tag, zoey
my babies!!!!! )':



He was glancing through the crowd all night just to find that one person, the one that could make his heart race quicker than ever without even knowing it. He had met quite a few people, none of them nearly as interesting as her. He kissed Thea on the cheek a few times, but she was quite busy with organizing stuff and he was quite relieved it was so, because he had that much more time to himself. To find a certain someone and clear things up, possibly. And then, after about an hour of cruising around and doing nothing interesting at all, he found her. She was sitting at a desk, her hands full with paperwork. How incredibly boring and convenient at the same time, he thought, still not sure how to behave towards her. He really liked her, he really wanted her, still her hot and cold wibes made him crazy; and a bit angry. He wanted her to fall at his feet, and when she didn't just, well, not fall, but actually chose to ignore him completely, he really had a reason to be mad. It was too much for him, he hated complicated. He liked simple, he liked her, she liked him, what the fucking hell was the problem? If she was indeed prepared to be his, he'd ditch Thea in a microsecond. But nothing about what she was doing gave him that impression. As if she was just toying with him, like bored pretty rich girls liked to. He thought she was better than that; perhaps he was wrong. He followed her, catching her at the bar, blocking her way. »Why are you avoiding me?« he asked bitterly, ignoring her vague question. »What's this about? Are you.. are you just going to dismiss everything that happened? Move on when you obviously have feelings for me?« He was talking in a normal tone, not hushing up a bit, at this moment he really didn't care about who could or couldn't hear them.

tag, zoey
omg omg OMGGG BABBBIEEESSSSSS *dying whale noises*



It must have been as if he was possesed; this was not the Dylan everyone knew and loved, he was a different person at the moment, he was so terribly eager to get this cute little brunette that he could completely forget.. himself in the process. What was she doing to him? Why was she.. tormenting him so? Why did he let her? »You can't – what? Stand the sight of me? You find me so, what, repulsive?« It was his defence mechanism talking, not him. He wasn't nearly as aggressive, as invasive; but he was going crazy, this much was plain. She made him go crazy by dodging him like a bullet or something. As if he didn't even matter. As if nothing they had – and they had something, hell, they had a lot! – really mattered. She didn't want him. She.. god, he didn't even remember the last time he could feel his heart pounding so hard and his brain feeling like it's about to explode after the numberous thoughts and feelings racing through it. »What are you talking about?« he leaned closer, not in a soft way. Not nearly. »What – what am I making harder?« he was different, she was different. What he couldn't understand at all was that she wasn't prepared to say 'screw it' to the world she loved, that she wasn't prepared to throw away everything for what might just be a future fling. He was prepared, he was ready, hell, he was in the process of showing the middle finger to everyone and everything that could stand in the way of him and Zoey. »I don't care,« his voice trembled as his hand reached out to take hers, his fingers grasping her palm, god, her skin was so soft and yet she felt like fire when he touched her. »I don't care, I don't,« he shook his head slowly, a sort of softness forming in his eyes. »I don't care about anyone else.«

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omg i'm sorry jaz ne morem več *DEADDDD*



»Well what then?« he demanded eagerly. He really was like a baby, he needed to get what he wanted exactly the moment he wanted it. Zoey was strong-minded and it was something he'd usually highly admire, but not now. Now it just seemed silly, her head telling her this – all this – was wrong. How could it ever be wrong, when it felt more right than anything? The only thing he wanted to do was hold her close, his hands all over her beautiful body and his lips once again pressing against hers, like they did that one time after their dinner date. She fell for him, he knew that, but the truth was he fell for her harder. His brain never was the one making important life decisions, it was always his heart. He never liked to be rational, he loved to pursue what he wanted. How could she be so.. different? »Don't.. don't ask me to stop,« he said, his forehead frowning strongly, a hard sadness in his eyes, as if he could start crying at any second. he wasn't even nearly too manly for crying, he could cry, he didn't give a shit about who saw. He didn't give a shit about anything, he just wanted.. her. In his arms. Like there's no tomorrow. He sighed loudly as she spoke of how she couldn't just forget the world; she needed to forget. The world wasn't important, they, on the other hand, were. They weren't a one time thing, they were a real deal. Perhaps the real deal. He truly believed that. »I want to kiss you so badly,« he whispered, leaning in even closer, still there was a high cold wall between them that he couldn't climb over, not untill she allowed him to do so. »I want you,« he continued, his eyes on hers, his fingers still holding on to her hand as if holding on for his dear life itself. His voice was trembling, his body shaking of a sudden cold breeze coming out of nowhere. Or perhaps it was no breeze; perhaps it was the cold between them. »I'm so in love with you, my head's going to explode if I don't get you, Zoey..«

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otp otp otp otp otp otp otppppppp



»Yes. Yes I do,« he nodded eagerly in anticipation of her response. And then she spoke, it was as if it was all he ever wanted and everything he didn't in the exact same moment. He went too far with this girl, that was it, he shouldn't have let her crawl under his skin like she did, and now he had exactly no way of getting her out of his heart, of forgeting her what so ever. His heartbeat was so accelerated he actually wouldn't be surprised if it found a way to break through his chest and escape from.. all of this. His eyes blinked in a sort of tremble as she spoke. He grasped for air as if he was suffocating under water or something, it was too much, he never experienced such intense feelings for anyone; and yet here she way, making his eyes wet, his heart near to possible explosion. He didn't know what to say, hell, anything he had to say was just not enough after what she had just told him. »I'm not angry, Zoey, I'm just so.. frustrated..« He took a few steps closer again, and he would continue to do so everytime she'd back off a little. It was as if he needed her more than he needed air, more than he needed food or water, more than he'd want to admit, that's for sure. She pulled him and in a matter of seconds they were away from the crowd, at the other side where they could see the full moon raise out of the ocean. Not that he'd give a damn for the beauty of nature when he had this breathtaking girl in front of her; and immediately, he moved closer, so that their bodies were now touching only just, and his hand raised to embrace her cheek, softly forcing her to look at him. »Forget about everything,« he murmured, leaning closer, their lips seperated by inches, »I want to make you happy. Let me make you happy,« he said, his voice trembling, a strong desire in his eyes, a thirst for his lips to once again feel hers.

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they're just soooo movie-like!



»No, Zoey, don't..« She looked so damaged, as if what he had done had penetrated her skin and went straight for her heart. He didn't want to hurt her, he never wanted to hurt her, he didn't want to scare her off, either, but it seemed from the looks of it that was almost what happened. »I'm so sorry,« he sighed softly, his eyes roaming her face, it was so beautiful, she was so beautiful. »I'm not angry at you. I was an ass, I shouldn't have..« He probably shouldn't have done anything he did. From that very first moment he met Zoey, a blured vision in his memory. He shouldn't have pushed things as far as he did, he knew as much; he was the reason they were here, doubting their life decisions, wishing for more, destroying their surroundings like a hurricane. She didn't initiate anything, she was an innocent bystander, taken over by the strong current. His face was now literally an inch away from hers at the most, his hand still on her warm cheek, his body pressing onto her; he smiled gently as she whispered her final words gently, and then it simply didn't matter anymore, he pressed his lips onto hers, the hand that previosly just hung by his side found a better use for itself by wrapping around her hips, pushing her even closer to him. And the other hand moved from her cheek and grabbed for her hair, not pulling it, just grabbing it firmly as if, well, as if holding on for dear life, which he probably was. The kiss, it was somewhat breathtaking, it wasn't a normal kiss by far, it was as if two worlds collided, creating an explosion the size of an atomic bomb. It was only when he heard a loud laughter of a few bypassing kids that he backed off all the sudden, taking a few steps back; the kids, he didn't know if they saw them or not, they were far away by now, but they woke him from what felt like a coma. Like he only now realized what he had done and his hand quickly raised to his lips where he could still feel her.

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There was a certain rush in his head, like you could see in an action movie after a bomb went off. Buzzing in his ears, a sense of complete confusion. He really was off; it really did feel like an explosion. He wasn't really sure if he had experienced anything like it, not ever. Their last kiss wasn't half as intense as this one was, this one was.. Lust, anger, complete frustration, intoxication, a strong neediness, it was impossible to remotely explain what that kiss was. It was magical, that would probably be the best word to describe it. »What?« His voice sounded rusty, drained, quite different from before, it had a helpless tone to it, one he didn't enjoy at all. He didn't want to sound like this, he knew that at the back of his head, but it was as if he was looking at the world through the eyes of someone else and he couldn't affect anything. A certain screaming in his head, a silence on the outside. His forehead wrinkled, as if he didn't quite understand what she was asking him, and then he blinked a few times, slowly shaking his head, he said, »No, Zoey, god, of course not..« His hand slowly raised again to her cheek, stroking it lightly. »I just..« God, he was so completely lost. He wasn't planning on reveiling his deepest thoughts to her, he wasn't at all ready for something like that, he didn't want to appear weak – but it was, anyway, too late for that. »I'm sorry, I'm just so overwhelmed,« he whispered, his lips pressing a dry kiss against her hair, his arms now embracing her softly, as if she was the most precious thing on this earth. She was, somehow. »I want to stay with you,« he said after a short pause. »And I want you to be mine. Do you want that?«

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He smiled softly, just to give her the satisfaction, not because he'd really find it funny. No, he didn't find it funny at all, he found it terrifying that he could fall so hard for someone so.. well, normal. it was what Zoey was, it wasn't necessarily a bad thing, but she wasn't all that extravagant. He always pretty much assumed he'd fall head to toes for someone that would seem out of this world. Zoey didn't seem like that at all, she seemed like a cool, normal girl. »Don't get used to it,« he murmured, a shadow of a joke lurking somewhere in his heavy smile. He really did feel so incredibly confused; he fell in and out of love so frequently, but he felt as if he had never felt anything like what he felt at that moment. It was like intoxication, it was exciting and daunting at the same time. »But I..« He wanted to protest and at the same time it was the last thing he wanted to do, at that moment he was conflicted about everything he'd have done, breathing included. »But I want to be with you,« he finally let out a silent wish, his voice trembling with desire. He knew he must have, at some level, sounded like a little child, but he really didn't give a crap about it. »I can't just go back to her..« They never spoke of Thea, the topi cof his blonde girlfriend was always carefully avoided. Even now – he couldn't even bring himself to say her name out loud, as if she was the satanic force, tearing Zoey and himself from each other's arms. He liked Thea, well, he loved her, but not the slightest in a romantic way. He loved to hang out with her because they were both crazy, but he had no deep and emotional connection with her. He never did. »I mean, I understand what you're saying.. But I want to be with you, always. I..« He wanted to say it, but felt as if it would be rude and degrading towards Zoey to ask her if they could, well, sneak around behind the bushes until she feels it's the right time to tell Thea.

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He didn't reply, he did, however, slightly lean his head to the side and smile, just a little, it was almost impossible to notice it from afar. There was no telling what was in his mind; quite honestly, it might have been anything. He.. he wasn't sure how to take the whole thing, he so desperately wanted to be with her and at the same time, he felt as if he could somehow magically see into the future and he felt as if, well, as if he knew this wasn't going to end well. They'll both cut their hearts on this one, that's for sure. »But I'd rather..« He'd rather be with her, only with her. Screw Thea. God, he liked her, he didn't mean anything bad, but at the same time she lately felt like the most boring person in his life. He wasn't interested anymore, not at all. It wasn't only Zoey's fault, he could imagine. It wasn't only his need to be with this other girl; it was just that their summer of magic was over. Now they were at a paradise island, but the summer heath faded and all they had was silence and glances, telling each other that this, whatever it was, wasn't at all the same. »You want..« He cought her eye again. She was thinking it as much as he was, obviously, but she had the guts to say it. There was no trace of feeling insulted on his face, there wasn't anything, really, only his brows managed to raise a bit as he was examining her facial expression. »Yeah. That's fine with me,« he murmured softly, looking at her eyes, looking at her lips, eyes to lips again, till he leaned in for another kiss, more passionate than before, just to show her perhaps just how much on board he was with the plan. There was something rather exciting about this plan; as if sneaking around had a sort of additional charm to it.

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The thing was.. the thing was that he came out the absolute winner, and still somehow it bothered him. It would have never – ever – bothered him before, having two beautiful ladies by his side, each of them reachable every time he would desire them. It was the perfect scenario, and still it felt very wrong, very.. Oh god. It was as if he was playing a girl he cared about and still at the other hand being half-rejected by the girl he was madly in love with; but he could cope. It wasn't forever and sneaking around probably had it's charms that he'd figure out in time. He never was an around-the-bushes type of person, but he could adjust. He was sure he could and he was also quite positive he could even find something that suits him in that type of relationship. »Well, m'lady,« he smiled as she pulled away, calling him 'mr. Cunningham', »I did karaoke a while back and I wowed people so much I think we couldn't possibly beat that,« he grinned, thinking of that cute blonde girl he sang with before. What was her name, again? Spencer something? He'll probably befreind her, she seemed really nice – when she decided she wasn't going to kill him for the public embarrasement he caused her. »So I am thinking..« he continued, pulling away from her, but reaching out for her hand, his palm wrapping around her soft fingers. »Miss Grimes, would you like to dance with me?« It was probably dangerous, bald – to show their affection on the dancefloor, since people did love to gossip more than was humanly possible, still he didn't want to just leave their night at that. He'd have loved to dance the night away with the beautiful brunette, exchanging meaningful glances and short touches.