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[tavin]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://i141.photobucket.com/albums/r71/maggiesrpstuff/BACKGROUNDS/fk5qwnjpg.png); width: 457px; padding-top: 30; padding-bottom: 30; -moz-border-radius: 35 35 35 35; -webkit-border-radius: 35 35 35 35;] hi ROMEO & JULIET. Tavin J was scheduled to fly to Seattle two days from today, it had been a lon day of going over contracts and meetings, interviews and more. He was exhausted and was ready to get back to the sets and doing what he did best, the time between films were the most overwhelming because it was hard to know what to expect while working with a different cast. This movie was especially nerve wracking because the girl he thought he'd gained feelings for was his co-star, she also played his love interest. As crazy as it sounded, he thought that he'd fallen for the girl after they'd slept together, but the day after, she'd done everything in her power to avoid him. For the first time, he knew how it felt to be played. So how was he going to pretend to love a girl that had actually hurt him in real life? He laid back against his own couch, since he'd met Andrea he'd moved out of the main house and into the guest house directly behind it. After had been yelled at for being out all night and not coming home till nine the next morning, his mother was really upset, and he couldn't blame her, but he felt anger towards the situation, and had blown up, he was a man, he thought, he should have the right to stay out if he wanted to. It was then that he moved into the separate house, slowly filling it with stuff that was his own, that he had paid for, for himself, and hadn't spoken to her since, it was killing him, family was important to him, but he wasn't willing to be wrong about that too. He exiled loudly, in a yawn, before rubbing his eyes. What a long day it truly had been. From the couch next to him, his phone vibrated, once then a second time. It was a text message; taking his eyes off of his 46 inch television he picked up his iphone, and his eyes widened with the name on the screen, his body lifting up, suddenly full of energy. Andrea Melendez. He pushed open and was surprised by what it said. Moments later, he was standing outside the back of his house waiting for her to pull up his private drive way, separate from the main house. Once he saw her headlights he felt his body kicking into gear. What was so urgent that she needed to see him now after over a month of ignoring him and at eleven o’clock at night? Once he saw her face, the stress and worry filled her soft features, and he felt the same ones fill his stomach, what was going on? ”Hey” he said as casually as he thought he could, after all, he wasn’t used to being put into this position. He’d never slept with someone, felt the urge to be with them, and then get tossed out on his butt after finding she’d started dating someone else, Josh. That was the only thing anyone was talking about to him, lately. They didn’t know how he felt, he wasn’t even sure if he was ready to admit it to himself. He’d been spending a lot more time over at Aalina’s house, getting ‘outfits’ set up. He was usually not the one to call and sound so needy, but it seemed like he needed the affection of someone. Who better than the girl that could be a casual friend in public like nothing happened? He hugged his arms around his body awkwardly, ”What’s going on?” he asked, the puzzlement on his face showed, but still he allowed her thin body to slip by him to walk into his house. @char @andrea @trea

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THE FURTHER I RUN FROM YOU, BABY, THE CLOSER I GET TO THE TRUTH

For awhile, Andrea truly believed her life was taking a turn for the better. The Danny fiasco bled into her disaster with Tavin, but she was reunited with her father and Josh, a school girl crush from eighth grade. Rather than punishing her for what she'd committed, God was helping her through her worries. At least, that's what she thought for the past three weeks. She was happy with her life's course. She was happy to have her father around, and Joshua was the perfect boyfriend that she honestly needed right now. That didn't mean she didn't have her doubts. Seattle was coming up on her fast, and she'd be away from Los Angeles for months. The Choice was filmed entirely out of state, and filming for Zeroes placed her in New York straight after. That didn't exactly set a firm basis for a relationship.

Unfortunately, her faith only grew by a wider margin. He hadn't been holding her hand. He had been psyching her out for the grand finale. Laying awake in her bed, texting Josh, at about ten o'clock, Andrea didn't really have a care in the world. Her laughter came smoothly once she read a text message from her boyfriend. Times like these gave her relief from other-worldly problems like filming and Tavin. He'd made his affections very clear over Twitter, and Andrea made her resistance even clearer through her ignorance. She was with Josh. He made her happy, yet there was an annoying, little bug that persisted to remind her of the boy who held her innocence in his hands...

Andrea stood up and threw her phone onto her air-mattress. The room she'd lived in for the last few months was no longer her own. All of her possessions had been flown to New York because that's where she'd be living for the months to come. The air mattress, some piles of clothes, and various suitcases were all that Andrea had left in her bedroom. The bathroom was a different story, not that it'd be hard to stow away everything in the boxes Joshua had scored for her. Drea bent down to open the last drawer only to find something blocking the track. No, the track was clear. Had something lodged inside? Her slender hand slipped into the space between the drawer and the wall. When she finally found the culprit, she pulled out an unopened bag of tampons. An unopened bag of tampons...

Eyes growing wide, Andrea remained as calm as she could muster. How long ago had Andrea made this particular purchase? It had been briefly after her last period. Why, that had been near the beginning of July, nearly six weeks ago... Six weeks. Her period was late. For the longest time, Andrea stared at her hands, recounting the weeks with her fingertips. Each time, the result was dead-on, and there was only one infamous cause of tardy menstrual cycles. Pregnancy. Andrea leaned against the wall and cupped her hands in her face. There was only one person she'd slept with: Tavin J. Fox, the very boy she had worked so hard to avoid. And Josh... What would she tell Josh? Tears began forming at the brim of her eyes. Her heart had sunk deep into her chest, but Andrea knew what she had to do.

She texted Tavin and quickly scribbled down the address he texted. Meanwhile, a short message was sent to Josh: I'm going to bed. Goodnight, baby<3. On the drive, she urged herself to hold back any and all tears that threatened to fall. If she was pregnant, her cover was blown. No one other than Schuyler and Eden knew for a fact that she'd lost her virginity to Tavin. If she was pregnant, Tavin was the only possible father. Andrea pulled into Tavin's lot around eleven o'clock that night with the face of death painted onto her features. Tavin said hey, but Andrea wasn't sure she'd be able to speak. She smiled sadly and walked past him into his home. Her mind had been stealing time during the drive, debating what she'd say to him. In the end, honestly was by far the best policy. "There's no easy way to say this..." she said once the door closed, her voice uncomfortably shaky. Andrea paused. Sometimes admitting the truth was agonizing no matter how many times she rehearsed words in her mind. "I think I'm pregnant..." she murmured just loud enough for him to hear. She was staring at the ground as she admitted her suspicions to him, her newly-trimmed brown locks falling across her uncharacteristically-pale face.

#TAVINJFOX, 768 WORDS, OUTFIT, lol. it's 4 am. i must love you.

[tavin]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://i141.photobucket.com/albums/r71/maggiesrpstuff/BACKGROUNDS/fk5qwnjpg.png); width: 457px; padding-top: 30; padding-bottom: 30; -moz-border-radius: 35 35 35 35; -webkit-border-radius: 35 35 35 35;] hi ROMEO & JULIET. The young male stood, his hands in his pockets, after he'd shut the door to his house, the only thing that lit the room was a lamp on end table, next to the overly large leather couch, and the tv, which had been muted upon getting ready for her arrival. He'd been nervous to see her, he hadn't seen her in person since the event, though he'd talked to her briefly on the chat room, but she'd made it very clear that she wanted little do do with him, while others jumped to defense about her dating Josh, even offered her approval, completely convinced that they made a cute couple, but they didn't know what had happened behind closed doors, and as much as Tavin was the type of kiss and tell, he had been dying to tell someone, anyone. He'd kept it completely to himself, her secret, their secret was safe. The thought of Josh honestly made him feel sick, he wanted more than to punch the guy in the face, but it wasn't his fault, it was Drea's. She'd caused this, jumping from Danny, Tavin then to Josh like hop scotch, yet he still wanted her to be his. He looked at her with a shrug, his patience was wearing thin, though he liked her more than he would like to admit, to most, the hurt in his chest from the events were causing him to question he was. Never in his life, had he took his personality to check and balance. "Just say it." he said sternly, the tiredness in his voice showing, grumpy Tavin showing its ugly face. He made his way to the couch, but didn't sit down, standing in front of it, his eyes never leaving her face, though she refused to look at him in the face. Worry was pins and needles. Once she finally said what she had came all the way across town to say, he found his body drift slowly to the couch, his body wrapped up in the smooth black leather, like being ate by the Pit of Carkoon from Star Wars, teeth and all. "Pregnant?" he repeated, his eyes large, as he found his eyes, were unable to make contact with her face anymore, the fancy shoots suddenly filled his vision. "I mean.. aren't you on pill?" he asked nervously, talking to a girl that might be pregnant was like walking on hot coal, say the wrong thing, paused and wonder too long, things were going to get fire red hot and there was no going back. His eyes finally hit her face once more, how pale she was, he stood up, pulling his pants up, and his shirt down, in a quick jester, making his way to her. It was the two of them that had caused the situation they were in. One way or another, they had both been careless. She hadn't told him she wasn't on any form of birth control, while he hadn't suggested using protection either. Girls in L.A. were always on birth control just like girls in Jersey's liked to be tan. His hands were on either side of her shoulders, forcing her to look at him, he gave them a little light squeeze, "Whatever happens, it's going to be okay." he said though he couldn't imagine how it was going to be. They were supposed to be in a movie together, and being pregnant was definitely not in the plot, but he was looking at the bigger picture, at nineteen he was far from normal, he had means, he could support her if she wanted to keep the child, and if not, he'd still be supportive. He pulled her into his chest, he knew that she was about to sob, this was far from the plan. She hadn't expected to sleep with him and three and a half weeks later have the weight of a possibly pregnancy added on top. She'd made it very clear she didn't want anything to do with him, but as she stood in his own living room, he couldn't help feel a little glad, she could have just gotten rid of it and not told him, she respected him that much. @char @andrea @trea

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THE FURTHER I RUN FROM YOU, BABY, THE CLOSER I GET TO THE TRUTH

A nightmare? No, Andrea had already pinched herself back in the bathroom. Cold water hadn't done anything to thrust her out of some sick, twisted dream, either. Her mind wasn't playing tricks on her. The diagnosis was set. In the course of nine months, there was a probable possibility that her abdomen would gradually bulge. The thought of her slender frame supporting another life form scared her. Too many reality television shows had taught her the consequences of following through with pregnancies bodies weren't structured to support. Standing in Tavin's living room, admitting what she had, Andrea was nearly sure she was about to be sick. Morning sickness? Not likely. Other than a few headaches and fatigue, she hadn't been experiencing any of the iconic symptoms. That was reassuring, wasn't it?

No, not really. Tavin was no longer looking at her as he had been. She only knew because she risked glancing up at him once the words fell from her lips. At first, Andrea was convinced she'd thrown him into a shocked state. Truly, paralysis was the worst possible reaction Tavin could commit. Luckily, he seemed to snap out of his brief out-of-body experience within a timely fashion. "Pregnant?" he repeated, obviously as frazzled as she had been. Words were unable to form behind her lips. Her eyes bored deep into the carpet below her. Tears were marching forth towards visibility, and she knew that postponing the waterworks would be near impossible within the next few minutes. "I mean... aren't you on the pill?" Tavin continued. Andrea winced at the reminder. Tavin hadn't used a condom, and she'd neglected to inform him that she was far from protected herself. Each of them carried equal blame.

"I..." she began, catching her breath. "I had never needed to worry about anything like that before you came around..." Her voice was soft and bashful. Anna brought up birth control about three years ago. Overall, her mother trusted her enough to contain any teenage impulses, but she insisted that they could never be too sure. At the time, Andrea had agreed to regularly using birth control. Sooner or later, the prescription became too expensive. Anna was reluctant to stop paying the bill, so Andrea promised her that she'd be extra careful. Andrea had been extremely careful, at least for awhile. Tavin had a funny was of breaking her records, though Andrea knew burdening his name with the blame was unfair. There were multiple occasions where Andrea could have shut him down, but she hadn't.

His hands were positioned on either side of her. The last time he'd touched her was three weeks ago. He'd kissed her then and left her yearning for him. Days after, she had fought the urge to text him back or call. Josh's advance had been a blessing because Andrea knew that he'd never pull a move on her. As long as she was dating Josh, Tavin was unreachable. Now that she thought about what Josh was to her, at least at the beginning, she realized just how manipulative her reaction to Tavin had come to be. "What if it isn't?" she sighed into his shoulder. Andrea loved children and dreamed of conceiving her own, but not right now. She was much too young.

#TAVINJFOX, 547 WORDS, OUTFIT, OOPS. FORGOT TO UPDATE NOTES.

[tavin]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://i141.photobucket.com/albums/r71/maggiesrpstuff/BACKGROUNDS/fk5qwnjpg.png); width: 457px; padding-top: 30; padding-bottom: 30; -moz-border-radius: 35 35 35 35; -webkit-border-radius: 35 35 35 35;] hi ROMEO & JULIET. Honey colored eyes on his custom made shoes, the detail of them, the studs that Aalina had put in, for 'Swag,' it all seemed so stupid now. He'd never had a pregnancy scare out of all the occasions he'd slept with somebody. Heck, he even went as far to use condoms with everyone he'd slept with before Andrea, for some reason, the heat of the moment had been so intense that it hadn't binged to his attention. Now that she was in his living room, the scared look crept in her flawless face, her usually plump cheeks, seemed unusually hallow in the dim light and the lack of color in her face played the whole story. She was holding nothing back, that was what scared him the most, "Never had to worry before?" he asked, his eyes narrowing in confusion. The conversation was going one of two ways, but Tavin decided that she had to mean that normally guys were more more careful than he had been, and he could give her that, he'd been a real dumb ass. Though, at the moment he couldn't even remember if he'd pulled out or not, his fears were facing him blind in the face, and he was down ten points int he last round. His mind was racing, he had known that he had unprotected sex and had gotten tested a week or so after their encounter. It had been a nerve wracking for him, he'd never been tested before, he'd never had slept with someone without protection, he had to be sure, and he was thankful when the tests had come back reviling that he was clean, no STD had infected him, better safe than sorry, he had to know. "I should have been more responsible." he finally admitted, only seconds after his question, before she had the chance to speak, he'd made a complete full circle. He had been the man, he'd been prepared, but had decided against breaking their kisses and rubbing to protect them both. If on the chance that she was pregnant, he would take full responsibility, doing whatever he could for that child, buying it gifts on an endless supply, but he would never leave his child fatherless, he'd be part of that kids life whether Andrea was ready to admit it, she was very dangerously close to never riding him of her life, which she'd seemed so determined to do. He pulled her to him, her sobs rattling his rattling his chest, his heart pointed wildly, this was the first time he'd really touched her since he'd parted with a kiss the morning after. He soothed her, running his fingers through her silk hair, "It'll be okay." he promised, in a hushed whisper. "I'll make it okay." he said giving her head a little light kiss, like a caring, protective boyfriend might do, "You just can't push me out of your life, if you are." he said sternly. "If you are carrying my baby, you can't just push me to the curb." he said, fully expecting her to push out of his arms, he wasn't sure how she would react, did she even want kids? Had the idea of having kids so young ever crossed her mind? "Whatever you want, I'll make happen, but let me be there for you." he cooed. He knew that it was fully possible to have a child at nineteen and be successful at the same time, if she never wanted to be in another movie because of the situation he'd put her in, he'd support her and work his ass off to keep her head afloat, by her anything she could ever want or desire before she even knew she wanted or needed it. He would treat her like the lady that a woman would like to be and even if she didn't want to be with him, which she so obviously hadn't wanted, he would never stop the checks from coming and neither would he stop visiting and spending time with him or her. At nineteen, he was more financially stable than most 40 year olds, why not have a child? @char @andrea @trea

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Andrea had been under the impression that she'd be able to slide by Tavin without even him knowing about her virginity's keeper. Annoyance struck a nerve in her when he seemed unaware of what she was hinting at. Now wasn't the time to play word games. She'd made her statement very clear, crystal. She shot him a glance only briefly before an overwhelmed huff fell from her lips. "You were my first, Tavin," she told him slowly. Her voice gained a certain amount of short-lived certainty. As soon as the words were out in the open, Andrea's eyes darted to the far wall behind him. Reactions always were hard for Drea to face. Growing up, she'd relay most of her nerve-wracking stories over the phone or handwritten letters. Her insecurity contributed much to her sheepishness. Waiting for Tavin to say something, anything, was a pretty, little time bomb taking its sweet time to deploy. She was holding her breath.

And only to make everything worse, Tavin wasn't blaming her. He didn't seem angry with her. From her perspective, she couldn't pick up alarming amounts of fear, either. Andrea's previous theory about who Tavin was as a person passed another series of tests. No matter what the world threw at him, he always had an answer. Somehow, he always had a plan. Andrea wasn't sure how he pulled off confidence as well as he was. She envied his ability to remain sane in their otherwise mind-boggling situation. "I..." she interrupted him, stumbling over her words. "I knew that I should have said something beforehand, but everything happened so... so fast that I didn't... I couldn't..." Andrea shook her head. She'd forgotten to read the fine print of their situation, and life, impersonating the sly merchant, had manipulated her into an unjust bargain. Consequently, Tavin was affected, too. If anyone was responsible for climbing onto hands and knees asking for forgiveness, Andrea held the highest bid.

Between the guilt and fear tumbling through her, Andrea lost her cool. This was the second time Tavin had seen her cry, and she was definitely chiding herself for making something so disdainful a habit. If her assumptions were true, Tavin would be in for at least eighteen more years of her rancid emotions. Could he put up with her weakness? How long could his strength support her? And their child? Their child. The thoughts summoned another suffocating sob. She'd been worried about the consequences ever since Tavin left that morning three weeks ago. Schuyler had advised her to tell her mother before the press latched onto her juicy scandal with Michael J. Fox's son. Well, as it turned out, Andrea's chance to say so herself also slipped away considering there was a high possibility she was carrying Tavin's baby.

Despite her hopelessness, Tavin's comforting coos weren't subsiding anytime soon. He promised her he'd make everything okay, and she wanted to believe him. In fact, she had to believe him. His determination to stay with her definitely set surprise in motion. Was that wrong of her to hold Tavin at such a low standard? Normally, yes. She knew for a fact Dale wouldn't have stuck by her side if it was his. Would Danny? Josh? Meanwhile, Tav continued to negotiate with her. Rather than accept his offer, she used her right hand to dry her tear-struck eyes. A deep gulp of air helped stabilize her emotions. His arms were still around her, and her cloudy head still rested on his shoulder. "I'm scared," she whispered, closing her eyes to pray for strength.

#TAVINJFOX, 597 WORDS, OUTFIT, WANNA GIVE YOUR HEART A BREAK.

[tavin]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://i141.photobucket.com/albums/r71/maggiesrpstuff/BACKGROUNDS/fk5qwnjpg.png); width: 457px; padding-top: 30; padding-bottom: 30; -moz-border-radius: 35 35 35 35; -webkit-border-radius: 35 35 35 35;] hi ROMEO & JULIET. "You were my first, Tavin." her voice was so strong, so sure, not a even a hint of question with in it. His eyes snapped to hers, a frazzled, shaking hand ran through his locks, pushing it back, as if they weren't already out of his face, "What" he questioned, a dead bolt on her eyes, she had to be kidding. How he'd taken advantage of her weakness when she had been upset about another guy, Well no fucking wonder, jack ass. he screamed to himself, If i was a chick, I wouldn't wanna talk to you either. What a complete dick he'd been, he never felt so low before in his life. Now not only had she lost her virginity to him, but she was facing the possible pregnancy on her very first try. He let out a gush of air, as if he'd been punched in his stupid, "Why didn't you tell me," he said, mostly to the floor. Truth was, he knew the answer, he hadn't given her the chance to, he hadn't even bothered to ask. He could think back to his first time, it had been a rushed occasion with a girl that he barely knew, she'd been older and he'd been ready and willing for the chance to become a man. Once his bubble had been popped, he had found that out of all the things in the world to be addicted to, sex had been his biggest weakness. He loved the feeling, being connected so tightly with someone, their pleasure was his pleasure. Nothing in the world was as fulfilling as that. "You should have told me." he said, he had never been so short with her, he fought the urge to yell at her, to keep his cool even. He wasn't the angry type, he didn't often yell or get into fights, it wasn't the mold he was made out of. "It should have been special for you." he said, realizing how true that statement was, shocked by his own words, "Not just a one night stand." he said, his eyes were as thick as mud, as he fought back tears of his own from reaching the surface. "I could have made it special for you." he said a tear falling from his eye, he quickly wiped it away, as if scratching his face, not even caring if she'd seen or even recognized his own weakness. He had never planned to be someone's first, it wasn't something he'd set out and planned to do, but now as he had placed the two of them int hat position, he felt unworthy, "I could have.." what could he have done? He wasn't a man enough to put his foot down, he hadn't even noticed the difference between a virgin and someone like Aalina. "I don't know what to say." he finally finished, blinking heavily and often. Turned out that the night that he discovered he was able to feel something for a girl, was the night he'd managed to rob a girl of her virginity, and possibly impregnate her, what a winner he'd turned out to be. He held onto her, one hand at the base of her neck, the other squeezing her tightly against his chest, as if he was afraid to lose her. He would manage to make it right with her some how, no matter how strong she seemed to think he was, leaning on him for strength as she teared up, he felt like he was about ready to fall down himself. "You can sleep here if you like." he whispered softly, "you can have my bed," he the gentlemen in himself pushing to the surface, he hadn't even realized he'd had it at all before he'd met her, now he was constantly finding it more and more common, something that scared the shit outta him, honestly, "I mean, don't think I'm trying to push for round two." he said awkwardly. Since when had he ever been awkward? @char @andrea @trea

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Once the truth came out, the real truth, Tavin seemed to lose his words. He almost seemed shocked. Had he never been with a girl for their first time? Had he never slept with a virgin before? Andrea met his eyes with hers. For the moment, he seemed just as taken aback as she was with their entire predicament. "Why did you tell me?" Tavin asked. Drea winced once more. His small frame packed more chivalry than she gave him credit for. Why? Why had she underestimated him? Her charm had a lot to do with her accusations, she supposed. He was a master at wording everything just the way girls like Andrea wanted to hear. "I don't know," she sighed, shaking her head. Actually, Andrea knew exactly the reason why. He made her feel safe and secure. Being with him gave her strength to push forward. His ego was contagious, and even though he seemed off par at the moment, Andrea knew his courage would aid them if parenthood was God's path for them.

"You should have told me," Tavin insisted. His tone hadn't been so forceful with her before. Quite frankly, Andrea wasn't accustomed to the tinge of bitterness that came to his voice. Andrea's self-esteem plummeted farther into the depths. "I'm so sorry," she pleaded. "After everything with Danny..." She let her comment fade into the air once again. Tavin knew how the story went from there. Tavin wanted her first time to be special. Well, that wasn't far off from what Andrea wanted. Oddly, she had come to peace with her decision. Tavin had been someone Andrea took to right away. Giving her virginity away would have been a piece of cake had the right opportunity arised with Dale or Danny. There were multiple occasions with the latter that could have shot her passed innocence. Andrea couldn't forget the almost-kiss in her bedroom at approximately two in the morning weeks ago. She and Danny had never been meant to be.

"What's done is done," she finally said. Her foot was officially down. Andrea wasn't sure she could afford to listen to his apologies anymore. Overall, she was just as responsible for everything. At this point, he was the best candidate for what they were experiencing. He was forcing her to work with him, though Josh never really left her mind. "There's nothing for you to say." There just wasn't, and when Andrea pulled away to look him in the face as she said so, tears lining his eyes nearly broke her heart. Once more, her hand slid across her eyes to clear the tears. Another deep gulp filled her lungs with much-needed oxygen. Andrea was heavily weighing her options. Should she sleep in Tavin's home? "Um..." One syllable. Her eyes threw a glance towards the couch. She couldn't possibly invade his living space after barging in near the middle of the night with such morbid, unexpected news. On the other hand, Andrea was in no condition to be driving, especially at night. "I don't want you to feel obligated to take care of me," Andrea told him bravely. She sounded more confidant than she felt. Her hand found his lush head of hazel hair. "We still don't know for sure..." How could she have been so selfish? "I'm sorry I put this on you before..." Drea bit her lip. "I just needed to tell someone..."

#TAVINJFOX, 582 WORDS, OUTFIT, ew. icky post. sorreh.

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://i141.photobucket.com/albums/r71/maggiesrpstuff/BACKGROUNDS/fk5qwnjpg.png); width: 457px; padding-top: 30; padding-bottom: 30; -moz-border-radius: 35 35 35 35; -webkit-border-radius: 35 35 35 35;] hi ROMEO & JULIET. It was hard for him not t be frustrated, he’d ripped something away from someone without even being the least bit aware of what he’d done, and even worse he’d done it the worst way possible, unprotected. It wasn’t a good start for her, and he was 100 percent to blame. He now knew he’d been the experienced one out of them, which automatically meant that he was to be held responsible for both of them, even if he was the younger. It’s okay, you just..” he started, but lost his nerve midway through, it was far from okay, ”You just should have told me,” he finished waving away her apologies, ”The thing is, I feel I should be apologizing to you, how could I not actually known.” he said bothered once again by the whole idea of taking her innocence without a blink of the eye, no wonder she seemed out of her element. A ping of guilt flooding him once more like waves crashing over the rocks on the shore. ”Danny fucked up,” he told he point blank, ”He’s gone, he’s out of the picture,” he felt like he was ripping a band aid off of a four year old, the hurt he was causing her, biting his lip, ”I mean…” he let his head fall back into his hands, ”I mean, What I did is no better than what he did to you,” it was all coming together, one piece at a time, she’d ran to him for comfort, and he’d assumed that her advances were out of anger towards Danny, but virgins didn’t have angry sex to get over something they’d lost. ”I just want you to know.. you deserve better.” he couldn’t believe he was speaking like this, so out of character, so saint like. What had gotten into him, he’d cracked with his mother, moved out of the house, and now he was telling a girl she deserved better than Danny, than even himself? ”I want you to have the best,” did that mean he was willing to give her the best version of himself? Better himself for the idea that even if it was just for their possible child, he had come to the conclusion, that today was going to have be the day he made the choice. If that meant he was going to have to cut the strings with Aalina to be the best guy that could treat a girl like Andrea, who knowingly saved her virginity and then gave it away to him, how honored he should have felt, but only sickness filled him, he didn’t deserve it, he hadn’t been acting like a gentlemen, the kind of prince a princess deserved. She was pulling away from him, he stood facing her, helpless, ”I want to take care of you.” he almost begged, as he had when he made the settle tugs on her shirt, weeks ago. ”Whether there’s a part of me growing within you or not, I want to do this for you,” well wasn’t he being noble as fuck, about time, he finished. Her hand touched his hair, and he closed his eyes, a silent tear running freely down his face, he rubbed his head of flawlessly placed hair against her small hand, ”I know.” he said, his eyes opening up, darker than usual, dark as the mud he felt he was made from, ”I’m glad you told me.” he hushed her, he wanted to kiss her, as she bit her lip, she was so close, and the emotions spun with him, but she was taken, she’d made it so clear. Waving off the urge to act on impulse, he grabbed her hand, careful not to interlock their fingers, he didn’t know where he stood, honestly he felt like he was on pins and needles, he pulled her into his room, the large oversized furniture nestled into the equally as giant room, the king sized bed, made for a king, with its black silk sheets and purple bed coverings made of some of the most expensive fabrics, custom made for this room, he had to admit he’d gone a little crazy, the shades of purple, creams and blacks danced from every corner of the room. He’d done the work to put it together himself, and he had been proud of the end result, he led her to the bed, pulling the bed coverings away with his free hand, seconds later releasing her from his hold, he signaled for her to sit down, unable to take no for an answer. This was it, he was growing up, and he was doing it for the girl that drove him literally crazy. @char @andrea @trea

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"I didn't tell you," she told him simply. Part of her knew that his guilt should have come off as charming, but Andrea honestly couldn't listen to him say such passionate words. Andrea had made her decision that night to entrust Tavin with her innocence because she was convinced he was worthy enough. As much as she had regretted what they did (and still did), there was a fraction of her being that was overjoyed to know that she had an eternal tie Tavin J. Fox. Their circumstances just might make their so-called "tie" more public; therefore, the magic was considerably lessened. "In the end, I was just as much responsible for what happened as you are, and I don't regret what happened." Hopefully, those five words would help unhitch Tavin from his guilt. The last emotion she wanted was pity.

Somehow, her mouth had created the one name she didn't want to discuss: Danny. Over the course of three weeks, his name had become infrequent in her memory. She was grateful for the break. The image of him kissing Jade had scarred her for days on end, taunting him, boasting about the love she'd lost. In his place, Andrea was given Tavin and Josh, though Joshua was definitely the better person for her to be with. Josh was stable and familiar. Tavin was new and exciting. In Andrea's track record, anyone could find that the former was easily settled with when it came down to her. Did she honestly deserve "better" as Tavin suggested? Drea thought so, at least until she realized how vindictive she was being. Her affections for Joshua were mild and genuine, but no one deserved to date someone who constantly had another man on her mind. That man was holding her in his arms right now, whereas Josh thought she was asleep.

"You don't give yourself enough credit," she sighed. Tavin had done nothing but shoot down every stereotype Andrea assumed he possessed. The beach made him seem like an obnoxious, heartless player. As far as she was concerned, that hadn't been the case. At least, not around her he wasn't. Her thoughts remained true throughout their entire conversation. Right now, her "pregnancy" was nothing more than an educated theory. Their night together a month ago proved how fragile her judgment could be when they were alone together. The aura to do something impulsive always struck a nerve in her whenever Tavin was around. Why, Drea didn't understand. Tavin brought another side of her, typically buried, to the surface. She wasn't sure how she felt about that or even what that meant.

His mind seemed to be set on Andrea spending the night with him. Looking at his face, tears rolling down his cheeks now, Drea knew that she couldn't walk away from him. Tavin had been her first, and that simple fact drew a link between them, at least for her. She'd never be able to wipe Tavin J. Fox from her memory. Ever. His eyes closed and another silent tear fell. Hers had subsided for the time being. It was his turn now. "Hey, don't cry," she cooed. The hand that had rushed through his locks was now brushing away that tear. Right then, the impulse to touch her lips against his was so strong, so prominent. She had to glance away with a frown to suppress the bold, forbidden move.

Instead, Tavin grabbed her hand, cupping it within his own. A bemused look was passed from she to him. Tavin moved and Andrea followed purely out of curiosity. His footsteps led to his bedroom. Drea was instantly reminded of their night together for one of the million times that night. The room was extravagant. Daring colors of purple, black, and beige made a statement. The room was very "Tavin". Inside the room, he led her to the bed, just as Andrea had done three weeks previous for him. He made no advances; however, a tortured devil inside of her wished for his fiery touch once again. "Tavin..." she groaned, unhappy to be invading his space. Andrea gave him a sweltering look, but his just so happened to be more effective. After a long moment's hesitation, she sat down on his comfortable king-sized bed. Her mind had already gone farther ahead, to the future, particularly concerning the test that would determine their fate. With The Choice filming so close, they had everything to lose.

#TAVINJFOX, 743 WORDS, OUTFIT, these two drive me crazy.

[tavin]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://i141.photobucket.com/albums/r71/maggiesrpstuff/BACKGROUNDS/fk5qwnjpg.png); width: 457px; padding-top: 30; padding-bottom: 30; -moz-border-radius: 35 35 35 35; -webkit-border-radius: 35 35 35 35;] hi ROMEO & JULIET. The softness of her touch across his cheek as she whipped away the salty tears, his eyes looked into hers and his heart pounded wildly in his chest, and the thought mine, sprung forward. He wanted to wrap his arms tightly around her, pull her to him and beg her to never leave him, never go back to being Josh's, Don't cry she told him, and not another tear slipped from his lids, he touched her hand, still upon his cheek, cupping it to his own, his eyes closed, his long eyelashes lay like curtains over his ivory cheek bones, "Thanks for telling me," he finally replied, "It means a lot." finally said before grabbing her hand, their bodies were so close in size, his hands only slightly larger, he'd always been small, and that was what had caused his large self confidence, no matter how much people tried to bring him down, he always wanted to stand tall. He was glad that she trusted him enough to follow him without question, his room opened up like a master suite in some expensive home, he'd spent a lot of money on it, he had never put any money into his old room, he'd kept it practically the same since he'd turned 10 and had upgraded to a queen instead of a twin. The top layer of the bed was a very thick royal purple velvet covering detailed in darker colors of the color, with lighter ones. People had always told him that purple was a girl's color but to him, it stood for royalty and who didn't want to think of themselves that way? He pulled the blankets over, the silk sheets reviled, he gave the bed a pat, as he adjusted the pillows, making it seem as comfortable as possible. He'd felt like he was truly growing up, he had instructed the maids that their services weren't necessary, he had kept the place clean on his own, that had been the hardest task. She groaned his name, and he looked back at her, giving it yet again another pat, "Andrea." he said point blank, "There is no way you can drive, its late, you've been crying," he said, the urge to protect her and keep her and their possible child within her safe, taking over him, playing him like a puppet. As soon as she sat down, he squat in front of her, pulling her shoes from her feet, slowly, looking her in the eyes, the socks leaving her feet last, before he suggested she moved into the bed, before he pushed the blankets up, tucking her in, he sat on the edge of the bed. He felt pride, like a father who had just tucked in their little girl, though that feeling really didn't make much sense. He looked down at her, the dim light from the overhead chandelier that came through the roof of the canopy style bed frame. He let his body act on impulse, touching his hand to her face, softly, "Tomorrow, I'll get the test.. and we will know for sure." he soothed her, "But tonight, I'm going to treat you like my most valuable thing in the house." a weak smile spreading at the edges of his lips. A lot of people knew him, and romance and sweet things were never his strong suite, he'd always just said what he wanted, and got away with it, being an ass most the time, the girl laying in the bed so small in the large bed, made him want to be the best version of himself as he could. He leaned in, his lips kissed the warm cheeks of her face, holding his lips there a moment longer than he would typically do to anyone, he didn't want to stop, he didn't want this to be the end of the night, but he kept reminding himself that she wasn't his, she was Josh. His heart skipped a beat with the thought. If she was pregnant with his baby, that boy was the first the he was going to get rid of. @char @andrea @trea

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The impulse charged her veins again. No matter how hard Andrea tried to forbid thoughts of endearment for Tavin, plus one was delivered to her brain the moment she banished the last. She wasn't sure how she expected Tavin to act, though he basically blew away all standards with how calm and collected he truly was. Had he gone through this process before? No... At least, Andrea didn't want to believe he'd "impregnated" anyone else. She didn't want to be another token in a drawer full of sloppy seconds. She was tired of finding her heart shattered because her hopes were too high. That's why she had Josh, right? Joshua was everything she needed for the moment. He'd protected her, cared for her, and most importantly, made her happy. Why was she so inclined to kiss Tavin, then? Why, despite every positive aspect Andrea was known for, could she imagine herself cheating right there, stuck in the moment?

"Yeah," Andrea said simply. Her voice was soft and tired. She hated to admit that Tavin was right, but ultimately, he was. She was in no mood to drive across town in the dark. The news about her virginity itself seemed to rile Tav up more than anything. Drea thought that was strange of him. Maybe he blamed her for being inexperienced. Whatever he thought of her now, Andrea was glad he was able to pretend to care about her. There wasn't anything more that she wanted than a little reassurance. Speculations of a pregnancy at twenty weren't preferred thoughts, and Tavin was a year her junior. How could she honestly expect him to commit to her in their youth? Three years ago, Andrea was considered a minor. For Tavin, the time period was even less. Tristan had been a viable example of what could happen if a child was conceived into unstable circumstances. Poor Jamie, his daughter, had even poorer living conditions.

Tristan. The name hadn't come up for a long while. He'd been a boy who Andrea wished to gain fame with. They'd met in a open audition line about a year ago. When he finally made his break and the pressure was too gamely, he decided to quit and move to Maine with his parents. This job, for Andrea, was everything she ever wanted. If she was pregnant, she'd aim to flourish in her career no matter how judgmental anyone might be. She'd kill them with kindness, she decided. If anyone questioned her views on Tavin, however, she was most definitely wedged between two boulders. He had knelt down and began stripping her feet of their coverings. First, her shoes were removed. Then, he continued to pull off her socks. His orders were unspoken from then on. Gestures constituted what he wanted her to do, and Andrea followed them accurately. When the cover was pulled over her and she was tucked in, he spoke.

Tomorrow, Tavin promised to fetch the test. For the time being, he insisted on treating her like platinum silver. She almost breathed an answer before his lips found her cheek. All her current thoughts were archived, and she was momentarily stunned. The impulses were back again, and the only way to overcome them had to be dismissing Tavin. "Good night," she breathed. Her eyelids were gaining weight rapidly. She was able to see Tavin's frame move away before she was engulfed into the land of pillows and blankets. A dreamless sleep proceeded to follow, and she didn't remember waking up at least once while she occupied Tavin's bed.

A buzz disturbed her sleep the next morning. Yellow sunlight spilled into the room. Various shades of purple were vibrant with beams of light dancing across their surfaces. Her hand groggily reached into the sheets to grab her phone. The text message was from Josh, saying good morning. Her whereabouts were unbeknownst to her through her drowsy stupor. She rubbed her eyes groggily and looked around the unfamiliar terrain. Tavin's bedroom. The late period. Pregnancy. All of yesterday's fears were reincarnated within her. Where was Tavin? What time was it? When was he planning on purchasing the test? How could she possibly leave his house without some tabloid or another writing false information? All of these questions concerned her to a different degree, but all of that seemed to disappear when she saw Tavin's face approaching. She shoved her phone back into her pocket hastily.

#TAVINJFOX, 738 WORDS, OUTFIT, <33 we were featured in stalkerazzi >_>

[tavin]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://i141.photobucket.com/albums/r71/maggiesrpstuff/BACKGROUNDS/fk5qwnjpg.png); width: 457px; padding-top: 30; padding-bottom: 30; -moz-border-radius: 35 35 35 35; -webkit-border-radius: 35 35 35 35;] hi ROMEO & JULIET. It was one of the hardest things Tavin had ever done, was remove his lips from her cheek, whispering mirrors of her words, "Good night." he said his voice was rasp, like he was often in the mornings, so much had happened in such a short amount of time and though considering the circumstances, he thought he'd handed it quite well for only being nineteen and a known player. He felt the strings of knowing who he was slide through his fingers. He was becoming someone else, and for some reason it didn't scare him, only fascinated him. Her eyes began to get heavy and she struggled to keep them open, and he backed away from her, turning off the lights and closing the door behind him. Walking down the hall, he slide down the expensive metallic wallpaper, in a full crouch he put his head into he knees, or as close as he could. His whole life was going to change whether she was pregnant or not. He felt a connection to her, no one else had ever had the chance to deliver the news, and if they had been pregnant they'd have removed the part of him growing within them, and would have never spoke of it. She was different, and she was making him different. He shed a few silent tears, before standing to his full height and walked to the living room, and laid himself across it, no need for a blanket or a pillow, his body was on fire. He knew he wasn't getting any sleep, no matter how hard he tried, his eyes stared wide open at the white ceiling over head. Andrea dropped two bombs, no only had she been a virgin when they had slept together, but now she was also fearful that she was pregnant. He wondered what her parents would think about it, he'd heard rumors of how strict her spanish mother was, and was pretty certain she wouldn't be okay with her daughter losing her virginity, and what if she was pregnant, could she accept him into the family as that child's father and an important part of Drea's life? What about her father, would he kill him for doing this to his baby girl? Then his own parents popped in his head, his father would be so happy that he finally found something he cared about enough to work hard on his career instead of his night life, his father being the only person that would ever hear any of the stories that happened. He'd always been the strong stable part of his life the one that encouraged him that falling in love was one of the most beautiful things in the world. His mother crossed his mind last, amazing how much things had changed, he'd usually consider her feelings first, but now while they weren't talking, it felt odd, he was pretty sure that his mother would love to have another family member to be added to the family. With the time passing, Tavin continued to check his phone, it was around eight when he couldn't lay there anymore, the sun was coming through the windows and he knew that he was more worried about the situation than he'd originally suggested to Drea, though he was positive that they could do it, he wondered how much she would be willing to let him in her life, she never seemed to be that interested in him. Which only made him want her more, never had he worked so hard for anyone's attention before. He finally got off the couch and walked down the hall to check on his guest, who was still sleeping peacefully upon his bed, her movements over the night had been very slight, she was almost in exactly the same position as she was when he'd left her. He smiled, closing the door. He grabbed his keys and left to go to the store, coming back with breakfast and hot chocolate. She should probably eat, and headed back to the house. Luckily he wasn't known for being an early morning guy, so his usual paparazzi followers were no where to be seen. Getting to his house he walked in, dropping the keys on the couch, he walked down the hall, giving the door a little knock, he could hear her within, and with a shy smile he opened the door slowly, she was still on the bed, and she was awake now, he walked towards her, two cups in his hands, handing one of them off to her, "Hot Chocolate." he explained, then handed her the bag of expensive doughnuts and then finally he gave her the bag that held the test within its belly. "Breakfast first then we can know for sure," he pleaded, before reaching out and grabbing a chocolate glazed doughnut taking a bit out of it., he knew he'd always want to remember this moment forever. @char @andrea @trea

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The coming morning dawned on her like a betrayer. Her abdomen ached when she had, but reason urged her to believe that the aches were no more than a symptom of anxiety, not the effect of a baby nourishing off of her body. Her text message from Joshua put her on edge. He had no way of knowing where she was because she'd told him nothing that could clue him in on her whereabouts. Paranoia existed in her mind, anyways. The truth of the matter was simple: she had a boyfriend, yet there was a fifty-fifty chance that she was pregnant with another man's child. Andrea officially dubbed herself safe to say that she would have never imagined she'd be in this situation at any point in her life. Then again, her dreams of rocking the entertainment industry had been nothing more than a silly idea as well. How she decided to overcome her grief, Andrea hadn't decided.  Another sickening roll or her stomach forced her to close her eyes. 

Tavin came bearing breakfast, which normally would have been a pleasant surprise. Today, she was worried about keeping anything down, but she didn't want to come off as rude or ungrateful. Besides, hot chocolate was one of her favorite beverages. How could she not have a little taste? Drea raised the cup to her lips and sucked some of the muddy liquid into her mouth. Not hot but not cold either, the temperature was perfect. Her stomach gargled in protest, so she set the cup down on the nearest surface she could discover. Next, Tavin presented her the doughnuts. The aroma of freshly baked dough wafted into her nostrils, and again, her stomach rolled uncomfortably. Her phone vibrated again, probably reminding her about Josh's text. In all, that made her feel even worse than she already was. Anyone who was comfortable and okay with sneaking around their boyfriend's back didn't deserve someone like Josh. Technically, Andrea wasn't sneaking around without remorse, so she wasn't completely unworthy, right? She nibbled on a simple glazed doughnut, but she just wasn't in the mood to eat. "Thank you for all of this," she said politely. Andrea realized how her actions might come off and amended her behavior with polite words. If her stomach would cooperate, she'd be all over the delicious treats Tavin purchased for her. She figured she'd probably be hungrier once the truth was finally exposed. 

Hungry or not, Andrea decided to continue eating her doughnut and sipping her hot chocolate. There wasn't really much to say about anything, really. Her mind was anticipating the results of the test, and the presence of Josh in her mind never deceased. If the test was positive and she was pregnant, she knew that their relationship, though short-lived, was over. On the contrary, Andrea had been wondering if dating him at all was justified. Their weeks together had been wonderful because each was easily accessible. Once she flew out to Seattle, Connecticut, and New York, seeing each other daily was an impossible task. After Danny, she wasn't sure if she was ready to gamble a long-distance relationship again, even if she trusted Joshua with her heart. "I think I'm ready," she claimed, glancing at the grocery bag containing the test. A friend in high school had a pregnancy test, but technologies were constantly changing. She read the instructions mentally and tossed the sheets away from her body. Her eyes met Tavin's, as of asking for his approval. 

#TAVINJFOX, 591 WORDS, OUTFIT, written on my phone with a stomach ache xD

[tavin]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://i141.photobucket.com/albums/r71/maggiesrpstuff/BACKGROUNDS/fk5qwnjpg.png); width: 457px; padding-top: 30; padding-bottom: 30; -moz-border-radius: 35 35 35 35; -webkit-border-radius: 35 35 35 35;] hi ROMEO & JULIET. Dark circles lined the hazel eyed boy's eyes, the sleeplessness of the night before was taking a toll on his body, but he wasn't allowing it to be an issue, not yet. He chewed on his doughnut, eating it in a fourth of the time she managed to swallow down her's. He wasn't sure if she was even hungry or if she'd forced herself to digest the goodies because he'd bought them for her. Either way she' pushed them down, and she thanked him, and he just nodded, silently, he was more concerned about her than the money he'd spent. Once she grabbed the test and announced she was ready, he slide side ways allowing her to get off the bed, getting up after ward he gave a tug to his pants, pulling them up slightly, something he always had to do, and gave his black shirt a tug down, Follow me." he said. He lead the way to the large master bathroom, that opened up behind the wall behind of the bed, it's white marble flooring, the large master bathroom complete with neon lights over the bath tube, and two large flat screen televisions. He scratched his head awkwardly, "Uh.." he said looking back at her, every inch of the bathroom sparkled, but no girl had yet to see this bathroom, it was his own, "There's the toilet," he said pointing at the white thing next to the shower to his right, "um.." he said looking at her once again, "You can come get me when you are done.. so we can wait together.." he said feeling foolish. How were guys supposed to act, was he being weird? "Or.. you don't have to." he corrected quickly, it was obvious that he was nervous, "I mean.. you don't have to if you don't want to." he corrected, he wanted to make sure that she didn't get the impression that he wasn't there for her, "I'll do whatever you want." he said pushing his hair back outta his face, though it was perfectly positioned in place despite not having any bathroom type with his products this morning. He nodded, "Yeah anyway, I'll let you get to it." he said realizing all she probably wanted to do was pee on the stick and get the thing over with. He walked out of the bathroom, he pulled the bedding back into the rightful place, smoothed it out, and sat upon its comforting blankets, he felt out of sorts. He wasn't sure if it was the possible baby that was doing it, or that Andrea was in his house and had slept in his bed and now was in his very own bathroom, not his parents. He pulled out his phone and tweeted, "World is spinning and I'm looking up." and then watched as his mentions went up and out of the roof, as his fans sent random comments, a small grin passed his lips as he retweeted a few and followed a handful of girls that begged, it made their day and how easy it was for him to press a little button, after a minute of doing that, he put his phone back in his pocket, "You okay in there?" he yelled. @char @andrea @trea

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