crashing on us,

[knox alexander]

you're such a mystery i just want to stand and stare
nibble on your ear and smell the ocean in your hair

Knox had seen many things in his life, most of which involve porn stars and the strangest sexual fantasies anyone could ever think of, but he had yet to see this. He was sure that if he squinted enough he could almost see his wardrobe disappearing right before him. It wouldn't be far off from the truth considering his new girlfriend. Or at least that's what he said to himself considering he didn't know what they were. It was possibly the strangest relationship he's ever had, bar the one with his father. However, Allie didn't make him angry or bring him down with negativity and thoughtlessness. She didn't forget his birthdays or parade loose women in front of him. She also didn't get him a twenty-eight year old porn star for his fourteenth birthday. All she really did was steal his clothes.

A smile graced his lips at the thought as he shut his closet. He was a complete and utter mess, but he didn't want to show it to her. He was confused and scared about what they were and he had yet to figure out if he was going to be a coward and back out of it. He knew that letting his past get to him still was unacceptable and extremely pathetic but there was something in his head telling him to be weary. Allondra Mancini was a flirt, that much he was certain, and she was extremely sociable. And she liked the way he smelled. The fact lingered in his forethoughts as he applied his usual cologne on. Nimble fingers reached out to grasp the edge of his dresser as he stared straight ahead into the mirror in front of him. He was nothing to gawk at. He was average, brown hair, brown eyes, freckles. Nothing special. However, the thoughts pushing his commanding thoughts on himself still stalled on one specific question. Why him?

He was a man and men weren't like women. He wasn't sweet or romantic at all. He was bitter and alone, or at least he tried to be. However, the ink on his shoulder told him otherwise; he had let her worm her way into his self chilled heart. However, he was being a hypocrite again as he made a dash for the door with a gift in hand. Had he stayed any longer he might have been tempted to skip their sleepover and head off to a bar for some wine. He had no excuses to give, just a roll of his shoulders. However, as he descended down the stairs, he began to think to something his cousin had told him. All anyone thought of was sex, nothing would be without it. His harsh thoughts put a disdainful smile to his face. He knew it was why Allie had never gotten anywhere with him physically even with her drunken texts. Sex ruined his last relationship, he didn't want it to ruin this one.

A soft breeze picked up as he made his way across campus. A signature hunch enveloped him as he made his way towards the girls' dorms. His fists subconsciously clenched as he thought about his behavior with women now. He was just as bad as Jessica, he used them and disposed of them without a thought. He knew he had his needs, but hypocrisy wasn't the answer he had been searching for. He was searching for someone to change his mind, to tell him that things weren't as black and white as he saw them. He needed someone, he need her. The thought left him with a stumble in his brisk walk as the bottom of his soles scuffed against the pavement. He stopped short and listened to soft whistle of the wind. It was carefree with it's movements, it didn't let anything hold it back, but it was the wind. He was listening to his english professor too much. Not everything was a symbol.

The soft fabric in his hands compressed as he gripped it tight while ascending the stairs to the dorm entrance with haste. He pushed the door open and entered the girls dorm. He hadn't thought there would have been a difference between the male and female dorms until he realized how sloppy men were. The dorms had a light and airy fragrance to it, it wasn't strong but he still took notice to it. It didn't smell like sweat and dirty socks. His gait became slower as if time itself had slow down to pace that even death could surpass. The soft thuds on his feet were almost inaudible as he made his way to her door. And he froze. He almost felt like he was entering a war zone. Raising his fist to the wood would either be a white flag or a declaration, but there was always time for a steady retreat. He knocked.

His hands wound behind his back as he grasped his gift tight and stared at the ceiling. He couldn't classify the feeling he got when he saw her. At first he had thought it was nerves the first night he met her because he didn't know what to expect. Then came the thought of excitement because, although he'd never admit it, she intrigued him to no end. However, after enlisting the help of Webster and his dictionary, Knox found nothing to classify his feelings. Any sudden epiphany that might have come evaporated from his thoughts as the door knob let out a metallic sound. "So, I couldn't find any roses so i thought you might take this..." His hands presented her with his ruffled but folded blue shirt. It was his favorite shirt, it was the one he wore constantly to the point of monotony. He put on his normal facade as he leaned against the doorway to gage her reaction. He was nonchalant to the point of suspicion, he just hoped she didn't notice.



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status, finished.
words, 1024
clothes, same as this.
for, allie !

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[allondra]

-------allie would ever admit to anyone that she was falling in love with someone. not after what she had been through in just days after meeting beau and being seen at the teddy roosevelt hotel pool with him. their relationship had been total chaos and a once innocent allondra mancini had had to deal with the media on top of the hounding from leonardo to send her back to france and her mother taking away her money. the experience had changed her and she didn't know if it was for better or worse. she had often laid awake wondering what her life could have been. perhaps there was a chance that she and her brothers could have gotten along and might still be to this day. there was always the possibility. it's a common known fact that thinking of what could have been isn't good for a person but allie has a different philosophy. if you think of what could have been it can make you do the right thing in the future. to stop you from making the same mistakes. this time she wasn't going to make the same mistakes. she wouldn't sleep with knox and leave him with a post it note. she wasn't going to tease every other guy or get jealous when he talked to other girls. she would make this work.

-------this relationship she had with knox had to take the win for most confusing, by far. she had had no idea for the longest time what they even were or if he wanted more. eventually she had gotten her answer but things were still not anything close to black and white, more like any shade of gray on any given day. thankfully she had gotten it out of him that they could at least tell other people that they were dating. with this new information she could at least give people an idea of what they were and get guys like noah to back off. she was once again replying to his endless supply of instant messeges trying to convince her that she didn't need a boyfriend. it seemed as if the majority of the times he tried to get with her she was already with someone else. he had tempted her away from one boyfriend and it wasn't going to happen ever again.

-------flirting was a problem that allie knew very well she had. it had almost ruined her relationship with beau. thankfully she had been learning to keep in check. no longer getting the hopes up of three different boys before dashing all their hopes to be with a fourth that she was obligated to. it had happened on too many times and each the guilt had gotten to her. it wasn't technically cheating but she felt just as bad as if it, in fact, were just that. she promised herself that it wouldn't happen this time, she would be good to knox like she imagined he would be with her. by this point of the night when she knew he was going to arrive soon she made a mental note to keep away from the alcohol. she'd already made a fool of herself by sending him drunken texts, she didn't need to do something more to ruin their relationship before it really got a chance to start.

-------deciding finally that it was time to get dressed, allie slipped out of her favorite aerie lounge shorts and gray tanktop to replace them with her favorite jean mini skirt and a new top she had gotten. ever since her air conditioner had gotten stuck on and was unable to be fixed she had either been living in her bed with as many blankets as she could find or sweatshirts. that was more or less the reason she had stolen knox's favorite blue one, just because she was cold and it really did look cute on her. looking in the mirror she inspected her face for any possible blemishes. they came at the worst time and quite often when someone was stressed which allie felt like she had been a lot. her first sleepover with knox was the first time in a long time that she had just forgotten about everything and it had felt good to forget. she hadn't wanted him to go the next morning and if she'd had her way he would have cuddled with her in bed all day. finding no imperfections other than an old scar on her neck she put on a bit of mascara, eyeliner, blush and of course you never go wrong with lip gloss. she put on a thin layer of her favorite candy apple flavored gloss just in time to hear the knock at the door.

-------allie scurried around quickly for a few moments, just putting things in place so she didn't look like a slob. it wasn't his first time over but she still felt that it was awkward if he managed to find her laundry all over the place. finally coming to the door and opened it with a smile that hit her lips the instant she saw him. she didn't even need to see the gift he had brought for her, her arms automatically went around him in a arming embrace. she could the smell the cologne on him, her favorite. she listened to him explain the gift and smiled still, keeping one arm over his shoulder and around his neck while looking down at the blue shirt in his hand. she took it and unfolded it, noticing it looked quite worn but not caring in the least. "oh my god, this is soso much better but are you sure you want me to have it? i mean, it looks like you wear it almost every day," she teased him, smiling up at him with a cute grin before stepping away from him to pull off her cardigan and tank top to put on the blue tee he had given her. it was big on her but she had a feeling that to him it wouldn't matter. "how does it look?" she asked as she pulled her hair from under the soft blue material, now waiting for his answer as she let him inspect how it looked on her.

-------status finished finally.
-------clothes sdfonofnsf, banner at the topp.
-------music forever by chris brownn.
-------words & notes 1044 words. knox and allie own !

[knox alexander]

Knox was terrible with introduction and greetings. He was uncomfortable all the time because he just didn't want to be too friendly with others. He wasn't afraid, he was just sick of it. His father had introduced him to a world of overt sexuality when he should have been playing with dinosaurs instead. Of course, across the Atlantic his mother was oblivious to the whole disaster in South Africa. He had always wondered why his father hadn't just left him at home with a babysitter instead of taking him along to photo shoots and movie sets. Getting constantly sandwiched in between implants and smooched by collagen lips left Knox with a sort of resentment to closeness. He wasn't being cold when he denied people hugs and opted for handshakes, he was just tired of fakeness. Hugs and kisses were meant to be special, not to be flimsily used. A hug or kiss on the cheek from Knox was important, it meant that he cared about someone. Only a few people in the world could now say they had either from the South African boy.

The swinging door left him to face the girl that confused and excited him so much. He felt the need to give a genuine smile at the site of her. She always seemed so comfortable in her skin, so unlike himself. However, he was adjusting to being himself again, but for some reason he couldn't help but let his guard down with her. Whatever they were was beneficial for him and although he might not admit it with ease to anyone, he felt as if there was more than just a casual relationship between him. So when she gave him a hug, his lanky arms came around her lithe body without hesitation. The contact was enough to let him give out a sigh of weariness. His shirt still in hand, he pulled her a little closer to him before releasing her to explain his gift as his thoughts returned to his mind. As he handed off his gift he left on arm wrapped around her slim waist, missing the full contact that he had with her before.

A wide grin spilled across his features as he watched her unfold his shirt. It was almost as if he was trying to mark his territory by offering her his clothes. Man's first instinct was to protect things he owned or cared about and this was his primitive way of reaffirming that they actually had something. Symbols seemed to plague his mind, just what he thought his professor wanted out of him. He gave a shrug to play down his feelings. "No, it's fine, I have a lot of shirts anyway. And if it's a favorite I'd rather see it on you." As she began to pull off her cardigan his face turned sharply to the side as he avoided staring. As much as he wanted to avoid having the relationship become too physical, he couldn't help when his thoughts wondered. He shut the door behind him as he stepped into the dorm while she was still peeling layers off like they were her skin. He didn't want anyone else having the opportunity to peer into the room.

Startled by her words, Knox's head snapped up to see that she had finished changing into his blue shirt. Deciding to have fun with the question, Knox began to circle around her slowly as if inspecting her like a jet engine. As he circled around he moved slowly in until he stopped right in front of her. "Well, as I thought...you look much better in it then I do. You put me to shame, I don't think I can ever wear my clothes again." A joking grin appeared instantly as his brown eyes flickered with amusement. A voice in the back of his head was being to vaguely tell him that he would have a better time taking it off of her but it was ignored. He moved away from her as he searched her dorm for something else to say. Keeping his mind preoccupied on strictly no physically related flirting was hard, even for him. He couldn’t figure out why he felt the need to hold back from her. She was so open with him, so comfortable and yet, he still felt the need to avoid showing his feelings.

He stood uncomfortably a few feet away from her as silence took over him. He was too conflicted now than ever. And it was all because of her. He just couldn’t let go and be himself and he had no clue why he couldn’t just be happy with her. He was punishing himself by rejecting any happiness he could find in their budding relationship. He vaguely thought about his masochist feelings before realizing he didn’t want to seem so out of place with her. “So, where are my skirts? I mean if I lend you my clothes you have to lend me yours. Although they might be stretched and ripped by the time you receive them again.” His words left his mouth with a tone of playfulness as he walked by her, grasping her hand lightly at the same time to lead her over to the couch where he situated himself neatly. Their hands disconnected as his body dispensed itself into a sitting position.

Truth be told, all Knox wanted to do was sit next to her and cuddle. He wouldn’t care about any conversations or movies they would watch, he’d be too preoccupied with her. Had she know that he watched her sleep during their first sleep over for quite some time, he would find himself feeling very embarrassed. He just couldn’t help himself with her, he loved the peaceful expression on her features. If someone were to ask him if he regretted his tattoo he would have lied, but he knew that it had its rightful place on his shoulder. As much as he didn’t want to admit it, she was helping him far more than he expected anyone to. She soothed the bitterness and anger out of him. “So, what’s on the agenda tonight?” He raised his head to look at her with curiosity. The question was utterly useless to him because he knew that no matter what she were to say, he would just want to be there with her.



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status, finished.
words, 1063.
notes, credit to amburr, that's you, for the graphics and text.
clothes, same as this.
for, i'm a king and she's my queen, bitch! obviously you know who the king and queen are!

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[allondra]

-------allie had always been quite good at meeting new people. she liked to get to know them before she judged whether or not she really liked someone. judging a person before you got to really know them was something she wasn't a fan of at all. she could dislike their actions or not like their appearances but unless given a very valid reason she didn't hate a person. getting to know knox had come after she had gotten his name tattooed on her hip. yes, some might call is stupid among other things such as irresponsible, improper, a mistake and more. she had thought it was a mistake at first but the better she had gotten to know the boy who would forever be remembered on her hip she realized that this might just be fate. perhaps they were meant to meet through the ink that bonded them together. not being one to normally believe in fate it sure was a strange concept for allondra but she took it in stride, maybe this was meant to be.

-------allie had obviously always been a girl to find herself easily attracted to the opposite sex. she was a woman of opinion and didn't care if anyone knew that she found a guy to be quite the looker. it was quite apparent that she was physically attracted tot he boy standing in front of her. that grin of his and how he looked amazing in the most casual wear without even trying. not to mention that smell. she had told him that she had gotten the same thing or leo and even if that meant they smelled alike it wasn't a bad thing at all because the stuff never got old. she wouldn't admit to it but she loved just watching him walk around her dorm, everything about him amazed her like none other and she was glad to say they she was his. of course his denial of their cuddling annoyed her to no end but she would get him out of that phase in time among others. their relationship was knew and there were still plenty of things to be learned about one another.

-------for as long as she could remember allie had been in love with caspian gates. there was just something about how sweet he was and that sexy spanish accent that made her melt every time. lately she had been noticing those all too familiar feelings fade from her existence. breaking up a perfectly good marriage was no longer on her agenda. now she was interested in starting her own realtionship. of course she couldn't help but occasionally think back to her relationship with caspian. while it had lasted it had been one of the best. he had been so good to her, always making sure she was okay during intimate moments and holding her hand in the hallways of blair. she had learned so much from that one realtionship that she would use to strengthen this one, not making it perfect by any means but she would try her hardest to make it better.

-------"are you sure it's really okay? i could just wear it tonight and you can take it in the morning, we can share," allie suggested with a shrug. it didn't sound like too bad an idea to her. she liked having clothes that smelled like him and the only way to do that was to either keep them in his dorm until she wanted to wear them or spray them with the same cologne and hope not to concentrate too much in one area and smell like a male porn star just exploded everywhere. "i have plenty of skirts for you to wear, though you might need to start shaving to wear them. hairy legs and skirts don't mix ! ask any girl and they'll tell you," she told him with a hint of laughter laced in her playful tone. she let him take her hand and lead her to the couch which obviously she could get to on her own but it was cute that he took her hand. when he sat down she sat at the other end of the couch, swinging her feet up to rest in his lap. "foot massages are so amazing," she hinted slightly, flipping the tv on and searching for something to watch.

-------what they were going to do tonight wasn't something she had really thought long about. she really wasn't sure at all. the only thing she knew was that she wanted his company. being close to him made her feel comfortable with herself and made her more secure in their relationship. having been such a roller coaster ride of a relationship was hard, she never knew when something might go wrong and they would end up parting ways for good. if she had had her way he would be spending every night with her, no sex for now, just cuddling all night and having someone there. she got lonely quite often without her roommate who had transfered out. "i don't even know what we're going to do. i'm up for anything. whipped cream fights are fun but i don't know if i want to clean that," she said with a shrug. it was something she had seen leo do with some girl and at the time it had seemed utterly pointless but the old she had gotten the more she realized it could lead to many things. her brother had been in his room for the rest of the night after that so she was only right to assume the worst or best, depending on point of view.

-------status finito.
-------clothes sdfonofnsf, banner at the topp.
-------music forever by chris brownn.
-------words & notes 940 words, i loose. knox and allie own !

[knox alexander]

Knox was stubborn to the point where a whale couldn't make him budge on a topic or idea. He wasn't easily swayed by the words or actions of others as some other people might. Life taught him that people were full of shit and that they never changed. He had been used enough to teach him that he had to separate himself and others to the point where they couldn't influence him. He had fallen into Jessica's trap easily and suffered unknowingly for two years while she used his name to gain access to his father's company. Ever since their break up, Knox found it hard to connect with others or share his feelings in fear of it being thrown in his face again. However, when he looked at the brunette in front of him he knew that his worries were unneeded. He just didn't believe that Allie could do something to him like that, but this wouldn't be his first time being wrong.

So when she questioned his certainty he gave a sideways smile. "No, I'm sure I'd rather see it on you than me anyway. I suppose we could share but you can have it more unless i need to borrow a shirt from you that you borrowed from me." The slightly confused expression on his face as the words left his mouth was enough to tell her that he wasn't even completely sure that what he said made any sense at all. He surprising didn't mind her wearing his clothes. If she wanted to wear something that reminded her of him then he found no reason to deny her. Although he would be without any of her clothes, as much as he could try, he and skirts just did not go together. He found it to be extremely strange for him to consider giving a girl his clothes. It seemed more romantic or cute, things he just didn't think he could ever be.

As cute as sharing clothes could be, Knox just wasn't interested in having freshly shaven legs. A chuckle escaped his lips, one that he wasn't too used to anymore. However, the more time he spent with Allie the more light-hearted he felt. "Well, I think I'll pass on the skirts then. I just don't think a razor can take all the hair on these legs. Besides, I just don't have legs like yours. I hear shaving the knees is a bitch anyway and I have no patience." Their playful banter seemed to ease the tension and confusion he was feeling at the moment. it was just much easier to forget the details and just live for the time. It had been such a long time since he felt that he could just let go and forget is father and his betrayal. He couldn't even believe that he still let others get to him and turn him into such an unfortunate and bitter guy. He was sure that his words and actions had put Allie off when they had first began talking. They had had a few classes together but they never talked until the night of their tattoo adventure.

As she sat on the couch he realized how close he had been to missing all of this. Had she not ventured first to reach out and talk to him, whatever the reason was, they wouldn't be their together. A light smile formed on his lips as her petite feet landed in his laps. His hands moved over them once before stopping. He glanced over at her with a puppy dog look. "But what do I get if I give you a foot massage? I think I deserve some sort of payment for it." He would have missed foot massages. He had never given one before to anyone but he didn't think it would be that hard to rub feet. As his hands worked in a gentle manner on her feet, he began to hum a song he had learned back home in South Africa. It was a habit he had when he worked sometimes when music wasn't available to keep his ears preoccupied. He wasn't too fond of silence because he found that his mind wondered too much with silence. And it never led him anywhere but trouble.

"Whipped cream fights? Should I even ask where that came from? His eyes lit up with amusement as he questioned her odd suggestion. Most of the activities he knew that involved whipped cream had to do with ice cream or other bedroom activities. He wasn't sure how he felt about that yet. Sex was always a strange subject for Knox. He detested it for what people like his father made it, he preferred meaning. Meaningless sex was a waste but at times necessary to fulfill carnal desires. That was why he avoided all his one night stands after the event. He didn't want to deal with the emotions after, it was a clean break. But with Allie it was different, he had feelings for her. Cuddling was much more intimate to him than sex could be at times. He looked down at her feet and suddenly felt the sudden urge to pull her body down to his. However, he was a man and he would never admit that he wanted to cuddle with her like a five year old to a teddy bear. However, he couldn't keep playing this confusing game with her or himself. He should be able to speak his mind with her without worrying like a mad man. "You know...I'm glad you talked to me that day. But by now I think you should know that sitting on the other side of couch makes me feel a little lonely." His tone went from genuine solemnness to playfulness as he gave her a grin to down play what he had said. He wasn't interested in sounding like a sap to her, but he knew he had confused her enough by his indecision. He thought she should have at least known how he felt, sort of.
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status, finished.
words, 1011
notes, credit to amburr, that's you, for the graphics and text.
clothes, same as this.
for, i'm a king and she's my queen, bitch! obviously you know who the king and queen are!

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