graffiti eyes ,.

[Sebastian Devereux]

SEB DEVEREUX ,

think less but see it grow
like a riot, like a riot, oh!
i'm not easily offended
it's not hard to let it go
from a mess to the masses

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SEBASTIAN constantine devereux was humming. he stood in the small kitchen of his small and rather cluttered apartment, a mixing bowl cradled in his arm above his hip, stirring the pale dough within it quite vigorously. the dough would eventually have cocoa and chocolate chips and m&m's added, put into an oven and baked at about 350 degrees for twenty or thirty minutes until it became a delicious batch of cookies. it was at time like these especially that seb's belief that the way guys often thought baking was a gay thing to do was really stupid was reinforced wholeheartedly. people could make fun of him for being fond of baking cookies as much as they liked, but in the end, he would always be the one with delicious homemade cookies. so there. he put the bowl back down onto the counter, measured out the correct amount of cocoa and dumped it onto the dough and began to stir once more, pausing once or twice to sneak a scoop. the in went the flour, the chocolate chips and the m&m's before he began scooping it out into cookie sized globs onto two cookie trays. he lounged around with his old battered copy of one flew over the cuckoo's nest while they baked, glancing at the timer on his oven impatiently every few minutes until they were finally done.

WAITING for them to cool down was even more torturous. eventually, he caved a bit too early and got a burning sensation in his mouth while scarving down the first two cookies. by the third, however, the temperature was bearable. he ate two more after the third in quick succession, mentally complimenting his own culinary genius. honestly. these were, like, proof of a divine existence. he restrained himself from eating a sixth, however, because it was only polite. he scooped the remaining cookies into a large baggie with a spatula and sealed it with a quick horizontal slide of the fingers. these regrettably were not all for him. they were also for carly.

CARLY sutton. the girl he had been thinking about quite a lot lately. maybe it was only natural, seeing as one of the last times he had seen her, they had gone skinny dipping in the pacific ocean. heh. slightly more recently, however, they had bumped into each other and seb had decided to take it upon himself to try and convince her to go to homecoming, seeing as she seemed to have had some misgivings about going. he had soon decided to change tactics, however, and concentrated more on convincing her to let him help her pick out a dress for it. somehow he had managed it and now he was due to meet her at walmart in several minutes to make good on starting on the endeavor. he had decided to make the cookies for her because it seemed like a nice, friendly gesture. plus a little more meat on her bones wouldn't hurt her one bit. he was aware that showing up to help her pick out a homecoming dress with a batch of freshly baked homemade cookies was a little... weird, being a guy and all, but he couldn't say he cared very much. and there was always the plus that he would get to see how she would react. that kind of thing was always interesting. don't get him wrong. he didn't act the way he did just for to see how the people around him reacted. sometimes he went out of the way with his behavior for that reason, but only rarely. he behaved the way he did because it was who he was it made perfect sense to him, thank you very much.

AFTER making sure he had some cash in his wallet - just in case - he left his apartment, the bag of cookies stowed safely under his arm. the trip to walmart was shorter than he was used to; he had grown accustomed to walking everywhere in the small californian city because it was only recently that he had acquired his car; an old, geeky station wagon. it definitely wasn't much but seb found that he was growing rather fond of it. it was a downright okay car once you got past the ugliness of it. plus, at the moment, it was all his budget allowed him. he probably wouldn't have been able to afford it at all if he hadn't bought it cheap off of one of his new buddies, who had been rather anxious to get rid of it. at first he'd had a few qualms about dropping even the rather small amount he did on it, but figured it was a solid enough investment. and it was okay to splurge once in a while, seeing as he no longer had to worry about coming up with funds for college. after finding a halfway decent parking spot, he made his way to the front entrance and, not seeing carly anywhere, decided to loiter around out here for a while. cookies still stowed safely in his arms, he leaned against the wall and attempted to get comfortable. this was going to be funnn.

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STATUS finished.
TAGGED carb xD
ATTIRE clickeroo, no jacket
DATE september 18, 2007
CREDITS lyrics by phoenix, formatting and banner by me
NOTES woooo! thought walmart might not be the very best place for it, but there aren't really any other options.

[Caroline Sutton]

CARLY ISABELLE SUTTON
WALMART, AFTERNOON, SEPTEMBER 2007

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-----carly didn't dance. well definitely not in the normal sort of way. albeit she was the underaged coyote as people at work had started calling her, but she didn't do school dances. she didn't go out and buy some dress and get all dolled up just so some guy could have an excuse to try and get her drunk and get somewhere. no! as you can see this hadn't been the first time that a dance had given her hell. in fact it was a school dance that had started this whirlwind of a mess she'd gotten her family into. the kind of mess that forced her family to pick up and move because they'd literally been shunned by the entire freaking community. yeah, dances weren't high on carly's do to list. so why on god's green earth was she even thinking about going to walmart to meet up with the one guy in all of valkyrie who she apparently couldn't say no to? well...because he'd asked. because for some reason she had no will power around sebastian devereux. because she was mental okay!just the thought of giving in pissed her off to no end, making her noticably harder, angrier steps all the louder in the small, small, oh and did i mention small? sutton home. "charlotte dear you're going to wear a hole in the floor." her sister penny mocked as she peeked around the corner into the room that both carly and she shared. carly looked over at her sister and with a simulateous giggle, which spurned greater laughter, her anger had slowly fizzled out. "i can't believe that i just couldn't say no to this guy. and it's not like i should be saying no. it's a harmless request really. but i just started working and i don't even have my first paycheck. how the hell am i going to manage this?

-----carly plopped to her bed with a flustered sigh, bouncing slightly as her sister hopped on along side her. "oh please. it's a dance. live a little." penny said as she raked her fingers through carly's hair. something that, though strange, alway managed to relax her. "dances got me into this mess in the first place, need i remind you." carly grumbled. "ah yes, but that doesn't stop you from dancing now does it. it's just fun and like you said, he's harmless." well what was there to really say to that. carly twisted her lips to the side in a "you got me" kind of expression and sat up. she scooted herself from the bed and headed to her closet. "well alright 'oh wise one.' have you predicted just what the hell i'm going to wear?" carly saw that glimmer in her sister's eyes and groaned. "normal! must be something normal." the glimmer still didn't go away as penny stood, meandered through the pig sty that was their cluttered room. "you. go. sit" she directed as she disappeared into a closet that no one really should have disappeared into. "normal.." carly chimed as she watched a series of clothing start flying from the closet. "oh shush. i'll make you look fabulous without even trying. or...well he won't know that." carly chuckled, thumbing through some of the clothes that managed to make it to the bed. "try the brown tank, blue plaid, and the jeans." she heard the closet say. carly stripped down to her undies and slid into the clothes, giving a nod of approval. "could work..." she hinted. no need to boost her sister's fashion-worthy ego unless she was forced to.

-----"accessories are all you because, well, you're good at that." carly looked over at the other stack of clothes with a puzzled expression. "what's all the rest of that for?" she called out seeing as how penny had still yet to emerge from the closet. she heard a shuffle and turned to see that the clothes were gone and her sister was sliding into a pair of jeans. "hot date or what?" carly teased, laughing as she got the look from her sister. "i'm allowed to have a life too you know." she scoffed and grabbed a pair of earrings. slipping them into her ears. the same went for the necklace and the double headband she slid over her curls. "hey, jacket" she heard her sister say as she was headed out the door. "don't worry, i'm taking your military blazer." carly closet the door before she could hear the full volume of her sister's complaint. something about wanting to wear that tonight. "haha sucker." carly joked as she snagged the jacket and her wallet and headed out the door. the walk to walmart was nothing fantastic but carly still got there regardless. as she walked up to the montrosity of a building, carly could see a familiar figure leaning up against the side of the building. she raked her fingers through her hair as she approached, coming within speaking distance. "alright so i'm here. doesn't mean i'm going to enjoy it." carly said with the beginnings of a smirk coming to her lips as she stopped in front of him. "i don't understand this desire to go to homecoming, nor your choice in company. can't promise i'll be any fun." she was rambling. though it didn't sound like much in carly's world it was rambling. a lot.

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status • finished
words • 1177
tagged • seb !
credits • gabz!
clothes • hotness!
listening to • sweet child o mine - guns n roses.
notes • this is going to be great!

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[Sebastian Devereux]

SEB DEVEREUX ,

think less but see it grow
like a riot, like a riot, oh!
i'm not easily offended
it's not hard to let it go
from a mess to the masses

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SEB liked watching people. no, not in some creeper pervert stalker way. sometimes he just liked to relax out in public and watch everything go by. if nothing else, it was always interesting. his favorite part was catching weird snatches of conversations. it was also fun to try and come up with a back story to create a context that made some sort of sense for whatever he heard. when he was feeling creative, his results could be surprisingly amusing. so the time he spent leaning against the wall that also housed the front entrance to valkyrie's super walmart, arms crossed protectively over the plastic baggie, waiting for carly was not spent in mind numbing boredom. he casually observed the throngs of walmart patrons that passed by him, noting with particular interest a man wearing what appeared to be pajama pants patterned with rubber ducks, looking impatient and annoyed, as well as a girl with hair a rather violent shade of pink. one thing that usually unnerved him about this little past time of his, however, was that you were always reminded that there were so very many people in the world. yeah, that sounds a bit dimwitted, but hear him out. you went through life seeing everything through your own eyes, so that it became hard to see the world in a way you hadn't observed yourself. the fact that there were billions of people in the world whose lives seemed just as big to them as seb's did to him was... weird. it seemed like earth surely shouldn't be able to hold it all.

SO absorbed was he in watching the people around him, seb didn't realize carly sutton herself was approaching him until she was only a couple of yards away. goodness. there was just... something about her that hit him every time he saw her. or thought about her. which was a lot. he didn't have a clue as to what it was, but it was pretty powerful. maybe it was just that he hadn't hung around a girl who was so much her own person without even trying in a while. if that made any sense at all. which it probably didn't. and, at the risk of sounding shallow and/or obscene, she was cute as fuck. seb reasoned that, as an eighteen year old guy, he was still allotted to be and idiot like that when it came to stuff like this. some things just couldn't be helped.

SHE stopped in front of him and he gave her a nice smile. "all right so i'm here. doesn't mean i'm going to enjoy it. i don't understand this desire to go to homecoming, nor your choice in company. can't promise i'll be any fun." seb's nice smile widened into a grin and as he shifted his weight and stood up straighter against the rough surface of the wall. "don't worry. this isn't so much about how much you enjoy yourself. it's more about my own amusement." he kept the grin on his face to let her know she wasn't completely serious. actually, in a sense he was completely serious, because he had suggested this whole thing mainly for his own amusement, but also because he had a hunch that carly would eventually wind up enjoying herself if he went about it the right way, even if she wouldn't admit it. "and there's also probably some sort of method to my madness about this whole thing, so stick around and we might be able to figure it out." he flashed her his most charming smile. "plus i think i'll be able to squeeze at least a little fun out of you." uncrossing his arms, he stood up straight, taking his weight completely off the wall and became rather transfixed by the way carly's dark hair was gleaming in the sunlight. it took a moment or two for him to shake himself out of it. blinking quickly a couple of times, he held the bag of cookies up to her. "want a cookie?" he asked pleasantly. a rather random thought struck him as he did. he had met this girl only several times before, and during one of those times they had both stripped down and gone gallivanting off into the pacific ocean. now here he stood, outside walmart in the californian sunlight, holding a plastic baggie of delicious homemade baked goods up in front of her, about to help her pick out a homecoming dress. it was a just a leettle weird even by his standards.

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STATUS finished.
TAGGED carb xD
ATTIRE clickeroo, no jacket
DATE september 18, 2007
CREDITS lyrics by phoenix, formatting and banner by me
NOTES kinda short, sorry

[Caroline Sutton]

CARLY ISABELLE SUTTON
WALMART, AFTERNOON, SEPTEMBER 2007

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-----it was strange just how different things got when carly was around sebastian. it was almost as if she hadn't been heart broken and shunned. it was as if she had not a care in the world. it was as if she hadn't lived a life of complete hell for the past year or more. that was a big, most welcomed feeling as far as carly was concerned. all of her life she'd lived without a worry. sure her family used to be hugely wealthy, sure they'd lost it all because of the selfishness of their patriarch, but no one had ever shunned her for it. in fact it was as though things hadn't changed. maybe in the past years the community had pitied the suttons. those poor little fallen rich people who knew nothing of working for a living. but oh how the family had turned that all around. no one probably would have guesses that the suttons, at least on carly's end, would have picked themselves up, dusted themselves off, and joined the masses in the daily grind. no more privileges, no more power. in all honesty it was probably the best thing to ever happen to carly and her family. being left on their own with no money to fall back on had been a wakeup call. instead of calling things off and throwing in the towel, charles and emilia pushed forward in their lives. they made the best that they could out of what they were given and they didn't take anyone's pity. it was all simply a motto of "pick yourself up and move on" and it did nothing but bring the family closer together. carly and her siblings, the children and their beloved parents, all were just the closest family unit you were bound to ever find. not that no one could get in, just that nothing would tear them apart. nothing.

-----carly ran her fingers through her hair, raking her fingertips across her skull as she gave her dark brunette curls a bit of a fluff. what the hell was it about this guy that had her clammering to make herself look good? carly didn't know but she didn't much like it. carly couldn't remember clammering over anyone, ever, and it pissed her off to no end that it would happen now of all times with someone she barely knew and was all too attracted to. yes. she was. and carly was scared as hell to admit that little snipet. after all, what sane person would feel this way after a few chance meetings? for someone like carly it was even harder to comprehend. she worked so very hard to keep herself from really feeling anything. how pathetic was it of her to even let herself feel? she was cold. she was stone cold. so why in the hell couldn't carly pull it off around sebastian? it wasn't as if she had a decent reason. she barely knew him. sure she'd seen him in his boxers, up to his chest in ocean water, but that wasn't enough to break the very solid, very formidable walls that she'd built around her emotions. she had to act as though this was nothing because it was. whatever she was feeling, whatever weakness she had, would pass. it would fade away and carly would not have compromised herself. yes, that was exactly what she needed to do. she didn't have a choice.

-----her gaze shot up to him as he spoke. so this was all just amusement for him? this was torture for her! who in the hell actually wanted to go to homecoming. woo frickety hoo. "well it's nice to know you're not afraid to use me so shamelessly." carly said with a cock of her eyebrow. she did a wonderful job of holding back the slight tinge of bitterness in her voice which made carly slightly impressed with herself. madness? yeah she was the mad one. mad for even saying yes to this stupid idea in the first place. she smiled at the word squeeze, taking a step closer to him. "you can squeeze all you want baby." she leaned in slightly, just trying to tempt him even in the slightest. she wouldn't be carly sutton if she hadn't at least taken a crack at it. she was caught a little off guard as sebastian thrust out the bag of cookies within her reach. "cookies?" she said with a smirk as she reached inside and grabbed one, "that's so domestic of you." she took a bite, enjoying the sugary mass as she chewed. "pretty good. i'm impressed." she said as she wiped a speck of melted chocolate from her lip, sucking it off her finger. "now let's stop beating around the bush shall we? let's go keebler boy." with a brisk little turn carly sashayed inside the walmart, headed for the women's department.

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status • finished
words • 1039
tagged • seb !
credits • gabz!
clothes • hotness!
listening to • the game of love - santana feat. michelle branch.
notes • this is going to be great!

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[Sebastian Devereux]

SEB DEVEREUX ,

think less but see it grow
like a riot, like a riot, oh!
i'm not easily offended
it's not hard to let it go
from a mess to the masses

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HE liked it well enough here. he liked the sunshine, he liked the ocean and the beach, he liked the cute little city layout of valkyrie, so far he liked the people he had met fairly well, and he rather liked living by himself. it was interesting, though, being the social creature he was, he got lonely every now and then. on a whole, it was nice to be here. he enjoyed it more than he had expected to. however, were it up to him, he wouldn't be here at all. hell, if everything were up to him, his mother would never had to have live off her boyfriends and get addicted to morphine. if it were truly, 100% up to him, he would still be in hawaii, because it was his favorite place in the world, with a drug free mother, simply living a more normal life. but, above all, were it up to him, he wouln't be feeling so guilty. he didn't feel it all the time, but he suspected that it was always there, always lurking, until it reared its ugly head especially hard, which was usually when he was alone at night with nothing to think about. every bad memory about his mother's drug use came back to him; how there was rarely ever enough money to buy a decent load of groceries, how she sometimes looked like a dead person walking, and, most of all, how he had been powerless to do anything but watch her destroy herself. worst of all was the voice that suggested that the whole thing was his own fault. if he hadn't ever been born, monique devereux would have had a much easier time supporting herself, she wouldn't have been dependent on her seedy boyfriends, she might not have ever gotten into morphine or drugs at all. it all went back to him. and, while he was beating himself up about that, the fact that he was getting his education on his father's borrowed money made him feel even worse, because it made him feel like he couldn't do anything but take and take and take.

WHICH was one of the nice things about spending time with carly sutton. he didn't know why, but worries and annoyances and the like were almost always whisked right out of his mind whenever he saw her. it struck him as rather, for lack of a better word, foolish that that should happen, seeing as he hardly knew carly sutton. they had only met several times before and had spent a grand total of about three hours together. it was the kind of thing that he hated to happen in books and movies and whatnot: two people meeting and feeling some sort of connection or something immediately. yeah, it didn't seem too big when you said it like that, but seb only resented it a bit beacuse it seemed to happen so rarely in actual life, which was what many books were usually trying to capture. so many things that happened in books happend so rarely in books. a basic example was that books had definitive plots with definitive endings, and life was so, so not like that. a lot of the time, it seemed like shit just happened. no order, no endings, no beginnings. he didn't like it his way - he'd take some sort of an ending for all these issues with his mother in a heartbeat - but it was how things were. nothing ever really ended. even the most inconsequential actions usually stuck on to someone or something and was reborn into something even messier. life was complete, uncontrolled insanity, which was not how seb had seen it portrayed in books. in books, the insanity was always controlled.

HIS cute little counterpart did not seem particularly amused by his comment about this whole venture being about his own enjoyment. "well it's nice to know you're not afraid to use me so shamelessly." he pulled out his charming smile again. he didn't want her to be in too much of a wet blanket-y mood or he might not have as much fun. "if it makes you feel any better, it's not just you. i use everyone shamelessly." he squinted a bit as he swished his gaze up over the parking lot, which was bathed in over zealous sunlight. "how about this. if you have absolutely no fun at all, and i'm talking absolute zilch, i'll owe you a coke. but if you enjoy yourself, even a teeny, tiny bit, you owe me a pack of twizzlers. deal?" oh, this would be good. "you can squeeze all you want baby." he gave a small scoff. "pull your mind out of the gutter, baby. any and all squeezing that will happen today will be entirely metaphorical." "cookies? that's so domestic of you. pretty good. i'm impressed." he grinned at her. "and you damn well should be, i kick ass at making cookies." and it was the gospel truth. "now let's stop beating around the bush shall we? let's go keebler boy." she was suddenly off and into the store. seb followed after her, still carefully carrying his bag of cookies. "keebler boy?" he repeated so that she could hear him. "it's got a ring to it... seb devereux, the amazing keebler boy... i think want that on my tombstone." they arrived at the women's department and seb immediately shoved the bag of cookies at carly once again and moved ahead of her. "eat, eat. you're practically skin and bone." he zeroed in on a rack of dresses that looked like they'd be suitable for homecoming and flicked through several hangers before he pulled up a slinky blue number and headed back to carly. "now, this," he said, holding the dress up to carly's frame, "would look just ravishing on you." god, he was good.

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STATUS finished.
TAGGED carb xD
ATTIRE clickeroo, no jacket
DATE september 18, 2007
CREDITS lyrics by phoenix, formatting and banner by me
NOTES gmodded a bit to make it flow better, hope it's okay

[Caroline Sutton]

CARLY ISABELLE SUTTON
WALMART, AFTERNOON, SEPTEMBER 2007

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-----there were a whole lot of what ifs in carly's life that she would have loved to have figured out. what if she'd never gone to that party? what if popularity hadn't been so high on her to do list in high school? what if she hadn't gotten pregnant? there were a whole lot of tangents that her life could have taken, ones that would have probably led her far away from where she stood today. what if there was some magical crystal ball that could tell you what your life would have looked like had you not done this or had done that? what if there was something out there that could tell you just where all of your mistakes could land you? lord have mercy carly could have used it right about now. just to see what would have been her life was motivation enough. she had to admit though, she wasn't so sad to have gotten the life she had now. sure she'd screwed her family out of their jobs and forced the entire clan to jump ship and head to some other city where no one knew their history. carly had screwed up her family's life royally and she knew it. she knew that she hadn't done a thing right for her family as a child and she should have been more in tuned to what her family needed than running around and acting like a spoiled brat. true, carly had never asked her family for anything. they'd always been there for her, and her for them, without a second thought but she'd never taken something from the family that she couldn't earn. carly skimped by in cheer leading because she'd worked her tail off in bake sales and fundraisers to make up for her share of any profits. she'd never begged her parents for money to support her extracurriculars. still, carly knew that what she'd done, and the consequences of her actions, had rubbed off on more than just her.

-----carly would have loved for none of this to have touched her family, but as said before, she wasn't too sad to see where she'd ended up. valkyrie was pretty nice. well maybe it wasn't from her side of town but there was still plenty to enjoy about the city only an hour away from one of the greatest talent hubs on the planet. couldn't beat that with a stick now could you? in her eyes, carly believed that she and her family were destined to have a better life here. they were no longer held back by the small town way of life and the small town way of thinking. they could all start over. they could all be themselves and find people that they could really connect with. that was the hope at least. if all of this was for nothing then carly wasn't sure what she would do. for now she couldn't think of the down sides. somehow, someway, this was going to be beneficial to her family. she would make sure that it happened even if it killed her. carly chose to think of this experience as more than just a move for survival. this was opening her eyes for the first time, this was tasting food for the first time. everything that she encountered, it felt as though it was all the first time, and boy did it feel good. carly's improved mood was almost tangible after the move. after all of the drama, the scandal, and the gossip, it was just nice to get away and start fresh. life anew would be wonderful, carly would have it no other way.

-----she smirked over at sebastian as soon as he was distracted by something else going on in the parking lot. no need to let him on to the fact that she might even be enjoying herself. "well as long as it's not a special treatment for me i guess it'll have to do." she listened to his little deal, pretending to give it some thought when in reality she'd already made up her mind. "sounds doable, but twizzlers are gross. if that's your taste in sweets then this whole little...whatever this is, will seriously need to be thought over." as if her threat had any merit to begin with. carly couldn't even keep herself from saying yes to a shopping...date? she wrinkled her nose at the metaphorical idea of squeezing. "you snooze you lose." carly said with a smirk as she headed into the building. she tossed her hair from side to side gently as she felt the welcome whoosh of air-conditioned air. after standing in that sun it felt like a welcomed kiss to her toasted flesh. yummy. "i'll make sure to let someone know about that." she stifled a chuckled as she held the bag of cookies, cocking an eyebrow at him in the process. "i look damn good and you know it. stfu and look at dresses." she mumbled, sealing the plastic bag to add a further exaggerated point to her little statement. "besides, it's all muscle...and you can thank four and a half years of cheer leading for that." she grumbled under her breath. she looked at the blue dress as best as she could from her angle and gave the "so/so" face. "worth a shot but not really my style."

-----happy for the excuse carly pushed the bag of cookies back into sebastian's hand and wandered to a rack. "now this.." she said grabbing a black little off the shoulder number, "this is my style." she held it up to her body, pressing it to meet her curves. "what do you think?" she asked turning back to sebastian. his reaction wouldn't really matter because carly was going to pick the one she wanted at the end of the day, but for some strange, god forsaken reason, carly actually wanted his opinion. what was the world coming to?

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status • finished
words • 1240
tagged • seb !
credits • gabz!
clothes • hotness!
listening to • -- - --.
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[Sebastian Devereux]

SEB DEVEREUX ,

think less but see it grow
like a riot, like a riot, oh!
i'm not easily offended
it's not hard to let it go
from a mess to the masses

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SEB had never been the guy who cared an awful lot about what was going on inside of people's heads about him. certain exceptions included the people who decided whether or not he would be allowed into a college or whether or not he got a job, and a select few amount of friends or girls he wanted to romance. most of the time it was just something that naturally didn't bother him. and he was pretty grateful for that; the compulsion to be thought well of constantly could make people miserable and get them doing some pretty crazy things. being able to not care much about what people thought about him was always something he had, for lack of a better word, enjoyed. actually, at the risk of sounding theatrical or pretentious, it was a bit more like how in to kill a mockingbird scout described having been able to read for as long as she could remember and not really enjoying it, because it was like breathing; something you didn't really consciously think about. ever since he had been made more aware of this, it had surprised him when he did care about what people thought of him. now, however, he was in a situation in which it surprised him more than ever.

CARLY sutton. he couldn't recall knowing someone for such a short period of time and yet being so curious about what was really going on inside of their heads, especially the thoughts concerning him. that might sound just a wee bit odd, seeing as so far, whenever he had bumped into carly, she had made the fact that she didn't hate his guts quite clear. after all, there had been the whole deal with the skinny dipping, which had been her idea. and while seb did quite like that, he had a feeling that there were deeper thoughts than that going on inside of her cute brunette head, and he was quite avidly curious about them. and he really would have liked to flat out ask her about them, but from what he had observed about her thus far in their relationship told him that she wasn't the type to go spilling her guts about anything to him even if she did consider him to be, and i quote, 'awfully yummy'. carly sutton fascinated him a little bit and right now what he really wanted was to get to know her better. and he didn't mean that in some pervy, sexytime way, though, to be completely honest, he couldn't keep himself from thinking about that from time to time, too. the only real reason he had come up with as to what it was about her that fascinated him was that she was just so... brave, unafraid to be who she was. but seb wasn't very happy with that explanation because the same was true with a lot of girls and he didn't feel this way about all of them. it was kinda weird to be honest.

"SOUNDS doable, but twizzlers are gross. if that's your taste in sweets then this whole little... whatever this is, will seriously need to be thought over." seb shooke his head gravely. "nope, nope, nope. you're too far in for this to be thought over. you're stuck with me until we find you a dress for homecoming that i deem absolutely perfect. so there." the so there wasn't really necessary, but he had tacked it on there anyway because he felt the need to say something, anything, in response to her twizzler hating. "i'll make sure to let someone know about that." the corners of his mouth twitched upward. "good, because if i wind up with something boring on there like 'beloved son' or something, i will seriously haunt you." "i look damn good and you know it. stfu and look at dresses. besides, it's all muscle...and you can thank four and a half years of cheer leading for that." seb paused in the middle of surveying another rack of dresses, spun around abruptly and fixed her with a good stare. "first of all, omg did you seriously just say stfu and second, you were a cheerleader? no way, me too!" he was pretty curious about her reaction to that. probably was gonna go thinking he was gay or something. hehe. was it weird he got amusement out of that kind of thing? too bad. "worth a shot but not really my style." he scoffed. "now this.. this is my style. what do you think?" his eyes were immediately drawn towards her curves and it took him a moment to swallow and snap himself out of it. the dress itself was okay and she'd probably look good in it, but he still liked his selection better. "it's okay," he allotted. "but i like mine a lot better." shifting the bag of cookies she had shoved back to him under one arm, he used the other arm to grab her shoulder and push in in the general direction of the women's changing rooms. "get going, try 'em both on and i'll give you my official opinion."

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STATUS finished.
TAGGED carb xD
ATTIRE clickeroo, no jacket
DATE september 18, 2007
CREDITS lyrics by phoenix, formatting and banner by me
NOTES i blame the laptop for how unbelievably crappy this post is

[Caroline Sutton]

CARLY ISABELLE SUTTON
WALMART, AFTERNOON, SEPTEMBER 2007

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-----it was safe to say that carly had a definite understanding of who she was. she really did. in fact aside from her family no one knew her as well as carly knew herself. there was rarely anything one thing about herself that carly didn't already know. she knew that she didn't trust anyone and mentally pulled herself from having meaningful conversations to keep friendships from brewing. she knew that she kept things with guys very casual and remained super protected the entire time because she'd gone through that little mishap once before and a second go round was definitely out of the question. she knew that she was addicted to sweets like they were going out of style and chomped away on healthy food to counteract her addiction. plenty of what she knew about herself could be learned by other people, but carly would never intentionally give someone the chance. being here, with sebastian, was probably the most time she'd spent with one person outside of her family since her whole debocle two years ago. even this little interaction with him was risky and the fact that carly couldn't seem to control herself around him made everything that much worse.

-----why sebastian? why was it this one particular guy? why was he so special that she couldn't just have fun with him and leave him like a bad habit? because she actually cared about his perspective of her. carly assumed it was because it had been so long since she'd found someone combative enough to take her on for more than one sitting. seb definitely had her there. this was the third time having even seen him and sebastian was doing a fairly good job of keeping up with her. most guys by now would have given up or grown so annoyed by her somewhat abrasive, dry retorts that they would have made themselves scarce by now. but this one guy seemed to enjoy it and because of that, and completely without carly's conscious knowledge of doing so, she sought to keep him around. she couldn't just call things off and leave him be because she liked him just where he was. she liked having someone to speak to who didn't already know all of her stories. being able to recall a past memory without having someone filling in the funny part was bound to be a refreshing change.

-----she scoffed at sebastian without fear as he mentioned their little...whatever it was, was in fact too far gone for her to back out. "keep thinking that babe but i have the power to leave you high and dry any time i become unamused. for now you're running simply on luck." she tossed her hair over her shoulder to try and hide the genuine smile that broke free of her mental barrier. gah! an actual smile! she quickly changed her mental slip to a smirk as she spoke once again, "you deem perfect huh? well i've got news for you. the only fabric that leaves this store destined to be on my body at a later date is only something that i undoubtedly okay." so there. she added mentally with a slight chuckle. "well we can't have that now can we. i'll have to call in the ghostbusters to kick your ass and it'll be an expensive mess. so to keep the future from causing me one big headache i'll be sure they put something interesting on your tombstone." all this talk about death was giving carly the creeps. she was somewhat happy when the death convo ended only to be only ever more creeped out by his stare. "what?" she said as he just looked at her, fighting the intense urge to fidget.

-----carly wasn't really accustomed to people freaking out when they heard she was an ex-cheerleader. sebastian's reaction had her slightly on edge but never to the point where it actually became noticeable on her face. "ewww" she drew out, wrinkling her nose as she spoke. "i can't' believe i actually said that." what a small world. carly was rifling through walmart with a fellow cheerleader. when she'd left keizer the possibility of that occurring again was slim to none. weird that it was with this particular guy. "ha you were? that's cool." carly casually shrugged it off. it wasn't so much of the fact that the cheerleader she was talking to was male. it was the fact that cheerleading had been the spark to cause all of her problems. talking about it was like slowly scratching at the band aid, begging to peel it from the wound, and carly wasn't up for any band aid pulling...ever. if she never had to talk about that part of her life she would be happy. she held the fabric of the dress to her body, looking at it once again from her point of view. from here it was looking pretty good, but sebastian's dull response had her...second guessing herself? woah! she headed toward the women's changing rooms in a bit of a daze, where in the hell had that come from?

-----about a minute later carly was in the dressing rooms, slipping into the first dress, seb's choice. she gave a small twirl in front of the mirror, not thrilled but not appalled at the same time. unlocking the door she stepped out to show sebastian. "it fits, but like i said before, it's not really 'me'. still, i'll consider it." she turned back into the dressing room and undressed, sliding into the second, her pick. the black, rumpled material hit her just above mid thigh and made carly smile at her reflection. "ooh hello." she whispered to herself. without zipping up the back, carly walked out of the dressing room. she decided to screw with sebastian just a little more. "i like this one so far but i can't get the zipper, do you mind?" she asked innocently, turning her back to him and giving him a decent view of her slender, tanned, bare back. after all, you couldn't wear a bra with this one.

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status • finished
words • 1298
tagged • seb !
clothes • hotness! and the dress
listening to • what do you want from me - adam lambert.
notes • lmao! i love this!!

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[Sebastian Devereux]

SEB DEVEREUX *


THINK LESS BUT SEE IT GROW
LIKE A RIOT, LIKE A RIOT, OH!
I'M NOT EASILY OFFENDED
IT'S NOT HARD TO LET IT GO
FROM A MESS TO THE MASSES

- - - He wasn't going to lie; part of the reason he had suggested this entire excursion was because he wanted to use carly as his own little dressup doll. and that itself was because he'd know she'd find the whole thing rather stupid and she looked very pretty when she was annoyed. and he was kind of surprising himself here, because he couldn't really think of any other instances during which he would act this way. maybe it was just carly bringing it out in him. he knew that he definitely hadn't ever gone shopping for homecoming dresses with a girl, much less at his own insistence. but, really, as far as he was concerned, it would probably do carly some good to attend a normal, fun high school function, even if she was probably going to be surly and resentful the whole time... like he had said before, she was very, very pretty when she was annoyed. she was pretty all the time, of course, but he got more of a kick out of it at times like these, when she was shopping for a dress for an event she evidently really really did not want to go to, but had agreed to attend nevertheless. he couldn't help but led that feed his ego just a little, because apparently he had been either charming and/or irresistable enough to get a stubborn, devil-may-care girl to go to homecoming when she hadn't wanted to. he also had to wonder if he had some sort of... weird affect on her, similar to the one that she had on him.

- - - "Keep thinking that babe but i have the power to leave you high and dry any time i become unamused. for now you're running simply on luck." he feigned a look of shock and gasped. "you wouldn't dare," he said, keeping a half-bored tone in his voice, despite the faux shocked look he had arranged on his features. he was a bit surprised to see a smile spread out onto her face, a real big genuine smile, as he hadn't ever seen her do that before, not like that. hmm. "you deem perfect huh? well i've got news for you. the only fabric that leaves this store destined to be on my body at a later date is only something that i undoubtedly okay." he raised his eyebrows, ducked his head, and said, under his breath, "that's what you think." he wasn't being particularly serious, but if she, for whatever reason, attached herself to a stupid dress while there were better options available, he'd pull out every single ounce of charm he possessed to get her to pick a good one. "well we can't have that now can we. i'll have to call in the ghostbusters to kick your ass and it'll be an expensive mess. so to keep the future from causing me one big headache i'll be sure they put something interesting on your tombstone." well, that was good. at least now he could rest assured that he wouldn't wind up with some dull, tedious, over used endearment on his tombstone. actually, in all seriousness, he really did want someone to make sure he got something interesting on it. it was going to be a hunk of rock that he'd have to rot under for all eternity, shouldn't he be entitled to have it say something original and thought provoking? "ewww. i can't believe i actually said that. ha you were? that's cool." he smirked a little. he was too curious to let her drop it right there like that, so he pressed on. "hah, you're not even going to ask me if i'm gay?" mild interest and appraisal colored his tone. it wasn't a big deal, but usually whenever he shared that little nugget of information, he got a weird look, followed closely by one of comprehension and then what came next varied. a lot.

- - - She came out of the dressing room wearing the dress seb had picked out for her, looking, if he did say so himself, quite delicious. "it fits, but like i said before, it's not really 'me'. still, i'll consider it." he crossed his arms over his chest, the bag of cookies grasped by its sealing and unsealing line in his left hand and dangling near his side. "and just why exactly isn't it 'you', huh, miss sutton, you little ingrate?" he kept his voice playful so she wouldn't think he was being a total douche about this and tried not to look too much at her butt as she ducked back into the dressing room. she returned several moments later in the dress she had selected herself and, in spite of himself, he felt his eyes widen. "i like this one so far but i can't get the zipper, do you mind?" she turned around and he was faced with her bare back, visible between the laterals of the dress mean to be joined with the zipper. sweet baby jesus. it took him a moment to compose himself. "sure," he said, doing his best to sound indifferent and tucking the bag of cookies under his left arm so he'd have both hands free, just in case, for the zipper. he grabbed it and pulled up. thankfully he only needed the one hand, the zipper went up quite smoothly, because he wasn't sure he'd be able to handle himself if he'd had to put one hand on her waist for leverage. "okay, now," he said. he grabbed her elbow and turned her around to face him, then surveyed her. "well," he said. "i still like mine better. but maybe if you eat a few more cookies i'll warm up to this one some more."

STATUS finished.
TAGGED carb xD
DATE september 18, 2007
ATTIRE here, ignore the jacket
CREDITS lyrics by phoenix, formatting & banner by me
NOTES <3

[Caroline Sutton]

CARLY ISABELLE SUTTON
WALMART, AFTERNOON, SEPTEMBER 2007

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-----it was really driving her crazy. this niggling, annoying, constant notion in the back of carly's mind that told her she felt something, anything for sebastian. it pissed her off so much because she knew just how true it was. she couldn't even deny it to herself anymore. this little dandy fact ate away at her like crazy. this wasn't supposed to happen. she was supposed to start fresh, anew, yeah she got that much. that was what that big move was from oregon to california with three siblings and her parents in tow. she knew what that was but damnit she thought she'd known what that meant. back in keizer, that rinky dink little town in oregon, carly had been the shit. no lie, she'd been the bees neeze, the whole kitten kaboodle, and any other gay little phrase one could come up with. she was the talk of the town, one that everyone watched, and she knew it. she was pretty much the celebrity of her town. now i don't bring this up to spark envy or doubt. it wasn't that ridiculous in a small town where everyone behaved and no one stood out. anyone who did was the prime suspect for gossip and attention, and it was what carly grew up with. but when you screw up that big in a town where everyone knows your life's history back an generation or two, it's really hard to get past it. during and after the pregnancy no one looked at her, spoke to her, nothing. the quiet had actually been welcomed at first but then had become stagnant, she'd needed at least one friend. you'd think that carly would have had one real friend.

-----point being carly hadn't been in the presence of a guy who didn't know all of that history in...well...seventeen years. it was the first time she was around a guy who could look at her without judgment because he honestly didn't know anything about her other that what little she'd told him. carly really hadn't told him anything. she could vaguely remember mentioning something about penny a while back at the beach but there was nothing about her or her history that sebastian knew and damnit it was going to stay that way. carly wasn't about to get all chatty with a stranger just because he was the first to just see what stood before him. even if she wanted to, it was almost as if carly physically couldn't say a thing. it was painful, actually painful, to recall those memories and the heart-wrenching pain she felt whenever she thought of the daughter she'd had and given away. her decisions haunted her like no other and she wasn't about to let that pain show for her family, let alone for a stranger. as nice as the thought could be, and as many perks as there could be from telling him, carly simply couldn't. she rolled her eyes as sebastian feigned hurt and shock, fighting the urge to pop him on the shoulder. "oh i so will. so don't tempt me. keep things interesting, for your sake." she scanned the other racks still as she passed, heading toward the dressing rooms, "or you know you could just spare yourself the decay factor and just roast yourself. that way someone can do something completely pointless like spreading your ashes across the rockies or something you see in lifetime movies." she snickered as she walked. how funny would that be.

-----she honestly couldn't help but to burst into a fit of laughter as sebastian retorted to her brisk cheerleading response. "there's...no...freakin'...way" she said between fits of laughter. "honey i've seen the way you look at me, like you're mentally stripping me. unless your thinking about what kind of boyshorts i'm wearing because you want a pair, it's because you're hot for me. so no, i don't think your gay." she was still chuckling as she closed the dressing room doors, leaving him to stutter to the wood of the door. sure she wasn't very eloquent about it, but carly had managed to sneak a little something in there, unaware of whether he caught it or not. subtle, yeah subtle. she came out wearing the first dress, her expression clearly skeptical. "why? because it's too...oh how do i put it...oh right, innocent. one thing i'm surely not. it's cute but it's just not me. trust me sweetcheeks i know that better than you do." she disappeared to change into her pick, the one she was going to pick, and opened the dressing room door once again, smirking as she noticed sebastian's eyes widening. "told you you'd like it." she said under her breath, walking toward him so he could zip her up. she could hear the hesitation. why? because despite herself she was acutely aware of every freaking move sebastian made. she knew where he was at every moment just because she wanted to see his reactions and hear his voice. damnit! she had it bad and she knew it.

-----carly tried to silence herself but failed as sebastian zipped her up, sucking in a reverent breath. this tension in the air was tangible and carly was fed up with it. still, she wasn't going to be the one to break first. she would save face until the very last minute if she had to. she slid her hands to her waist as he turned her, goosegumps popping up over her skin as he scanned her. damnit, stop that! "as i said before, you don't have a say in the matter." carly said defiantly as she took a step toward him, shortening the space between his body and hers.

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status • finished
words • 1224
tagged • seb !
clothes • hotness! and the dress
listening to • what do you want from me - adam lambert.
notes • so cute!! i just want them to kiss already and get it over with xD

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[Sebastian Devereux]

SEB DEVEREUX *


THINK LESS BUT SEE IT GROW
LIKE A RIOT, LIKE A RIOT, OH!
I'M NOT EASILY OFFENDED
IT'S NOT HARD TO LET IT GO
FROM A MESS TO THE MASSES

- - - One of the really nice things about valkyrie was being able to relax and have free time and not be plagued by thoughts that made him feel insanely guilty and depressed and angry and restless. back in hilo, hawaii, seb had pushed himself to juggle school, homework, cheerleading practices and a part time job, partly because he really wanted to make something of his life, and partly because if he gave himself too much time to think, he thought about bad things. like how his mother was dating seedy, jackass boyfriend after seedy, jackass boyfriend and pumping herself full of morphine and god only knew what else all the day long. he hadn't ever really been able to accept that all her problems weren't his fault, but keeping himself busy enough so that he didn't think about it was as close as he got. in the sense that it didn't make him feel insanely guilty and helpless, that is. the moment he had discovered that his mother had blown away his hard earned college fund on drugs to poison herself with had, admittedly, made him feel less guilty simply because if had filled him with a fiery rage, the likes of which he had never experience before, but afterwards, he had wound up feeling even worse, because he had realized that she was beyond his help. and that, in turn, had made him feel even guiltier than before. it seemed like no matter what, he was caught in that cycle of guilt, which sucked. a lot.

- - - Whereas in valkyrie, there were enough distractions around that he was able to have free time and not feel like crap. it was really nice. he wasn't used to being able to relax without being plagued with angry thoughts of how his mother was probably passed out in a drug induced stupor in their piece of shit apartment with her skeezy dirtbag boyfriend. hell, there were moments in valkyrie where he felt extended periods of actual uninterrupted happiness. quite a few of them were when he was glorying in the rush of eating doughnuts he had stolen from dunkin donuts - it was pretty fucking awesome. seriously. and some of the other ones were when he was with carly, because she was definitely something special. he was probably the person he most enjoyed spending time with in valkyrie he had met thus far. she was interesting and hot and fun. admittedly, he did sometimes get a bit distressed because some of the things he wanted to do to her were not legal now that he was eighteen... but he could deal with that.

- - - She rolled her eyes at him. well. la di dah. "oh i so will. so don't tempt me. keep things interesting, for your sake." hah. "okay, fine," he heaved a large sigh. "maybe if i humor you you'll stop spewing all this nonsense." something told him she wasn't going to appreciate that. hehe. "or you know you could just spare yourself the decay factor and just roast yourself. that way someone can do something completely pointless like spreading your ashes across the rockies or something you see in lifetime movies." cremation? eww. "ick. there's no way in hell i'm getting cremated. it's creepish and weird. besides, it would be, like, a crime against nature to burn the beautiful corpse i plan on leaving behind." oh yeah. he was good. he was quite surprised when she burst into laughter after he inquired as to whether or not she had questions about his sexual preference. okay. it was safe to say he had never gotten that reaction before. kudos to her for originality. "there's... no... freakin'... way. honey i've seen the way you look at me, like you're mentally stripping me. unless you're thinking about what kind of boyshorts i'm wearing because you want a pair, it's because you're hot for me. so no, i don't think you're gay." haha, he hadn't been expecting that, but she probably had him there. he couldn't help but let the corners of his mouth twitch upward and chuckle a little. "oh. well, this doesn't mean that you can't still recommend a good brand of boy shorts, does it?" he smiled a bit wider. "and, you know, i could be a gay guy who happens to enjoy mentally strip girls. you might want to, like, keep that in mind for future reference or something." teehee.

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STATUS finished.
TAGGED carb xD
DATE september 18, 2007
ATTIRE here, ignore the jacket
CREDITS lyrics by phoenix, formatting & banner by me
NOTES guh, i know we didn't really plan the kiss or anything, but zomg like you said i just wanted them to get it over with. <3 i can change it if you want. -shrug-[/blockquote]

[Caroline Sutton]

CARLY ISABELLE SUTTON
WALMART, AFTERNOON, SEPTEMBER 2007

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-----if you asked anyone from her hometown what they figure would happen to carly, the answers wouldn't be pretty. "the sutton girl? last i heard she was pregnant with her third child somewhere where that kind of thing is accepted. maybe somewhere down south." or "carly? who the hell knows. i hear she moved her family to los angeles or something like that. she's probably a stripper by now. after all, dancing is what got her in that predicament in the first place." carly was glad to say that she'd become nothing of the sort. but people's minds tended to wander. even though she was gone she was about one hundred and fifty percent sure that the townsfolk still talked about her. do you know how it feels to be hated by the entire population of a town? to walk into a room and hear the chatter just stop in order for the whispering began? every town hall meeting was like open season for carly gossip, and she hated it. sure she didn't care about those things now. all of her experiences in keizer had hardened her to the opinions of all. well, all except one. it was because of the townsfolk and their utter disrespect for people's boundaries that she'd become this hard, cold, friendless person. she felt as if she had good reason though. her mistake had been her mistake. who cares if she wound up pregnant? who cares if she never fessed up as to who the father was. carly knew, but no one else needed to know. she hadn't needed to ruin someone else's lives in the process. though, looking back now, carly kind of wished she had.

-----but ruining the life of some stupid teenage boy and his family wasn't going to numb the pain. it wasn't going to wash away the year of gossip, of friendlessness, nor was it going to make the utter heart-wrenching pain of the loss of her baby go away. all it would do was simply bring on more pain. it would just make one more family miserable, one more family a subject to the gossip, one more family probably shunned to the point of having to move away as well. carly's family was strong. the tight-knit group seemed to be able to get through everything intact. but someone else's family, one of the gossipers maybe, they wouldn't be able to do as well. in fact, knowing who the father was and, being in a small town, knowing every piece of their personal business, carly was sure that the family wouldn't be able to handle it. the boy's mother had caught her husband staring at women on numerous occasions, mostly ones half his age, and even just that had nearly torn the family apart. something like this, such a big chunk of news, was bound to make the family kaput. even though carly would love nothing more than to see that woman rot in the mess she'd created, since she was a member of the gossip string, she was big enough of a person to take it all on herself. it had changed her into a completely new person, but at least she was doing something good for someone else. who cared if the pain on some days was harder to bare than others? who cared if it had screwed with the innocent lives of her family? so what if it had made suttons a leper in keizer? well that last bit carly didn't really care about. after all if a town could be so spiteful as to do what they'd done to her family then they didn't deserve a second thought. carly just wished that it had happened to her and no one else. her family didn't deserve something like that.

-----why else would carly try so hard not to fall for sebastian? why else was it royally pissing her off that in the short amount of time that they'd spent together she was abjectly FAILING at falling for him? there was just something about him that she couldn't put her finger on. something quirky, something about his responses that always kept her on her toes. she'd make a snide remark and he'd throw one right back at her. he kept in stride with her when most people hadn't. a lot of guys in keizer had kind of feared her. sure they were attracted, sure they wanted, but at the risk of coming up short in front of the whole school? not many took the chance. but sebastian did. sure he hadn't grown up where she had, but that was part of what made meeting him so refreshing. she had stories to tell, well, if she actually let people in on her life. she had new experiences to make, and there wasn't the kind of knowledge between them about everything that she'd done, everything that had brought her here. for the first time since carly didn't know when, she could openly be herself. no judgment, no knowledge of her past, just an interest in her and what made her tick. after all she'd been through, that sounded like cloud nine to carly. "it's not nonsense." she grumbled, her gaze narrowing at him. she fought the urge to cross her arms over her chest and pout like a two year old. she won, but damn she really wanted to. "you'd rather waste away in a slimy mess as opposed to just being cooked? you'll be dead anyways, it's not like you'll feel it." this little tussle was going nowhere but carly always had to say the last word. for his sake, he'd better drop it or the subject would never go away.

-----carly caught a look of surprise as she laughed, which only made her laugh harder. she had to clench at her sides even for the first time in months. "wow i haven't laughed like that in a long time. thank you." she said, her voice still shaking. "i can recommend, but you're not modeling them in front of me." gay and likes to mentally strip girls? what a crock. "uh huh, well if that was the case then you'd be the worst gay in history. and i thought perez was bad."

-----she kicked herself for inhaling as he zipped up the back of her dress. she was supposed to be the one in charge damn it! this was really not helping her case. she was supposed to be calm and collected. she was supposed to have him on his toes! not knocking her back on her own ass! as she turned and walked up to him, carly could see the muscles of his throat contract making her smirk. she was so close, and yet she left room in order for sebastian to grow a pair and make a move. why she did that was beyond her, and carly would admit to feeling a big sense of disappointment when sebastian took a step back. she almost even threw her hand up in frustration. she was just about to turn away from him and head back to the dressing room when she caught him moving forward. without giving her a chance to think, he kissed her. oh god he'd kissed her! it was what she'd wanted pretty much since that night on the beach, and it was everything she'd hoped it would be. without hesitation, carly wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled her body up to meet his, kissing him back with equal intensity. his kiss was almost electrical, like she could feel the sparks between them. it was strange, it was exhilarating, and god it had been so long since she'd just kissed somebody! carly tangled her fingers in the hair and the base of sebastian's skull, getting in one last super hot kiss before she pulled away, though she still kept her body pressed to his. "not bad mr. devereux. not bad at all." she said with a genuine smile as she looked up at him, her arms still wrapped around his neck.

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status • finished
words • 1624
tagged • seb !
clothes • hotness! and the dress
listening to • this kiss - faith hill.
notes • no, no, no, omg it's great. FINALLY!!

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[Sebastian Devereux]

SEB DEVEREUX *


THINK LESS BUT SEE IT GROW
LIKE A RIOT, LIKE A RIOT, OH!
I'M NOT EASILY OFFENDED
IT'S NOT HARD TO LET IT GO
FROM A MESS TO THE MASSES

- - - Truth be told, seb wasn't completely sure why he had been trying to keep his impulses and urges concerning carly sutton to himself. it didn't take an idiot to realize that carly was not completely uninterested in him - hell, he had managed to drag her out for a shopping trip, as well as convince her to go to homecoming, hadn't he? though perhaps that was just because he was just so damn charming or something - . and seb was interested in her. soo, why the hold up? he was actually asking himself that. that night at the beach, when they had bumped into each other by chance and carly had headed their little skinny dipping expedition, he had had a more clear cut reason why he had decided to not make any sort of move on her, even though he had wanted to; she had just been at a bonfire where there was undoubtedly a great abundance of alcohol. he hadn't wanted to set himself up to taking any sort of advantage. yeah yeah, she obviously hadn't been drunk, but still. plus her being a junior in high school had still been weirding him out just a bit. now, however, he didn't have much of an excuse. every single moment was another opportunity to do something or say something, but he was letting them all go by because he was feeling the unexplained need to hold up. the age difference didn't bother him so much anymore, even if she was still jailbait, but he felt that this was probably part of it; him feeling the need to be responsible and whatnot.

- - - But that wasn't all of it, because that just wasn't him. seb had always been the type of guy to go right for whatever he wanted and disregard almost everything else; save for the really important things. he had been the one completely comfortable asking a girl out the moment he decided that he wanted to get to know her better; unless he had some sort of cute, charming romantic gesture planned, those sometimes took a while to get completely organized. he didn't have a problem saying how he felt and what was on his mind and he definitely didn't have a problem going for what he wanted. hell, that was what he was doing here, in valkyrie, in the first place. he had decided that he wanted a future more meaningful than taking fast food orders or pumping himself full of toxins just for a temporary high. and so he had pushed himself all through high school, doing his best to get the grades for college and working part time jobs to get the funds. his reluctance was not stemming from a want of boldness, that was for sure.

- - - He could recognize a lost cause when he saw one, so he decided to let the issue of what was to be done with his body upon the termination of his life drop, though now he was kind of warming to the idea of getting kryptonically frozen.... it held the potential for some kind of adventure, to say the very least. "wow i haven't laughed like that in a long time. thank you." his reluctant smile became a bit less begrudged. "yeah, well, you're welcome. i've noticed that once we get onto the topic of my sexual preferences, there tends to be a lot of hilarity. i should be a clown or something." "i can recommend, but you're not modeling them in front of me." hah, because it would be unbearably sexy or something? he let her have that one, though, because, he had learned something from their little conversation about how he was to be disposed of when he died, and that was that she didn't seem to consider an argument over with until she had won it. and an argument on the topic of boy shorts was bound to be... disturbing. amusing, but disturbing. and something he'd rather not be getting into while they were trying to have a pleasant time and find her a decent homecoming dress. "uh huh, well if that was the case then you'd be the worst gay in history. and i thought perez was bad." he faked a scoff. "please. i could totally kick perez's ass at everything. even being a bad gay." he paused for a moment and then added jokingly, "this means i can stop being discreet about mentally stripping you, right?"

- - - S

[/color][/font]he responded pretty enthusiastically to the kiss; in fact as enthusiastically as he could have hoped for. she pressed herself against him and threw her arms around his neck and seb couldn't remember the last time a kiss had felt like this. wow. and, then he realized why it was he had been prolonging the wait for this moment. the fact that he was here, in valkyrie, california, away from the state he'd spent his whole life in, away from everything he had ever reall known, keeping his distance from his fucked up mother, suddenly became a lot more real. it was like now he had a stronger tie to this place now and a weaker one to his past. it was weird. but, at the same time, he didn't care, and it actually felt like a good thing. plus he was kissing carly sutton, something he had been wanting to do for a while now. she pulled away a moment later, however, and he felt a bit disappointed. "not bad mr. devereux. not bad at all." she was smiling, genuinely, up at him and he smiled back down at her. "why thank you, miss sutton," he said, wrapping his arms around his waist. "though if you feel like you didn't get enough to make a completely accurate judgment, i wouldn't be opposed to doing it again."[/font][/blockquote]

STATUS finished.
TAGGED carb xD
DATE september 18, 2007
ATTIRE here, ignore the jacket
CREDITS lyrics by phoenix, formatting & banner by me
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[Caroline Sutton]

CARLY ISABELLE SUTTON
WALMART, AFTERNOON, SEPTEMBER 2007

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-----carly had pretty much lived her life in the limelight back in keizer. the small town persona was basically like that of the stereotypical hick-like small town. thing were dull. things were beyond dull. in fact that one of the many few things about keizer that hadn't been dull were the many parties that teenagers were forced to throw in order to keep themselves from being completely swept away with boredom. they had a way of thinking up the usual kind of things that would pass the time. now keizer wasn't a huge farming town, in fact there really was only one or two major farms, but that didn't seem to stop the "southern" kind of feel that keizer had. aside from the snow, you would have figured that keizer had been ripped from somewhere around southern georgia. kids still threw backwoods parties out in the middle of cooper's corn field, they still went cow tipping when all other ideas failed, and even the adults had kind of embraced the southern feel. little blue-haired old ladies sat on their porch, drinking iced tea and watching the streets as the day went on, looking for any little bit of gossip that they could share when they got in their little groups like pesky insects. the kids had their parties and their need to be different while the adults, consisting of more than just the little old ladies, had their gossip circles. it wasn't something to aspire to, at least in carly's mind. she hated those old gossips. they'd made her life a living hell over the years. they'd been to blame for the sutton's, or at least carly's "branch" of them, being shunned from the town.

-----the day that she would turn into one of those...those, carly would find someone and beg them to take her out back and shoot her. she never wanted to stoop to that level, to the level in which you had to tear other people down just to keep yourself entertained or otherwise. carly had never gotten into the whole faux-southern thing. she really hadn't. carly had never understood why anyone would want to turn their town into something it really wasn't. the crime rate wasn't all that high. sure kids went out and did stupid things, but altering their look just for something to do? it was a little stupid if you'd ever asked carly her opinion about it all. aside from the parties, carly hadn't been the kind of girl to mesh herself to fit what was popular. that was one of the main reasons why carly had been such a popular topic around keizer. she didn't conform to the small town mentality that everyone else had. aside from that, she was also the head cheerleader, the youngest to be so, and was a sutton. even if she hadn't been as outgoing as she had been, carly would still be a popular topic for discussion simply because of who she was related to. was it not sad? to watch one family like a hawk simply because they'd helped settle the town, helped run it, and had come back from the debacle that carly's grandfather had created before he'd died. it was like those people had nothing better to do than to talk about the suttons. god what could they possibly doing now that their star topic of discussion was gone? hell they probably still talked about her just because they would never let her live it down.

-----thankfully carly had no reason to ever look back to that place. she had no outstanding relationships with other suttons in the family, besides the ones that consisted of her immediate family. she had no friends after that last year and had no desire to play catch up with them. the only piece of herself that she'd left behind was the memory of her daughter, the little girl that she'd laid eyes on once before she'd been ripped from her arms, given to a family who could better care for her. carly could have cared for her. some how, some way, carly would have made it work, but she'd never been given the chance. she'd only had one choice. give your baby away. there had been no choice for her. though carly had been the biological mother, and with no biological father in sight or even known, carly was underage, just as she still was now. she'd had no say in the matter and her family had decided that there was no possible way that it could happen. and just like that the decision was made. no matter how much it destroyed her, ate her up inside, or still haunted her to this day, the decision had not been hers. maybe that was why she regretted it so badly. maybe that had been why carly had nightmares of the daughter she could have raised. had it been her decision carly could maybe have gotten past it. it would have meant that she'd known she couldn't have cared for her little girl, it would have meant that she would have voluntarily given her up to a better home and a better life. but carly didn't believe that. she didn't believe that she couldn't have taken care of her. she didn't believe that she couldn't have worked extremely hard to have made the perfect for herself and her daughter. that decision had been made for her, and it was wrong. it was so very wrong.

-----her family's choice to make carly give up her baby was still a very sore subject for her. even today, though the suttons were extremely close, carly wasn't sure that she'd even yet forgiven them for it. sure they were family, but her daughter had been family too and that hadn't seemed to register with them that carly could love a little girl so much, even before she was born. but for now that was in the past. she would find her baby again some day. she would. if it was the last thing carly ever did, she wanted to see her child before she died. she would never forget. like a nagging tickle at the back of her mind, her little girl was there and would always be there.

-----carly couldn't help the fact that she always had to win arguments. winning was just a little plus for her. after all she'd gone through she would have to make do with winning a small little game of back and forth on occasion. "people actually think that of you when you tell them you were a cheerleader?" she thought about it for a minute, her brows furrowing as she thought. "well i guess you just never mentally stripped those people." she said with a snicker. "well you didn't really have to be all that discreet from the beginning, but i appreciate that you at least tried." she smiled, she couldn't seem to be helping that around him. "although you've pretty much seen all that there is to be seen besides what's under my undies so it can't possibly leave much to the imagination." though it sounded a bit like an invitation, that wasn't what she intended. instead of just retracting what she'd said and making a fool of herself, carly just pretty much shrugged it off and let him think whatever he wanted to. that would be much more interesting to see. kissing him was...amazing, and pretty much exactly what she'd hoped it would be. she didn't really want to stop, but carly had to draw the line now before she got really carried away. "mmm that is very tempting," she whispered, leaning in as if she were about to kiss him again. she was inches away from his very tempting lips before she spoke again, "but i need you to look forward to something at homecoming don't i?" she said as she pulled back and gave sebastian a cute little tap on his cheek. "but nice try. valiant effort, and all that." with that she pulled away from him and hopped back into the dressing room, not giving him a chance to voice his buts. "so it's my pick right?" carly said as she slipped out of the dress, sliding the zipper down all by herself. "of course it is."

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status • finished
words • 1664
tagged • seb !
clothes • hotness! and the dress
listening to • i won't go home without you - maroon 5.
notes • lmao!

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