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Post by wynne SHANNON evans on Jan 10, 2012 1:13:38 GMT -5
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The deal was supposed to be off. From the moment things turned sour between Wynne Evans and 'Cece' Villeneuve, their deal was off. No knickers, no sex, no pretending to like each other's respective fraternity and sorority. That was how it was supposed to go because when a deal was broken, neither end had to continue to hold up their end. And since Cecelia had made it so very clear she wanted to go with Noah 'I'm a cunt' Goldstein instead, and since she was so intent on making Wynne jealous, he didn't feel he had to hold up his end. Since she was going to hold up her end with with some other bloke. That wasn't how the deal was supposed to go. They'd done this dance for the last several years! He'd make a pass, she'd laugh and they'd shag and then they'd engage in some witty banter as if they weren't going to be right back there again before too long. That was their dynamic! It worked for them! And yes, there had been some times Wynne thought he might want more than sex and companionship from the woman and even more true was the fact that they often fought and didn't see eye to eye, especially when it came to the greek system and the needs of their respective houses. But they always migrated back to that little casual sex plateau.
Shit only got weird when Florian came into the picture. Or rather, when Villeneuve found out that Florian had come into the picture. They carried on with their little dance as always but for the first time in what felt like a long time, Wynne couldn't sleep with her. Finally he had the chance to nab those cute, lacy, girly knickers and pin them up on the Kappa wall of fame and make it known that he was the ultimate charmer, and he couldn't fucking do it. Because he was in 'love'. What a load of shit. Worst timing ever, honestly. It was true that Wynne loved Florian in quite a deep, uncomfortable way and it was true that he could never cheat, but his instincts and his general Wynne-ness told him to do it anyway. This was Cecelia Fucking Villeneuve! Offering up her panties! And Florian had said that he'd let looking and making out slide. Maybe he could just make out really really well? Down below? With his crotch? Oh he didn't know! He was going to figure it out but then Cecelia, like a fucking woman as usual, pulled the plug. No, she was going to go shag Noah and let that joker have her knickers. Noah! The guy looked like a fucking horse's anus! She was just trying to push his buttons, to see how jealous she could make him. And it was working like a charm.
When he walked in to 51st Eight that night, with his posse behind him, Wynne's only goal was to get drunk. The place was packed. It was a new joint, after all, and every Kappa on campus was supposed to be there. They couldn't miss the opening of a new alcohol-serving establishment! From the moment he left the Kappa house to the moment they walked in the door, Wynne's thoughts were on that bitch Cecelia Villeneuve and how he planned to make her life hell on earth because of what a cunt she was being.
He bobbed to the heavy bass blaring around his head and for the next hour, Wynne Evans wasn't seen without a drink in his hand. Whether he was dancing up against some random woman he'd never seen before, lounging around at the bar chatting up the bartender or having a piss, Wynne was sipping on something. He had an alright alcohol tolerance, but he was mostly just a functional drunk. Being intoxicated didn't mean he was out of commission by any means!
It did mean he was a little more clumsy than usual, but when he bumped into some slender woman with nice shoulders he seemed to recall kissing at one point, it was no accident his caesar spilled all over her back.
"Ah, look at that! What a damn shame! No worries, that'll come out right quick. Just nip off to the drycleaners and bam, ten minutes flat, you're good to go."
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Post by CECELIA AVA VILLENEUVE on Jan 10, 2012 21:21:19 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,padding-left:16px; padding-top:0px; padding-right:0px; padding-bottom:0px; background-image:url(http://i51.tinypic.com/2nbr3oi.jpg) ] It doesn't matter what you say, You never mattered anyway! - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Cecelia fluffed her hair up one more time in front of the gigantic mirror in her room at Alpha. She intended to get very drunk tonight. She was armed with cash and other necessities to make the night go off without a hitch. She feel the distinctive vibe coming off of the girls in the next room. They had gone out together many times, but Cecelia had alluded that tonight they could expect something very special. This had the entire house abuzz with chatter about what the President could have up her very expensive sleeves. She smiled and winked to herself before striding to her smooth mahogany nightstand and picking up her phone. She slipped it into her tiny purse and left the room. On the way out, the chatter almost smothered her. She loved her sisters, but sometimes they were truly exhausting. Alpha only let in some of the most intelligent girls, but sometimes they could be very daft. She was aware that some of them might not get their grades the old fashioned way, but she still expected them to have some common sense. They had spread the word to almost everyone that the Alphas would be at the club tonight in full force. She knew that that alone would cause people to flock to the newly opened club. She shivered in anticipation for what she was planning for tonight.
Everything was running smoothly, down to the letter. The only thing that bothered the President was the fact that she had fought with Wynne last night. Part of her hopes for tonight was that everyone would be absolutely buzzing about the newly developed friendship between the two houses. She felt that her Sisters were close to one-upping the Zetas, but she couldn’t be sure. She needed all of the alliances that she could get for the maneuvering that had to be done. Big things didn’t happen over the course of one night, but tonight would certainly help ensure that the future of Alpha Beta Phi was as bright as the president’s pearly white teeth. She had made a deal with Wynne. The deal said only that hen Celia spoke to him, he had to play nice. In return she would let him have her panties for his ghastly wall. She had been holding them just out of his reach for nearly two years now. It had become a game to her, one she wasn’t relishing giving up. He had sent her over the edge last night, when she was already especially bitchy. She knew she shouldn’t have snapped at him, but it was beyond her control. Her entire day had been one mishap after another, and she finally had to unload. She had spat out a bunch of words aimed at hurting him, and throwing him into another of his trademark tantrums. She had finished by insisting that she would rather give her panties up to Noah, the Social Chair of the Kappa’s. She knew there was some sort of rivalry there, but she had no idea what it was about. Half of the time Noah and Wynne seemed to almost get along, and another half they spent pummeling the shit out of one another. It didn’t make sense to her, but she had long since given up trying to understand how that little relationship worked itself off.
The day before yesterday, Wynne had thrown her the ultimate curveball. He had admitted that he was involved… With one of his own pledges. He even admitted that he was actually emotionally invested! Celia knew that Wynne didn’t do relationships. She probably knew it better than anyone else. There had been a time when she, herself had been considering it. Of course, he wasn’t the type of guy she could ever be serious with. It just wouldn’t look good. The Kappa’s had the shabbiest house on Greek Row, though she knew she could change that if she wanted to. The Alpha’s easily got five times the funding of the Kappa’s. They were more of an asset to the school than the Kappa’s, not that it was a big secret. She shrugged off her reflective thoughts as they neared the club. She had her mind set on one thing. Tonight she was letting it all go. Tomorrow, the real fun would begin. The girls would begin hazing their prospective sisters in earnest, trying to figure out which ones were worth their salt. Tonight would be one of the last nights that this group had together before they had extras tagging along. At the door, the bouncer merely glanced at her group and nodded. She had already spoken to the new owner, telling him the circumstances. She held true to her promise that all Kappa’s would get free drinks tonight. Though she had thrown the bargain out the window, she had been planning that already.
Leading her girls out onto the floor, she began to dance. She let go of all of her emotions, moving cathartically. She could feel her sisters responding, letting off some of their angst. She was beaming, glad that this had been such a good idea. Everyone had already loosened up visibly, and no one had even touched a drop of liquor yet. Of course, some had had a pre-drink before they had come. It was a half-hearted tradition at Alpha that each girl would take a shot before they went out together anywhere. The whole house was full of party animals, so Celia believed that it was only natural. She usually didn’t like to get drunk, though she sometimes pretended she was. Hangover did not look attractive on her. She separated herself from her group, and slipped over to the bar, hoping that none of them noticed. The only drink she was interested in having was a Screaming Nazi. Something about the taste of Jager mixed with Rumple Minze peppermint was especially soothing to her. She drained the contents of her glass and slammed it down onto the counter. She closed her eyes for a moment, letting the contents of her stomach settle.
As she made her way back to the floor, she was slammed into by an imposing figure. She spluttered as she felt the back of her dress soak through with what she assumed to be liquor. She turned to the offender with blazing eyes. “You have got to be fucking kidding me!” She shrieked, fuming. “Wynne, you’re the biggest fucking asshole I have ever met in my entire life!” She shoved him with all of her might, her rage escalated by the words he had spoken. There was no way in hell that this had been an accident. “You’ll pay for this.” She ground out, seething.
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Post by wynne SHANNON evans on Jan 10, 2012 22:03:32 GMT -5
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Of all the things Wynne was expecting, a shove certainly wasn't one of them. The cursing and the shouting and the anger, yeah, that was a given. He hadn't exactly been nice the other night, though why that came as a surprise he'd never know. That was where most people went wrong with him, he figured, and why everyone thought he was such an asshole. Wynne just wasn't a nice man. Well, no, that wasn't true. On the inside he was tender and soft, but on the outside he genuinely was as much of a cunt as he came off. And people kept putting their faith in him! They kept thinking they could be the one to 'change him' or 'bring out his good side' or some other shit like that. It didn't happen. Even with people he loved, Wynne was an asshole. Even with Florian! There was love there, sure, but Wynne had beat the hell out of him and called him names and been downright cruel. And that was someone he loved. Cecelia Villeneuve didn't stand a chance. And why would she, of all people, put her faith in someone like him? Wasn't she too bitchy for friends and relationships? Or was that just how she acted around Wynne?
Because he wasn't expecting the shove, the Irishman's body wasn't braced for a blow. He wasn't prepared to keep himself on his feet and so he didn't, toppling to the floor and landing on his ass instead. It was his turn to be covered in caesar, the drink splashing up on his shirt and neck. Luckily the glass didn't break in his hand, so that was a good thing. But there was still the shock of being pushed at all! The man dragged himself back up to his feet, wiping off some of the drink on his skin and transferring it to the puffy skirt of a girl walking by.
"So, first of all, ow." His tone was very calm and matter-of-fact, considering he'd just been shoved on his ass. Wynne set his drink on a nearby flat surface and took a moment to scowl down at his shirt. He kind of did deserve that bit, at least. "Second of all, what the fuck?" Now he was beginning to frown a little bit. What gave her the right to push him down like that? He was... taller! And manlier! He was clearly the one that should have been standing throughout their exchange and yet that wasn't the case! Still, as his hands planted on his hips in an indignant sort of way, his expression softened just a little bit. "And third, you look very lovely."
Hey, he could throw out a compliment now and again, couldn't he? Wynne was allowed to appreciate when someone was attractive, and Cecelia was quite nicely done up for her evening out. She wouldn't have gotten so gussied up if she didn't want to be complimented on her attractive face and her soft body. Even though she already knew he found her good-looking. Shaggable, at the very least.
Now that he was standing again, Wynne took a moment to assess the damage to his shirt. It wasn't too bad, and it was a dark shirt so it wasn't like he was shit out of luck for the rest of the night. He'd just be a bit damp, but how was that any different from usual? He huffed a bit, irritable but visibly more weary than anything. There was some extra baggage under his eyes tonight and while his face was never lacking expression, every lift of eyebrows or sneer falling over his lips was just a bit more muted than usual. "I thought we were supposed to be pretending to like each other tonight. You know, pretence of being civil? Kappas and Alphas being butt-buddies at last? I'm pretty sure pushing the Kappa president on his ass doesn't count as being civil." Scowling down at the other woman, Wynne reached out a hand and gave her shoulder a little shove. It was very light, but just a bit harder than playful. "You're such a fucking girl, you know that? I don't even get why you're pissed! Obviously you are but for what? Huh?"
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Post by CECELIA AVA VILLENEUVE on Jan 10, 2012 23:09:09 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,padding-left:16px; padding-top:0px; padding-right:0px; padding-bottom:0px; background-image:url(http://i51.tinypic.com/2nbr3oi.jpg) ] It doesn't matter what you say, You never mattered anyway! - - - - - - - - - - - - - - As soon as Celia shoved him, she knew it was a mistake. He smelled pungently of alcohol, and a voice in her head warned her that he might fly off of the handle. She didn’t want to end up as a punching bag. As soon as she had made the action, she had instantly regretted it, but it was too late to take the action back. As hard as a person might try, you just can’t un-shove a person. Try as she might, at that moment she couldn’t imagine what she had ever seen in Wynne. She had thought him arrogant and self-consumed, and she had been correct. What she hadn’t figured on was that he would side with one of the weirdos over her. Celia thought her name was Rylus or something god awful like that. The entire name made her want to shudder with repulsion. Paired together that the girl had been flirting with Wynne the entire time that he had been making Celia mad, it had been enough to make her want to explode. It wasn’t that she felt she owned him, but she didn’t think some Theta should be enough to draw his attention when compared with herself!
Cecelia watched the scene unfold as if it was in slow motion. As the Kappa President’s body fell to the floor, his lanky limbs made him look even more comical. She would have been laughing hysterically if she wasn’t afraid of drawing more attention to their little spat. A small giggle escaped her lips as he got his own dose of Caesar, but she quickly covered it, and resumed her fiery expression. Nobody could hold a grudge like she. She was a pro when it came to social blows, even more so when adding in the fact that she was a hot-tempered red head. She knew that Wynne himself had a temper, but she felt that he was no match for her. He wasn’t capable of the kind of class she could achieve.
Smiling was pretty much inevitable at this point, but her pride made her twist it into a smirk. She wanted to be mad at Wynne, she needed it. She couldn’t let him think she was okay with him wiping the floor with her reputation. She needed him to know that she was beyond pissed off. At this point, she was irate. “Don’t curse at me, you vile snake.” She spat. Sure, she had just done it, but it still incensed her. He had no right to speak to her in such a vulgar manner. He barely had any right to speak to her at all. He was lucky she wasn’t just pulling the rug out from under him in the first place. As she registered his compliment, her face mirrored her puzzlement. The compliment had come from so far left field it wasn’t even in the same ball park! Not that she minded it. The clinging of the dress along her back only reminded her that she was now drenched with alcohol. Great! She probably smelled just like he did now. ”You’re only trying to make up for ruining the dress,” She sniffed, crossing her arms over her chest.
Watching him examine his attire, the shadow of a real smile finally touched her lips. Not only had he intentionally gotten the drink on her, but he had managed to douse himself as well. At least now they’d have to go to the dry-cleaner’s together! She pressed her lips together to stifle the laughter that bubbled up in the back of her throat. It must be the alcohol, she thought. She scoffed and rolled her eyes the moment he opened his big, fat mouth. “And I thought you were more loyal than you were when I decided to make a deal with the Devil. Guess we were both a bit disillusioned, huh babe?” She coated her words in a false sweetness, batting her eyelashes in an irritating manner. “You got the part about buddies right, but I’d prefer to be more than just buddies with a certain Kappa. You know, a certain Social Chair?” She gave him a saccharine smile. “Maybe you could even help set us up! That would be such a help, Wynne!” She gushed. She whimpered when he pushed her, stumbling backward into a girl who had been standing nearby. She glared daggers at the Kappa President. “You’re such a fucking ass, you know that?” She mocked, getting up in his face. “I’m obviously pissed about your fucking attitude, Mr. I-Am-The-Greatest. Hi, my name is Wynne, I can make plans fuck the Alpha President and then bash her to a Theta!” Her face must have been crimson by this point, but she didn’t care. She was shaking with rage.
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Post by wynne SHANNON evans on Jan 10, 2012 23:39:46 GMT -5
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So now this was all his fault? What had he even done? She was the one bashing Rylan, she was the one who put herself above everyone else, she was the one who taunted and teased him with everything she had at every possible opportunity! But Wynne was the bad guy. Of course. It didn't matter to Cecelia that Rylan might be a good friend, or that maybe he was jealous that she was talking about going to Noah, or that he'd tried with her! None of that mattered because the only thing she saw was red and green; rage and envy. If she ever stopped pushing, maybe she would have seen how much damage she did, for no reason at all. Maybe she would understand what an effort Wynne had put in for her. Not to get into her pants, not to strike a deal for the Kappas, but for her.
But she was blinded by her own trivial issues and probably always would be.
What a fucking shame, too.
Wynne held up his hands defensively. Now he was properly frowning down at the woman, though he looked more confused now than anything. "How am I an ass? You're the one being a proper cunt about this whole thing! Normal people fight, they get over it and make up! We fight, you try to fuck one of my best friends and bitch me out for every tiny thing I've ever done! Want to call me out on getting your bra stuck in my zipper that one time? Or for stepping on your feet many times 'cuz you're a short little midget with tiny hobbit feet? I fuck up! Okay? I fuck up sometimes but so do you, missy, and when you fucked up I've never held it against you. Because I cared about you. Or do you not understand what that means?" Maybe this wasn't the right time to get into all of that, but Wynne could hardly stop himself. Once he opened his mouth the words just flowed out like particularly wet diarrhoea.
But then he really understood what was happening, why this shit storm was raining down on his head. She was fine until a few days ago. Until news of Florian broke out. His frown deepened. "You're jealous. You're jealous that I'm with someone that isn't you, that I'm happy with someone that isn't you. What did you expect me to do, Cecelia, just fucking wait around for you forever? You had your chance. I adored you once. I would have done anything for you, and you shat all over me at every possible opportunity. And now I'm with someone and you're turning into an even bigger tampon. Well, fine, go fuck Noah. Go fuck every Kappa you can find, for all I care, as long as I'm not one of them."
The Irishman sighed, finally. Once again, his expression let up a bit and he shook his head, pushing his hands into his pockets. When his anger subsided, all he really felt was pity. He felt bad for the girl. It wasn't her fault she was that way. She couldn't help it, just like he couldn't help being Wynne. It was just who they were. They'd never change.
"I loved you, once. But now I don't even like you."
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Post by CECELIA AVA VILLENEUVE on Jan 11, 2012 15:42:12 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,padding-left:16px; padding-top:0px; padding-right:0px; padding-bottom:0px; background-image:url(http://i51.tinypic.com/2nbr3oi.jpg) ] It doesn't matter what you say, You never mattered anyway! - - - - - - - - - - - - - - As Wynne ranted and raved, Celia's face visably paled. She knew that everything he had said was entirely true. She document every little think that he did wrong, and then put him through the wringer for it. She treated him like a monster would, and even she could admit that. Her anger cooled, leaving her deflated. A cool ball of dread knotted in her stomach. Their relationship wasn't supposed to go like this. They had a simple pattern. They followed it in cycles, had followed it for two years, and now it was flying apart at its pathetic seams. At this point she was sure that every eye in the entire place was gued on their private tete-a-tete, but she couldn't be bothered to rip her eyes from Wynne to check. She could do damage control later, right now was just about them. "I'm sorry," She placed her hands in front of her as if she was placating a rabid dog. Tears welled up in her eyes, threatening to spill over, but she held them back stubbornly.
Until he had spoken the words, Cecelia hadn't even been aware of her own motives. She knew, however, that his words rang true. The word jealousy threw her off, made her feel queasy. She wasn't supposed to be so attached to him, but she was, somehow. She pressed a clammy hand to her temple and took a deep breath to steady herself. "I don't know!" But of course, she did. Of course she was jealous. Florian was going to be to Wynne exactly what she never could be. She might not ever get to be that for anyone. She closed her eyes, her face contorting. She felt all of the rage and pain inside that had welled up since the accident bubbling up to the surface. The very pain that she had been trying to hide from all of this time. "I don't need you to like me, Wynne." Even as she spoke the words, she knew they were false. She needed his approval more than she had ever anticipated that she would. "And I especially don't need your pity!" She bit the words out, fuming once again.
"I needed you to understood, but I guess you just never could." She spoke the words quietly and evenly, regaining her poise. She knew that her words were ridiculous. She had never told Wynne the things that had bothered her, she had always kept them to herself. If there was anything amiss, he always attributed it to her generally mean personality. He couldn't know that she had cultivated the very same personality to protect herself from getting hurt again. Why should he know? She railed inwardly at the unfairness of the whole situation. She was so close to tears that it was almost comical. She bit her lip to still it's trembling before she finished with a dramatic, "So are we just done Wynne?" She narrowed her eyes. "Is that it? Our friendship and everything that went with it is now over? Is that what you want?" She raised her chin, an alpha until the very last.
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Post by wynne SHANNON evans on Jan 11, 2012 16:44:31 GMT -5
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"Is that what you'd call this? Friendship? You treat me like shit and that's friendship?" The man was incredulous. How could she even begin to compare what they had to friendship? Friendship was a two way street. You couldn't be selfish in a friendship because it relied on equality and caring for each other. The mutual care might have been there at one point and maybe it still was to some extent, but they weren't equal. Cecelia made it abundantly clear that Wynne was less. He got that from a lot of people. He was disgusting, dirty, vile, crude, childish, brutish, unintelligent, unimportant and hardly worth it. He'd compared himself to a sex toy once and though he was in a relationship with someone who actually liked him, sometimes the feeling still hung around. The feeling of being that embarrassing thing so many women had in common, but the one they didn't want each other to know about. The thing they hid at the bottom of their panty drawers and brought out when they felt lonely and when they were through, they felt ashamed with themselves so they took it out on Wynne. And they could call him names and shove him and yell at him because he didn't have feelings, because he'd always just laugh it off or some back with another insult. Wynne was just a bit of smooth plastic, what did it matter if he got hurt?
Clasping his hands behind his head, Wynne heaved a sigh. He, too, knew about all the eyes that'd fallen on their scene. He also knew that this probably wasn't something Cecelia wanted her sisters and the Kappas to see, or anyone else for that matter. Public embarrassment was one of Wynne great joys in life, but now wasn't the time. He placed a hand on the small of the Alpha president's back. "Come on, Cecelia. I need a smoke." Even if she didn't want to go outside, Wynne's hand was firm as he lead her out, away from the eyes of everyone who probably already knew too much. The trip to the front of the club and out into the chilly night was good because it gave him a little bit of time to think. Once they were free of the writhing crowds, Wynne pulled his hand away in favour of reaching into his jacket pocket for a pack of cigarettes and a lighter. As soon as he was lit up, he slipped out of the jacket and draped it over his company's shoulders. It was a bit damp in parts but at least it was an extra layer against the winter chill.
"I don't want to be done, but where have we got to go from here?" That weariness set in again as he leaned against the wall, puffing away quietly with his free hand stuffed into a denim pocket. "You can't realistically hope for some long-lasting friendship between us that'll survive through the years, Cecelia. I'm done next year. Through. And I've been offered a job with the military fixing tanks, assuming I keep my grades up. I'll be gone a ways away and you'll forget about me the minute I leave. I don't see any point in pursuing something that's dead on its feet. I tried to understand. I really did. But what did you give me to understand? When did you ever talk to me about anything except sex or how fat Tina Two-Tons is? You never gave me a chance to be that guy for you."
Glancing down at the woman, a small smile graced the Irishman's features. He nudged her with an elbow lightly. "Besides, you would've hated me anyway. You wouldn't believe half the shit Peaches has had to put up with since we hooked up. I promise you I'm not worth the trouble, darling." Wynne curled an arm around the Alpha president's shoulders and pulled her in to his side. "If you want to be my friend, I can handle that. But we both know that's all it can be. That's the most it can be. I'm happy. And as my friend, you should want that for me... I want it for you."
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Post by CECELIA AVA VILLENEUVE on Jan 11, 2012 22:06:15 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,padding-left:16px; padding-top:0px; padding-right:0px; padding-bottom:0px; background-image:url(http://i51.tinypic.com/2nbr3oi.jpg) ] It doesn't matter what you say, You never mattered anyway! - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Cecelia shrugged blithely. She didn’t even know what she would consider friendship anymore. Everything had changed so much, she didn’t know where she stood. “You’ve treated me like shit too. It’s not a one way street, Wynne.” She assured him. And she was sure that there were many instances where that was the case, not that she could think of one at the moment. “I’m just better at hiding it when you hit your mark, I guess.” The muscles along her jawline twitched. She was tired of him painting her out to be Cruella de Ville. Obviously she wasn’t. She didn’t make fur coats out of little puppies. She didn’t eat them for breakfast, she didn’t do a lot of things, but he still put her in that light whenever they were in front of people. She was past tired of it. Sure, she could be nicer to her pledges, but that was the whole point. Once they were put through the wringer, they were accepted. She stopped ragging on them so roughly. Granted, she was still rude to them sometimes, but it was truly for their own good. It wasn’t that she enjoyed pitting people against one another. She liked to make sure that each person knew the other person they were involved with exactly. You honestly don’t know who your best friends are until they are put through the wringer. She HELPED people. It was like taking particularly nasty cough syrup. It was sick as hell, but it helped you get better.
Cecelia allowed herself to be led from the room, glancing around to stare down those impetuous enough to meet her gaze. When they found repose from the chaotic club, she was disappointed when his arm deserted her. A breeze blew against her back, which was still damp from the drink Wynne had spilled on her. She shivered against the chilly night air, and was relieved when he let her have his jacket. She took a deep breath, not really caring about the second hand smoke she was inhaling. She had been around Wynne long enough that she had become accustomed to it. She didn’t imbibe in the habit, but she wasn’t about to preach to him about it now. She was already on his shit list, and she didn’t relish dropping further in his estimation. She glanced at her fingernails in the soft light. They were unblemished, as usual, but she felt they were lacking. She usually felt satisfied with her French manicures, but since Wynne had deserted her in favor of one of his pledges, she had found many things about herself were lacking. She felt lackluster, and wondered what she could have done to make herself more attractive to him.
The words she dreaded most were coming. This was the part where he told her that he was sick of her. The part where he said that if he ever saw her again, he would quite literally rip her hair out. She was expecting any of the above, so when he uttered the words, she was taken aback. “I won’t forget about you the minute you leave,” She argued. No, she probably wouldn’t forget about him at all. Wynne was unique, he was strange, and he was one of the only people she was seriously interested in in any capacity beyond torturing. “Look, you and I both know I don’t really have friends.” She stated blankly. It was true. As much as she wanted it to be true, she had never treated Wynne in the conventionally way one would treat a friend. “I don’t know how.” She bit her lip, trying not to crumble. “I don’t know how to even.. Tell you how to understand.” She shook her head. No, she wasn’t going to crack. This was Wynne. This wasn’t part of their dynamic. He wouldn’t treat her the same if he knew she was weak. “I didn’t know you wanted to be that guy.” She finished lamely.
She smiled blandly. It was pretty much a moot point by now. Their relationship wouldn’t survive anything that he might be able to weather with someone different. She wasn’t the kind of person he needed. She knew it, but it didn’t make it any easier for her. She leaned heavily into him, wishing she could have fulfilled her wishes and been wasted by this point. It would have been so much easier. “I do. I do want to be your friend.” She looked up at him, testing her words. “But, I need you to be patient with me.” She wrinkled her nose. “I’ll do the best I can. I will. But you can’t ask more than that from me.” She didn’t even know what she was saying, but it sounded right. At least, she thought it did. “And Wynne, I do want you to be happy. I just.” She paused, very aware that she was crying at this point. She wiped the tears away impatiently, irritated by her emotions. They were the one thing she didn’t seem to be able to control today, apart from the man standing with her. “I can’t be happy, you know that.” A ghost of a smile touched her lips. She was remembering the scene that had greeted her when she had first learned of her parents’ demise. Everything had seemed so perfect back then, so easy. Until it all shattered.
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Post by wynne SHANNON evans on Jan 11, 2012 22:32:06 GMT -5
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It was alright to break sometimes. Even Wynne, the wettest duck ever, knew that. Sometimes it was okay to be sad, sometimes being vulnerable was right, and sometimes it was even alright to cry. He wasn't planning on thinking any less of Cecelia because she got sad or because her face leaked a little bit. Friends were supposed to be able to keep things level like that. Anyone who cared about anyone else was supposed to be able to treat them the same. Why would this be any different?
"Why wouldn't I want to be that guy, huh?" Fag held between his lips, his now freed hand moved to his jacket to find some tissues in one of his pockets. He was pointedly careful of Cecelia's makeup when he began to wipe some of the wetness from her face a little more thoroughly. "You're beautiful, you're funny, you're fun to be around most of the time. And you didn't let me get away with my shit, which I'm sure is good for me no matter how much I hate it." One of those purely Wynne grins flashed now as he pulled the tissue away and pocketed it once more. He was capable of being nice. He could be tender and soft and gentle, he just didn't choose to be most of the time. But as hard as Cecelia often seemed to be, everyone was soft inside. He'd never met anyone who didn't have that need to be loved hiding somewhere underneath however many layers of bitterness and hate they'd built up over the years. Cecelia was no different. Sometimes people needed to be treated with kindness, and sometimes Wynne could do that for them.
"You can be happy, and you can have friends. Look at me, huh? I clip my toenails down with my teeth and even I found someone that genuinely likes me. If I can find someone, Celia, you're doomed to find someone. You don't get a choice. And you totally can have friends. I'm your friend. Not because you're crying and not because it seems like the right thing to do -- you know I don't work like that. I'm your friend because I want to be, and because I'm not ready just yet to let you walk away from me." There was a request that he be patient, but Wynne was trying to pretend it hadn't happened. He wasn't very good at being patient. He'd try, of course, but Cecelia probably didn't want to hear that he'd 'do his best but no promises, doll'. She wanted a definite assurance that Wynne was going to be patient with her, and he just couldn't say he'd be able to.
But he'd try.
"Now come on. Cut this... this whole face-rain thing out. I see a crying girl, all it does is get me randy." His tone was light and he grinned again to ensure that he was joking. Wynne took his cigarette between two fingers again to avoid burning the woman's face off when he enveloped her in his long limbs. This was the first time in a long time he ever felt like he was letting a girl down easy. When had he cared before? When had he ever even had anything close to a relationship with a girl since his ex-wife? And that time it was easy! All he had to do was walk in on her screwing his brother and the relationship was done anyway. But for a man who'd never really broken up with anyone(not that this was what was happening) Wynne felt he was doing a pretty good job. He pressed a chaste kiss to the crown of Cecelia's head and let his face rest there for a moment.
"You'll be alright. I promise."
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Post by CECELIA AVA VILLENEUVE on Jan 14, 2012 22:47:40 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,padding-left:16px; padding-top:0px; padding-right:0px; padding-bottom:0px; background-image:url(http://i51.tinypic.com/2nbr3oi.jpg) ] It doesn't matter what you say, You never mattered anyway! - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Cecelia stared bewilderedly at Wynne, her friend. “Because maybe I’m unstable?” She shrugged. “You know, mentally unhinged.” She gave a harsh laugh. She knew people had said things of that nature about her before. Normally she wouldn’t put any stock in what other people had to say about her, but now things were different. She wasn’t actually sure if she did the thing she did because they made her feel better, or because she felt compelled. She wasn’t even sure if there was a distinction between the two things. She could feel herself blushing as Wynne complimented her. “You’re too nice to me,” She protested half-heartedly. She wasn’t really going to object to the praise he gave her. His compliments made her glow inside. “Your shit is just too hard to put up with, Mister!” She laughed and twisted her face into a mock frown. Cecelia poked Wynne in the ribs, forgetting that they had been arguing just a few minutes earlier. It was hard for her to stay mad at this guy, though she didn’t know why. She felt like he understood her on a deeper level than most people did, though she knew he didn’t get all of her. It was true that she didn’t put up with his shit, but neither did he put up with hers. It made her feel good that they were on a somewhat even ground.
“Ew!” She squealed. “I so didn’t know that you bite your toenails!” Anyone could tell by her face that she was thoroughly disgusted. “I don’t think we can be friends,” She frowned, wrinkling her nose. She studied him for a minute before adding, “and to think! I kissed that!” She shook her head in exasperation. Celia hoped that Wynne wouldn’t get mad, but she didn’t know how much more of the heavy she could take. She wasn’t used to being this serious, especially with him. “Thank you,” She met his gaze frankly. She was thanking him for talking her back up, even as he had knocked her down. She knew that there had been a dismissal in his words, and she had felt it. However, with it, he had given her something she had needed more than just a quick tumble. Wynne had given her the opportunity to find out what friendship really meant. In that moment, she swore to herself that she wouldn’t take it lightly. He was pretty easy to get along with, so long as he wasn’t provoked. If she could find a different outlet for her frustrations, she didn’t see any reason that their friendship shouldn’t work. When they were good, they were fantastic.
Cecelia giggled as he admonished her for crying. She couldn’t help herself. She felt that this situation was entirely too bizarre. She met his hug and squeezed him tightly. She took a deep breath, inhaling his unique scent. She closed her eyes and mourned for the relationship that could have been, had circumstances been different. She wiped away the last of her stubborn tears before stepping away and tipping her face back to look him in the eye. “I know.” She smiled weakly. She would be fine. She always was. It would take a hell of a lot more than this to break her totally. She had a lot more fight left in her. If anything, this had made her stronger. She took one last deep breath before squaring her shoulders and slipping his jacket off. She handed it back to him wordlessly. Once he had taken it she held her hand out. “So, we’re good?” She flashed a blinding smile at him, all trace of the emotional wreck from moments earlier had vanished.
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