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It was safe to say that Datty was hating himself right now. If he had just made the meeting when all the cast showed up for their costume sizing, he wouldn’t have to be going over to the costume designer’s house right now to give her the sizing she wanted. It wouldn’t be much trouble for him if it was anyone else and he even made the effort to ask if another person in the costume design department could meet with him, but she was his only option apparently. Just his luck, right? Why does he have so much of a problem with meeting Aalina Grey? There were a lot of reasons. The biggest one was that he feared for his anatomy… namely the midsection. Every time he even thought about that girl, he felt as though a kick in the groin was in his future. He just didn’t want it to be this soon in the future because he wasn’t prepared for it. The thing was, Datty never meant to hurt her. These two just started off carelessly hooking up and it just ended a little uglier than most relationships…not that Datty and Aalina even had one.

He hoped they could get past it for the sake of the production because these two would have to be working together for the next several months and if meeting tonight was going to be issue, there’s no saying what the future would hold for these two. Datty never thought he’d admit something like this to even himself, but this girl was just too difficult to handle for him. He could keep up with her for a week or so, but in time he realized she was a handful…you would think a player like him would have no problem handling someone like her, but it was almost impossible. She wasn’t a nutcase, exactly, but Datty wouldn’t call her sane. Not even to her face. Not even if he wanted to be nice. He didn’t lie like that anyway.

Before he knew it, his thoughts were snapped away as he knocked on her door before slipping his hands into his pockets, discretely keeping them close together incase he needed to shield himself from the expected. It was around 8 at night and already pretty dark. The sun was down and he stood in the twilight, tapping his foot as he wondered what her reaction would be. Datty had given the girl too many reasons to hate him right now and the first one he could think of was the fact that on top of slacking earlier when everyone was supposed to meet, he was actually three hours late to this meeting as well. They had agreed 5 pm and obviously Datty lost track of time as he ended up falling asleep and then woke up only an hour ago.

`tagged brie / lina g. `just enough words `too lazy for outfit. pfff

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[atrb=border,0,true][bg=eeeeee][atrb=width,500,true] [STYLE=width: 150px; height: 150px; border: 10px solid #111111; float: left; margin-top: 20px; margin-left: 20px; margin-right: 5px;][/style] [STYLE=text-align: left; font-size: 10px; font-family: arial; margin-top: -2px; width: 410px; color: #212121;]— I DON'T WANT TO FIGHT ANYMORE.[/style] [STYLE=text-align: left; font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; font-size: 20px; margin-top: -6px; margin-bottom: -3px; width: 410px; color: #212121; letter-spacing: -1px;]CAN'T WE JUST MAKE LOVE AND NOT WAR[/style] [STYLE=text-align: justify; padding: 5px; border-left: 7px solid #111111; border-top: 5px solid #111111; background-color: #f3f3f3; width: 400px; font-size: 10px; color: #212121; margin-left: 20px;]Aalina was no where near perfect. She had no concept of time, left her heart open to be broken repeatedly, and could never say no to a drink. But, her strengths more than made up for her weaknesses. She was head strong, confident, talented, with a body to match. Why she had such bad luck with love was a mystery even to herself. The small blonde was stretched out on the newest addition to her apartment, a new sofa. It was curved, black, and oh so her. Sliding her finger along her phone, she rolled her eyes as she pulled her calender up. Of course he wouldn't show, why would a douche like him show? He had already missed his last appointment, why she had thought he would make this one was just her being naive once more. It wasn't like she was looking forward to De'sean coming over to begin with. After their last encounter he was right along with Dom on her list of people she wanted nothing to do with. She had broken the cardinal rule; never fall for someone that wants nothing but sex. Aalina knew that from the beginning, there would never be anything between the two of them, but somewhere along the line, she had overlooked that. And now, she was paying the price. Of course, it didn't hurt as much the second time around, and it's not like she had caught him in the act. But, him throwing Alex in her face was a low blow, even for him. She pulled herself from her comfy position, her hair piled high on her head, from where she had worked out earlier. Once she realized he wasn't coming, Aalina hit the gym, taking her frustrations out on a punching bag rather than seething. It had become her coping method, instead of the bottle, she turned to crunches and weights. Still in her sports bra and shorts, as she heard the knock at the door, her eyes rolled once more. "I swear if this mofo thinks he can show up late," Lina mumbled to herself, a feeling in the pit of her stomach, knowing De'sean would be standing on the other side of her door. Tossing her phone on the couch, she made her way to the door, not even bothering to see who it was. "Well, look who decided to show up,"[/style] [style=font-size: 10px; text-align: center;]TEMPLATE BY SAMARECARM OF OTE + BTN[/style]

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To this moment, Datty didn’t believe he managed any ‘low blow’ because he was so convinced that she was at wrong. Of course, he would. The guy was a little too full of himself that he did something wrong because these two didn’t really call things official. He always considered himself single so when she confronted him, all he could do or say is out of defense. He didn’t mean to call her a hypocrite for doing whatever the hell she was doing with Alex, but it just came out and he didn’t make an effort to take it back. Low blow or not, he didn’t want to see her. The nutcase will probably cut his dick off while close to it for sizing or something. After swallowing hard, the young man prepared himself as the door in front of him opened.

Yeah, he was expecting a crazy bitch to open up and attack him with punches and kicks, but all those expectations were out the window as he saw her in the bra and shorts. He let down his guard…literally and took his hands out of his pockets before he smirked at her frustration instead of fearing it. ”Try not to flatter yourself, I didn’t have anything better to do.” In his case, he meant he didn’t have anyone better to do. Not that ‘doing’ Lina was an option. At all. He did take a moment to check her out, though, letting his smirk disappear. She was just as hot as he remembered…he figured along the way he had forgotten since he was so pissed at her about the fight and then all this time ‘psycho’ was in mind as he had convinced himself she was nothing but that. But seeing her now, he found she was anything but that. He wasn’t going to start flirting, though if that’s what you think. ”Now do your thing so I can get out of here.” He demanded….somewhat politely.

`tagged brie / lina g. `just enough words `too lazy for outfit. pfff

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[atrb=border,0,true][bg=eeeeee][atrb=width,500,true] [STYLE=width: 150px; height: 150px; border: 10px solid #111111; float: left; margin-top: 20px; margin-left: 20px; margin-right: 5px;][/style] [STYLE=text-align: left; font-size: 10px; font-family: arial; margin-top: -2px; width: 410px; color: #212121;]— I DON'T WANT TO FIGHT ANYMORE.[/style] [STYLE=text-align: left; font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; font-size: 20px; margin-top: -6px; margin-bottom: -3px; width: 410px; color: #212121; letter-spacing: -1px;]CAN'T WE JUST MAKE LOVE AND NOT WAR[/style] [STYLE=text-align: justify; padding: 5px; border-left: 7px solid #111111; border-top: 5px solid #111111; background-color: #f3f3f3; width: 400px; font-size: 10px; color: #212121; margin-left: 20px;]Standing in the doorway, she had half the mind to shut the door in his face. He had missed both appointments, she didn't have to take his measurements, and Lina had no trouble letting him explain the the execs himself why his costume wasn't ready once filming started. She could be a bitch, but even that was a little over the top. Just as she went to let him in, he opened his mouth, and it just fueled her frustrations even farther. "Just like I have no reason to let you into my apartment." She leaned against the frame of the door, crossing her arms over her chest, her hip popped to the side. Aalina could do attitude, and she did it well. De'Sean was going to have to beg for her to take his measurements, she decided, cocking an eyebrow as she watched his eyes travel her body. God, the man had some nerve. She couldn't deny that he was attractive, but she wasn't standing there, oogling him. Besides, she was supposed to be hating him. "Do my thing?" She asked, playing dumb. "What thing? The lesbian thing? Or the psycho thing?" She was hitting hard, bringing up their last conversation. Aalina bit her lip, suddenly realizing why he was checking her out as she felt a chill across her body. The hallway of her apartment was cooler than inside her cozy haven, and now her lack of clothing was really a disadvantage. "I'm seriously in no mood to deal with you, tonight," Lina breathed out, dropping her arms as she took a step backwards. "You had a chance, and you missed it," She wasn't sure if she was talking about his appointment or their relationship. Just his presence was confusing her, and it was pissing her off even more.[/style] [style=font-size: 10px; text-align: center;]TEMPLATE BY SAMARECARM OF OTE + BTN[/style]

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Before she even decided to let him inside, Datty brushed himself past her and let himself inside because he knew she was going to let him in eventually. ”Just like I have no reason to let you into my apartment.” If she didn’t, she wouldn’t the one at fault considering she did her part. Not only did he miss the first fitting, but he was three hours late to the reschedule. It would all be pinned on him, so he couldn’t screw it up now. So sew him he was attracted to the girl even after what happened. ”Your job, girl. The rest is your business.” He wanted to brush the anger aside and act like it didn’t bother him, but eventually he clicked his tongue and brought his arms up a little before dropping that. ”Why you gotta be like that, huh? Why’d you bring that up?” He wasn’t an angry guy at all, but she was bringing back their last fight and it triggered so many things inside him.

”What? You think I’m in any mood to deal with you? Man, I was havin’ a good day.” And this is why he didn’t expect to be checking her out. The hotness was gone and psycho was back. ”Now are you talking about the fitting or what?” He was pretty confused too, but he decided he didn’t even wanna know, so he just waved his hands in front of his face before speaking up, ”No, just…I’ll leave. If they ask, I’ll tell ‘em you didn’t wanna see me, but it’s all on you.” If she was a good listener—Datty couldn’t remember if she was—she would’ve heard him whisper the word “Psycho” under his breathe when he turned around.

`tagged brie / lina g. `just enough words `too lazy for outfit. pfff

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[atrb=border,0,true][bg=eeeeee][atrb=width,500,true] [STYLE=width: 150px; height: 150px; border: 10px solid #111111; float: left; margin-top: 20px; margin-left: 20px; margin-right: 5px;][/style] [STYLE=text-align: left; font-size: 10px; font-family: arial; margin-top: -2px; width: 410px; color: #212121;]— I DON'T WANT TO FIGHT ANYMORE.[/style] [STYLE=text-align: left; font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; font-size: 20px; margin-top: -6px; margin-bottom: -3px; width: 410px; color: #212121; letter-spacing: -1px;]CAN'T WE JUST MAKE LOVE AND NOT WAR[/style] [STYLE=text-align: justify; padding: 5px; border-left: 7px solid #111111; border-top: 5px solid #111111; background-color: #f3f3f3; width: 400px; font-size: 10px; color: #212121; margin-left: 20px;]It was taking all of her to keep composure. He could trigger a nerve in her so easily, and she hated that. Aalina hated that he could get the best of her without really trying. As he brushed by her, she closed the door firmly, almost glad to be out of the cold. "Why did you have to be like that? Why did you have to say those things?" She asked, instead of answered, turning her body as she moved further into her apartment, trying to pay him no mind. He was just a mistake in her past, that she was being forced to deal with in her present. Just like Dominic. Irony. She scoffed at him, eyes rolling once again. Pulling a measurement tape out from her sewing case that she had pulled out for earlier in the evening, she paused as he spoke once again. He called her out on her meaning, and she had no answer. Biting down on her lip, she pulled her hair down from it's bun, running her hands through the blonde locks, loosing them. He hit low once again, bringing her job into the conversation, her reputation. If he had ever listened to her, even just once, he would know how hard she had worked for that position, and she wasn't about to let him ruin her. "Fuck you," She had heard his psycho comment, but, it was nothing she hadn't heard from their last meeting. Honestly, she didn't even care anymore. "You can say all you want about my sanity or my sexuality, hell, call me a fucking whore if you want," Her anger was getting the best of her, her accent seemingly getting thicker by the minute. "But mess with my job, my reputation," She stopped herself, copying his move earlier by putting her hands up, palms facing him. She didn't want to be anywhere near him at that moment, but she had to figure some way to get his measurements so she could keep this gig.[/style] [style=font-size: 10px; text-align: center;]TEMPLATE BY SAMARECARM OF OTE + BTN[/style]

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Datty knew very well that he was ticking her off so when she scoffed and rolled his eyes at him, all he could do was smile for a split second before the anger kicked in. Luckily, she had turned away from him before then because he got yet another chance to check out that ass walking away from him. ”Me? Lemme remind you, you were the one tripping about random bullshit.” After the fight they had last time, Datty did wonder why she got overly pissy about hearing that she wasn’t the only girl he had been with recently. He figured maybe she started to like him more than the friendship they had going. It was honestly a bummer, because he loved it. In fact, he thought about her when he was alone and surprisingly not any other girl. After that fight, however, he forgot all about her and just resorted to calling her a complete psycho without even thinking twice about how she felt when she questioned him about other girls. All this jerk could do was get defensive and ask about Alex.

”Fuck you.” Datty looked over at her and as pissed as he was, he couldn’t help but smirk at her. ”You already did, but hey, feel free to have at it again.” This would be much easier if she was ugly. Or at least not as irresistible. Or maybe he was just thinking with the wrong organ and wrapping his mind around the fact that she was practically half naked. That adorable accent didn’t help him either. ”Are you mocking me?” He asked, hands on his hips dramatically—pff, actors—as he looked around her place for a moment. ”Mess with your job, reputation, what? What are you gonna do?” He asked her in a challenging tone, crossing his arms across his chest.

`tagged brie / lina g. `just enough words `too lazy for outfit. pfff

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[atrb=border,0,true][bg=eeeeee][atrb=width,500,true] [STYLE=width: 150px; height: 150px; border: 10px solid #111111; float: left; margin-top: 20px; margin-left: 20px; margin-right: 5px;][/style] [STYLE=text-align: left; font-size: 10px; font-family: arial; margin-top: -2px; width: 410px; color: #212121;]— I DON'T WANT TO FIGHT ANYMORE.[/style] [STYLE=text-align: left; font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; font-size: 20px; margin-top: -6px; margin-bottom: -3px; width: 410px; color: #212121; letter-spacing: -1px;]CAN'T WE JUST MAKE LOVE AND NOT WAR[/style] [STYLE=text-align: justify; padding: 5px; border-left: 7px solid #111111; border-top: 5px solid #111111; background-color: #f3f3f3; width: 400px; font-size: 10px; color: #212121; margin-left: 20px;]Ten, nine, eight, Aalina was doing her best to calm herself down. Who was this fool to get her so worked up? She did her best to drown him out, ignore whatever he was saying, but he had a point. She did trip over random bullshit. Why did she care if he was sleeping with just her or all of NYC? Lina herself was still hooking up with Tavin Fox, she was being quite hypocritical. But, damn that man's smile. She knew she had been in the wrong the last time, that she flipped over nothing. But, Datty made her nervous, and she couldn't just be honest and say she had feelings. That would have been worse than fighting with him. She could see herself being laughed out of New York. Aalina always fell for the wrong people, but she was never going to learn. "Just shut up," She sighed, her back to him as she tried to calm her emotions. She hoped she didn't have to deal with him much on set, knowing that he would just irk her. As she crossed her arms over her chest, she spun back around, in time to watch him place his hands on his hips. He looked so, over dramatic, girlie. She couldn't help but giggle and smirk at him. "I'm going to poke you with a thousand needles," She couldn't be serious with him standing like that. It just wasn't going to happen. "No, but seriously, I'm done fighting with you. Can we just be civil and professional?" She couldn't bring herself to say please, that was too much. Lina wasn't going to beg him, for anything. "If not, just have your manager email me your measurements. They might not be perfect, but better than nothing." Brushing past him, she plopped herself back down on her couch. He could see himself out if he was going to be a dick in her sanctuary.[/style] [style=font-size: 10px; text-align: center;]TEMPLATE BY SAMARECARM OF OTE + BTN[/style]

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”Just shut up,” She said, giving Datty the impression that she had given up on fighting him. It caught his attention as he turned to look at her, trying to study the look on her face, but she had turned her back to him once again. He waited for a moment for her to turn around before he made his dramatic hands on the hip posture, which apparently made her giggle. He didn’t really laugh along with her…nor did he even make any effort to smile at the girl. ”I’m going to poke you with a thousand needles.” He raised an eyebrow when she spoke those words unable to say anything other than, ”Is that the best you got, psycho?” He finally flashed a bit of a smirk, unable to get pissy with her anymore. Why? He didn’t know. It wasn’t like he was a gentleman who had a problem being straightforwardly rude with girls and being so composed—kinda—with this girl just made him wonder what it was about her that had him actually being nicer to her than he would have been with any other girl who pissed him off the way she did.

Not long after, she asked him to be serious and be ‘civil and professional’. Even though there was no ‘please’ in there somewhere, he heard it in her voice as if she really wanted him to take all this seriously for the sake of her job if not his own. She wanted him to have his manager email the measurements, what? It wasn’t like the man had them set aside. That would mean Datty would have to meet with someone else for the measurements who he could give it to the manager to send them to Lina. Yeah, that wasn’t happening. Why the hell was he here? ”You can’t rid of me that easily, you know” He plopped down at well, making himself comfortable as if it was his own place before he leaned towards her a little. A part of her didn’t want to be a dick and jump her bones but considering these two were way beyond the point of respect, he leaned over and pressed his lips against her, forgetting to block his midsection this time in order to keep from being kicked or punched or something.

`tagged brie / lina g. `just enough words `too lazy for outfit. pfff

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[atrb=border,0,true][bg=eeeeee][atrb=width,500,true] [STYLE=width: 150px; height: 150px; border: 10px solid #111111; float: left; margin-top: 20px; margin-left: 20px; margin-right: 5px;][/style] [STYLE=text-align: left; font-size: 10px; font-family: arial; margin-top: -2px; width: 410px; color: #212121;]— I DON'T WANT TO FIGHT ANYMORE.[/style] [STYLE=text-align: left; font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; font-size: 20px; margin-top: -6px; margin-bottom: -3px; width: 410px; color: #212121; letter-spacing: -1px;]CAN'T WE JUST MAKE LOVE AND NOT WAR[/style] [STYLE=text-align: justify; padding: 5px; border-left: 7px solid #111111; border-top: 5px solid #111111; background-color: #f3f3f3; width: 400px; font-size: 10px; color: #212121; margin-left: 20px;]Psycho, there it was again. Was she really psycho? Did he really think that? She hoped not, that was a hard label to break. Aalina just shrugged in response, not bothering to answer. She could think of a million things worse, but each one would just confirm his accusations. His smirk had a relaxing effect on her, one that startled her. He wasn't supposed to be relaxing her, she was supposed to be moody and hating him. God, guys were so difficult. Aalina now realized why she didn't have luck in relationships, or with men at all; they all confused the shit out of her. Sitting on the couch, it was more to put space between the two of them. She knew his body intimately, from countless sleep overs that involved little sleep. Her mind was torturing her, flashbacks of those moments, some sober, most not. As he sat down beside her, she looked at him curiously, trying to figure out what he was thinking. As he told her she couldn't get rid of him easily, she scoffed once again, pulling her legs into her body, sitting criss cross. As she opened her mouth to reply, she felt his own mouth crash into hers. Aalina froze, caught off guard by his actions. What was it with people randomly kissing her this week? He was the second person to forcibly press his lips against hers, but this time she didn't feel a physical urge to pull away or to slap him. Instead she found herself returning his kiss, pushing all thought from her mind. How did he know that this would solve everything? Well, it didn't, but in Lina's eyes everything felt a hundred times better embraced in his kiss. His lips were rough against her own, a feeling unlike the soft lips that had been pressed against hers just days before. Pulling away slowly, she sat there, eyes still closed as she tried to process everything. "Um..." There were no words to express herself, partly because her mind was blank. Unfolding her legs, she sat up on her knees, a small smirk set on her lips. For someone to say he hated her and that she was a psycho, it was a bold move for him to kiss her. "Why'd you do that?" She asked, her hands going to her hips, mimicking his actions from earlier.[/style] [style=font-size: 10px; text-align: center;]TEMPLATE BY SAMARECARM OF OTE + BTN[/style]

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To be entirely honest, he thought most girls were in fact ‘psycho’ in his book. Since there was so much honesty, we might as well add the fact that he thought Aalina wasn’t nearly as nutty as the others, if at all. She was actually not as bad as that Mikaela. The point was that even if he did think Aalina was a psycho, that label he had for her wouldn’t be too hard for her to break. In fact, she didn’t even have to try and break it. Hell, by the time they were kissing on her couch, the label was already voided.

When he first kissed her, he had forgotten that there was a chance he could get smacked, especially considering she didn’t respond to the kiss at first. He was glad it was eventually returned, though. Times like these, he didn’t really think about what could happen in their future if he pulled such a stunt because he was a little too caught up in the moment. Obviously, this wouldn’t solve everything between them, but who cared about motives? He wanted to kiss her and he did.

After pulling away, Datty watched the look on her face, glad to see she was actually smiling. He would say it was a little out there to be smiling when she was just bitching at him two minutes ago was too hypocritical, because Datty was being even more of an ass. Not to mention, he kissed first. So yeah, it was a bold move. ”Why’d you do that?” Shit, he didn’t know how to give her an answer she wanted to hear and the honest answer might be offensive. She looked sexy when she was mad…weren’t most girls? ”Same reason you kissed back.” He said to her, a smirk of his own slowly appearing on his face. ”Quit mocking me, that’s not cool,”

The smirk was now spread into a grin as he let his eyes swiftly run down her body and then back up again. ”I didn’t mean it, you know.” Of course, that was his way of sincerely apologizing for all the rude things he said about the rumors he heard about her and Alex. Hell no, he wasn’t going to admit there was a little jealousy involved with the way he acted. Spreading his arm on the top of the couch, he leaned towards her a little. ”You can be with whoever you want.” Or was it the fact that Alex was hotter and something in him got offended he wasn’t enough for her. That sorta went hand-and-hand with the jealousy. It wasn’t like he wanted her for himself or anything.

`tagged brie / lina g. `just enough words `too lazy for outfit. pfff

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[atrb=border,0,true][bg=eeeeee][atrb=width,500,true] [STYLE=width: 150px; height: 150px; border: 10px solid #111111; float: left; margin-top: 20px; margin-left: 20px; margin-right: 5px;][/style] [STYLE=text-align: left; font-size: 10px; font-family: arial; margin-top: -2px; width: 410px; color: #212121;]— I DON'T WANT TO FIGHT ANYMORE.[/style] [STYLE=text-align: left; font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; font-size: 20px; margin-top: -6px; margin-bottom: -3px; width: 410px; color: #212121; letter-spacing: -1px;]CAN'T WE JUST MAKE LOVE AND NOT WAR[/style] [STYLE=text-align: justify; padding: 5px; border-left: 7px solid #111111; border-top: 5px solid #111111; background-color: #f3f3f3; width: 400px; font-size: 10px; color: #212121; margin-left: 20px;]Just a day before, she had confided in her best friend Tabitha that she had messed up. That she and Datty had fought, all because she thought she felt something more for him. It was no secret that both girls had history with the man, something that Aalina didn't even care about. It was none of her business, and, she knew were both of them stood on the subject, she hoped. She tried following Tabby's advice, to forget about him, but with him scheduling a fitting not even an hour after their conversation, it was almost impossible. She had spent the better much of the day thinking about him. Lina had the worst habit of over thinking things, working herself up without much of a reason. So by the time five o'clock rolled around, with no sign of De'Sean, it was a bigger let down than she would ever let anyone know. She had accepted that she had overreacted, and had planned on apologizing. But, as time passed, and the more time she spent with the punching bag at the gym, her mind's gears in overdrive, her anger just took hold of her. Which was why he received such a cold welcoming. By eight o'clock, she wanted nothing to do with him. He couldn't even shoot her a text saying he was running late? It finally clicked that he cared about her as much as probably Dominic did. Crushing, it really was, but nothing that she couldn't get over. So when he said he kissed her for the same reasons she kissed back, she was quite doubtful. But, at the same time, she wasn't sure why she kissed back, an involuntary action, one that she had done without much thought. Her lip was once again trapped between her teeth, frustrated with his answer. He couldn't just give an honest answer? She ignored his comment of mocking him, resisting the urge to roll her eyes. His smile was contagious, without realizing it, Aalina had the same stupid smile across her face. "I'm sorry, too." She said it for him, knowing he never would. She was shocked she got as much as she did, everything she had thought about him thrown out the window. Watching him lean toward her, Lina stayed firmly planted where she was, her smile falling as she heard what he said. Sweet Datty was one she wasn't used to. It was off putting, so used to him being a jerk, or obsessed with sex. It took only a minute to realize what he actually meant, Alex. Placing her hand upon his chest, she pushed him back against the couch, opening the space between them once again. Her hand stayed there, though, as she leaned in. "I don't want to be with her." She whispered, her lips brushing his ear as she spoke. "You can quit being jealous," Her smirk returned, pressing her lips to his tatted neck, in a small kiss.[/style] [style=font-size: 10px; text-align: center;]TEMPLATE BY SAMARECARM OF OTE + BTN[/style]

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Unlike Lina over here, this idiot had the worst habit of underthinking things. It was what started the fight between him and Lina and it all could’ve been prevented if he actually thought about what he was doing when he got into bed with some other girl. No, he wasn’t going to regret that part, but he did regret the reason he did it. He didn’t remember much other than the fact that he was confused by whatever the hell he felt about Lina. Drinking and sexing it away was usually the only way he knew how to deal with a random ‘crush’, but of course he would never call it that. Not to himself and definitely not out loud. It did make him wonder how things changed now that he had kissed her because every thought of her being psycho or a total bitch who would saw off his dick if he wasn’t shielding it was gone. For now. Or maybe for good. Who knows? Then again, he didn’t make it any easier for her. Not only did he ditch the sizing when everyone else did it, but he also ended up three hours later to this one. Why wouldn’t she get furious with him?

It seemed she didn’t like his answer, but what else could he even say to her? If she didn’t know why the hell she kissed him back and if it was just impulsive and she wasn’t thinking, then he could honestly say “me too” or something because at this point, he wasn’t about to pour his heart out to her, especially considering he didn’t even know what was in it. Who thinks before they kiss anyway? ”Sorry too? I didn’t say sorry, pfff,” Judging by the look on his face, it was clear he was just messing with her. ”You don’t have a reason to be sorry.” He wondered what happened to all those thoughts of hating this chick forever went. He couldn’t even remember thinking badly of her anymore because he was so caught up in the reasons he approached her in the first place.

It wasn’t long before he was pushed away from her pretty little face. ”Wha—“ He watched her face when she leaned in, ”I don’t want to be with her.” Wait, what? Really? Should he be thankful of that or something? Was this a sign for a chance to go for it? ”I’m not jealous,” He scoffed for the second time when she kissed his neck. Considering the relief that came from the newfound information of her disinterest in Alex, Datty realized he really had been jealous. But then again, what would he even do now? He couldn’t just hog her as a sex partner and expect her to be only his and the dating thing wasn’t his scene at all. As for considering the option for it to be his scene, he didn’t know. For her? Maybe. Besides, he didn’t even know if that’s what she wanted. So far, all he knew was that she wanted him because no girl would be all over him like that if she didn’t. And he didn’t just sit there either. In fact, he reached around her waist to pull her up gently onto his lap before kissing her once again, this time holding it because now there was nothing to be hesitant about—not that he was hesitant before.

`tagged brie / lina g. `just enough words `too lazy for outfit. pfff

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[brie]

[atrb=border,0,true][bg=eeeeee][atrb=width,500,true] [STYLE=width: 150px; height: 150px; border: 10px solid #111111; float: left; margin-top: 20px; margin-left: 20px; margin-right: 5px;][/style] [STYLE=text-align: left; font-size: 10px; font-family: arial; margin-top: -2px; width: 410px; color: #212121;]— I DON'T WANT TO FIGHT ANYMORE.[/style] [STYLE=text-align: left; font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; font-size: 20px; margin-top: -6px; margin-bottom: -3px; width: 410px; color: #212121; letter-spacing: -1px;]CAN'T WE JUST MAKE LOVE AND NOT WAR[/style] [STYLE=text-align: justify; padding: 5px; border-left: 7px solid #111111; border-top: 5px solid #111111; background-color: #f3f3f3; width: 400px; font-size: 10px; color: #212121; margin-left: 20px;]Things seemed to be settling down, their fight being placed behind them. Both of them had been wrong, but, Lina couldn't help but take most of the blame. If she hadn't been 'psycho', as Datty would put it, then all of this could have been avoided. But, it happened, and she was just glad that for a moment they were on stable ground. When he missed his first sizing, she had just assumed it was Datty being Datty. He'd probably gone out the night before, and the 10am meeting was just too early for him. He was probably still passed out by whatever girl he had ended up taking home that night. The thought killed her, but, she did her best to occupy herself with other things. But when he missed their personal meeting that night, she couldn't forgive him for that one so easily. Lina might have no sense of time, but she hated when others were late. Hypocritical at it's bet. She shook her head as he defended that he didn't say sorry, though, didn't argue with him. He hadn't, but the look on his face assured her that he was joking with her. "I do," Lina was taken back by his statement. She wasn't sure what he was trying to do. If he was being himself, messing with her, or just doing his best to confuse her even more. "I have to admit, you're right with the psycho comment." Aalina quietly admitted, afraid to say it aloud. Deep down, she knew De'Sean didn't do relationships. She had known him since she had met Dom, that was four years ago. She couldn't recall one girlfriend of his. One of the reasons she was so afraid of telling him how she felt. Aalina knew when they started hooking up, that Datty was off limits. So, when she found herself jealous and hurt when hearing about him with another girl, she wasn't sure how to react. "I know jealousy, and it's written all over you." She mumbled against his skin. She would never admit to him that she was jealous, that was too much. His lips were against hers once again, though, this time she was sitting in his lap; his doing. There was no sense of hesitancy, or fear from either one of them. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she shifted in his lap slightly, sucessfully moving to where she straddled him, her chest to his, without breaking their kiss. Maybe this would all blow up in her face, maybe he was playing with her emotions. But, at that moment, she didn't care. Pulling away slightly, though her face still dangerously close to his, she smiled. "You know, I think you'll have to reschedule your sizing appointment." Her voice was quiet, her smile teasing. "I'm closed for the night." With that she pressed her lips back to his, enjoying kissing him more than talking. [/style] [style=font-size: 10px; text-align: center;]TEMPLATE BY SAMARECARM OF OTE + BTN[/style]

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Datty wasn’t exactly messing with her when he said that she had nothing to apologize about because while she thought it was all her fault, Datty thought it was his. If he had not slept with another girl and tried to explore the feelings he had for Lina, none of that crap would’ve happened—as for what could have been now, he didn’t know. Would they be dating by now or something? Is that where things were headed now? ”Nahh, girl. Don’t say that.” He shook his head when she mentioned her psycho comment. Honestly, she did what any girl would do towards Datty because he was being a complete dick. He wished he could actually speak up and actually say the words "I'm sorry" to her. She deserved it.

”I know jealousy and it’s written all over you.” Datty raised his eyebrow at her words. Really? He didn’t know, but he kind of believed it because he didn’t know what his face looked like at the moment, but he was surely feeling something he usually didn’t feel when a fuck buddy was fucking someone else. "I didn't know I was making it obvious." Then again, as far as he knew about Alex and Lina, nothing happened. So why was he still so jealous? When she wrapped her arms around his neck, Datty took a hold of her hips, helping her move right onto his lap and then pulled her closer when he felt her chest against his own. ”Closed? Oh man, I sure hope not.” He snorted to himself a moment before leaning back in and this time closed his eyes as he continued to kiss her, keeping up with her pace as he slipped his tongue forward to part her lips. He knew he had to reschedule, but the costumes were the last thing he was thinking about right now…if you couldn’t tell already.

`tagged brie / lina g. `just enough words `too lazy for outfit. pfff

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