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Post by maxwell ralph sheppard on Jul 21, 2011 19:20:08 GMT -5
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Post by abrielle elaine worthy on Aug 11, 2011 14:12:37 GMT -5
this was weird, she didn't know how to react to all of this. max was never nice, or kind. he was always teasing her, messing with her. did she find his weakness without even knowing? did crying girls work him up a bit? she didn't know, but she didn't really mind it all that much. at this moment, he wasn't saying anything to her, he was just staring at the grass as she glanced over at him. of all the people in this school, she really didn't want him to see her cry. she looked weak, vulnerable. of course, that's how she really was, but she didn't want people to know that. she didn't want anyone to know how vulnerable she was, but no matter how hard she tried, people always found out. it was sad, in a way, because it was hard for her to hide her fear of men when they were around. when her breathing got harder and harder to do, when her pupils dialate and she can't speak... it was almost impossible to do. she wondered what max was thinking, it was obvious that the two didn't get along, so why did he stay?
abrielle really did need to slow down on the tissues, she needed to calm down her tears and breathing, act normal. it was all over, there was nothing that she could do to change what happened; she couldn't change that, that boy teased her. he reminded her that her secret would be out, she couldn't hide from her fear forever. she couldn't change that her brother is gone and it's all her fault. she just wanted to go back in time, so she wouldn't have gone out with that boy. she would have never went through what she did, her brother wouldn't be gone.. her family would be the same. she looked up when she noticed max sitting up, before he wiped a tear away. she held her breath, trying to calm down. she didn't need to be like this in front of him.
she rose her eyebrows when he started talking, wondering what was going on in that mind of his. what if this was all just a fake? what if he wanted to get on her good side and then shoot her down? it just seemed like something that he would do... no, she needed to stop thinking that like. she needed to just enjoy this time when he wasn't being an asshole. she didn't need to be upset, she needed to forget. oh god, she just needed a drink. she let out the breath that she had been holding in and bit down on her lip, before shrugging, "um.. i don't know.. just talk?" she said quietly, not really knowing what would cheer her up. in all honesty, she wanted to maybe get her camera out and take pictures.. maybe he would get in front of the camera for her.
word count: four hundred and ninety five
tag: max
notes: here ya goo!
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Post by maxwell ralph sheppard on Aug 16, 2011 18:29:32 GMT -5
i should have took you out dancing, [/size] ( BUT I WAS HIGH UP ON A BARSTOOL )- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - [/center] maxwell ralph sheppard really had no clue what he was going to do. he hated being in these situations, not having the control he needed and liked to feel. now he understood why his mother got angry at him, he wanted to get angry. but he wasn't completely like his mother, because she never cared about his feelings. but he knew, that deep down he was actually caring for abrielle. not that he wanted to do that, he found it easier to drink and not care. sex was easier than a relationship, then again he wouldn't know what a real relationship was if it hit him in his face. that could be a mixture of his parents never having a real relationship, even if they were together for most of his young life. or it could be the fact that just never tried to have a real relationship, because his relationship with his parents was always shit. either way, relationships and him were a concept he didn't want to comprehend. even if he was slowly building one with abrielle elaine worthy.
of course no matter what he either wanted or didn't want with abrielle right now wasn't important. what was? to get her to stop crying. he just wanted her to he happy, not cause he cared, not cause there were hidden feelings for the very pretty girl. no. he refused to believe that. it was because he wasn't good in this situations. or that's what he told himself anyway. he forced himself to believe those words. because they were true. weren't they? no, not really. what was true though, was that mr. sheppard the cold heartless alcoholic was beginning to grow a heart. okay so he was never as heartless as he tried to pull off. he wasn't his mother in any way other than the fact that he liked to be in control of his life. he wasn't like his father either, other than the fact that he liked to solve problems with a little bit of booze. no maxwell was his own person, and that meant he had a heart and he cared about people. he also was no fool ready to get taken advantage by some worthless woman like his father. (which could also be a reason for his out look on relationships)
the tall shaggy brunette was being sincere in the things he was speaking about and the way he was acting. even if he didn't want to believe it, even if he wanted to believe he'd go back to normal when all this was over. deep down he knew otherwise. he was going to look at the girl differently every time he walked by her, every time he saw her, well he wasn't sure on what he'd think. just that he didn't want to toss her away, he was growing slightly attached to his little grasshopper. now when she spoke about talking he nodded, talking he could do that. or so he hoped anyway. "i'll start." okay saying that might of been an issue. he had no clue how to start a conversation, maybe he'd just tell her what was stressing him at that moment. that seemed good. "so my mother is getting remarried, and well she wants me to leave this place. i kind of feel sorry for the poor guy." he shrugged, his problems seemed kind of dull and idiotic when he spoke about them out loud and he guessed that was the point. speaking about them to other people put things into prospective, too bad he didn't know this before. then maybe he wouldn't of been such a jerk and could of learned a thing or two. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
yeah, I was such a blind fool , [/size] ( NOW I KNOW IT )[/center] words: six hundred thirty fiveoutfit: heretags: krista with abriellenotes: here you gomusic: flowers by chris young [/font][/left] |
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Post by abrielle elaine worthy on Oct 10, 2011 16:02:36 GMT -5
abrielle just really didn't know what to think about this.. this situation. max being nice to her all of a sudden. it could just be because she was crying, but that would be the best time to knock her down. that's what her ex did, that's what aleksei did. they knocked her down when she was at her weakest point. of course, aleksei just wanted to knock her down anyway, it's not like he had anything better to do. he just wanted to make her life a living hell, which he accomplished. she wished that she didn't have to go through all of this, that she could just have a normal life like everyone else, but no. her ex-boyfriend had to ruin that for her. he had to make her scared of men and get her sent to this place, where she met people that only made her life worse. oh, why couldn't she have stood up to him when she had the chance? she wouldn't have been in this situation.
she was thankful, though, that max was trying to cheer her up, trying to get her mind off of things. but it would never work for long. she always found those thoughts creeping back into her mind at sometime throughout the day. not that she had anyone to talk about it with, besides her counselor. and she definitely didn't want to talk to them about it. they didn't help her in any way, shape, or form. they just did it for the money, she knew that much. it wasn't like it was a secret or anything. she really should get out there and make more friends.. but she didn't know if she could. so far, every person that she had met had turned out to be rude and mean, even max. it didn't matter how nice he was acting right now, they always turned around on her... always.
her blue eyes watched him warily, also with a hint of curiousity. he really was trying.. it was sweet. she liked it, because no one had really tried to comfort her, or try to distract her. not even her own family.. that's why she was here. she nodded her head slowly after he spoke and bit down on her bottom lip before shrugging her shoulders, "it's a good thing she's getting married.. right?" she asked, in a quiet tone, "you should be happy that she wants you out of here.. this place is crazy.. why do you feel sorry for him?" she was trying to converse with him, she really was trying. she had never spoke to people much.
word count: four hundred and forty three
tag: max
notes: here ya goo!
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Post by maxwell ralph sheppard on Oct 15, 2011 9:49:50 GMT -5
i should have took you out dancing, [/size] ( BUT I WAS HIGH UP ON A BARSTOOL )- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -[/center] maxwell had always known what to say in different situations with the opposite sex, if he didn't know. well then most of the things he had done in his past, well they wouldn't of happened. though the boy didn't care about anyone, and did use almost everyone he ran into. well he wasn't the type to tear down someone who well, was already down. then again, he never been in a situation like this. he usually left before the tears ever came. he didn't know how to deal with them, but he was here dealing with them now. for a girl he hardly knew, but he had to. it was the only way to get to her. yup, that was it.
the brunette boy refused to believe that he actually cared, he didn't want to care. this was easier, and well it worked. he was using abrielle. he would get what he wanted, and well be done with her. then he could leave if he wanted to, but didn't. even if he was only staying to get with abrielle. well there was also the fact that he wanted to be nowhere near his cold heartleass mother anytime soon. to watch her 'swoon' and act all googoo when she's in front of people. he saw her relationship with his father, it wasn't love. it was death and he wouldn't wish that on even his worse enemies because well, who would want to live a lie? max had lived a lie for most of his childhood until he realized he didn't have play the woman's game anymore and started to screw with her by never following his mother's plan.
when she talked back to him, well he almost sighed in relief but he caught himself. at least she was distracted and wouldn't be crying in front of him anymore. when she asked if it was a good thing he shrugged, "to my mother, it's only good because she'll have someone new to control. which is why i feel bad for the guy, i wouldn't wish a life with my mother on anyone." he shook his head slightly, "no if i let her get me out, one i'll have to go back home and that place is crazy. and well i kind of like it here or well someone here." like i said, he knew how to play people, but there was more truth in that statement then he realized at the moment. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
yeah, I was such a blind fool , [/size] ( NOW I KNOW IT )[/center] words: four hundred twenty eightoutfit: heretags: krista with abriellenotes: blah this is suckyy:(music: flowers by chris young [/font][/left] |
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