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Post by BRETT ASHTON FISCHER on Nov 27, 2010 21:15:04 GMT -5
why am i doing this?the thought passed brett fischer's mind every time he stepped off the bus to go to his apparent girlfriend's brother's apartment. yet he always told himself the same exact thing; because you care about her and, well, she's pregnant with your kid. mia had enlightened him of the news about six weeks prior; he could tell that she was in despair, as would every knocked up seventeen year old would be, but brett couldn't help feeling a tiny bit excited. which wasn't the usual for the guy who knocked the girl up - generally, they'd either be fleeing the scene or stick around unwillingly because they're not complete assholes. about two weeks later, mia had pretty much locked herself in the apartment. she didn't even go to thaedeus. it worried the junior to absolute bits - it was a marvel, the fact that he still had a head of hair intact. every day for the first week he'd shown up at their door, hoping that both her brother and his wife would quit the act and let him in. brett knew that it was mia's idea, the whole thing; it wouldn't surprise him at all if she had told them to say "sorry, brett, but she's not here right now" or "she's not feeling well". she would of done it out of guilt. for something. after that, the visits dispersed into maybe every other day or three times a week. his grades had dropped dramatically, for his mind was like a whirlwind of frustration and concern at all times - it made it impossible to pay attention in class. he'd stopped even attempting to look okay; brett would throw on a random t-shirt in the morning and a pair of jeans or sweats, plus the usual twirl of bed-attacked hair worse than usual. at the moment is was enjoying falling into his face, itching his lashes and making him constantly shove it back up his forehead. the guy seriously needed a trim. brett had pretty much memorized the path perfectly; the only thing he had to pay attention too was to make sure he wouldn't run into anyone. it wasn't obvious that he was fully blind; he lacked the cane that was mostly due to his prideful, stupid ways. it was amazing that he even admitted to having a disability. the mimic walked up the stairs to the door, letting a pocket of air he'd been holding to flood out in a sigh before he knocked. the solid, familiar sound of door hinges announced the opening, and brett prepared himself for the usual.
TAGS miabean, aka rhiarhiarhia<3 OUTFIT generating. MUSIC modest mouse. COMMENTS um. yup. CREDIT to me, evylen, and to 'i can't win' by the strokes.
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Post by EUPHYMIA ISMENE DIMITROULA on Nov 28, 2010 14:39:13 GMT -5
There wasn't much left to do alone in her apartment anymore. Elias had seen it unfit for Brett to visit her in her condition, and he wouldn't let Mia leave the house. She was too embarrassed to, anyway. And completely, horridly depressed. The fact that she couldn't even take care of herself enough to keep a child alive inside of her was bad enough; but telling Brett she had lost the baby? She didn't know if she could do it. It hurt to even think about it. Yeah, she had been scared, and she wished just for a second that it had happened later in her life, rather than junior year at a school that would most definitely not be too forgiving. Sure, the teachers would still teach her, but she knew what the students would say. Especially since it was Brett who got her pregnant in the first place. They'd label him as "that one blind guy with the kid," or something. Mia couldn't have that. And now he was going to be, "that one blind guy who's stupid girlfriend lost the baby."
Mia groaned and curled up on the couch, staring at the coffee table. Brett had sent her some footie PJ's for her to check out. He was so sweet... Too bad she was such a failure that she couldn't even keep their damn baby alive. She leaned over and picked up the litlle one-piece pyjama set and stared at it. Brett had even gotten them in green and yellow, to be completely ambiguous about the gender. Mia supposed it didn't matter now, anyway. She had found out it was a boy when she lost it, so she could really get the full effect, rather than wonder what she was missing. Now her little boy was sitting in whatever they put dead babies in, ready to be thrown out, or disposed of. Was it too small to have a funeral, even? Mis certainly had the money to place a headstone; but was it really worth it? She rubbed at her face and set the PJ's down, standing up and trudging over to the door when it rang.
When she swung the door open, she just stared blankly at the boy in front of her, her face instantly becoming red hot with what seemed to be the flare-up of an outburst of tears. Without really thinking, she flung her arms around his neck and clung to him for dear life, sobbing into his shoulder loudly. She hadn't seen him in so long, and all the pent-up rage and sadness just kind of... came out. She blubbered apologies over and over, trying to explain why Elias wouldn't let him in, but all that came out was garbled blurbs of sobbing and choking on her own tears. Finally, she just took his hand and placed in on her stomach, where there clearly should have been at least a tiny baby bump, only to find a completely flat stomach underneath the fabric. The look on his face only made her sob harder and flop her head back onto his shoulder. She was so set on keeping it, and was actually getting excited about having a baby with Brett, and then the Gods just decided to tear her whole life apart. She was not impressed with them; not one. fucking. bit.
tags: EVYLEN OHMAIGAWD. notes: No dialogue. So long. So proud. outfit: Yeeeeaaaah... words: stfu. you get what i give. <3 credits: memememememe.
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Post by BRETT ASHTON FISCHER on Nov 28, 2010 21:09:43 GMT -5
the usual certainly didn't come. instead, brett was welcomed by being leapt on by none other than mia; instant sobs wracked her body as she clung to him. blinking in shock, he awkwardly placed his hands on her waist and held on. she continued on with apologies that smashed into one another, all of the words being mumbled into his shoulder. still shocked and unable to conjure up any words, brett continued to be as dense and un-reactive as a retarded walrus as she pressed his hand to her flat stomach. mia pulled back, was silent for about two seconds, then burst out in tears again - that was when it hit him. okay, so, she was pregnant. she should have some sort of bump, right? but as brett pressed his hand to her belly, there was nothing; only the flat surface of skin under cloth. fuck, that wasn't good. a crash of emotions rushed through his head; happiness for seeing mia again, confusion into why she was sobbing, dread for realizing the situation, then more dread when he got the big picture - they weren't going to be having a kid. he should of felt relieved, for now a shitload of responsibility had lifted off his shoulders; but all he could feel was downright anguish. it felt as though his stomach had dropped to his feet, mouth parched and head hurting. his eyes brimmed red as he held mia against him, though didn't cry. it wasn't like he wanted to seem manly or shit, no, it was because mia needed someone to have support off of instead of having both of them crash to the ground. "it's going to be alright." the words felt like lies coming from his mouth, voice constricted though caring. brett wanted to make her know that it wasn't her fault, not at all, though couldn't find the right words in his mess of a brain. he rubbed her back reassuringly, mouth pressed against her hair. silky strands stirred with every exhale, and he hoped that he could calm her down. brett felt lifeless. made from plastic. he'd never felt this before; it was like his mind was stoic and cold, like nothing really mattered other than making mia feel better. TAGS miabean, aka rhiarhiarhia<3 OUTFIT click. MUSIC gorillaz. COMMENTS now you know the brett in despair. lol. he's like a dead log. CREDIT to me, evylen, and to 'i can't win' by the strokes.
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Post by EUPHYMIA ISMENE DIMITROULA on Nov 29, 2010 18:10:01 GMT -5
Mia sniffled and kept her face pressed into his shoulder, before dragging him into the apartment. She led him right to the couch and sat down with him, pushing him back. After wiping her eyes, she breathed in to calm herself down, then laid down on top of him, leaving her head on his chest. This is all she wanted to do for the past 6 weeks. Mia just wanted to be with him, and lay down with him. It had been too mopey without him, and now he was here and it felt like a huge weight had been lifted off her. Now she wasn't the only one feeling like this. Her heart fluttered slightly in her chest, and up into her throat she could feel it beating slowly for the first time in a few weeks, instead of a fast, horrid pace that had become her normal. She pressed her face deeper into his chest and breathed in his scent, smiling weakly at the fresh shirt he was wearing. He was so cute. He used the same detergent that his dads used on his clothes back home.
Mia bit her lip. Brett would have to go home at the end of the year, wouldn't he? That would make things even more difficult. Especially if she told him what she wanted. A baby. They were a lot of responsibility, and yeah, they were young... But... She wanted to have his babies. Usually shit like that only worked out in shows like the Gilmore Girls or something, but she wanted to try. She doubted that her and Brett would ever really break up. They were too good or each other. And even if they did, she knew they'd probably reconcile within that hour. It just seemed... Good. The vague thought ran through her mind that maybe he had seen something about their future together than he wasn't telling her. Maybe he knew how long they'd be together... She twisted his shirt in between her fingers and tugged herself a little farther up so her face was against his neck.
Once she was sure she had the right wording together, she spoke aloud, in a surprisingly calm voice that made her question her mental health at the moment. "Brett... Do you know how long we're going to be together?" She asked quietly against his skin, before blinking. Yeah, it had come out wrong. Now he probably thought she wanted to break up or something. Nice going, Mia. You're fucking up your relationship after just losing your boyfriend and yours baby. Smooth. Real fucking smooth. She cleared her throat and shook her head a bit. "I mean like, have you seen anything about us being together for however long? Do we have babies? Am I emotionally stable?" She let out a soft, but somewhat sad laugh at the last question and reached up, touching his face. "I wanted it so bad." She mumbled quietly. "I just want to have your babies." She pouted and leaned down, kissing him softly.
tags: EVYLEN OHMAIGAWD. notes: No dialogue. So long. So proud. outfit: Hard to say, words: stfu. you get what i give. <3 credits: memememememe.
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Post by BRETT ASHTON FISCHER on Nov 30, 2010 21:26:18 GMT -5
mia stopped sobbing and instead pulled him into the house, brett half stumbling due to how un-concentrated he was. it wasn't like he was focusing on something else, it was just, he felt so hollow. it seemed unreal; finally being with mia again, her getting a miscarriage, how unprepared he was for the whole thing. she fell onto the couch, bring him down with her; soon she was curled up on his lap, shoving her face into his collar bone. she twisted his shirt in her hands and pulled herself up to his neck, mumbling into his skin in a deadly calm voice. this stirred a thought, though not a particularly happy one; it was only a little notice as how female's were so bipolar. one moment they're crying their eyes out, the next they're speaking like everything is a-okay. all within two minutes. "brett... do you know how long we're going to be together?" blinking at the question, the mimic became a bit confused; what exactly was she leading up to? brett didn't really know the answer. yet it felt like it'd be impossible to ever not be with mia - in the past month of being away from her it was like living hell. but he didn't want to say "foeverandeverandever" then freak her out. but, isn't that what females liked to hear anyway? fuck, he didn't know. his mind was like a harmed bird trying to find flight through it's broken wing. instead of replying, he simply pressed his lips to her forehead then pulled back when she spoke. "i mean like, have you seen anything about us being together for however long? do we have babies? am i emotionally stable?" brett chuckled darkly at the last statement. then he comprehended what she was saying; she actually pictured a life farther than high school with him. blind brett. one side of his mouth tugged in a lopsided grimace, an attempt at a smile that he was currently unable to perform. "all the time." he said slowly, only a bit of inflection added to his low tone. maybe sleep would work. maybe he'd be back to normal after a nights rest. fuck, he really hoped so, because he'd end up killing himself if he continued to feel like this any longer than a day. "and i'm not. stable, i mean." his voice held some humor, though not much. "i wanted it so bad. i just want to have your babies." what? wasn't she at first freaking out, in the very beginning? now she wants a baby that no longer exist? why did everything have to be so confusing? brett couldn't even muster up the frustration. and he didn't want to. mia pressed her lips to his, the taste of salt evident on her mouth from all of the dried tears. brett had really missed kissing her, more than he thought as he automatically shifted his hands from her waist to hips and kissed her back softly. "i wanted it as soon as you told me." he mumbled against her lips, and for once since she'd flung herself at him, brett could feel something more than simple care. he felt sadness, their love, and wistful wanting. TAGS miabean, aka rhiarhiarhia<3 OUTFIT generating. MUSIC the killers. /isthatwhyit'ssosad? COMMENTS c: it's sad, but at least brett has progressed from a log. lolol. btw; the cbox won't load :C CREDIT to me, evylen, and to 'i can't win' by the strokes.
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Post by EUPHYMIA ISMENE DIMITROULA on Dec 1, 2010 17:35:28 GMT -5
Mia smiled and pressed her face into his neck harder, keeping her eyes closed. If she knew Brett was going to be around for a long, long time... She pulled her face away from his neck and kissed him softly, running his fingers through his hair. "If you say so, then I know it'll be okay." She said quietly, watching his face. When he said he wanted the baby too, she bit her lip and touched his face, trailing the curves of the bones in his face, before sighing softly. "Me too. I was just scared I would fuck up. Which I guess I did anyway... I'm sorry." She kissed him again, gently, before shifting on the couch so they were on their sides, facing each other.
After a few moments of silence, Mia was halfway asleep, but still listening to anything he might have to say. It'd been a really long time apart from him, and when he was around, his warmth made her tired; not the fact that he was a Hypnos mimic. Just him being so warm, compared to her own skin, made everything seem... better. Somehow. It was strange, and completely wonderful, and it worked for them, even when things were so bad. They just made each other feel better, even when life was super-duper shitty. "We could always actually... You know." She bit her lip and rested her forehead against his, watching him closely for any changes in his facial expression. She wanted to; even if they were young. Brett had seen them together, right? It would work out... She was so positive of if. "Try." She bit her lip and blushed, knowing that he couldn't really see how embarrassed she was.
Brett was being quiet. His eyes were closed, though, so she thought he might be asleep. Now she just felt like an idiot. Her baby was in a trash bucket somewhere, and she was trying to pour her heart out and ask to actually try for a baby... To a person who might have been asleep. She sighed softly and looked away from his face, sighing softly. Now she just wished they were the same couple that they were a few months ago in the auditorium, contemplating having sex on a random bed in the prop room. Now they were laying on her couch worrying about babies, and contemplating if they'd even have sex again. Sighing again, she wiggled a bit closer and tucked her head underneath his chin, closing her eyes again, even though she knew she wouldn't fall asleep.
tags: EVYLEN OHMAIGAWD. notes: Bloopbloop. outfit: Hard to say, words: stfu. you get what i give. <3 credits: memememememe.
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Post by BRETT ASHTON FISCHER on Dec 8, 2010 20:56:28 GMT -5
"me too. i was just scared i would fuck up. which i guess i did anyway... i'm sorry." brett frowned slightly as she slid off onto the couch, feeling hurt by what she said. as though her words had been "brett, it's all your fault, you’re a terrible father and a terrible boyfriend". he turned his head slightly so that he was looking in her direction before giving her the ">:" face. "mia, it wasn't your fault and you know that." in any other time, he would of added on a "it's not like you killed it with a coat hanger" though didn't feel like being morbid. or humorous. and more than likely, the demigod next to him wouldn't appreciate the joke; and considering the fact that he's talking about his own kid, he wouldn't either. all he knew was that, even if she might of done something by accident, it wasn’t like she fucked up. she had tried, and really, that's all she could of done. they were quiet for a while, the silence swelling peacefully. brett was tired, and by no doubt was mia - anyone would be, being around a hypnos mimic. her soft voice was just as pleasant as the quietness; she did, however, sound slightly nervous. "we could always actually... you know." brett blinked, not knowing. mia rested her reassuringly cold forehead against his before clarifying. "try." being brett, the unnatural didn't pick up on what she was offering instantly. the first reaction was, of course, happiness - she was actually willing to try? then reality settled; they were both juniors in high school with a whole year in front of them. brett needed to graduate to get into college, then they could try. the idea of easily getting money from mia's dad was at the corner of his mind, though he denied it. he had serious pride issues, and leeching off of his girlfriend's shitty father's money was just too low. but really, how far could he go with being blind? sure, he could get a job, but would it be enough to support the two of them plus a baby? everything seemed too real and too overpowering. brett wanted so badly to have a kid with the girl he loved to death, but he had to think through the dreams that clouded both of their heads. the mimic suddenly realized that the pondering he'd been doing had lasted longer than intended; with his silent ways and closed eyes, it could of been obvious that he was sleeping. shifting and attempting to glance over at her, he tried to keep the sad grimace off of his face and out of his voice. "mia, you know how much i'd love that." he began, the words crushing him. it probably hurt him more than they did to her; the fact that he had to say something so terrible to mia made him feel like shit. plus, well, what it was about. "but we need to be realists. i'm all for it, it's just, don't you think we should wait for once we graduate?" brett had no clue what she wanted to do. would it be possible, and would she want to; juggle going through college, plus pregnancy, plus the baby to follow? what if she didn't want to wait? how could brett ever say no to her? the questions seemed endless. and to tell you the truth, the last thing he wanted to do was go through them all. his mind was already the equivalent of mush. TAGS miabean, aka rhiarhiarhia<3 OUTFIT wrinkled jeans and unmatching shoes MUSIC the forrest gump album. lolol. oh, and some b.o.b. and a littel bit of florence + the machine. COMMENTS love, love, love, love. oh, and i don’t like this post at all; it came out really shitty. i’m sorry >: CREDIT to me, evylen, and to 'i can't win' by the strokes.
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Post by EUPHYMIA ISMENE DIMITROULA on Dec 12, 2010 8:26:52 GMT -5
Sighing softly, Mia tucked her face into the crook of his neck, closing her eyes even tighter. Brett was right; they should wait until they were done school. Now that they actually had the choice... But what would he have done if she hadn't lost the baby? Would he still be saying all this? She bit her lip, feeling her teeth press gently against the skin on his neck. She let out another long, soft exhale against the skin that stretched out over his jugular vein and opened her eyes, the lashes just barely touching the skin on his jawbone. "Yeah. You're right,,," She mumbled sadly, letting her eyelids lower slightly, to a half-closed position. "I guess I just wasn't thinking properly." She pulled away from him and sat up, fixing her hair.
It was nearing lunchtime, and she was pretty hungry from the lack of food she hadn't been eating over the past few weeks. She hadn't even cooked any of her really good food since she had lost the baby... Or really, since she had gotten pregnant. The most she had eaten was some chicken, or maybe a bit of steak that Elias cooked and forced her to sit down and eat. Truth was, she did get hungry a lot. She just didn't feel like she should eat in her current... state of mind. instead she spent her days eating things like peanut butter sandwiches and other miscellaneous, easy-to-make food. She shifted again and sat up fully, straddling his hips with her legs. It was just an automatic for her; and the easiest way to get off of him without crushing his nether regions. "I'm hungry." She announced to him, before slipping off his hips to walk to the kitchen.
After what had happened, Mia wouldn't expect Brett to have sex with her ever again. But the looming fact that she wanted to so badly right now; and not just for the fun of it, was constantly at the back of her mind, even after all that had happened. I'm a horrible person. Her brain did the speaking for once, and she sighed, getting out some stuff to make a sandwich. The little devil inside her head hoped that Brett would follow her and toss her down onto the table in a fit of angst-like, teenage rage sex. but Brett was usually too shy for stuff like that; or worried about being gentle with her, or some random crap like that. But I love him anyway. Her mind spoke again, and she smiled weakly, digging the knife into the peanut butter.
tags: EVYLEN OHMAIGAWD. notes: Bloopbloop. outfit: Hard to say, words: stfu. you get what i give. <3 credits: memememe.
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Post by BRETT ASHTON FISCHER on Dec 24, 2010 0:39:56 GMT -5
"yeah. you're right...i guess i just wasn't thinking properly." and, of course, brett's first reaction was that "i'msuchapieceofshit" as she sat up. "i'm hungry." mia announced, then slid off of his lap and made her way to the kitchen; the hypnos could tell by what direction she walked off in. he didn't feel like getting up, really, though he would much rather be near than away from her. brett forced his tired ass up, wandering his way to the kitchen by following his sketchy mental map; it had been awhile since he'd visited the dimitroula household. luckily, he was successful with only a few light bumps from the side tables and kitchen counters. she didn't talk as she prepared something simple; the soft clattering of silverware and the opening of the fridge announced something along the lines of a sandwich. even though brett was used to her usual super-awesome greek food, he defiantly didn't expect her to make any. he wasn't exactly starving, anyway. brett had really, really, missed her. and the sex. he frowned at himself, for even thinking of something at the moment; he had just learnt that their baby was dead then turned into a lifeless log. now he was craving the idea of ripping off clothes; really, he just felt disgusted with himself. the mimic paused by the fridge, not wanting to encourage the thoughts by getting too close. her quietness was uncharacteristic; there was an energy flowing from her body like static, and quite suddenly, brett realized that he wasn't alone with the sex thoughts. he wasn't his usual is-this-okay? self as he, without even a mumble, walked over to her and pressed his hands against her hips. fuck foreplay. he twisted her so that she was facing him, and he leaned farther in so that she was pressed air-tight to the counter and him. he would of guessed that the first time after the one month break would be slightly awkward, for they’d have to fall back into regular routine – but there was nothing unnatural about it. his mouth wasn't rough against hers though held an unusual hardness, as though he couldn't stop from showing how much he wanted her. her thick sweater was in the way, though; the hypnos mimic didn't much think as he slid his hands underneath. no matter how rather sex crazed the teen was, he still had a sliver of rationality behind it. this was her brother's apartment, and he was being a complete ass to tear off his sister's clothes and throw her on the table in which they eat on. also the fact that they might just walk in; talking about awkward and disrespectful. sighing against her mouth, brett forced himself to talk even though more than anything he just wanted to tug her shirt off. "not that i don't want to do it right here and now, but we have to take the family in consideration. the room is our best option." he muttered, interrupting sentences with kissing. giving up, he ignored his better sense and pull off her shirt; he could tell that she had no bra on as he picked her up and, quite seamlessly, carried her to the room. he wasted no time; she slid down to the floor and he pulled off his shirt and pushed her against the closed door. it was certainly different from most of their sex moments; it was more heated, wanting, rougher, angrier. as though their feelings, from how they felt about each other to the loss was now melting into skin smashing against skin. TAGS miabean, aka rhiarhiarhia<3 OUTFIT wrinkled jeans and un-matching shoes MUSIC franz ferdinand. COMMENTS holy fuckcakes. we were thinking about making them think the same thing! lolol. sexytimez. let's just skip the actual intercourse part to respect the stoopid rulz, but every detail before and after are welcome. xDD CREDIT to me, evylen, and to 'i can't win' by the strokes.
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Post by EUPHYMIA ISMENE DIMITROULA on Dec 28, 2010 21:03:05 GMT -5
Brett was being pushy. Really pushy. It was... Really hot. Mia found herself reciprocating any of his caresses, and tearing into his clothes, tossing them around her room as they went. Mia's room was pitch black, but she didn't even bother reaching for the light. It added a certain... sensation to it, that she rather enjoyed. If this was how Brett felt when they had sex... Well, they'd definitely be having sex in the dark from now on. That was for sure. It was new; not just the dark, but the way Brett kissed her and carried her so easily to the bedroom, which he was normally terrified to do, since he was always so afraid of hurting her by accident. But now, it seemed like he had planned out the entire thing in his head, yet it was so impulsive.
Without really saying anything to him, she stopped her kisses and took his hand, leading him over to her bed. Silently, she pushed him onto the covers and crawled over top of him, leaning down to press her face to his neck. "I love you." She whispered silently, closing her eyes. "I [ii]want
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