Post by alonzo castillo on Mar 19, 2012 2:01:33 GMT -5
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[atrb=style, background-color: #F2F2F2; border-top: 5px solid #A75252; border-bottom: 5px solid #A75252][STYLE=margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom:-13px; margin-right: 50px; text-align:right; font-size:20px; font-family: courier new; text-transform: uppercase; color: #972323; text-shadow: 0.1em 0em 0.1em #432424;]I THOUGHT YOU WANTED ME[/style][STYLE=margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom:-50px; margin-right: 10px; text-align:right; font-size:12px; font-family: courier new; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0em #432424; text-transform: uppercase; color: #E6CFCF;]'CAUSE I WANT YOU ALL TO MYSELF![/style][STYLE=margin-left: 10px; margin-top: 50px; margin-right: 10px; text-align:center; font-size:9px; font-family: georgia; color: #8C8C8C; border-top: 5px dotted #A75252;] [/style] [STYLE=font-size:9px; font-family: arial; margin-left:15px; width: 300px; height: 250px; overflow: auto; text-align: justify; background-color: #F7F7F7; border-top: 4px solid #A75252; border-bottom: 4px solid #A75252; padding: 8px; color: #6E6E6E]He was special. He liked the thought of it. He was special. He was important. Someone did want him outside of his family. He was wanted. His heart swelled at the thought. He wasn't the weaker, girlier twin. He wasn't a mutant. He wasn't anything but himself. It was nice, he thought. It was nice to have that kind of freedom. But maybe that was asking for too much. He was pulled closer again. The other has rested his head on the redhead's and he only smiled gently. They used to do this sometimes. Not often outside of his bedroom, granted. But it happened very now and then. His heart seized at the words 'I love you'. He found difficulty breathing again and Alonzo could only stand still, looking on. It was embarrassing to hear and even more embarrassing to say. But he was almost, almost glad to hear it and wanted to believe it. Believe that all his candied words were as honest as they sounded. But there was so much doubt that lingered in his mind. Apprehensive, he found himself still responding to his soft gestures. Every touch set his senses on fire. Perhaps it was better to stop denying it, he thought. Stop denying everything and accept it. But he had been hurt before. He had no intentions of being hurt again. Noah was crying now, he realized. Slender fingers moved again, brushing away the tears that seemed to refuse to stop. "Didn't I say to stop crying?" He commented softly, smiling a bit. "Your eyes get puffy. It's not cute." Alonzo laughed again, only holding his hands there quietly while he brushed back the tears. No more crying. No more arguing. His lips moved against the other's and he only smiled the moment it was over. "I missed you too, Noah. So much.• He only wanted to stay like this, he thought. Forever. [/style]MADE BY KIWII OF BTN & OTE |
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