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[STELLA ANNE GREENE]

stella liked ian a little too much and it was starting to become bothersome to her. she didn't enjoy that she had actual feelings somewhere for him. the small girl felt like it was either one of the worst things possible for her or possibly the best. she was leaning more towards worst though. it was a weakness and the last time she had let someone in, they had destroyed her completely. so keeping ian at a safe distance was the best idea. sex was all this was. even though if he even considered having sex with someone else, it made her blood boil. this situation was open, and open wide as possible.

stella knew that when she got to ian's dorm, she would end up drunk off her ass with him and doing something that would pull her in deeper, making her even more worried about what she was doing with him. it was just generally a confusing situation that just got worse and worse the more she was around him, the more they did things and the more they just simply spoke. something about this boy was addictive and it bothered her to the extreme. these thoughts just had to go away.

her patience was wearing thin with this whole situation and just having it on her mind was simply bothering her. as she made it down the hallway to his dorm she blinked a few times to wake herself up. she needed to stop thinking about anything that involved feelings and remind herself that feelings only made things messy. she avoided messes like they were the plague. she pulled at her shirt and and played with her hair as she finally made it to the door.

she didn't even knock, just kind of sauntered in like it was not a big deal. because that was stella for you, she did what she wanted. she locked the door behind her and then looked over at ian with a grin. "how drunk are you right now and how long do i have to catch up?" she said with a grin before plopping down onto his bed and looking over at him.

tag: ian/cora. word count: 374. graphic by: cora. note:ok this ended up sucking a lot more than i thought it would.

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[IAN ALEXANDER ASKOY]

-- ian was, frankly, one of those guys that made you seem like the only girl. you weren't. no one ever was. he was the guy that everyone thought they were the exception to, that they were going to break his rules. girls that ended up in bed with ian liked to think that they were special. it was the way that his actions meandered - they didn't immediately point to sex, or anything. it was like he was dragging things out because he really liked you. it was rare that he really liked someone. maybe he really liked their body, or he really liked the way a girl could shut up. maybe he liked how some chicks didn't actually annoy the shit out of him. it was things like that which led to ian ending up with girls. not much else would end up with stuff like that.

-- ian didn't really particularly enjoy anyone's specific company the way he enjoyed stella's. he didn't really enoy anyone's company, to be honest though, and stella was included in that. it wasn't anything personal with her, but he really preferred solitude to anything else. so yeah, she was pretty much only called upon when he really wanted something from her. but there were plenty of people he could call, and he ended up with stella (although he hadn't reall called her, per se) ... that was saying something, right? she was becoming a bit of a regular with this whole deal.

-- she was definitely hiding something. ian didn't know what it was and it wasn't like he had some big mission to find out what it was, but he was curious. ian didn't have many secrets. he didn't have much to hide. he had a normal family life, he had talent and got into the school, and all throughout he'd just invited the booze and the boobs into his life because it came really easily. and ian was never one to question a good thing, and so he let it all come in and he didn't ask any questions - just enjoyed what was being thrown his way.

-- and then in came the girl that he called stella when she wanted to be ella and he just smirked lightly to himself as she barged in, sitting next to him. he already had a bottle of patron in his hand because, like he had said, he liked the two of them together. he liked how willing stella was to play his games, if you looked at them like that. sometimes he did, othertimes he didn't. "how drunk are you right now and how long do i have to catch up?" he scooted closer, his arm knocking against her shoulder. she was so tiny. ian wouldn't really admit it, but he would swear (and that was a contradiction) that her skin felt like no one else's, that it was different somehow. "dunno," he said, his letters already sounding jumbled and as he continued his words knocked into each other like a seven car pile-up "you tell me," and then he smiled and leaned in more and kissed her because he could.

526 -- my picture okay -- idk he's wearing clothes wah eva wah eva -- enjoy this, bb

[STELLA ANNE GREENE]

stella knew that ian was skilled in wooing women. she wasn't absolutely oblivious. she knew that he knew how to play girls to make them feel special. it bothered the fuck out of her that she wasn't special. she wanted him to consider her different from the rest of the girls that he hooked up with. not just play her and make her feel like she was. she wanted to be different from the rest. she was a difficult little thing that felt she should always be special though. it wasn't just with him that she felt this. she also felt that her friends should always favor her also. she was just ridiculous and there was no stopping her from being a ridiculous little thing.

one thing that made her feel a little bit better about herself was the fact that he could call upon other people but it seemed that she was always ending up in his bed. that proved something completely. she was somewhat important even though neither would admit such a thing. ian was her favorite out of the few boys that she would hook up with. this is why he was a constant. other boys would last a night or two before she would become awfully bored of them. while ian, she could go on seeing for a long time and be absolutely content with it. this was a huge problem though. no one was allowed to get this kind of reaction out of her.

she didn't allow herself to feel. closing herself off from everyone was the easiest thing to do. her parents were never there to teach her that she had to be open with her feelings, and no one ever tried to tell her that it was what normal people did. she didn't care though, it was the way she lived her life and she was somewhat content with it. though it sometimes got on her nerves that she didn't know how to really express what she felt, she was okay with it. she knew that most people spent all their time fretting over feelings that shouldn't control their lives. she wasn't interested in worrying about it all the time. she just wanted to do everything in her own time and let things go. booze, pills, and boys were the only thing that really needed her focus. other than her art work of course.

art was another thing that kept her feelings in check. she was able to draw little characters that ran around in her head, describing certain feelings. maybe that sounds a bit psychotic but stella isn't completely sane now is she? every little character and sketch that ended up on a piece of paper usually came from her head when she was feeling a certain way. there were many times where she just had to create the little suckers into something because her mind had been bursting with the idea of them.

the fact that he called her stella even though she had made it quite obvious that she wanted him to call her ella drove her insane. he was just a walking dose of insanity for her. things he did just drove her brain into overdrive, making her want to either hit him or kiss him. she couldn't really make out what she wanted to do to him half of the time. when he spoke his jumbled words, she simply chuckled at him. feeling his arm drape around her and his lips collide with her own, the familiar taste of patron and ian came to her tongue. she pulled away from him and grabbed the bottle. she poured some of the liquid down her mouth before crashing her lips against his. patron, stella, and ian made one good mixture that stella just couldn't get enough of.

tag: ian/cora. word count: 637. graphic by: cora. note: random burst of muse, enjoy ittt.

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[IAN ALEXANDER ASKOY]

- - if school was stressful, ian didn't notice. if it was a challenge, maybe he was missing it. if it was hard work than maybe he was just really strong. it wasn't one of the things that bothered him. he wasn't easily stressed, and pressure didn't get to him. it wasn't pressure that pushed him into doing things he did. he just did it because he wanted to. ian was very big on, well, yeah just doing things for himself. sometiems it made him seem so one sided, but there was so much that he wanted to do, that he just didn't get to yet. by being loose in his relationships, not letting anyone hold him in any real sort of manner - but still being social enough to not be some sociopath or something - he left all his options open. he left everything potential to change. and he liked it that way. things set in concrete were just like perfect things - they, quite frankly, gave ian the absolute creeps.

- - maybe he was irritating. stella didn't like to be stella, but that's what he called her. he thought stella was a pretty name. he wasn't sure why. maybe it was the way it could roll off his tongue in a pretty way when he was drunk enough. it was the kind of thing that got easier with the more alcohol you threw with it, just like the girl who bore it. maybe that was bad to think, but it wasn't necisarily a lie, and stella did nothing but enforce it as she pulled the bottle from him. he smiled crookedly as she swung it back before kissing him again, and he wrapped his arms around her little body, pulling her closer.

- - sometimes ian didn't know what he thought about the girl. he wasn't sure if he had more emotions for her than just being a favorable fuck buddy. if he did he could shrug them off easily enough. maybe that was bad, maybe it was good. he didn't know, and honsetly did not care. his mind was relaxing into this comfortable place at the bottom of his head, leaving empty space everywhere, making him simply not care about anything but liquor and lips.

381 - - my picture okay - - idk he's wearing clothes wah eva wah eva - - DEAL WIT IT