. Especially make them bleed. Anytime she seriously hurt someone she felt super guilty and it nearly cancelled out her actions to begin with, made her seem wishy-washy. She looked back at him, a frown still on her face as he fiddled with the cuts from her nails, "I'm so sorry." She repeated before she carefully grabbed the arm of a waitress flitting by, the woman fixed her with a rude look before she saw Zeek's hand, "Some water and more napkins, please?" Briar asked releasing her grip and the waitress nodded and hurried off. "At least I didn't bit you this time..." She teased, wetting the napkins the waitress had brought back and reaching for his head carefully dabbing at the thin scratches on the back of his hand, trying to the blood was paint or ketchup. "Though you totally deserve it when you put your hand over my mouth." She offered with a grin, pressing firmly against the cuts. "They are not so bad, you are just weak." She quipped, satisfied his tiny scratches weren't life threatening.
Fashion was an uphill battle with Ezekiel it was harder even then with Blaine, mostly because if she told Blaine to change and gave him the clothes to change into he didn't complain too much and he remembered fairly well what Briar told him what was acceptable and even outfits she had put together for him, he may not have liked it but he'd come to be resigned to the fact it was easier then fighting with her all the time about what he wore. Ezekiel looked good in just about anything, mostly because you couldn't bring your eyes from his face long enough to be bothered to look at his clothes. It's not like he had a bad style on his won but it was annoyingly simple, purely out of laziness. What would it hurt for him to shake it up a little, let go of his pinstripes and collared button ups, ditch the jeans and reach for a pair of khaki's every now and then. Of course, all of that fell on deaf ears and he'd forgotten all of it within five minutes or waved her off with a placating tone and sarcasm that made her hit him. She sighed at his words, "I know it's a total foreign concept to you, but could you maybe try not to be such an ass. You know planning an outfit three days in advance, barring extenuating circumstances like having to match dress colours to tie and lapel colours, is completely ridiculous and I only encourage a little more forethought then 'Oh, hey, this looks clean, and these greens kind of match, let's go.'" She said with an exasperated tone and reproachful look, still he looked at her like she was crazy, what was wrong with a guy just taking care of himself. Fashion might have been a "girly" thing or slightly metro but you're outward appearance was a reflection of who you were on the inside as well. If you looked sloppy, people would peg you as unreliable or a slob. It wasn't all just vanity. His finger wagged in her face, another annoying habit of his, her lips twitched a little and he'd snatched his finger back quickly, an almost pout formed on her face but she was more pleased he was finally learning to vex herself too much. "Mr. Rogers was kind of a pimp..." She agreed, with a chuckle. Briar rose an eyebrow, a subtle challenge in her eyes, pouting and trying to brood were pretty much in the tops of his favourtie things to do. Though if she could still mange to look sexy and not like a whiney bitch while she pouted she might pull the same thing more often. "Oh really? Because I don't put up with how annoying you can be and I try to make sure you don't wak around looking like a homeless person?" She returned laughing at him. She'd heard it many times from him before and she obviously mustn't have been too annoying because he still loved her, still hung out with her. Her tone turned joking, "How dare you take away all my fun? You know I'm just not content if I'm bitching about something."
Briar laughed shooting a look at his hand which promptly told him to remove before she did, smiling sweetly when he did. "Like you honestly need anymore stroking to your ego..." She shot a glance up at a pretty brunette who was seriously considering coming to interrupt their conversation before her eyes flitted back to Zeek, "All my hard work being undermined in so little time," She sighed, "This is just not good." She shaking her head, feigning discouragement. She scrunched her nose a little at his words, before she smirked, "Sounds kinky..." She shook her head, "I'm shocked I really thought you and Blaine would be the ones to make it." She put a hand over her heart, "If you guys can't make it work..." She let her words trail off, pretending to be to overcome to speak any longer before she laughed. Bri could see the turn his thoughts were taking and she shifted uncomfortably, she had a certain policy when it came to involving her brothers in her love life; she didn't. It was easier that way, especially when one of them was Ezekiel. He had a total Hero complex always trying to swoop in and save someone and he had a tendency to overreact. A fight between her and boyfriend would've elicited him to go beat the guy down even if Briar had been in the wrong - with her temper, stubbornness and need to have the last word it was likely that she'd be as much to blame as the boy. Ezekiel wouldn't hear any of that, at least Blaine was a little more reasonable but it was still too weird to have them involved in her love life further then "Hey, this is my boyfriend, so-and-so. See you later." Still he'd started before she could break out of her thoughts enough to stop him. It was solid advice, she had to admit, really good for him but she still didn't like him mussing with her love life, especially when she could see a lot of regret in his words, wishing he'd taken the same advice and applied it to hr. She knew he was head over heels for Ise and nothing was going to change that, so she was glad he'd never said anything. For that and because then she wouldn't have to tell him she didn't like him that way and mess things up between them, but it irritated her he was trying to offer advice on something he hadn't even had the guts to do, "Or having to listen to him gush about a girl he may or may not be in love with while you think about at one time all you wanted to be was her?" Yeah, that was opening a can of worms that probably shouldn't have been tampered with, but that's what Brair did; she fought back. He was trying to help but she was fighting back, with low, low blows. She sighed, dropping her gaze to the table, "I'm sorry, but I can... I can handle myself. I appreciate the effort, but... But I got this." She said, it was a lame apology and excuses and she knew it, but she was hoping it'd be enough to drop it. Briar let a grin cross her face at his words, "Good, because she's a great girl, dumpling." Plus they were perfect for each other, "She's been really good for you." She said with a soft smile, her eyes studying his face, happy that even when he thought or talked about his eyes sparkled in a way she hadn't seen on him. Ever.
A laugh fell out of her, she leaned forward into her hands shaking her head, "Good lord, Zeek, no. Just no. That's totally my dads. You just can't." She said grabbing at a pain in her side as she laughed, one that had only increased as she tries to hold in her laughter at the look on his face. She knew exactly where his mind went, where most guy's minds would've went even though they always acted like menstruation was the most horrible thing in the world. It was. It so, so was, but that sure didn't stop them from thinking about it all the time. "It was." She said still quite pleased by his initial reaction. Briar knew he caught her meaning, she saw the acknowledgment in his eyes but they were both going to pretend it hadn't happened. Which was all good with her. Some things just didn't need to be touched on, that was one of them. It was something they both knew hung between them but one that didn't need to be elaborated on. There was just no need for it. It would've made things awkward, which is why she['d avoided it when she'd finally figured out that he liked her much more then just as a friend. She never could have seen him in that light and having it acknowledged would've made things worse. He would've gotten mad and as much as he'd try to deny that it didn't bother him... It would. And it would've ruined the friendship. She needed him, just like she needed Blaine, like she needed Leah and sort of like she was beginning to need Tav. They were her rocks, they kept her going, always making her smile, making her forget more and more about her mother and Cristian. "Oh, yes, of course." She said, thick with sarcasm and a grin on her face, ignoring completely the hiccup in the conversation. Briar glared at him, "No." She shook her head, she was stubborn there was no way he was going to sway her, especially on this. "Especially when I'm here, no." She drew a hand through her hair, before she sat back in the booth crossing her arms aver her chest in defiance.
STATUS: done
TAGGED: ezekiel james hathaway
WORDS: 2119
LOCATION: new york cityyy
LYRICS: paramore "misery business"
MUSIC: cassie steele "i want you"
CREDITS: all this shii by meee. :]
OUTFIT: rightt hur.
NOTES: skins kept distracting me! i found series four on youtube. c:
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