and one day we'll see

[celi]

and one day we'll know

It was strangely warm for January, though for Demetrio he was used to northeastern winters, and still not used to the west coast. He had left his apartment early that morning, grabbing a bite to eat before heading down to Santa Monica Beach, for his usual run. By the end of his five miles, his shirt was off, and his body lightly coated in a layer of sweat. It felt good to run, the sea air rushing over his skin, he had been rather busy the past few weeks and it had been awhile since he had gotten a good exercise. Ending under the boardwalk, as normal, he took a moment to cool down, normally taking a swim to cleanse his body though that day, even though it was warm, the water was still frigid.

Trio's phone started to buzz, as he sat down by a pillar, letting his legs rest a bit. Looking down he saw it was his mother, and quickly hit the ignore button. Since moving out to Hollywood, he hadn't spoken to her, hadn't spoken to anyone in his family really, and liked it that way. It kept his life simpler. Gave him time to focus on his acting, he hadn't even been on a proper date since February of two thousand and nine. At least not one that was set up by his manager for press. It was sad, as he sat there reminding himself that he had chosen this life. He had never been an actor, but he knew his music was never going to take him anywhere. Acting was going to do something for him, he just had to learn to enjoy the lifestyle.

Laying back in the sand, he closed his eyes, and for a moment allowed the memories to flood in. He had come to Hollywood looking for a new start, and now that he had one, he was leaving the past to the past. Shoving the memories back into the back of his mind, his thoughts turned to the present as he sat back up, watching the waves fall on top of each other. For awhile, that's all his life was. One wave after another, and the undertow that never let him go. But Hollywood was fresh, the waters were calm, and the puzzle seemed to be locking into place; at least for a moment.

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three ninety five

^{blake bailey}

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The time was about nine in the morning, it felt like once her music career exploded after she'd graduated high school, there was no stopping Blake Bailey. She'd done it all, released two major cd's her name was up there with Britney Spears and Lady Gaga, something she was pretty proud of. Somewhere in her career she had been proposed a movie script in which really caught her attention, before she knew it was a double threat in the industry, everyone knew her name for something, whether it was for her music or the movies she stared in.

In the last five years, she went from nothing to icon, but that didn't change the fact that she hated the paparazzi following her around all the time, she did everything she could that was out of the normal to get away from the flashing cameras. She went to places she wouldn't typically go to, and that proved to be the best way to get them out of the way. She had left early that morning, and drifted away into the shadows, and she had even called a cab to pick her up a mile from her house just to avoid running into anyone that would sell her out. If the cab drivers recognized her, she played her part, took photos and signed any autographs they wanted. It was amazing that she had craved this lifestyle for so long, it seemed like she went from having a life to having none.

She had made it to the beach and had been hiding out there for a while, she closed her eyes, wearing her thick over sized sunglasses with her hair pulled back into a messy ponytail, the sound of waves crashing in one after another was relaxing and thoughts of complete peace and happiness began to flood her, nothing could ruin this moment. nothing.

like nature would, always would have to come in and ruin her peace and quiet, it wasn't that she was a pre-Madonna or a dramatic drama queen about everything, but it wasn't every five minutes she had a moment like this one and there it was, gone. her eyes snapped open and she reached her feet in a second, she walked up to her interruption, and ripped off her glasses and what seemed like one swift motion, and there, she was speechless. her mouth moved and no words came out, as if star struck she managed to shake her head clear and the words came out, well one word, a name, "Trio?" she said puzzled.

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[celi]

and one day we'll know

The voice interrupted him suddenly, enough to make him jump slightly. The female's voice was familiar, but Demetrio hadn't really thought about it. His mind buzzed over who in Santa Monica knew him, it wasn't like he was a shut in with no friends, but he was pretty sure most of them didn't go to the beach at nine in the morning in winter. After a moment, his eyes darted up to the female, his throat going dry and his air seemingly sucked out of him. Blake Bailey, of all people to run into on the beaches of Santa Monica. His mind raced for a moment; what should he say? Should he say anything at all? He sat up rather quickly, reaching his full height a moment later. It was an odd feeling, seeing her there. On one hand, he was glad to see her, no matter what had happened in the past, they were once close, and he was still friends with Jack. Demetrio made sure to ask Jack how she was every chance he got, it was almost habit anymore, but now seeing her in person after so long, it seemed unreal.

The other hand, everything in their past flooded to memory, and Trio couldn't have that. When he said he had put the past behind him, that included Blake Bailey. She had put him in her past, and when he finally put her behind him, she had to show up once again and rip everything back open. It was just like her to do, and for some reason Demetrio couldn't find it in himself to walk away, even though he had every reason to. "Blake?" He forced out, the word feeling heavy on his tongue. He was starting to realize that even if you put something in the past, they weren't always willing to stay there; knowing they were there or not. Pulling his shirt back on, he waited for her to say something, knowing that he wouldn't be able to start a conversation at that moment. He was doing good just to be able to stand and think at the same time, it was giving him a head rush.


"What are you doing here? Last I heard you were working on your latest movie or something," Demetrio ran a hand through his hair, a nervous habit he had acquired during childhood. His phone buzzed again as he took a quick glance down at it. It wasn't the time for phone calls, and he quickly quieted it without even looking at the name. Looking back up it hit him, the girl that at one time consumed his thoughts for most of his high school career was standing in front of him. As beautiful as ever, probably even more at that moment with how long it had been since he had seen her. The screen did her no justice, though he had realized that with her first movie. Even with every thought running through his mind, he couldn't help but remember how they left everything, and wasn't sure if he had ever really forgiven her.

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five fourteen

^{blake bailey}

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It had been years since Blake Bailey had laid eyes on the first guy that had broken her heart, and there he was standing in front of her looking exactly the same as he ever had, he stood up, and towered over her, her eyes scanned up and noticed for the first time that he wasnt wearing a shirt, her face began to flame up, it didn't matter how many years it had been, her body still reacted to him the way it always had. She felt like she rushed back into her sixteen year old body, seeing Trio for the first time. It was then that she moved where Jack had been best friends with Trio and her ex boyfriend Aiden. At that time, Blake had not noticed Aiden, her eyes had been glued to Trio.

She would have done anything in her power in high school to be with him, but she didn't understand the deck that she had built up against them, he was her overly protective cousin's best friend. He pushed her away and said he didn't care about her, wasn't even interested. Her heart was broken and from then on she did everything in her power to catch his attention, and she had done just that, breaking his heart in the progress, whether he admitted it or not. She had dated one of his best friends and she knew that he would have killed to take Aiden's position, if only.

She turned away slightly from him, until he slipped his shirt on, and turned back to look at him straight in the face, "What am I doing here?" she looked at him even more clueless, everyone in America knew her name, and more than half of her fans were boys, and he acted like he knew less about her and where she lived as they did. She knew he must have checked up on her every once in a while, probably even watched a few of her movies. "Well.." she bit her lip, "I don't live far from here, this is my hiding spot." she pauced, looking at his handsome face, "I'm between shootings," she explained though she knew it really didn't matter, to much had happened between them in the past, and It really didn't matter if she tried to be friendly to him now, "Still talk to Jack?"

[/b]asked knowing full well, that they had, she had done a little digging with Jack herself.

tagged trio aka celi words five. four. three. notes it sucks hella bad.
credit ! reinvented LOVE , @ caution
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& Beach boys for the lyrics.

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[celi]

and one day we'll know

The clueless look on her face threw him off slightly, she looked at him like he was supposed to worship the ground she walked on. Trio had a firm belief that even if she was the top star in Hollywood, he wasn't going to treat her as if she was better than everyone. Though, he would treat her different for other reasons, fame wouldn't be one of them. "Must be nice to need a hiding spot," He couldn't help it, as the words slipped from his lips. He wasn't helping the situation they had been thrown into, but, she had never helped in the past.

It frightened him to know that he would still take her in a heartbeat, though he was counting on the thought that it was just all the emotions flooding back at once. Demetrio gave himself hell throughout college, kicking him for trying to make the right decision in high school. He blamed himself for Adrien and her ending up together, which he was to blame for. He bounced back from the past when she asked about Jack, almost laughing at the question. "Did you really need to ask?" After that though he got quiet, dragging his foot softly on the sand, his eyes glued to her for some period. It would have been a lie to say he didn't want her, but, given their past, he knew nothing was going to happen. It would be like every other encounter they had. 'Nice to see you, how's life going? Fight about this, argue about this, well I have to go for such and such reason.' The tension had always been high around them, and as much as either of them liked the other, both of them were too headstrong to admit it, Demetrio at least.

Resentment pulsed through him for a moment and he had to bite his tongue to keep himself from saying anything. "So how long are you going to be around before next shooting?" He was trying to keep conversation moving, so nothing could come up that caught him off guard. He couldn't handle that right then. He wasn't even sure how he was handling it at the moment. He had missed her, too much he thought, and if he wasn't careful, he knew he would break and let her in again. Hopefully this was quick meeting, and something that didn't happen very often. But Demetrio knew he didn't want that. If he was completely honest, they wouldn't still be talking, but that was just his body teaming up with his emotions to revolt against his self control; he wouldn't let that happen. Out of habit, he reached out slowly, brushing a stray hair out of her face. "I guess things don't really change, do they?"

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five fourteen

^{blake bailey}

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Things never changed, it didn't matter what she did, or how long apart they were, she could never do what was right to be in Trio's good side. He always managed to push her away no matter what angle she went at. It started when she was sixteen and she was starting to get the picture, this was never going to change no matter how hard she tried to get his approval. She took a have step back, her hair was bunched up in a high pony tail, with only her bangs hanging in her face, which she tyically tucked behind her years unless she was shooting and they had actually been styled a certian way. Like she always known for having, she had a different scarf on, she had plenty to wear a different every day of the year. She wore black spandex buttoms and a turquoise form fitting t-shirt on with a gray colored under shirt, she loved to layer, yet she never really looked like she was going anywhere important.

She wrinkled her nose to his comment , "is it wrong to want to be alone sometimes?" she asked meaningful, she couldn't believe she actually wanted this problem in the past, she'd have killed to leave the house at a normal time witout getting followed and photographed. His behavior, honestly made her want to bolt from where she was and just leave his butt there by himself, but when she asked about Jack it seemed like the glow in his eyes returned, "I guess not, but I thought it would help... this awkward excuse for a conversation." she bit her lip as she rolled her eyes as she finished the end of her sentence, "its not like we purposely run into each other anymore." she said with a pin in her heart, she wish that he'd just allow that to happen.

The conversation continued just as awkwardly, "Um, I leave for new york sometime next month, I'm shooting a new movie, i've been told I'm perfect for the part," She said bitterly, it was like that with most movie scripts that were shoot her way, her 'people' insisting the part was perfect for her, it almost screamed blake bailey from the page, though blake never felt like any part was actually for her, they were just something that the movie director wanted, they wanted a big star in it so that people would watch it, she hated being the escape goat. She drew a circle in the sand with her shoe, "But, I guess, it'll be a good part for me," she hated going to new york for anything, that was her biggest problem with the movie.

The wind gushed up and threw several strangs of hair into her face, and she closed her eyes as they hit against her eyelashes, and just like that they were batted away and pushed to the side, and she opened her eyes, and she began to blush again, there they were, years in the making and yet neither one of them wanted to admit defeat and just let it happen. She bit her lip, "I guess not."

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and one day we'll know

"No, but isn't this the life you've always wanted?" Demetrio countered, remembering back in high school when it was all she talked about. Being a big star, everyone knowing your name, being in the lime-light. "I guess you finally realized that's not what life's about."He mumbled that, hoping she didn't hear. It always felt like he was tossed aside for something. If it wasn't for Aiden, it was for her music, or acting. The last time they had the chance to be together, the time Trio was finally opening up to her and letting her in, a movie chance came, and there she left again. He wasn't dumb, and knew when he had lost. Even if he had pushed her away in the beginning, it was only because of her. She was his best friend's cousin, he wasn't going to ruin his relationship with either of them just because his heart wanted something.

Did he regret it? Yes and no. He hated the fact that she ended up with Aiden, but at the same time, glad that her life had ended up the way she always wanted. Demetrio had that way of seeing both sides of things, and somehow making himself feel better for the choices he made. Not that it made him want her any less. He missed the times when they spent all day together, when they were still close, and actually knew each other. Now they had drifted so far apart, it was an amazement that they still recognized one another.

At the mention of her leaving for New York any hope in him died. "Really? Well, congrats." Trio forced out, his eyes darting to the sand, watching the water fall over itself as it met the beach. "I start filming in February as well, though it's local in L.A., well, and Morocco." There was disappointment in his voice, though he did well to cover it. "Perfect? Really?" He was never one to believe in perfection, although he did strive for it in everything he did. His father had instilled that in him, but soon he had come to the realization that he could never be perfect; for his father or anyone else. Perhaps that was where his complex for the world came, and why it was so hard to let Blake in his walls.

Demetrio hurt himself more than others hurt him. Since moving to Hollywood, he had alienated himself from so many; his family mostly. He had been burned enough by them, so by blocking them, he was protecting himself in the cut-throat business that he had ended up in. But he had only burned himself. Perhaps fate had brought Blake and him together that day, reminding him that not everyone was to be forgotten, and that some where meant to be in your life. Or to remind him why he forgot his past and only looked to the future. There was only one way to find out, and after years of loving someone that he couldn't have, and knowing it was his own fault, what else did he have to lose? He watched her blush, smirking slightly to himself. He was glad to see he could still affect her that way.

He took a step forward, to counter the step back she had taken a moment ago, but also to close the distance between them. Demetrio had a feeling he was going to regret what he was about to do, but he was trying something new that day; taking a chance. "I've missed you," He finally admitted, his voice dropping to a whisper, barely being heard over the waves.

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six oh two

^{blake bailey}

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The truth was, Blake had always wanted to be a star, to be known, to be so much more than she was. There was so many reasons behind her decisions, half the time she didn't remember what had fueled her motives anymore, but if one thing was for certain, she wanted to be bigger and better than her sister could ever be. And she had, while she had her name up in lights, her sister was flipping hamburgers somewhere, as far as she knew. She had sent money to her parents on several occasions, but requested that none of it went to her sister, in hopes that her sister could lick her drug addiction, and grow some balls of her own instead of feeding off of other people like fungus. So far, the effects had all been failures, but it was the thought that counted right? Not that she enjoyed watching her sister suffer. . . well, perhaps she did.

With that she had no arguments, it was what she had wanted, but there were still room for improvements. She'd never tell him, but the reason her life seemed so pointless, was that never once in her whole daydream had she thought that she would make it to the top and still be alone. She had dated Aiden for so long that she had pretty much decided that she would never be alone, he would just always be there for her. And then? Well, a leopard can't change it's spots no more than a guy can his mentality. She was constantly checking up on him, something she never enjoyed doing, she never thought of herself as a un-trusting girlfriend, but there it was, Blake Bailey dating the Aiden Zanotti, along side the thirty girls he was probably screwing on the side. As its always said, if you can't get it from home, you go get it elsewhere. Since she wasn't dishing up the ice cream, he went and found himself an ice cream truck. "it's all i ever wanted." she said fighting the back the urge to say, almost.

Just looking at him made everything she ever wanted seem further and further away. she wanted, someone that loved her as much as she loved them and she knew that she had never gotten over the feelings for Trio, never had she forgotten what he smelled like or how he's hugs felt. It seemed almost like torture to stand this close to him and not do anything about it, but she kept her legs strongly in place. She would not be the first one to budge. Her urges seemed to come in and fade out like hot flashes, he sounded generally happy that she was going to new York for a shooting, she forced a smile, "Yeah apparently the part I play is a workaholic that is a complete control freak, sounds nothing like me at all,"

[/b]she kidding, knowing full well why she'd been selected for this part. She thanked her lucky stars that she had made her fortunes with actual gifts that she actually had, as she kept her smile on her face and pretended she wasn't disappointed that his film was being filmed in L.A. "Oh wow! That's amazing Trio!" [/b]she exclaimed.

Her eyes glowed as she opened them to see his hand brushing back the lose bangs in her face, and she bit her lip nervously, this was not a situation she was used to being put in with Trio, he was always stand offish, ever since she accepted a date from Aiden. She studied his face as she moved closer, closing the gap between them, she could almost feel the heat off of him, and there it was, the most unlike Trio thing that could have ever happened, he missed her? She flashed a real smile this time, one she hadn't felt this deep in a long time, she grabbed him by the torso and took him into a tight hug, "I missed you too," [/b]she whispered into his chest.

tagged trio aka celi words five. four. three. notes to much ramble.
credit ! reinvented LOVE , @ caution
& THE ONLY EXCEPTION ! @ caution v2.0 for image.
& Beach boys for the lyrics.

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[celi]

and one day we'll know

Demetrio finally caved, after years, Blake had finally won. Well, somewhat. He still wasn't sure if he could spill his whole heart to her, but at least she knew he thought about her. Not that it had ever mattered, she didn't need him to miss her. She had a successful music and acting career, too busy to worry about a high school friend missing her. Or was she? Taken back by her hug, his arms slipped around her small frame, finally realizing just how badly he had missed her. The feel of her skin, the smell of her hair, how could he have ever let her out of his life? But to know she would be walking out of his life again in less than a month played with his mind. Was he just setting himself up for hurt once more? For the moment he didn't care as he heard her say she missed him as well, a comforting thought as his arms pulled her tighter against him.

His mind went blank for a moment, looking down slightly at the top of her head before he let her go, though staying close to her. He needed that, to let her know at least one part of him. To let down one barrier among many still up. "Well, I guess it's good we ran into each other now. Seems like life's about to pick up for both of us." His voice never grew louder than a whisper, but, the moment had somewhat passed, not that it was by accident. Demetrio wasn't used to having his guard down, especially around Blake, when all he had done in the past was protect himself from his feelings for her.

"Workaholic that's a control freak?" He chuckled, his mind finally recognizing something other than his mind racing with thoughts. "Doesn't sound a think like you at all," He smiled, a true smile that hadn't seen the day of light in awhile. And while he was genuinely happy she was their, his mind still pondered over it was a mistake. But even if it was, she didn't seem to pull away from him, so he couldn't be so wrong.

Demetrio could feel the next wave of emotions hit, confusion. Questions filled his mind, why she had gotten with Aiden, though he was sure he already knew. His lips brushed her forehead as he tried to think of something to say, but all that came to mine was that he was sorry. Sorry for pushing her away, sorry for everything he had done. it was new for him, Demetrio Romani was never sorry for anything he had done. Even if it was a mistake, he just learned from it and moved on, not stopping to apologize or even feel sorry. So why was he now? The fact that he once, and most likely still loved the girl? And to think he would swear he didn't believe in love if anyone asked him and would sleep with the next girl he saw; in college at least. "You know what the tabloids would say if they got a picture of this?" The thought had randomly popped into his head, an unknown, one or two big movies under his belt, with an a-list celebrity, one who was big in two worlds of entertainment. She was way out of his league, as always, and yet, here he was, his arms still around her, their bodies still close. But, he didn't think of her as Blake Bailey; music and acting star. She was still Blake, the sixteen year old girl he had fallen for so long ago. His whole morning spelled disaster for his carefully built life.

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six fourteen

^{blake bailey}

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He hugged her back, pulling her thin chassis against his brawny physique, she allowed her cheek to rest against his chest, she closed her eyes and took in the feel of his heart speeding up, pounding louder and louder into her ear. She took in the smell that she remembered as if it was yesterday the last time they embraced each other in this manor. She also grabbed a hold of the back of his shirt, as if holding on for dear life. She didn't want this feeling to go away, it was to perfect, to pure. To good to be true.

Her tiny fingers clinched onto his back, hearing the vibrations as he spoke, his voice sounding like velvet, so thick. She smiled, but then let his thoughts enter hers, he was thinking about both of their careers, his was about to get a kick into high gear and she was about to film one of the best chick flicks of the year. She bit her lip, "Pick up?" she questioned him, she had honestly not been thinking about anything but the feel of this embrace, but hadn't her career been in over-drive for over five years now? Whether it be music or her acting career, her career had already been set in stone, if Britney Spears could remained loved by her fans after shaving her head, having numerous failed marriages and almost losing her kids for signs of abuse and neglect, she was pretty certain no matter what she could do, would not even phase anyone. Hell, even Lindsay Lohan put on weight and lost weight in no time thanks to the good quality of drugs in Hollywood, she had nothing to worry about. But him?

Blake knew full well the stubborn like demeanor that weighed down on Trio, she also knew for that moment, his words that he left slip out, whether meaning to or not, had been a huge step for him. One that she couldn't begin to appreciate to the level in which it deserved. So, she whispered to him, "If you're worried about me leaving, I don't have to do the movie," she said laying it all out on the line for him. She was honestly as afriad to lose him as he was for her. She had waited to long for this, and nothing was if ting to take it away now that it was in her grasp. He wondered aloud what the tabloids would say if they had caught a picture of this pure moment, and she pulled him away slightly to look at him in the eye, "They'd say, 'oh so, this is the boy all her songs were about." she smiled at him, "and I will never deny it or confirm it," she chuckled at her own joke. Oh but if he only knew. She pulled herself back to him, clinging on to him like a leech, she never wanted to let go of him, if she did, the moment might have been ruined and the chance would never happen again.

tagged trio aka celi words five. four. three. notes a bit shorter, but not as much rambling
credit ! reinvented LOVE , @ caution
& THE ONLY EXCEPTION ! @ caution v2.0 for image.
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[celi]

and one day we'll know

Demetrio honestly thought about what she said for a moment, before his conscious stepping in and chastising him for even entertaining the moment. He couldn't let her forget about her career just so he would sleep better at night, knowing that he hadn't let her go again. His head shook slightly, and a sigh escaped softly from his lips. "I can't let you do that," He pointed out, a hand once more running through his hair. His other was still gently, yet securely holding Blake to him, enjoying the embrace. "It's only for a few months." Trio didn't know if he was trying to reassure himself or her, but he didn't think it was working.

Feeling her pull away, he looked down, smiling back as he heard her. "I would cash in on it, calling every tabloid and saying I was your gardener." He joked back, though honestly curious whether she was joking or not. It was an interesting thought, he had always thought they were about Aiden, or just songs her label had her sing, there weren't any about him, he would be able to tell. Feeling her against him again, Demetrio smiled, she felt right against him; like she was supposed to be there. "Well, Miss A-lister," Trio teased, grabbing one of her hands. "Let's walk." Even though he had just finished running right before Blake had stumbled upon him, he had an urge to walk the beach instead of just standing there. He had always been that way, his mind worked better when he was moving. It was one reason he had been drawn to drumming, the fast past of it, always moving; even if it was just his arms. Standing there with her, although he enjoyed it, he was become conscious of everything he did; the way he moved, the way he breathed, where he looked. It was driving him crazy.

One question had been nagging at him for a bit, and it had finally worked it's way from his thoughts to his tongue, slipping from his mouth. "Why did you never call?" Demetrio had the same number, just different area code, and was best mates with her cousin, it wasn't like she couldn't get a hold of him. He had just assumed she hadn't wanted to talk and left it at that. Trio was sure he was right, but hearing it from her herself would just ease him better. "I figured your number had changed since you blew up in the industry, so I didn't even try." He explained himself, looking down at her hand in his for a moment. There was another reason they needed to walk, he wasn't acting like himself. Way to sensitive and caring for his own tasting, even if he was to be different. He had cut off most emotions for some time, and to have them all rush him at once was more than overwhelming. Especially since for the longest time he had the idea that the girl of his dreams hated him, and to come to the realization that she had some sort of feeling for him; though he wasn't sure what yet.

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five twenty four

^{blake bailey}

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The soft feel of his fingers running through her hair, she closed her eyes and gave him all her trust, and allowed him to
hold her up, this was exactly the place she had wanted to be in for seven years, and now that it was finally here, she felt like she was floating on silver fluffy clouds. she fluttered her eyes open to look at him once more, studying his face and wondering to herself how she managed to get so lucky, to have him here with her. He wouldn't allow her to quit the movie, and he promised that it would only be a few months. Who was he trying to convince, she wondered. He knew the type of movies she typically played in, the chick flick / drama film where the girl always finds her true love at some point in the movie.

She bit her lip and wondered if he'd seen any of her movies, if he even cared that she had kissed dozens of boys because the script had called for it. "A few months?" she argued, "could feel like foreverrr." she whined to him, like she had before this whole mess had happened. Back when things were simple, before she had dated one of his two best friends. Before she realized that her feelings for him were more than just a little crush that would go away in a few months. Trio was like, the Jonas brothers were to a bunch of fans. He was her Nick Jonas, and she was his screaming fan. Regardless of how the roles were reversed in the real world, she was still his fan girl.

She shook her head and laughed out loud, "Why can't you be my pool boy instead?" she joked, knowing that everyone knew that the women of the house never got with the Gardener, it was always the pool boy. The truth was, most of her songs had been written and arranged by herself., and most of them, even while dating Aiden, had been about him in some way or another, and she planned to tell him that, if this was to become more of a habit than a luxury. She gave him a little squeeze, as he asked her to take a walk with him. She didn't want to let go of his warmth, and she surely wasn't ready to be further away from the sent of his skin.

They started to walk along the beach, the sound of waves hitting one after another and the salty air filled her lungs and the smell of him slowly drifted with it, she grabbed his hand and intertwined their fingers, something she always imaged doing with him and her little hand fit in his like a glove and she smiled warmly at the set. He was quiet for a while and she looked at him, studying him. A lump in her throat was developing as he asked her why she never called, and even explained why he hadn't even bothered to get into contact with her. she stopped walking, forcing him to a stop. "I honestly thought you hated me, the way we left things," she looked directly into his eyes, "I didn't want it to.. be like that." she forced out, "I wanted...you, and I thought you could never get past Jack and.. I didn't want to get hurt again." she dropped her glaze.

tagged trio aka celi words five. seven zero. notes a bit shorter, but not as much rambling
credit ! reinvented LOVE , @ caution
& THE ONLY EXCEPTION ! @ caution v2.0 for image.
& Beach boys for the lyrics.

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and one day we'll know

Demetrio smiled when he heard her whine, his hand squeezing hers a little tighter. It was like a flash to the past, a memory that had been tucked away but never forgotten. "It won't be that long." He reassured her, letting go of her hand and wrapping his arm around her. She was closer that way, and he could relax some feeling her there next to him. He looked down at her when she laughed, an eyebrow arched at her question. "Cause I've been a pool boy before?" He chuckled softly. It was something he did during middle school, while he lived with his mother. It wasn't a bad job, one to teach him responsibility, and work ethnics. But sweeping a net across the bottom of a five foot deep ditch, lined with concrete and filled with chemically cleaned water wasn't his ideal job; obviously.

"Besides, if I was your pool boy, you would be too busy staring at me, what would happen to your career? You would never learn your roles or lines." He joked back. Trio looked up for a moment, his eyes fixated on the Pacific Ocean as he thought. He was wondering what she was thinking about, though, at the moment he didn't have the courage to ask. He didn't want to do anything to chase her away, to make her leave again. Though, to be honest, he was always the one that left. In high school, when he pushed her away, he avoided her, practically acting like she didn't exist. When she started dating Aiden, even if he had pushed her to it, Demetrio wouldn't even acknowledge her when she spoke to him. He could see why she thought he hated her.

Trio looked down at her as she spoke, feeling her eyes on him felt like putting him on the spot, but, he didn't avoid it. "It was never about Jack," He defended himself, though, a part of him knew it was a lie. In high school, it was about Jack. Demetrio couldn't go after his best friend's cousin in good conscious, no matter how hard he had fallen for Blake. But, now was different, Trio had grown up, and realized just how important she was to him. Even if he couldn't be with her, he wanted her in his life. He placed a finger under his chin, lifting her head up to have her look at him. "I'm sorry," It was easier to say than he thought, his thumb rubbing against her cheek. "For everything. For hurting you." His hand dropped, as he said the last sentence. He had never meant to hurt her, he was always trying to protect her, in his eyes at least. He had always believed that keeping her away from him would protect her, he thought she would find someone better than him.

But standing there on that beach, he didn't want her to find anyone else, as selfish as that sounded to him. He was tired of putting what he wanted aside for what he thought was best for someone else, and the idea dawned on him that he might be the best one. He had never given that thought any time, had never toyed with the idea that he could be good enough for Blake Bailey. But he at least wanted the chance to show her he could try. His mind was running with ideas as he stood on the beach with her, realizing that even if he wanted to be with her, it she might possibly not want to be with him, and he didn't blame her. And their schedules wouldn't allow it. She was at the top of her career, one of the biggest stars at the time, and his was starting to take momentum. But it wasn't like it was even an option, this wasn't a movie set, they weren't going to magically run into each other and sparks fly and the next scene they were planning a future. Demetrio would be lucky if he got to see her before the next two years. That's how their meetings always were; run into each other, talk for a little bit, then go on their ways until the next time.

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& she says "don't worry baby," ,.

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Even though, Blake Bailey had become famous off her catchy pop songs, there had always been a small hope that some day her agency would allow her to release an album of all her favorite oldies songs, she had more than a dozen of them that would roll around her head at random moments, almost enough to make her want to break out into song. As Trio tilted her chin up with his strong hand, the song, 'this magic moment' by the drifters popped in her head like a shock of lightning, and the words of the song echoed behind his apology, "This magic moment while you lips are close to mine will last forever, forever til the end of time." She looked into his eyes, her eyes scanning both of them, his intentions were so, meaningful, honestly at this magnitude had never exploded out of his eyes before, so intense that it caught her off guard almost. Even if he had lied about Jack, all she cared about was this moment, this space in time. The magic moment.

His thumb lightly touched her cheek and her eyes were still sucked into his, she couldn't look away, and she felt her body jolt; as if, her mind was in such awe that her other thought processes were completely blocked out, all her thoughts were of him and their memories together; whether good or bad; it didn't matter. The song lightly played in her head, as if on repeat. This jerk her body had made, happened to quickly, her intentions set out, and her body acting out on them, she had no time to over correct herself from motive and movement. As her body continued to move, she realized that she didn't want to stop herself anymore, she was tired of pretending she didn't want this so badly. She was moving toward him, her breathing slowed, and she looked into his eyes, fluttering lightly, the whole world stopped moving, the ocean was silent, there was nobody on the planet but just them. She leaned in for the kill, wrapping her arm around his neck lightly, pulling his face down to her level, and inched her lips onto his. the song blasting in her head, over whelming, Sweeter than wine, softer than the summer night, everything I want I have..whenever I hold you tight."

All of her wants, all her needs for the last seven years ignited and burst into flames, glowing brighter than an atomic bond. She pulled herself closer to him, seeping the kiss they shared. This was better than just the word 'romantic kiss' on a page of a script book, this was, the very definition of romance, she pulled away momentarily for air, "I wanted to for so long.." she whispered to him, out of breathe with her eyes closed and pressed up against his face, she lightly kissed him softly a few more times before whispering, "I love you, and..I'm tired of lying to myself, she said pulling away to look into his eyes once more, "I want this. I want you." she rubbed his cheek, embracing his face with her small hands, she was never so forward, so direct, but she was tired of not getting what she wanted, and being placed a side for a later date. Trio should be hers, and why shouldn't it be so?

tagged trio aka celi words five. six. two notes we've wanted to for so long, so why not?
credit ! reinvented LOVE , @ caution
& THE ONLY EXCEPTION ! @ caution v2.0 for image.
& Beach boys for the lyrics. =]

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