So, Here's a Thing

So, I just got off break, and to say the least, it was interesting. Allie, my waifu, and I kinda (really) ship our OCs (original character) together. If you don't know who her character is, here's a link to her (somewhat) description. Mine, well, I'll explain that a little later. I'm lazy as heckie. But you got glimpses of them in my Vital Vocabs. Bea, and Anthony. So, over break, we basically just wrote one-shots to each other about them, which was pretty great. For those who don't know what one-shots are, it's pretty much a tiny fanfic, usually one page long.
So anywho, I wanted to post two here. Why two? Well, Allie sent me a really sad one from Anthony's point of view, and then I wanted to continue it from Bea's. So, here's the result. First one is by Allie, and the second, by me. Here ya go:

"Bea, wait!  Wait, I-- I didn't know--"
"Next time, figure it out."  She shrugged me off and kept walking.
"Wait, I-- Please, I..."  I trailed off, and she disappeared down the hallway.  "I'm sorry...."
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That night, I was heading to my room when I passed her in the hall.  I kept my eyes down, hands in my pockets, discreet, unobtrusive.  I wanted to think she'd stopped, done a double-take, just a small one.  Where was I going?  I hadn't slept in my room in ages.  But in reality I knew she probably hadn't even looked up.
And so I went to bed in a room that hardly even felt mine anymore.  For a long time, I didn't sleep.  But I tried.  Lord, did I try.
Late that night, there was a knock on the door.  I hesitated, trying not to get my hopes up.  It wasn't her.  She wouldn't come back, not to me.  She deserved better and we both knew it.
But there she was.  Waiting.  She'd had a nightmare.  She wouldn't meet my eyes.  Gently, I pulled her in, wrapped my arms around her, told her I was sorry.  I was so sorry.  I didn't know what I was doing, I never had, I'd tried to tell her that in the beginning.  She should have listened.  She should listen now.
Instead, she pulled me close, kissed my cheek.  It was okay.  She didn't forgive me, not completely, things weren't perfect, but they were okay.  We were okay.  And we went to bed, keeping close to each other.  And we slept better this time.
That morning, I woke up slowly, light pouring in through the drapes.  I was curled up, my head off the pillow.  I had blankets wound tightly around me.  And I was alone.
Completely alone.
But that didn't make sense.  She, she came....She'd had a nightmare....
And then it hit me.  The distortion of my room, the strangeness when talking, the color in my hair...it was a dream.  All a dream.  What was I thinking?  She never would have come, not for me.  We were back to where we were, back to yesterday.  She hated me.  I'd screwed up, just like with everybody else.  I was stupid to hope this could last.  I knew better.
It was always too good to last.


It had been two weeks since we stopped talking. Two weeks that my behavior got worse, and so did my drinking. I would spend my nights at bars drinking away his face, and in the morning I would miss training. I rarely saw him and when I did I would keep my head down, shoulders hunched.
One night I passed him in a small hallway, barely brushing his shoulder. His hands were shoved into his pockets and he kept his head down. 
So did I.
But when he passed I stopped and turned, looking at him. He kept going, quiet, keeping to the side of the wall. I wanted to say something but...no. A flash of anger made me grit my teeth and I turned, continuing on my way.
I didn't sleep that night and by dawn I was up, pacing the halls with open doors, no occupants. Although, one was closed. Anthony.
I stopped, though I knew I should have kept walking. I leaned in, closing my eyes and trying to hear anything.
"Bea....Bea.....I'm sorry....we're okay......." I felt my chest tighten as I realized he was dreaming. I leaned against the opposite wall, staring at the closed door. Emotions stirred through me, anger, betrayal, sadness, pity, love, and regret. I closed my eyes, trying to shut the thoughts out but then the door opened, and I snapped my eyes open, meeting his.
He looked as bad as I felt. Both of our hair was messed up, sticking up at random places, bags under our eyes.
"B...Bea....?" He whispered, sounding as if he got punched in the gut. And then he had his arms wrapped around me and his face in my messy hair, murmuring something quietly, almost too quiet to hear, but I realized he was just saying it over and over again, mashing the words together.
"I'msorryI'msorryI'msorryI'msorryI'msorryI'msorryI'msorryI'msorryI'msorryI'msorryI'msorryI'msorry--" I shook my head, just a tiny bit and he stopped.
"It's okay." I whispered into his shirt, closing my eyes. "W...we're okay." And his body shuddered, almost as if those words broke a spell and then he was crying. Silent tears, but I knew they were there, dampening my hair and I held him tight, knowing that it was true.
Although we were broken, we would be okay.


This oneshot thingy merbob gave me so many feels guys, I can't even process it. This pairing just...just...it's perfect. In every way. Here's my emotions of this ship:

Courtesy of Tumblr

So anywho, I hope you liked it. I certainly did.

Today Isn't Just a Love Day!

 So, today is Valentine's Day! Woooo! It's my fictional character's birthday yeah! :D Her name is Amelia, and she's pretty awesome. Her full name is a bit of a mouthful, though. "Amelia Valentine Raven Holmes Noel". Whew. Anywho, here's a bit of her story!

She has brown eyes and blonde hair, like her mother and father. When she grew up, she was given mind control by her mother, and later learned earth/metal bending. She's smart and stubborn, swears a lot. Although, she can be very nice though, but it takes time for her to warm up. She refuses to listen to things she doesn’t like (heh).

Another flaw of Amelia is that she doesn’t listen to orders, and can get ahead of herself. Also she can be a bit over-confident, earned from her father. Here's a bunch of other stuff that's just fluff to her character:

She is tall, and thin. At age of five Bea decided to give her mind control because it seemed as if she didn’t have a power, which crushed Amelia. But at age 10, She bended earth. Since then she tried to bend metal, a really hard task, and then perfected it at age 13. Her weapon is a metal pole which she bends to different things in different situations.

Amelia is very stubborn, and she doesn’t listen to things that make her mad (which is a lot of things). People often joke about her being deaf. She is known as a ‘daddy’s girl’, and loves her father very much. She loves her mom too, but they get into heated arguments a lot. She protects her siblings (Keller and Dakota - twins) with a fierce passion, and will give her life for them. Helped name her brother, and gave him the nickname of Bear.

She wears pink jeans and a white sweater, and converse of pink. She has a headband that is striped pink and white, and her favorite holiday is of course, Valentine’s day. :3 She seems girly, but is very tough, except towards her dad and with pink. She has headphones around her neck always, which are pristine white; a pink iPod is with her too. She usually uses that to tune people out. A backpack that is pink is with her, full of things such as bandages and things, and a vial of poison she concocted herself.

Here's a picture of her outfit, made by myself :3

Thanks for reading about my character! Have a nice daaay!!

Hello Friends~

Here's another vital vocab. This ones a little sad uvu

         I closed my eyes and sighed, watching Bea disappear around the corner of the hall. Dammit, why did she have to be so oblivious? Or maybe...it was just me. I never was quite good with the whole affection thing. Bad memories floated around my head and I shook them out quickly, pacing the halls. Maybe I should just quit on her...
       I rubbed my temples, the thought leaving my head as soon as it came. I knew I couldn’t. I fell hard for Bea Holmes and I was stuck with the consequences. Consequences being...
       “Oh, Anthony!” I looked up, my honey colored eyes meeting the dark brown ones of Tyler Noel, Bea’s partner. I swallowed another sigh, straightening. “Mmh?” I answered him. He smiled brightly at me, walking towards me.
       “Did you hear the news?” The spark in his eyes, the grin, his voice. To anyone else it sounded like good news. To me everything he said was ominous. I raised an eyebrow, too tired to answer him. He carried on anyway.
       “I proposed to Bea!” My heart stopped, my breath catching in my throat. “And she said yes! I can’t believe it!” I couldn’t either. Nor could I find my voice. “Speechless, eh? Me too, frankly. Well anyway, catch you later!” He brushed past me, and left. I found myself stuck to the tiles my feet were on. Everything was quiet, except my head. Inside, everything was screaming, swirling, twisting. I felt sick.
       I finally made myself move. Where? I didn’t know. I had to get out of this place though. Where? Who knew. Maybe if I ostracized myself for a bit, cleared my head, I could...I could...could what? Forget? Instead of the entrance of the base I found myself at my room, then my bed. I blinked and found the orthodox walls were oblique. Slowly I realized I had collapsed onto my bed, the brown blankets soft against my cheek. I closed my eyes.
      “Bea...” I murmured, trying to make everything stop spinning. But I couldn’t. Why?
     The girl I was in love with was going to marry someone else.