Catching Sparks (Aubrey&Lance)

[CLAIRE HUNTER]

Wont You Break Me
And then Tell Me How To Love You

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Claire took a quick glance at herself in her bedroom mirror, she hadn't really bothered too much with looking nice to nice, she didn't really both most nights to look nice. It just wasn't her to go out of her way to please other's eyes no matter who they were and what they meant to her. Claire was wearing a black skirt, plain and clung to the body nicely but neither could you consider it to be whorish when teamed with a pain of dark cotton tights and a plain white tank top that was half tucked and untucked. On her feet was her usual pair of black biker boots made with thick black leather and metal buckles, with a inch thick wedge that gave a little more height. Claire's hair was as it always was, down, hanging loosely around the middle of her long neck and framing her face.

The slap of her boots as they hit her laminated floor was just enough to cause her father to shout something inaudible but not important- not important to her anyway. Claire grabbed her leather jacket and keys, shoving them deep into her pocket before leaving her room and shutting the door. She wouldn't bother to turn off the light, she didn't fancy even the slight second of darkness. Precautions precautions that's what it was all about, at least when it was dark related. Turning on her heel she began to shuffle down the steps, the television from the living room was blasting out grunts and what sounded like an announcer. Her dad and brother must have been watching wrestling again.

“I will be back later.” Claire called out but just as her father asked about her whereabouts she had already left through the door. Claire had complained about Aubrey too much to her dad to then tell him she was going to his house, and even so he had pissed her off once again. Claire opened the iron gate towards her navy motorcycle, her baby and the love of her life, everyone that knew her understood that. Swinging her leg over the rather bulky machine, straddling it as she placed both her yellow leather gloved hands on the handles.

The roar of it's engine once Claire had fired it up was animalistic, it was an exciting sound that she had not bored of ever since her first ride. Aubrey had invited her over to watch a film, maybe it was his way of apologising for being a complete ass all the time, but little did he know that Claire had called and invited Lance to this little movie night, she didn't want to be stuck with him alone if they managed to end up in another argument and Claire also enjoyed Lance's company believe it or not.

Pulling the black helmet over her head before setting off towards Aubrey's house, he didn't live that far away but Claire would take up any chance to get on her bike and it saved her some time to get their before nightfall. Already the sun had started to set and the sky had become a dim grey and darker clouds were visible to the west, rather than it's usual bright blue which had become so familiar in these summer days. It was the same with the temperature, the wind had started to pick up and Claire could only just notice the small droplets of water on her helmet cover.

Taking a sharp turn to the left Claire had arrived just outside his house. Reluctantly she turned off bike's engine and swung her leg back over till both her feet hit the concrete path. She had sent the directions to Aubrey's house to Lance and hoped he would arrive soon. Tugging the helmet off and sliding it under her arm whilst her free hand shoved her key's back into her coat pocket. ”Should of brought the wrench.” Claire muttered as she made her way to his front door, her knuckles knocking against it a little too hard for comfort.

“Open up, It's starting to rain.” Claire half shouted, whilst rubbing her lips together, they were thinly covered in a fruit balm that only gave a slight pink color, her light blue eyes darted around his front porch, whilst she began to lightly jump when the wind picked up once again.

Like Anybody Else Would

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Notes: Blahblahblah xD
Wordcount:730
Tagged: Aubrey, Lance
Lyrics Evans Blue – Beg
Muse: Highish
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[AUBREY VALENTINE]

He was sat on his bed, three large body pillows propping him up and his legs were crossed, one over the other. In his lap was a sketch pad - one of his various others that were hidden within the labyrinth of his room. His room was such a mess, it was a wonder he could find anything in there. Though, he still managed to.

Beside him, hogging a good portion of the bed, was his baby he named Marco. The large Great Dane was resting on its side, its large head buried beneath the pillows in hopes to block out the obnoxious noise that blasted from Aubrey's sound system. Though, to him, that obnoxious sound was music. A mix CD filled with Chiodos, Slipknot, Disturbed, Three Days Grace, Saliva, and many many other bands. A mix CD he had made for days such as this. Days where the parents whisked away the demon of the house - Carina, his sister - to suit her horrid needs.

Today they were taking her shopping for clothes and then they were going to head out to a movie and then dinner. Lunch was mixed in somewhere, as well which made for an all day trip to a city near by. Aubrey was originally going to go. He could use more art supplies, candy, music, and other luxuries he barely had a chance to grab. However, he changed his mind after he had, once again, pissed off someone that he didn't exactly like pissing off. Though, with a certain trait of his, he seemed to always be dancing around land mines. It was almost impossible to not piss her off. Sometimes, he didn't blame her.

This was one of those times. So, instead of taking the chance to waste his parent's money and attempt to torture Carina, he invited Claire over for a movie night in hopes to make up for the crap he made her go through the other day. Earlier, right after his parents and Carina had set out on their trip, he had gone to a cheap movie rental place and rented five movies: Friday the 13th (the newer version), Wolfman, Paranormal Activity, Halloween (the newer version), and Nightmare on Elm Street (the original). All of which were some of Aubrey's favorite horror movies. Why did he pick five? The more he rented, the better the chance he would have picked something that Claire would like. Why horror movies? They were amazing make-up movies. If he got lucky, he'd have Claire squirming in his arms, their previous argument forgotten. Though, she was a tough chick. It wouldn't surprise him if she wasn't squirming like a worm or clinging to him as if the monsters from the movie could be lurking within his own home. He could still wish, couldn't he?

As the harsh sound of Is It Progression if a Cannibal Uses a Fork? by Chiodos died down to the soft tune of Snuff by Slipknot, Aubrey was pulled from his thoughts and the mechanical movement of his pencil across paper stopped. Blinking, he hadn't even realized he had been drawing. He thought he had stopped as soon as his mind crossed the line of zoning out. Glancing down at the paper, he gave a sigh of relief when he noticed that he had not murdered the drawing he had started before.

Though, the drawing had taken an unexpected turn. He wasn't exactly sure what he wanted to go with but it wasn't two people cuddling on a couch. He wasn't exactly sure what to make of it. A frown fell upon his lips as he looked down at it. It wasn't that he disliked the drawing, he just disliked the feeling that it gave him. A hallow feeling in his gut. He ripped the drawing out of the sketch book and got up, throwing the sketch book back onto his bed. He walked over to the large cage that held his ferrets Ruse and Clementine. Lacing his fingers through the small mesh fencing of the cage, he carefully lifted it up and stuffed the drawing under the base. This was the main hiding place for drawings he didn't want others to find. Slowly, he set the cage down and watched as the two ferrets recovered from the sudden tilt.

The only sign that gave away Claire's arrival was Marco. The large head popped out from under the pillows, ears perked up in attention as it heard the faint purr of her motorcycle over the noise. Aubrey certainly couldn't hear it. He only noticed after a quick bark left Marco and the large dog scampered out of his room in hopes of greeting the girl first.

He chuckled lightly and followed the great dane out after he had turned his stereo off and slipped on a black shirt to match his faded blue jeans. It wasn't the first time Claire had met Marco. Aubrey was just glad that his dog adored the girl almost as much as he did.

He found the large dog pawing at the door, barking like a mad man. With a light shove with his hip, Aubrey pushed Marco aside enough to wedge the door open. "Yeah, yeah. I'm here, I'm here," he greeted her with his classic smirk before he was pushed to the side as Marco rushed out to give his own greeting to Claire. He rose onto his back legs in an attempt to give her a 'hug' which was placing his front paws on her shoulders. "Hey, hey, hey! Marco, don't knock her over and I only think it to be fair that I get a hug from her first. Or something. She is my angel after all." By calling her an angel, he was hoping on wining over her good side that way it would be less likely a fight would break out between them later on.

The only thing that Marco did to acknowledge Aubrey's words was hitting his hip with his happily wagging tail. "Ow, ow, ow," he repeated which each swat the tail landed against him, "I hope you're happy. You have my dog brain washed," he chuckled a little as he joked.

His eyes skimmed her outfit. He didn't expect anything fancy and was actually quite pleased with what she wore. Not like he'd let her know. A soft snort escaped him before his eyes glanced up at the sky. Hopefully a storm wasn't rolling in So far, it just looked like rain. "Come on, come in." He tugged on Marco's collar a little to get him off of Claire and back into the house. He stepped to the side, holding the door open for Claire like a gentleman.


tag(s):

[/color] Claire and Lance
credit:[/color] grace @ caution 2.0
lyrics:[/color] Is It Progression If a Cannibal Uses a Fork? by Chiodos
outfit:[/color] A loose, black shirt and faded blue jeans - nothing too special.
word count:[/color] A lot
comments:[/color] I didn't mean to make it so long. Hopefully it's not too rambley or bad.
music:[/color] Same as the lyrics[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote][/font][/justify]

[LANCELOT KINGS]

[bg=e0b4ca][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,500,true] Welcome! It was nothing special. At least, that's what Lance had told his parents. He told them that he was going to be out with his friends. A sigh escaped the boy's lips as he walked out of the bathroom, taking a glance at himself in the body mirror that hang on the doorway. His hair was in a ponytail from earlier, when it was quite hot outside. Lance took off the ponytail and let his hair down, watching as the purple strands fell down to his waist. For some reason, his parents didn't want him to cut his hair. Why? Because they were weirdos. He remembered hearing that his parents dressed him up as a girl when he was younger. They said that it was because he took dancing when he was younger but that didn't mean they had to cross dress him. The boy walked over to his desk where his laptop sat, Claire had told him that she would send the address of the place where they were supposed to watch a movie. He looked at the wall clock hanging overhead and logged in quickly into his email account. He worked pretty fast, scanning through the junk in his Inbox. It was then that he saw the mail that was sent to him, he clicked it open and scanned through the letter, taking it in as if it was the smell of newly baked chocolate. He clicked the 'Print' button and walked over to his parents' room where the printer was located. The boy had an eidetic memory, meaning he could recall images with... Accurate details, most of the time. But he had to print it anyway to waste ink since he was the person who could get distracted quite easily. He walked back to his room and paused, noticing how messy his room was. It was clattered with papers, sketches, brushes, books, notebooks, paint, posters. He blinked, wondering how he had just noticed this now. Oh well. He could clean up later, or tomorrow.. Or next week.. Whenever he felt like it. He turned off his laptop before walking out, grabbing his phone and his wallet, dumping them into his bag full of sweets and chocolate before taking his leave, saying a quick goodbye to his parents. Taking a step out of the house, he looked around for his car, frowning. He remembered that it was out for repair. 'I guess I'm walking...' As he walked, drops of water fell onto the boy's head. He was still quite far away. Looking down on the directions again, he sped up, almost running. By the time he got there, it was already showering. Luckily, he had brought an umbrella with him.. Though he only remembered halfway through. He wasn't that wet. Then again, he wasn't that dry either. Looking at Aubrey and Claire at his porch, he ran towards them and aimed to tackle-hug the girl. "Waaaaaaaah?! Claiireee! The rain attacked me!!!" The boy complained, flailing his arms before looking at Aubrey. "Well, hiya?!"

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[CLAIRE HUNTER]

Wont You Break Me
And then Tell Me How To Love You

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Claire waited outside impatiently, the patter of the raindrops against her leather jacket and helmet was coming to the brink of annoying, it looked like a storm was brewing and the worst thing about a storm, minus the rather loud cracking that was caused through thunder was the grey clouds. They caused premature darkness. Claire’s foot patted against the concrete repeatedly, the slap of her thick heels violent. “Wish you would hurry your lazy ass up!” she shouted through the closed door, maybe he could guess that she hadn’t forgiven him yet, but then again that would give him more reason to pull on his charm.

The faint sound of a dog’s bark finally caused a smile to appear of Claire’s expression. Aubrey’s dog Marco was gorgeous. Having a dog herself she had always been fond of the canines, especially the big ones and Marco was huge, what else would you expect out of a Great Dane. The burnout got a quick glimpse of Aubrey’s light hair and his classic smirk that if she was in a good enough mood would have made her melt, but right now was just aggravating. “You took your sweet time.” Claire began but before she could take another stab she was knocked back by the weight of Marco climbing on her for a hug.

“Marco!” Claire’s sour façade was replaced by a much more cheerful side, using her hands to rub his side’s, her head leaned forward as she gave Marco a ‘non touching’ Eskimo kiss. The depressing thing was that the dog was taller than her when he stood up, the thought made a laugh escape her lips as Claire managed somehow to pry the dog from her and place all four of his paws back onto the ground. She had noted Aubrey’s words carefully, he was definitely trying to make up or maybe he wasn’t in the mood for another argument. “Try to keep us ‘Angels’ to a minimum.” Claire shot back at his constant flirting, she couldn’t count the times he has called a girl ‘angel’ that wasn’t her.

Claire bent back down to Marco’s level, which didn’t need much bending at all if you took in his size. “He can‘t help falling for my ways” she laughed scratching the dogs head and then behind his ear, muttering ‘good boy’ and other’s very similar. Slowly and reluctantly Claire’s blue eyes looked over Aubrey, despite all the arguments she couldn’t quite hate him completely, he had a way with her that no one else did. She adored him.

Taking a step forward to into the shelter of Aubrey’s home, through the first step Claire then noticed a purple blur in the corner of her eye as it came thundering towards her. Turning her head just in time to catch the tackle hug that knocked her forward a few feet and almost knocking into Aubrey. A failed domino effect. “Aha, hey there Lance.” Claire forced out through trying to escape out a breathe of air. The tackle hug had knocked the wind out of her. Freeing an arm out she wrapped it around him to return his hug. “I’m sure Aubrey will save you from the rain.” Claire smirked towards her white haired companion.

” I hope you don’t mind, I invited Lance.” Pulling herself back from Lance, her hand ruffled his hair very gently, taking his hand in a friendly way she lead him into Aubrey’s home, out from the rain, Claire gave Aubrey a pat on the shoulder for holding the door open, he was being so nice that Claire now felt bad for actions. Maybe she’d make it up to him tonight- that is if he carries on with the good behaviour…if not…she’d just have to hit him with something….maybe Lance?

Tugging at the sleeve’s of her leather jacket that had clung to her damp torso caused by the rain, sliding the jacket off and hanging it on her arm casually. “What do you have in mind for us Aubrey?” Claire span on her heel to look at him, a playful look in her eyes knowing that he might not like the idea of the new company joining. Lance was good company and if things got out of hand she could have someone to hug or have them restrain her from hitting him.

Like Anybody Else Would

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Notes: Naww I liked your post! XD it was sweet, as was Lances.
Wordcount:733
Tagged: Aubrey, Lance
Lyrics Evans Blue – Beg
Muse: Highish
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[AUBREY VALENTINE]

Try to keep us 'Angels' to a minimum.

Oh, ouch. It seemed that this little puppy still had some bite left in her. Dramatically, he gripped his shirt that lay over his heart as he tilted his head to the side, gazing at her with sad eyes and pouted lips. "Ow, babe. That got me right here," he hit his chest lightly, still gripping his shirt, "You know that you're my only true angel. The one with the softest wings and brightest halo." Normally, he would have reached out to rest a light hand on her cheek but with the mood she seemed to still be in, he didn't want to risk it. Instead, he crossed his arms over his chest, watching her give all the attention to Marco, a soft smirk still gracing his lips. All the while, the black and white dane was lavishing in the attention, soaking it up as if it was the summer sun with his tail thrashing about happily.

"I don't think anyone can help falling for your ways. Don't I get a hug, too?" He took another hit at trying to charm his girl into a lovely mood. He really didn't want to have to deal with abuse - mentally, emotionally, or physically - tonight. He just wanted to chillax on the couch, watch a scary movie, and forget about his flirting problem. If only for a couple of hours.

He had moved aside, his arm stretched across the door to hold it open to let Claire in. Though, just as she was about to walk in, a purple flash caught his attention.

No.

Reflexively, he opened his arms to catch the tumbling people, eyes falling onto Lance none to happily. It didn't look as if they'd be alone anymore. This was not going over well with this white-haired teenager. Looks like he was going to be busting out the candy early just to keep himself in check and his attitude in line. And now he'd have to share his stash with Lance. Claire, he didn't mind so much. But he wasn't sure he had enough for himself, Claire, and Lance. Though, sharing his candy wasn't the only thing he was upset about with sharing with Lance. He also had to share his time with Claire with the unruly guy. Usually, he wouldn't be this upset to see the purple-haired boy but today was just not the day.

"Hey there, Lance," He forced through a clenched jaw, hands slipping into the pockets of his jeans. He honestly tried to sound cheery to see him. Though, it may have sounded more like he was in pain. Luckily Marco was there to try and take the attention away from the now distressed and pissed off Aubrey.

Wagging his tail slightly, the large great dane started to sniff curiously at Lance. It didn't take long before the tail wagging sped up to a happy pace.

"Yes, yes. Aubrey will save you from the rain. Come on, just get your butts in here before you two get soaked and have to sit on the floor." The pat on the shoulder felt like a slap to the face to him. Though, that could have just been his melodramatic side screaming that he should get what he wanted. Though, he just plastered an overly sweet smile to his face, watching Claire. "Nope. Don't mind at all," he said with that fake smile tilting his head to the side slightly. He closed the door once both of them had entered his domain.

He followed them farther into the house, pointing to the couch in front of the large TV. "Movie night in the living room. I have popcorn, candy, soda, and I can order some pizza if you want?" He glanced over at Lance for a moment before watching Claire take her jacket off. He held out his hand toward her, silently offering to take the article of clothing so she didn't have to worry about. "I rented Friday the 13th, Wolfman, Paranormal Activity, Halloween, and Nightmare on Elm Street. The best of the best when it comes to the horror flicks." A light chuckle escaped him as he offered her his classic, devious smirk before his eyes jumped to Lance to see how he reacted to the idea of horror films.

He started to make his way to the kitchen, Marco circling around Claire and Lance for a moment before deciding to follow Aubrey. Though, he stopped short, quickly turning to face the two again. "Make yourself comfortable, okay? Claire, you can go ahead and pick out a movie and put it in while I get the snacks. What do you two want to drink? We have cola, mountain dew, monster, and juice."

He was still sporting an overly sweet smiling, trying to seem as hospitable as possible. He didn't want to give Claire a reason to hit him quite yet.


tag(s):

[/color] Claire and Lance
credit:[/color] grace @ caution 2.0
lyrics:[/color] Is It Progression If a Cannibal Uses a Fork? by Chiodos
outfit:[/color] A loose, black shirt and faded blue jeans - nothing too special.
word count:[/color] A lot
comments:[/color] Lance is just too adorable for his own good. And Nimisky, your posts make me laugh xD
music:[/color] Always by Saliva[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote][/font][/justify]

[LANCELOT KINGS]

[bg=e0b4ca][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,500,true] Welcome! The impact of the hug made the boy go 'oof' with slight shock. A small smile appeared on the boy's face once the girl had returned the hug. Once the girl said her greeting, his hug loosened up. he stopped flailing his arms before glancing back outside where the rain was starting to pound on the grass and the cement. When the girl let go and finished ruffling his purple nest of hair, he bowed down for a second to Aubrey. So, he didn't know that he was coming and they were staying at his house. That's enough of a reason to bow down for a respectable greeting. "Sorry for coming without having your permission.." With those seven words, he got back up and smiled cheerily. "Oh, and thanks?" he barely had the time to explain the thank you before he was brought inside the house. Was it just him or did Aubrey's greeting sound like he was going through labor? He watched the slight 'tension', at least that's what he called it, between the two with curious eyes. He really didn't know where to go since he hasn't been in this particular house, silently munching on Crunch while he was walking. He had a bunch load of candy in his backpack, so he really didn't need to bother Aubrey by taking some of the snow-haired boy's food... Maybe some popcorn but he has his own sweets. It was truly amazing how he still had perfect teeth after all these junk he has been eating. Once they got to the living room, the boy blinked, seeing Aubrey glance at him. Was there something wrong? Did he do something to make this boy all annoyed? He didn't recall interacting with him by any means stupid, reckless, or just plain idiotic. Once the white haired boy gave the choices for which movies they were going to watch, he felt his eyes on him once more. But the thought of horror films got him all excited and it clearly showed on his face. He took a seat on the couch, hearing a question come afterward. "Ahh.. I'll have cola!!"

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[CLAIRE HUNTER]

Wont You Break Me
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Claire merely let an amused smile trace over her lips as she watched Aubrey’s attempts at being nice, or ‘making it up to her’. Brightest Halo and softest wings. Claire thought back, she also had the nastiest punch but he would never admit that, unless she beat it out of him of course. Though Claire was glad he was being nice to Lance even if it was painfully obvious that he wasn’t all too pleased with his presence, now she seriously considered putting Aubrey in a pantomime- overacted and comical.

Smiling towards Lance for some encouragement her blue eyes then fell to the pile of films he had recovered. Shifting her feet forwards towards the pile, her finger traced over the titles, each made her stomach turn. Horrors . Claire was alright watching them as long as she was in light it was just the fact that they played on her fear, everything was set in darkness in horrors which only gave her more reason to fear it. Claire looked between Aubrey and Lance; Aubrey who looked as if he was waiting for some frightened reaction from Lance…but…As her eyes looked over him once more they only saw excitement. Creepy.

“Gotcha Aub, I’ll have a….Monster.” Claire couldn’t help herself, the drink seemed to play on the evening very well, perhaps it will give her a sense of power. ‘Drinking Monster’ – Maybe not. She watched as he walked out towards the kitchen, a small sigh escaped her parted lips before deciding on her decision. Each film had its own element of darkness. Murderers stalking the dark, eerie nightmares, ghosts and people that rip other people to shreds on a full moon, the choosing were going to be difficult.

When your mind fails you at a given time Claire always had something to fall back on. Clasping her hand over her eyes, the small split of light seeping through her slightly parted fingers, with her free hand she moved over the film covers till she reached the end of the rhyme.

“Halloween.” Claire spoke, opening the case, the see through film crumpled at the edges as she did so. Applying small pressure on the plastic button till the DVD popped out and was caught between her two fingers.

The DVD was in alright condition, assuming that it was a rental from the few scratch marks rounded around the edges and the faded DVD cover art of a man wearing a blood splattered mask. Placing it in the DVD player tray and closing it. Claire shot back to the sofa, she never enjoyed being too close to the screen just in case something popped up and scared the life out of her .

The couch was big enough to fit the three, Claire decided on sitting in the middle, there she could ignore Aubrey by talking to Lance if given a reason but a downfall would be she’d have to resist hiding herself or cuddling up to him. “Goddamn horror films.” Claire muttered to herself very quietly as she tried to get comfortable in the couch pillows. Maybe if she concentrated hard and saw all the fake elements of the film she would be able to watch it with ease. Fat chance.

Whilst waiting for Aubrey to get the drinks Claire took up the opportunity to look over Lance, she never really saw much of him outside of school mainly because they both worked different scenes. Claire partied and drank a lot. She enjoyed his company, though sometimes he was a non-stop ball of annoying energy she always appreciated it, the type of guy that could make anyone smile, whether it was fake or not. Plus Claire found herself a little jealous that Lance made a prettier girl than her.

“Hurry up! The movie is about to start!!” Claire shouted towards the kitchen, In truth she couldn’t care less if Aubrey missed a little of the film he would have probably seen it a thousand times over, she just felt the need to have him next to her, as if a comfort blanket that she wouldn’t touch because she was mad at it but still wanted to look at it. Occasionally

A loud crack of thunder sounded from the outside causing Claire to jump a little, her grip tightening on a pillow that had somehow managed to find its way to her lap. Suck it up!’ Her mental words of encouragement settled her down as she finally began to relax into the sofa, her eyes darting from the kitchen to the television screen multiple times.

‘Maybe I should have given him a hug’

Like Anybody Else Would

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Notes: …My post was full of practically nothing xD
Wordcount:Alot
Tagged: Aubrey, Lance
Lyrics Evans Blue – Beg
Muse: Highish
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[AUBREY VALENTINE]

"Cola and a monster. Got it." Nodding once, he disappeared down the hall to fetch the snacks. By now, he assumed Claire could tell he was not happy with the way things turned out tonight. The second his back was to them, the smile was wiped clean from his face, a scowl replacing it. The hollow feeling in his stomach had returned. Walking into the empty kitchen, he flipped the light on and headed straight to the pantry, opening the door and pulling out his bag of candy and a thing of popcorn. Turning around, slamming the pantry door shut, he moved to the island in the middle of the kitchen, setting the bag of candy down. He ripped open the bag, pulled out a blow pop, unwrapped it, and shoved it into his mouth. Welcoming the sweet taste, he closed his eyes to take a deep breath. Mechanically, he put the popcorn in the microwave and started it. Why did she have to invite him without asking him first? Sure, he flirted around with other people. Sure he was an ass. But he was trying to make it up to her tonight.

A heavy sighed escaped him and he gripped the edge of the counter that the microwave was perched on. He was getting worked up over nothing. At least, he thought he was. Normally, Aubrey wasn't the one to get angered so easily. But, for some reason, this just rubbed him the wrong way. Was it so bad that he liked to flirt with people? Give them empty compliments? Hardly anything he said meant a thing. Unless he was speaking to Claire. She knew that, didn't she? Didn't she? Maybe that was the problem.

The beeping of the microwave pulled him from his thoughts. Opening it up, he took the bag out and opened it, letting the hot steam carry the heavenly scent through the air. He grabbed a large bowl and poured the popcorn into it before lightly coating the classic movie snack in a special salt that made it that much more delicious.

Hurry up! The movie's about to start!

He paused for a moment, hand resting on the handle to the fridge. Rolling his eyes, he refused to even respond to Claire's demand. Tugging the fridge open, he peered inside. Once his eyes fell upon the drinks, he quickly grabbed them. Two black cans with three green lines running down the side in the form of scratches and a cola. He kicked the fridge door closed, holding the cold drinks under one arm. He walked back to the island, grabbed the bag of candy and clenched it between his teeth around the lollipop. Just as he was about to grab the bowl of popcorn and head out to the living, a clap of thunder caused him to jump in surprise. The three drinks tumbled to the ground, exploding like grenades the moment they hit the kitchen floor. "Shit! Goddamnit! That's a waste of two perfectly good monsters!!" At his outburst, the candy fell to the sticky mess below. Though, he didn't mind that so much, the sweet treats protected by a plastic bag.

Leaning over, he grabbed the bag of candy, gripping it between his teeth again. Turning around, he headed back to the fridge, grabbed two more monsters and a cola before snatching the bowl of popcorn and heading out into the living room. Crimson eyes livid, he appeared in the living room, not even trying to mask his displeasure now.

Plopping down beside Claire, he shoved the popcorn bowl at her before handing her and Lance their drinks. He set his on the coffee table in front of the couch, taking the candy bag from his mouth and setting it beside his monster.

Forming a pout around the lollipop in his mouth, he slouched in his seat, his arms crossing over his chest. Marco had made a spot for himself in front of the couch, laying down with a low whine because of the coming storm. Aubrey didn't say anything. Just stared at the TV while he tried to get over his wasted monsters because he can be a baby like that.


tag(s):

[/color] Claire and Lance
credit:[/color] grace @ caution 2.0
lyrics:[/color] Is It Progression If a Cannibal Uses a Fork? by Chiodos
outfit:[/color] A loose, black shirt and faded blue jeans - nothing too special.
word count:[/color] A lot
comments:[/color] Ugh, sucky post :I Sorry
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[LANCELOT KINGS]

[bg=e0b4ca][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,500,true] Welcome! Lance was actually quite scared inside, he was just... Really good at hiding it. He reached down to grab another handful of Crunch, munching on it 'happily'. He looked at Claire, blinking as she smiled at him before giving a toothy, pearly white smile back. It was getting... Not necessarily hot, but warmer in the room. Something that he really did not appreciate. He was more of a winter person. He didn't like the warm, humid climate that the season of summer gave off but he was quite comfortable with the cold, freezing breeze that winter brought. To be honest, he HATED the hot weather. But it’s not like he can complain about it. Amber eyes stared at the television screen as the movie started, not really minding the fact that Claire shouted. It was just the ‘previews’ anyway. While waiting, the boy dug out his iPod from his backpack and placed the earphones on. When the crack of thunder roared in the sky, blinking as the flash of lightning came afterwards. He jumped in his seat and clung to his backpack tightly, wincing a bit. It wasn't long until Aubrey came out of the kitchen with popcorn, candy, and the three drinks. Lance glanced at Aubrey, the air around him seemed... Condensed. The boy took his iPod and his earphones back into the backpack before focusing on the movie but he couldn't help glance at Aubrey and Claire. Did something go wrong?

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[CLAIRE HUNTER]

Wont You Break Me
And then Tell Me How To Love You

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Claire sat eagerly, she had started to relax but now that Aubrey was taken his sweet time just made hr uneasy and irritable, she didn’t know why she should feel like this, it wasn’t as if he was going to flirt with the refrigerator- but she better be careful not to rule that out anyway. Her eyes moved to Lance again, he had taken his headphones out and like her he had also jumped from the sound of thunder.

- Shit! Goddamnit! That's a waste of two perfectly good monsters!!"

Claire suppressed a laugh, it seems that the sudden thunder had shocked them all, with Lance is was kind of cute and with Aubrey it was down right funny, especially when he got so worked up. Just as Aubrey entered the room with the drinks Claire had only just finally started to concentrate on the film, the sudden chill from the cooled can of monster caught her attention and then followed by the shoved bowl of popcorn.

“What’s got your knickers in a twist?” Claire scoffed as she placed the bowl in the very middle of her lap for both Lance and Aubrey to reach if they needed any. Not really caring if he answered her snarky question Claire grasped the can firmly, holding it away from her as she gently slid her finger under the metal clip and forcing it upwards. Click. A sigh of relief washed over her, she didn’t really fancy making a mini monster explosion in Aubrey’s living room no matter how mad she was.

Settling down, often adjusting her seating position more times that any of them would of wanted, Claire didn’t like the small cramped space and if it wasn’t for this little ongoing aggravation with Aubrey they had going she would have at least cuddled up to him a little more, but her pride told her to do otherwise. Without really thinking Claire sighed loudly, maybe Lance could brighten up the situation somehow? An image of him dancing crossed her mind and left just as quickly- she blamed the Monster.

The film had been playing for a good while now, the murderer had come to his neighborhood town where Claire could only guess was where his teenage sister resided, all looked around the same age as themselves. The gore of the film Claire could only just handle, the sex scenes were left her a little too worse for wear and instantly made her want to cover Lance’s eyes, but instead she remained quiet a small cough resounding out of her throat now and then followed by a quick sip of her can to hide any shade of embarrassment on her face.

It was coming up to yet again another murder montage, full of stabbing, straggling and sometimes the serving of limbs all the romantic stuff right? Nervously Claire grabbed a handful of popcorn, popping them each into her mouth one by one. Another booming sound of thunder filled the area as well as the popcorn that Claire had managed to scatter everywhere. “Shit, Sorry Au-“ As Claire leaned forward to pick it all up but yet again another flash of lightning managed to shock her once again, this time her head banged against the coffee table. hard

“Ouch…” She mumbled, her hands moved only to lightly rub the sore reddening mark just above her left eyebrow, quite obviously this wasn’t her night. Taking a small breather before attempting to pick up the popcorn up again, an echoing scream from the television sounded followed by yet again another crack of thunder.

Everything went black.

It took a few moments for Claire to set into realization what had actually happened, the first thing that came to mind was that she was dead (which she would have had to hit her head pretty damn hard) or in more sane terms is that the power had gone out.

Claire’s bottom lip started to quiver; a small whimper escaped her lips. She found it hard to speak as if a dagger had made its way deep within her windpipe, her hands began to shake uncontrollably as they searched around the darkness for Lance and Aubrey but her direction was distorted by her fear that so obviously seeped through heart breaking whimper. A cold rush had fallen over her and the film’s echoing scream was embedded in her mind.

“A-A-Aubrey…..L-L-Lance…” She managed to stutter, the crackle in her voice held a sore and broken tone that matched the tears that had slowly began to glide down her cheek. She knew they were close, but the dark fooled her otherwise, she needed to hear their voices, to have someone comfort and hold her, she needed reassuring.

Claire’s breathing quickened, her chest moved up and down at an alarming rate, her movements quickened along with as her hands tried to hurriedly find them both.

Like Anybody Else Would

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Notes: …Meh decided to bring the blackout- hope you didn’t mind ^^ (poor Claire) xD
Wordcount:Alot
Tagged: Aubrey, Lance
Lyrics Evans Blue – Beg
Muse: Highish
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