LIMELIGHT OF THE FORTUNATE ONES

[AALIYAH MARGARET AUSTERLITZ]

Aaliyah loved loud night clubs. She loved the anonymity, the way she was just a speck in the large crowd. It was a curious thing being surrounded by bodies she didn't know, she could be anybody. She could be the good girl gone bad, the virgin, the whore, and every other girl possible, but she wasn't. She was different from them. It felt as if she was in the center of it all, that all eyes were on the young girl in the blue silk dress dancing with herself. Of course, they weren't actually, she was just imagining it. She had come alone, as she always did. She didn't need a friend tagging along and talking off her ear. She'd only had two drinks so far that evening, and she didn't feel a thing; no buzz. She drank, and smoke, and did drugs all in the hopes that she would feel something, and she did. she got that desired buzz that everyone talked about. She could never feel feel the syringe sticking into her vein distributing the heroine to every fiber of her body, she only felt the short after warmth, as if it were hugging her and singing her a lullaby.

It was a Friday night and she had finished her first week of classes. It was a week of meeting people she would never speak to, of meeting people that intrigued her, and of not finding anyone worth speaking to. She could sum up a person from first meeting, and 75% of the people at the academy were the same. The music was so loud that it drained her head of all thoughts. Her surroundings were so hectic that it took her breath away. The many bodies swarmed around her, their hands in the air. No air, there was no air. A bead of sweat dripped down her forehead and her body twisted in different directions. She didn't bother to brush it away. The lights kept changing and flashing and her eyes couldn't help but wander. Light smoke seeped through every empty space on the dance floor and the ever changing lights lit it up. No air, no air. The dj spun a remix of Break Your Heart and a random guy pressed up against her. She loosely laced her arms around his neck and moved her hips to the rhythm. She shook out her mane of messy golden waves and lifted her arms in the air. She laughed, a throaty, loud, simple, one laugh. She tried to remain calm, but she couldn't. She couldn't think, she couldn't breath. Was this what it felt like to feel? Was this what love felt like? This crazy, uncontrolled terror. If so, she was glad she never felt anything. Her throat closed up and she quickly ran from the dance floor up to the upper level. She observed from there and tried to calm herself.

The young girl clamped shut her green eyes smudged with sparkles and black liner and rested her elbows on fence that kept her from falling onto the dance floor. The cool metal sent sparks all through her body. She could feel eyes on her again, and she didn't like it. She never liked attention, she wasn't her sister. She liked being a speck in the crowd, silently observing. She opened her eyes to find that no one was staring at her, they were all dancing or drinking or smoking. Sometimes she wondered if she was a ghost. Perhaps in truth, none of them could see her. She moved in and out of places, never noticed. She knew the things that no one ever wanted anyone else to know. She told the truths that no one ever wanted to hear. But why? Why was she this way? Why was she incapable of feeling love and hate and pain, incapable of actually explaining herself rather than someone else? She didn't know. Was this what fear felt like? Something was going to happen, she could feel it. She needed the air that she was being deprived of.

The tall blonde took the emergency exit out of the night club that led her into a dark alley lit by one flickering street light, it was so creepy, like straight out of an old silent movie; the ones she loved. Everyone was right, she was crazy. She walked a few feet away, her heels clicking. She leaned against the brick and rested her head back. She took a cigarette out of her clutch and lit it. The flame caught the paper and it began to burn it away. She pressed it to her mouth and inhaled deeply. She longed for a rush, whether it was heroine, alcohol, or just a feeling. It was the first time she'd ever questioned herself. Suddenly she heard voices, coming down the alley were three young men, maybe in their mid twenties. She exhaled her signature rings of smoke as they approached her. One said something, but she didn't hear it. Another one spoke again, and for the second time, it went unnoticed. They moved closer to her, but she couldn't tell. All of a sudden, one was awfully close to her, close enough to kiss her. She didn't move, she didn't know what was going on. She could see, yet she couldn't. She shut her eyes. She didn't move, she didn't run, she didn't scream. She simply stood there with her eyes shut.


TAGGED::OLLIE
WORDS::908
OUTFIT::outfit
LISTENING TO::BREAK YOUR HEART REMIX-TAIO CRUZ
CREDIT TO::RORA @ HOS

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[oliver dante lefebvre]

the pounding music poured out of the speakers and seemed to cover every corner of the club, leaving not place untouched. there was the upper level, which was less crowded but still was filled with the noises of the music. but that was the point of these places after all. to come, get drunk, have the music hitting you from all sides, and find a girl. and, if that girl was hot enough and not totally psychotic, you would end the night with that girl. then wake up the next morning with your mind filled with hazy half-memories and odd scents clinging to your body. a small half smile spread itself onto ollie's lips as he thought about it. when you put it like that, the idea sounded rather messed up and not that fun. and yet there he was, out that friday night at the hot club of the week, looking to do just that. well, maybe he wasn't planning to get completely drunk. he used to be a big fan of that last year, but he had learned lately how hangovers were getting less and less nice to deal with. so instead he preferred to get decently tipsy. that way he still got that buzz but was mostly in control of himself. because honestly, he just plain made an ass of himself when he was properly drunk. and he had already done that enough times to last him a while.

he hadn't even intended on going to a club tonight, but one of his friends had called him and demanded that he come and be his wing man. and ollie wasn't going to leave his friend without a wing man and he wasn't going to pass up a chance to go out. they had only been at the club for about an hour, but that was enough to start wearing ollie out a bit. all the booze and the smoke and the dancing was getting to him. he loved it, he really did. especially how he was now, out on the dance floor. girls were pressed against him on all sides, and one was currently working the front of her body all up and down his own with an ease that seemed natural to her. one of his hands was slung around her waist in a loose manner that wasn't restricting her from leaving him but was also sending the clear signal that she was his for the moment and any guy who tried to steal her away was asking for trouble. ollie was usually decently laid back, but when it came to his women, he was rather territorial. which had proved mildly problematic for him and had even resulted in a few black eyes and a threatened suspension. like that school could do anything to him. he was fucking untouchable and they needed to realize that.

his other hand clasped a beer bottle which he raised to his lips and finished off, letting out a small sigh of pleasure afterward. the liquid was probably lukewarm, but compared to how hot and sweaty he was, it was practically ice cold. he pulled the girl closer and had to somewhat yell in her ear to be heard above the music. he told her he was going to go throw this out and he'd be right back. she spoke something beyond x-rated in his ear and a grin strung itself onto ollie's handsome features as he removed his arm from her waist and headed off the dance floor. which of course proved more challenging than it should have. he literally had to push and shove to escape from the mass of people who were so tightly packed into one space. blue eyes found the trash can, or something enough luck it, and he tossed the bottle in there and then paused a moment. he had seen a flash of blonde hair and the staring of guys eyes and he felt as though he knew what that meant. his eyes flicked to her and found exactly what he had expected. aaliyah. a small frown drew onto his lips and he shook his head, making his way back out onto the dance floor.

his return was well received and the girl threw herself at him once more. but all of a sudden, he just wasn't as in to it any more. shit. it was that damn girl. he tried to push his mind to focus on the girl who was currently covering his neck with her lips, but he couldn't. instead his eyes searched for her again. he found her, but this time she was up on the second floor, looking out at them down below. he stared at her hard with his intense blue eyes, wanting her to see him. wanting her to know that he knew she was there and yet he hadn't run over to talk to her. he could resist. he wasn't sure if she saw him, but he didn't care. the girl pulled his face to hers for a slobbering kiss and ollie lost sight of her. then he looked up to see her leaving. his heart raced for a moment, she couldn't leave. he hadn't talked to her yet. hadn't gotten his chance. so with renewed vigor he left the girl, who stood there dumbstruck, and tore through the crowd, racing up to where aaliyah had left.

cold air rushed out of the door as ollie pushed it open and stepped out into the night. but his body barely felt the cold. instead he felt that something was wrong. something was wrong and he damn well knew it. his eyes darted about quickly, looking for her. he found her, slouched against the wall, looking irresistible even in her intoxicated state. and he wasn't the only one who thought so. three guys, probably about eight or ten years older than him, were closing in on her. and one stood so close their lips were practically touching. anger flared up in ollie and he stepped forward confidently and with rage, the young boy suddenly turning into a rather imposing figure. he shoved the other two guys aside and laid a hand on the other's shoulder and ripped him back, hard. his voice came out tight and strong,

excuse me.



this is for aaliyah and it has _1,052 words.the lyrics are from eric hutchinson
and i wanted to let you know that this is already pretty dramatic

[AALIYAH MARGARET AUSTERLITZ]

The young blonde had dumbfounded the men. Her eyes were lightly closed, almost willing them to do whatever they wanted and then leave her. Hot breath on her neck sent shivers through out her body. It was cold, but she wasn't. She hadn't brought along a jacket or anything. The patterned tights did not keep her long legs warm. The cold didn't faze her. Her lithe body oddly relaxed. The man moved, and placed his hand on the wall, bringing him closer to her. He whispered something and she didn't hear it. She didn't push him away, even though she was strong enough to. Part of her wanted him to hurt her. But that wasn't going to happen. She heard the strong steel door from the night club close and knew that someone was going to stop him. She opened her eyes and came face to face with the man who was so close to her. He had dark brown eyes, so dark that they were almost black. His black purple hair was unruly. In ten years, she would've found him mysteriously attractive. But right now, with his whispering. her dark green eyes expanded, not sure what to feel. She was somewhat used to older men coming onto her. All summer, there had been older guys. Some were repulsive, others were charming. She wasn't scared, just confused.

She knew who her rescuer was before she saw him. But when her eyes, met his, she could tell that he was on a mission. He was an unlikely rescuer. Oliver Lefebvre, otherwise known as Ollie. She preferred Oliver to Ollie. Ollie made him sound like he was a little boy, which he clearly was not. He was a Lefebvre, old money. She had seen him at various parties and events over the years, but had never actually spoken to him. Rage filled his blue eyes that held the power to break hers, and every other girls' heart. He was stronger then them, or so he appeared. She had dropped her cigarette sometime in the past few minutes and she looked down at the damp concrete where it lay, the last air of smoke rising before it died out. It was a shame that she had only had one good smoke from it. But, She didn't want it anymore. The man's eyes followed her line of vision and met her rescuer. He was disappointed that he couldn't have his way with her as he had planned. She watched as Oliver pushed the other two men aside, whom she hadn't had the chance to get a proper look at. And then he ripped the man away from her and said, "excuse me." It all happened so slowly that seconds felt like minutes. Her eyes opened wider, as to get a better look at the events unfolding before her. His voice was so powerful, it was enough to scare a grown man away.

Now that she thought about it, she had seen Ollie in the club. Somehow, within the crowd, her eyes had met his for a split second, like lightening. With a flip of her hair she was gone though, like she had never even been there. A spark traveled from her head to her toes when she saw him. It was probably the minimal amount of alcohol, she told herself. But here he was, defending her when she hadn't asked him to. She hadn't asked him to follow her out of the club, she hadn't asked him to rescue her. Why? She kept having that feeling, the sparks shooting. It sounded crazy, but she was crazy. She nervously ran a hand through her waves and watched him. Her body tensed and she stood up straight. She had to move. She left the four men and began walking down the dark alley to the light of the street. She had no intention to actually leave, she just had to walk a little. She listened to the noise her heels made on the wet concrete. It had rained that afternoon and there were puddles everywhere. She loved the rain. She gazed down at one of the puddle and noticed the flickering street light reflected in it. She looked back at Ollie as she walked and then fully turned around. She couldn't actually leave him. And once again, looking at him, her stomach dropped and chills went down her spine. She bit her full pink lip, curiously narrowing her eyes. She swallowed hard and sighed. She didn't knew whether she liked this feeling or not. Something felt off. But then it hit her, she was feeling that something was off. What was it about him that made her feel this way? Was it the way his blue eyes just poured into her? The way his light brown hair was perfectly disheveled? She shook her head and tried to let the odd feeling leave her body.

She assumed that Ollie would beat the men to pulp given the chance to. "Wait, just let them go into the club." They hadn't done anything to hurt her, why shouldn't they have a fun evening? Anyone else would have been pleased to see them beat up after what they had almost done to her, but Aaliyah didn't see the point of that. From a couple of feet away, she knew he would hear her. Whether he would listen to her, was another question. He could very well go on and punch the crap out of them. If he did that, she would leave. She would walk away, catch a cab, and go back to the dorms and that would be that. She hoped that he would listen to her. She knew that if he lay even one finger on her, she would feel that spark again. It was like a new drug that she was desperate to try. She wondered what his lips would feel like against hers, what his hand would feel like on the small of her back. She had never felt like this before.



TAGGED::OLLIE
WORDS::1006
OUTFIT::outfit
MUSIC::HOMETOWN GLORY-ADELE

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[oliver dante lefebvre]

he had no idea what the hell he was doing. well, that was a lie. he knew what he was doing. he saving this girl's impeccable little ass. but the question that eluded him was 'why?' why was he out here, in the freezing cold, in some dark, dank alleyway when he could and should be back inside with some girl draping herself all over him and doing things her mother would never want to hear of. he should have been back in there, surrounded by his friends with a bottle of beer in his hands. that thought flashed through his mind as his body launched its way towards the three guys and aaliyah and he almost faltered, thinking maybe he should just turn back and go back inside. she didn't look like she was upset or anything and it wasn't like she was saying no and pushing these guys away. he could leave them and go back inside and be too hungover tomorrow to even remember it. and yet he couldn't. ollie was drawn out there by some inexplicable force and it was that same force that wasn't allowing him to just turn around and leave. this girl had some kind of hold over him and he just hoped desperately that it was the booze and not reality.

there were three of them and only one of him. and they were older and bigger than him. granted, ollie was in fantastic shape, thanks to his fondness for jogging and hitting the gym. but still. three against one? it did not look good for him. but that didn't stop him at all from charging right up to them. when he wanted to, the boy could look more than a bit imposing. a lot of the time it wasn't who was stronger or bigger, it was who thought and acted like they were. and ollie was good at bluffing, especially now when his hormones raged around his body and filled him with anger. his fingers curled into tight fists as he didn't even bother to hesitate in approaching them. the other two guys stumbled aside when he shoved them, more surprised then anything. and ollie was able to rip that guy away partly because he was strong and partly because his adrenaline was gushing throughout his blood stream. the guy looked surprised too, but it was enough for aaliyah to slip away. although she seemed to pause for a moment and stare at him. thinking what, he had no idea. but he was preoccupied at the moment.

blue eyes flickered over to the blonde girl as she walked away from the rest of them. she glanced back at him and he made eye contact with her and felt fairly certain she wasn't going to leave him quite yet. so he turned his attention to the guys. the one who had been so damn close to her was now glaring at ollie. and you know what? he just wasn't in the mood for this. not at all. so his hands reached up to the man's shoulders and pushed him back to the wall, his back hitting it with a satisfying smack. ollie heard the voices of the two others behind him and his head whipped around, eyes filled with unadulterated malice. the two guys got the message and put up their hands in surrender and stepped away from the pair. with them taken care of, ollie turned his head and his attention back to the other guy. he moved forward so they stood toe to toe, both of their broad chests touching and their faces just about as close as his had been to aaliyah's just moments before. ollie was deciding what to do with him when he heard aaliyah's voice, telling him to let him go. his upper lip curled back in a snarl and he said to her, his eyes still trained on the guy,

as you wish.

the guy seemed to take this as a sign that he was released. not so fast ollie thought as he brought his forearm up to the man's chest and pinned him up against the wall with it. his voice was still in that deep, strained tone that made it far more imposing than it usually was. his words came out as harsh whispers.

the lefebvre's do not look kindly on slime. do this again and trust me, there are plenty of crimes that diplomatic immunity exempts me from.

his lips twisted into a sick smile before he pressed hard against his forearm, jolting the guy back against the wall with another smack. then, mildly satisfied, he released him and the three scampered off into the club through the door ollie had come out of, but not before they all shot him glares. how scary. those crazy emotions were still flooding his brain and his body so he stood glued to the spot for a moment, taking several deep breaths. in, out. in, out. slowly his fingers uncurled themselves from fists and he felt himself relaxing. suddenly it was like his adrenaline high was dropping off and exhaustion was sweeping over his body. his shoulder's sagged and a sigh blew out of his lips. the whole night was catching up to him and that plus the alcohol wasn't doing a good thing for his body. as much as he wanted to just relax and go home and go to sleep, he couldn't. he still had aaliyah to deal with.

that girl was already trouble. he should just leave. but he couldn't. even though there was silence between them now, ollie could feel her. not the same way he felt normal things, it wasn't a sensation like touch. it was more so like he could feel her presence. yes, that sounded totally bizarre and completely weird. but it was true none the less. it had been like that in the club too. even though he was surrounded by dozens upon dozens of people, he could feel that she was there. and although this was the first time they were actually meeting, he had known it was her. damn this had better be the alcohol. it had to be. there was no other way to explain this. or maybe there was and he just didn't want to explore that right now. so instead he leaned his now tired body up against the wall of the club, the cold stone was a welcoming sensation on his hot body. he ran a hand through his hair, those light brown locks were now moist with sweat and sticking out in all sorts of directions. finally, he spoke. his voice wasn't the same as before, it was still hard and powerful, but not meant to be intimidating.

you're selfish, you know that right?


this is for aaliyah and it has _1,133 words.the lyrics are from eric hutchinson
and i wanted to let you know that hulk want smash things! hahaha

[AALIYAH MARGARET AUSTERLITZ]

Watching the way he got so mad at the men, a twinge of jealousy appeared. She wished that she could be angry, that she could feel it overwhelm her body to the point that she desired pain on other people as he did. She crossed her arms, uncomfortable at the site. She didn't like violence, but she could imagine the adrenaline that was pumping through his body at the moment. If she was guaranteed that rush, she imagined that she would pursue violence. Her heart beat sped up and her breathing hardened. Her chest rose and fell with every breath. The silk, light blue dress fell limp on her lithe body. Her mind flashed to a time when she was young, maybe six or seven. She was wearing a light pink party dress and she was at her window in her room at her family's estate in Germany. She looked out over the grounds to see a guard fighting with a man trying to get into the party. She clutched the window sill and closed her eyes. When she opened them, they were still fighting. She hid from the party that night. It had been a shame. Her hair had been done up and her pretty pink dress had been wasted. But no one had missed the delicate little girl in her pretty little pink dress. No one came looking for her.

That same little girl closed her eyes once again, not wanting to see Ollie angry. She noticed that she was always shutting her eyes. Was it a defense mechanism of sorts? She always expected that when she opened her eyes, that everything would be different or better, but it never was. Before, when the man had orginially approached her, she had blocked out everything. She had closed her eyes, thinking that maybe she was dreaming and when she woke up, she would be hung over. The young girl did not want to have this memory, she wanted it to be placed in a file in the back of her head where she would never find it. She could spend many hours pouring through her memories and never find it. But the thing about remembering, was that you can never forget. While part of her might have hoped that she would never encounter the site of him so angry in her memories, she knew that she would. She would remember him coming to rescue her. She would not remember the violence, only the pureness of his actions. She imprinted it into her mind, like a tattoo. She then opened her eyes, and as she knew it would be, nothing had changed. He had the man pinned to the wall of the club, yet she just knew that he wasn't going to actually do anything. He had listened to her plea and was obliging. He whispered something angrily to the man, but she was too far away to hear it, nor did she want to hear it.

And then he let them go, and as they quickly entered the club, they simultaneously breathed a sigh of relief. Ollie didn't go with them as she had expected. She walked back to him, having felt that she had moved far enough away from him. He relaxed and so did she. It was around this time that she would have taken out a cigarette, yet she did not. She stood next to him and leaned against the wall in the same manner she had before. This was the closest her body had ever been to his and she could feel the energy between them. In the short space separating them, there was a fire erupting, ready to catch and spread. It was as if nothing had ever happened. No men had come onto her, and no fight had almost erupted. She took out her lighter, her trusty, comforting lighter. Fire had always had a way of enchanting her. She flicked it on and off, gazing at the blue hue and the spark that led to the orange flame. As easily as it was produced, it was sucked back. It was a nervous habit, she was nervous, but she was never nervous. She could hear his heart pounding next to her and she could picture all the blood circulating through his system trying to calm him down. He was worn down, he had spent all his energy on defending her. She watched from the corner of her eye as he ran his hands through his hair. He spoke, and she wished she had been able to drain it as she had been able to do before. Was she selfish? What had she done that was selfish? She wanted to remind him that she had not asked him to rescue her. In fact, had he not rescued her, she would have been content with being hurt. She moved in front of him and ran her fingers through his moist locks as he had done before, her large green eyes gazing up at him. As quickly as she was close to him, she removed herself from him. She couldn't be close to him without feeling like she was going out of her mind. Hotness plagued her body, worse then it had been in the club. Still pondering his comment. She wanted to say, "I'm selfish for stopping you from hurting someone?" She couldn't though. It sounded too harsh. A perplexed look sat on her heart shaped face. She knew that if she closed her eyes right then and there, that a single tear would roll down her cheek. She had never once cried in her life. Not even when she was born. The doctors had thought her dead when she was first born because she hadn't cried. Her mother didn't have the joy of hearing that first wail.

She was tempted to open the door to the club for him, allowing him to leave her. She could then just go home. It would be easy and simple. There would be a girl waiting for him in there, one who could bear to be close to him for more than a minute or so. There would be a girl who actually needed to be rescued. There would be a girl who would know what she wanted to say to him. Aaliyah was none of those girls. She was complex and had more issues than any of them would ever have, yet she was blissfully unaware of them all. Slowly though, it was all unraveling, everything. She could feel the knots begin to loosen. Ignorance was bliss, but this stupid feeling, whatever it was that Ollie was doing to her, had caused awareness. The whole night made sense. Her panic on the dance floor, it had been because of him. Disorientation had overcome her. She wanted her clear green eyes back, not these cloudy ones. And finally she knew what she wanted to say, she had made up her mind. "You did not have to follow me. You could have let them hurt me." She wanted so badly to blame this feeling on drugs or alcohol. It was the feeling she'd always longed for, the one that she was in pursuit of. Besides, she had only had two drinks that night and she hadn't had any drugs in her system in a week. It wasn't chemically possible that this was anything besides her own body having a reaction. It hurt her, but at the same time, this feeling intrigued her. It would be so easy to just put her lips on his.



TAGGED::OLLIE
WORDS::1387
NOTES:: I love them, too much for words.
OUTFIT::outfit
MUSIC::HOMETOWN GLORY-ADELE

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[oliver dante lefebvre]

the noise of her footstep confirmed what ollie already knew - she was walking back this way. even before she had taken that first step, he had known that she was going to come back this way, come back to him. and it wasn't because that was what he expected a normal person to do. aaliyah was clearly far from normal. it was once again just one of those innate things that he knew. it could have in part been his cockiness, his belief that no girl could walk away from him, especially after he just risked his ass to save hers. but aaliyah hadn't stuck around for that part, she had wandered off, not leaving him, but parting with the situation as he dealt with it. he wondered, while she walked toward him, if the violence had made her uncomfortable. plenty of girls he knew would have been overjoyed to have a good looking boy come to their rescue, your modern day damsel in distress. but as he had already established, aaliyah was no normal girl. he didn't think she was as weird as everyone claimed she was. sure, she was different. but ollie had known weirder. and her oddness, while startling, wasn't totally inexplicable. some of the time he got where she was coming from. and some of the time he just didn't understand it at all. but then, did he really understand women at all in the first place? hell no, he didn't even understand himself, so the fact that he didn't fully understand her, that didn't strike him as off or weird.

the adrenaline was gone and what replaced it was this complete feeling of being tired. he wasn't totally exhausted, but somewhere close. it was as if every muscle in his body, which had all been tense and ready for action moments before, was now relaxed and in need of some serious rest and relaxation. that sounded so good right now, to just lay down and let his body rest. his mind flickered back to those moments before where he had been barely aware of what he was doing. chasing after her, pulling the guy back, pinning him against the wall, it had all come to him without his brain questioning it. it was as if at the time he saw no other way to handle things. and he was used to being a jealous guy, but this? this transcended anything he had ever felt. true, he had never really rescued someone like this. but he wasn't even sure if he could call it rescuing since she seemed to not have a problem with those men. but he had seen her, in the split second before he charged forward. he had seen her closed eyes and for the briefest of moments an expression on her perfect face that eluded to the fact that maybe she didn't want this. and that was all the evidence he had needed. and now she was next to him, a foot or two away, her body leaned up against the wall just like his. his eyes shut and he could just feel her. feel her body close to his, every cell on his skin alive and tingling. if she hadn't been there he might've just found a nice spot on the floor for a nap. but with her there, with that electricity running between them, he felt oddly awake. his body was still tired, but it yearned for her. one touch from her and he was sure he would know he had done the right thing.

the lighter came out of her pocket and she toyed with it, which elicited little response from ollie except the wrinkling of his nose in disdain. but this was the girl who didn't fear death but rather welcomed it after all, so the lighter was likely just an amusing little toy to her. she moved in front of him and his blue eyes lit up, a sudden excitement coursing through him once more. her hand reached forward and brushed through his damp mess of hair just the same as he had done. as soon as her hand met his skin his body was alive. all he could think about was how good this felt. without really realizing it, he moved his head into her hand even more, wanting to feel her touch, feel her close. but the euphoria last mere seconds as she instantly recoiled from him, a bizarre look on her pretty little face. had she not been expecting that sensation? because he sure as hell had. you couldn't have this kind of electricity these two had and expect their touch to be the same as everyone else's. he knew he was playing with fire with this girl and he would probably get burned. but he shut his brain up by saying it was the alcohol. that's right, the alcohol.

she had yet to speak and ollie was worried for a moment that she hadn't heard him. but she had, he was sure she had. then, as she stood a bit in front of him, she spoke. he heard her voice more clearly than the last time, in part because she was closer, but mostly because his mind wasn't clouded over in rage. her tone was smooth and melodic and oddly soothing. her words did not surprise him, but they frustrated him none the less. deep blue eyes were trained on her as she spoke, but he soon found himself shaking his head. he thrust his hands into his pockets, resisting the temptation to touch her. instead, he spoke.

see, that's what i mean. selfish. if those guys had hurt you, you claim you would not have cared. but others would have. your mom, for instance. and don't dare tell me she wouldn't care because i know, any mom would. even mine. that's just it, you would have let them hurt you because you wouldn't mind. others would. it's not all about you.

his eyes moved back to hers, checking for understanding. he wanted her to understand what he meant. that even though she claimed she couldn't feel anything or didn't care that didn't mean others couldn't. and there were people out there that cared about her. and hate as he would to admit it, he was one of them. but no, he didn't want to think about that. instead, what he really wanted, was that feeling again. the feeling of her skin to his. so he pulled on of his hands out of the pocket of his pants and put in on her arm, as if testing out to see how she would react. he hadn't realized it when she touched him, but now that his own fingers were on her skin, she was icy cold. he asked her,

you're ice cold, aren't you freezing?

he took a look at her clothes and it was plain to see that they weren't for keeping her warm. they did many other things for her body, which he was painfully aware of, but nothing to keep her warm. his hand still remained on her arm, seeing if she would shrink away once more.


this is for aaliyah and it has _1,241 words.the lyrics are from eric hutchinson
and i wanted to let you know that i completely agree. they're hot together xD

[AALIYAH MARGARET AUSTERLITZ]

Night was a curious thing. It made even the hardest people vulnerable. But standing there with Ollie, an aura of safety surrounded her. She already knew what he was capable of. In addition, when he wasn't angry, he was warm. His eyes revealed more to her than he probably would have wished. They were practically pouring into her own green eyes. There was yearning in both of their eyes. It would be a complete lie for her to look away from him, for she wanted to keep their eyes connected for as long as possible. But then he spoke. Then he damaged her. Selfishness had never occurred to her. For as long as she could remember, selfishness had never stricken her as a characteristic of her personality. But it was; it was a huge part. She did all these things without caring about anyone else but herself. Who would actually care though?

There were her brothers, maybe they'd care. Her sisters sure as hell wouldn't. Most of the time, they avoided conversations about her. When brought up, they would mention how they didn't understand how she was related to them. It was a two way street though, that was how Aaliyah thought about them. Her mother, well her mother was an older, less independent, attention seeking version of herself. Her mother never showed a feeling. But Aaliyah received the impression that her mother had the capacity to feel, she just cried alone. Her father was always off on business, or "business" as they had come to call it. To be frank, there would be no one to care. Besides, had any of them actually cared, they would have shown it by trying to cover it up. No one would ever mention it. It would be like it had never happened. She'd be sent to a discreet psychiatrist and be subscribed some pills. That would be that. Caring never did anyone any good, that was the truth. So she couldn't really be considered selfish, could she? She didn't point this out to him though. It was a lost cause. \Understanding melted through her head. She got it, but with all the factors considered, there was nothing to actually get.

"It's never about me. I never want it to be about me. What did you want me to do? Push them away? You would have come out here anyway and done the exact same thing. And you still don't get it. I would not have felt it. And if I had, I would have been happy, because at least then I would know what it was like to be hurt and feel pain. If anyone is selfish here, it's you."

She had not meant it to sound as bad as it had. Her voice had changed from light, to dark. She had just burst. The young blonde broke the bond that existed between their eyes and looked down at the ground, analyzing each breaking piece of cement. The distinct beat of the bass protruded through the walls like an unwelcome guest. Still, it was quiet. He asked her if she was cold. The only reason why she may have felt cold to him, was because there were mild shivers going up and down her spine. He took one hand out of his pocket and placed it on her arm. She shook her head, she was not cold. The sign of surrendering, if only she could do the same. Her eyes traveled from his hand on her arm, back to his eyes. Utter confusion filled her up. What was he trying to accomplish? Oh, well, the same thing that she was. It was as if they were guinea pigs in an experiment on electricity. They were trying to see what exactly would entail them to feel the way they did, and in what amount. He knew that this contact would send her off the edge. In fact, she expected that he probably knew it would lead her away. She meant to give him a kiss on the cheek for saving her, but her lips ended up brushed against his for barely a quarter of a second. With the flash of her blonde hair, she was on her way.

He was going to break her heart, after she had broken his. She could see it now. She would break his heart, somehow, someway. And then she would be broken. A broken doll. No longer perfect, there would be cracks. With the cracks, came things pouring out. It would be disastrous. She didn't want to be the girl to break his pure heart. Under no circumstances would that happen. It pained her, but it had to be done. She slowly began to walk away from him, one step at a time. Yes, this would work. Her green eyes would take one last look at him, imprint him standing there into her memories, and then it would be over. He would disappear like in the greek myth Orpheus and Eurydice. She would ignore him whenever she saw him. This was self preservation. Nothing good could come from him, except maybe that feeling. That feeling was worth all of the pain and more. Or, that was what she told herself at that moment. Later she would have a totally different perspective on it. She walked back to him for the second time that evening. Quickly this time. It all happened in one swift motion. Arms loosely looped around his neck, their lips met. Her pouty pink lips, and his smooth, soft lips.Feeling ten times what she felt when she was next to him, or touching him, she wanted to stay like this forever. She had never kissed, or been kissed this way ever before. She'd kissed many guys, but none had included passion, or any feeling at all now that she thought about it. This was how it was supposed to be. This crazy feeling that could lead someone to the lightest place. This insane sensation that she had been deprived of.

TAGGED::OLLIE
WORDS::1015
NOTES:: XD. they need a couple name like brangelina.
OUTFIT::outfit
MUSIC::HOMETOWN GLORY-ADELE

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[oliver dante lefebvre]

damn it, this girl was frustrating. she was more than frustrating, but ollie didn't have a word for that. she was frustrating because she didn't see how she was being selfish. she couldn't understand that other people could care for her because it seemed that she cared little for anyone else. and ollie was choosing this girl to suddenly get swept up with feelings for? that was really why he was angry, and he knew it. he was pissed at himself for giving in. for going after her. he wasn't upset that he had saved her, even if she hadn't wanted it, or hadn't needed it as she claimed. as screwed up as his morals might have been, he still knew what was right and wrong. just a lot of the time he was able to subdue his conscious and act according to what he wanted, not to what he felt was right. if he did that, well, he'd be a much different guy. and he might still be that guy, but not now. not in high school when his siblings still overshadowed him. he sometimes felt like there were so many of them that unless he acted like a royal ass, nobody would even know his name. there was that phrase, 'nice guys finish last' and you could say ollie had taken that to heart. but on occasion to real him would slip out, like it had done just now. and that worried him, that this girl who he barely even knew, was able to elicit this response from him.

i'm selfish, and i know it. i just - you know what? never mind.

ollie shook his head, she wouldn't understand. and that was just something he was going to have to accept. but her tone when she spoke to him, it made him smile. and why, well that was the weirdest reason. he smiled because her words, they hurt. and they hurt not just because of what she said but how she said them. she said them in a tone that differed from her light, airy, space cadet one. this one sounded harsher and somewhere close to being serious. it conveyed an emotion, and even though it wasn't a good one, ollie didn't mind. because he had finally gotten an actual reaction of this girl who he was beginning to wonder if she ever felt anything. but finally, it looked like she did. she felt the implication of his words, and what's more, they had an effect on her. and while that had not been exactly what ollie was going for, it was something, and he wasn't going to look a gift horse in the mouth. and he knew he had really gotten through to her when her gaze dropped down to the ground. he missed seeing her violent green eyes staring back at his own, they were hypnotizing. and dangerous. just like the rest of her was. every inch of this girl screamed danger and ollie knew she was bad news for him. that he should just walk away now, because as hard as that seemed now, it would be impossible if he let things continue.

but that was the thing that made her so dangerous, she was so intoxicating that he was too curious to leave. the shake of her head was enough to pull him out of his thoughts. he supposed that this girl didn't really feel much if she didn't feel cold because she was freezing. his protective instinct was there in the back of his mind, telling him he ought to get her somewhere warm. it was wet out here and with her already as cold as she was, she could definitely get sick. but what was he, her mother? hell no. he was just any other guy, trying to get in her pants. but even as he thought that, he knew it wasn't true. sure, he wouldn't mind that at all, no guy in their right mind would with a girl that looked like aaliyah did. but this thing that was between them, it was much more than sexual tension. and that ollie knew for sure, he had had quite a lot of experience in that department.

his eyes were on her face, waiting for her reaction. and he got one. her lips came as if they were intended for his cheek, but instead brushed against his lips. it was the faintest of kisses but it was more than enough to leave the boy electrified. every cell in his body was renewed with this sort of electricity. it was a sensation he found both terrifying and exciting and he wasn't quite sure what to make of it. but it wasn't like he had much of a choice, she was already walking away. ollie folded his arms across his chest - maybe she had more self control than he did. she could actually realize that she was getting in too deep and remove herself from the situation. but he doubted that. he had felt what that kiss had done to him, and even its effect had been muted on aaliyah, it still would have been something. he watched her walk away and damn, it was a mighty fine consolation prize. his heart pounded in his chest, demanding she come back. his body yearned for that jolt when they touched.

and then, it was as if his wish had been granted. she turned and moved quickly back to him. and this time he knew what was coming. he was getting a second kiss and another chance at ecstasy. the blonde approached him and draped her arms around him, similarly to the girl he had been dancing with before. but that girl had not made him react the same way, shivers moving throughout his body at the touch of her skin to his. and then their lips met in a kiss that swept ollie up in it completely. all other thoughts flew out of his head as his brain was flooded with happiness, pure happiness. with a little bit of lust thrown in there for good measure. he was, after all, a teenage boy. his body reacted instinctively and he brought one hand up to cup the side of her cheek, his slightly rough hands meeting the soft skin with yet another shoot of electricity. his other hand wrapped around to her back, falling on the small of her back and pulling her to him as he deepened the kiss and gave every on screen romantic kiss a run for its money. nothing else mattered for the moment, save the girl wrapped in his arms' and lips' embrace.



this is for aaliyah and it has _1,114 words.the lyrics are from eric hutchinson
and i wanted to let you know that bow chicka wow wow

[AALIYAH MARGARET AUSTERLITZ]

Her eyebrows furrowed at his obvious frustration with her. Everyone was like this, they all were frustrated with her. They were frustrated by her silence, they were even more frustrated by her vague and dreamy wonderings when she did talk, they were frustrated by her beauty, and most of all, they were frustrated by her apparent inability to understand, as the boy standing before her was. She understood many things, but apparently he didn't think that. He probably thought she was too spacey to see other peoples' feelings. Oh, she could see them alright. It wasn't like she was so oblivious that she didn't talk because she didn't know what was going on. What most people couldn't understand about her, was that when she wasn't talking, she wasn't staring off into space, she was listening. Listeners were hard to come by. Not friends who will listen and give advice, but people who spend all day listening to what everyone around them said. Aaliyah was one of those people. She was a firm believer that humans weren't meant to talk, they were only animals, their mean of expression were the emotions they conveyed on their faces.

She could picture herself yelling at him for his sudden rejection to finishing his statement. But for some reason, she just couldn't bring herself to do that. You know how frustrated people get with me? Of course you do, because you're frustrated with me right now. Well, why can't you just finish what you wanted to say? I understand a lot more than people give me credit for. That was what she probably would have said, or that's what her brain thought. But she didn't say that. He was making her angry. It was as if all of a sudden, she'd snapped out of the place she had been in for her entire life. There were no more cryptic words coming out of her mouth, all she could feel was anger. This was not the person she was, he was doing this to her. She said nothing, she just shook her head angrily. The young girl would always wonder what he would have said had he not stopped, but she knew she would never know. And then she realized that she knew nearly nothing about him. She had heard a few rumors here and there that he was a player, but apparently every guy at the academy was a player, so she never believed any of it. And if he turned out to be a player, it wouldn't matter. Or would it? She didn't know. Would he hurt her?

Why do you think I won't understand? She asked him lightly.
Not looking for any particular answer, and not actually wanting to hear any answer, she pretended that she had not asked him that. But she was curious anyway.For some reason, whatever it may be, she wanted him to be open with her, even though she did not grant him the luxury of the same. She was, after all, holding back. She wasn't yelling at him, she wasn't being open with him.

And then all that vanished because not only were their lips touching, but their bodies were intertwined. She could feel the warmth coming off of his body. One of his strong hands pressed her to him, their bodies so close that she felt safe. The other hand cupped her cheek tenderly. The tightness left, the tension gone. She melted for a few brief minutes that were not enough. Her hands moved through his soft hair. It was as if there was no tomorrow, that this was it. So many emotions ran through her at once: passion, hunger, relaxation, lust, warmth, and more that she could not identify. It felt like her lips were meant to be on his. She didn't want to let go because she never wanted this feeling to go away. She just knew that he felt the same way and he deepened the kiss to the point where a light moan escaped her. It would be terrifyingly easy to just get in a taxi and go back to her dorm or his dorm. She was by no means a virgin, but in some ways she was. She didn't remember her first time because she hadn't thought it a big deal. She just woke up the morning after naked with a guy she didn't know, but had danced with. She didn't remember what had actually happened, but it was clear to her that she was no longer a virgin. There had been others too, but she couldn't remember them either. She had a slight memory of the act, it had been great, especially because most of the time she had been on drugs, but she didn't remember what it actually felt like. Aaliyah was aware that most teenage boys were only after sex, but this felt different, Ollie was different. This feeling between them was real, both of them wanted it, not just him.

The young girl felt so vulnerable that she knew there was a possibility that could happen. 99.9% of her yearned for it. Her body wanted to feel his body without the boundaries of clothes. But there was still that .1% that feared it. It was the .1% that had made her walk away from him before. It was the .1% that could make her walk away from him now. Because the .1% was fear. The .1% knew how easy it would be to fall in love with him. And love would destroy her; he would destroy her. She could already feel herself falling and fast. She tried her hardest to remove her lips from his, but simply couldn't. It wasn't like taking off a shirt, it was breaking everything. She managed to remove her lips from his, just for a minute. Her eyes opened and looked into his, searching for an answer on whether she should walk away, or stay with him. Whether he would break her heart or whether she would break his. Her hands still tenderly ran through his hair. Her breathing was oddly slow and deep. I think- But she didn't finish her sentence, their lips met again and the decision was already made. The sparks ran through her body again, and she just knew.


TAGGED::OLLIE
WORDS::1048
OUTFIT::outfit
LISTENING TO::HOMETOWN GLORY- ADELE
CREDIT TO::RORA @ HOS

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