((REMEMBERING sunday))((ella))

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There was nothing better than walking out into the early morning, free from all the psychotic fans that wanted to jump you the chance they saw you. Of course, Nicholas shouldn't be bragging about his band becoming famous. It was bloody lucky that they even got the opprotunities given to them. However, there was always a down side to such greatness. Fans are great in general, Pens and Paper always thanked them before and after they performed because honestly, they hold all the power. To sell records, t-shirts, and everything else in between, you had to have customers. It was those obnoxious girls that think that throwing themselves on you that bothered him the most. How could someone be so obsessed with someone that they'd give everything to them? As much as the fan crazed population believed, just by hearing their music and wearing the clothing didn't mean they knew shit about the members. Facebook tells a lot, but it's just like a book cover. Almost everyone on planet earth loved music, does that mean that they all knew each other because of it, no fucking way.

Nicholas rubbed his face slightly before looking around the nearly empty parking lot. The only cars that littered the place were managers and techs that followed the buses. From the lamps that towered over the gravel, no one else was around. He only took great happiness in find a place where he could be left alone. It'd been a while since he'd gotten his own time. Back before he'd joined Pens and Paper, when he'd lived with Gregory, his uncle. The only father figure he had, and Nicholas thought he did a damn good job at it. It didn't matter to him that his mother and father didn't want him because the person that actually cared enough to teach him things was his uncle. In Gregory's house, it was just the two of them. Nicholas could have his alone time whenever he wanted. There was a respect for each other within the household. Still is. That would be the only thing that he didn't like about the fame. It was harder to stay in contact with family back home.

Recognizing a flat-bed truck of one of his band's tech, he decided to venture over and unlock the end. Then, Nicholas turned so his back was on the left side edge of the truck and extended his legs so his feet were on the otherside at the end. Taking a cigarette out of his back pocket, he popped it inbetween his lips before searching for his lighter. A deep purple, the lighter felt light in his hand and it flicked on smoothly. Cigarette now lit, he put it back in his pocket before grabbing the cancer stick between his right middle and fore-finger. A steady stream of smoke escaped through his mouth as he looked over toward his band's tour bus. A silohette of a person stood out, his eyes trying to analyze the form. It looked like someone he knew and when they stepped out closer to the light, Nicholas just smirked.

tag: ella
word count: 519
notes: Care for a Smoke?
credit: hollow HALLELUJAH ! of caution 2.0

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[ella]

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The bus was quiet right now, usually you'ld have one or two other people, either practicing or just taking a break and having a chat. But today there was no one. Ella sat on the couch, eyes on the only TV on the whole bus. Colored characters interacted with eachother on the glass screen, their voices muted by the mute option on the television. Ella was enjoying the silence, so she sat there, listening to the ringing the television gave off. She was catching up on her Toy Story, actually excited for the third movie that was coming out. She knew it was childish, but it was different when it was something you grew up with. 
Ella's phone went off, the sound of music flowed out of the cellular device, startling her. She reached over, and a small smile played onto her face as she read the text message, before rising from the sofa. Her thin legs gave a tingling feeling once she had, and she stretched, having had her legs to her chest for quite awhile. She gave a sigh of satisfaction when her body no longer felt cramped, she walked away from the TV, letting the film play. 
Ella grabbed a large hoodie, putting it over her tiny body, making her feel even smaller in it. She took her pony tail out, letting her long brown hair fall onto her sholder. She put some black skinny jeans on over her boy shorts, and slid her feet into a pair of plain black flats. She grinned to herself, grabbing her cigarettes, and heading out.
The place was clear from the usual fan-filled area. If it weren't fans, it were interviwers. The only people who really got on the girl's nerves were the people who asked the questions. Usually they asked the same thing as someone else at one point had asked. In Ella's point of view, she thought before interviewer's made a list of questions, or after, they should figure out what had already been asked. Ella often got annoyed, not that she was going to say anything, if she said anything, it'd make her look like an asshole, and she really wasn't. 
Ella walked through the parking lot, taking out a cancer stick and placing it between her lips. She took her lighter out, lighting the thin white stick, and inhaling the smoke, and freeing it through the end of her mouth. Her eyes glanced around curiously, in search for the twenty one year old man. She lollygagged around, spinning in slow circles as she searched for the boy, taking the cigarette between her long thin fingers. When her eyes fell on someone on the back of a flat bed, she smiled wide, walking over. Nicholas. When he spotted her, she walked over, crossing her arms beneath her chest. 
" Hey, y'old fart. " she chuckled, putting her cigarette back between her lips.

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WORD COUNT: 480
STATUS: Done!
SONG: Stadium Love - Metric
NOTES: blah (:

 

[bblackmidnightskyc]

"Is that the nice hello I get? Maybe I should've let ya rot in that old bus of yours." Nicholas laughed, blowing out more smoke from his mouth. For 21 years of age, he was actually pretty young himself. Ella was only 19 years old, not far behind him. However, he liked to tease her about being younger than him. In return he was often called old by her. He really didn't care all that much. The one thing that he did care about was the fact that she was smoking. There were a couple of times when he'd tried to quit smoking, by cold turkey or other means, but his symptoms from withdrawal were too dangerous. So he'd continued to suck in the poisonous chemicals until the day he died. Which could be bloody soon for all he knew.

"How is it a young pretty little thing like yourself decided to cut your life short by smoking, hmm?" Sure, he was hypocritical like he mentioned in his texts, but that didn't mean that he hasn't tried to quit. Doctors have always said that when something like this had started at a young age, it's easier to stop than wait years and years. Nicholas wasn't going to stop until he got her to quit, even if he couldn't himself. Supporting his cigarette between his pointer and fore-finger, he used his thumb to shake off the dead end that had been burned up onto the gravel. "Hate to tell it to ya, but following after me would only make your life shorter."

Nicholas moved his legs until there was enough room on the bed of the truck for her to sit comfortably. Being rude to girl wasn't his thing, unless they gave them a reason to. Like those prissy whackers that want to get laid with every guy they know. Throwing Daddy's money everywhere, claiming it was their own. Hell, before Nicholas got into Pens and Paper he'd already helped out his uncle by getting a job as soon as he could. Ella was someone that he'd met on tour, that he'd felt comfortable enough not to care what he did around her. At least not too much. There were just some people in this place that couldn't be trusted, that didn't deserve trust. Paranoid wasn't exact what you would call it, more like keeping skeletons saftely in the closet. Nobody but his step-siblings knew about his life. Hopefully it was going to stay that way.

Taking another drag from his cigarette, Nicholas chuckled. "You look like you got swallowed," he said indicating the oversized jacket she was wearing. It made her look kind of smaller if that was even possible. "You got all dolled up for me I see." Nicholas wasn't wearing all spiffed up clothing either. Actually it was just one of his dark fade jeans, white muscle shirt, and a navy blue short sleeve button up. Casual was just about all that was going to come from him at the moment. One thing that you would never see him in are those skinny jeans. Crikey! Nicholas would never be able to pull that off so he stayed clear from that line of clothing and settled for what he felt comfortable in.

tag: ella
word count: 541
notes: Nicholas = dork hahahahaha
credit: hollow HALLELUJAH ! of caution 2.0

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[ella]

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Ella laughed rolling her eyes. " Well then, I'd make sure I have a note beside my body saying it's your fault, then I'll let you rot in jail. " she winked at him, smirking. Ella knew he wasn't much older than her, but it was all for self amusement. Not to mention it was a harmless joke. 
Ella pulled herself up on to the flatbed, sitting Indian style as she sighed out a puff of smoke, eyes scanning the area, before landing back on him. " Ahh, a smoking lecture. " She held the cigarette between her index finger and her thumb, looking at it with half closed eyes. " Because, when I'm eighty years old, I won't exactly be the pretty young thing, now would I? " she leaned back against the truck, eyes moving from the bud to Nicholas. She knew he meant good, and at some point she was going to thank him for it. 
Ella could even remember when she first started. She was fourteen, and just at the point where she realized she wanted to break from her perfect little shell and find a world of michief and scandals, she fell apon a group of girls that had a few classes with her. She had been walking home, eyes on the ground, minding her own buisiness as her mind replayed the events of the day behind her. She only glanced over at them for a split second, until she noticed they were glancing and pointing in her direction. She was particularly bothered by this, she would've kept walking, but her adrenaline kicked in. Her eyes ignored the whispering girls, and were glued on the burning cigarettes inbetween each of their chubby sausage fingers - yeah, each of them were quite big, but she didn't exactly like thinking of them like that - and she smiled politely to them. Usually she'd walk on by, but at this moment she wanted to break her own rules, asking them for one. But Ella remembered for quite awhile after that she didn't like it, it had taken her awhile to get used to it.
When Nicholas mentioned how she looked in her clothing, she chuckled, shrugging. Her eyes looked down on the hoodie. It wasn't even her's. She had a habit of taking Jayce's clothes when he wasn't looking, usually stuff just lying around, because she liked his clothes. Sure, he wasn't exactly the best boyfriend, but she still didn't mind laying in bed in one of his shirts to wear for pyjamas. " It's not mine, Jayce's. I just grabbed it and went. " Ella ran her hand through her hair, going over what he was wearing. " I would pick on you about what you're wearing, but you actually look like you tried. "

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WORD COUNT: 465
STATUS: Done!
SONG: Stadium Love - Metric
NOTES: hahahaha (:

 

[bblackmidnightskyc]

Looking out into the darkness of the parking lot, Nicholas took a drag of his cigarette and laughed as he was exhaling the smoke. "I see. You're taking me down with you is that it?" he said with a sly smirk appearing on his lips. Joking with Ella was like a breath of fresh air. No, he didn't have feelings for her, not in that way. He just enjoyed the light, yet sarcastic talk she gave him. People like Alyx from Kickstart My Heart was fun to tease because she was so young and naive. Bloody 17 year old in a place like this. However, Ella wasn't overly bubbly or fake so he enjoyed her company.

"You're damn right," Nicholas stated after she called his advice a 'smoking lecture'. Oh, he hated them himself, but it helped him think about it in a way he needed. If only he could put those words into actions himself, then he'd be better off. It wasn't going to happen soon enough though. A light chuckle came from his lips at her choice of words. "Touche." As much as it bothered most people, he wasn't afraid to get old and die. It was just something life threw at you before you went away. Learning from your mistakes and passing down wisdom to the new generation. If they even listened. Nicholas flicked off the burnt end of his cigarette again before taking one, last drag of the now too short cigarette. With one quick puff, Nicholas threw the stub over toward the light pole sitting alone in the parking lot about 20 feet away.

It was nice to see Ella in a good mood anyhow. Nicholas was in a good mood as well. For something so rare, it was nice to see. There weren't a lot of things that got him angry or upset, but when they do, he gets really pissed. Like a blaze when you strike a match. It takes a few tries, but when you hit the right area, you got burning hot flames. That dear mother of his was one of those subjects he loved to avoid because of that reason. His father still made him burn inside, but Carmen was just about the only person that made him angry.

Nicholas clenched his teeth at the sound of Ella's boyfriend's name. Even though her next set of words would definately give him a laugh, it was instantly dowsed with annoyance. Ever since he met the guy he'd gotten a bad vibe from him, like he's hiding something. The way Ella acted around him was only making things seem worse. Nicholas was having an easier time seeing through that mask she puts on around him. It's like she's afraid to say something wrong when he's there. "You're still with that dipstick?" As much as he wanted to say it in a joking manner, it came out more like a serious question with a hint of annoyance.

tag: ella
word count: 492
notes: Awwwwww. The over protective brother! lol
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[ella]

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Ella smiled, looking at her feet, before removing her flats. There was something about shoes that really bothered her. Maybe it was the fact that her toes constantly felt squished inside her shoes, like her toes were annoyed that they couldn't stretch. She looked down at her painted black toe nails, and pulled her legs up to her chest. " That was my life purpose, Nicholas, it was to bring you down. " she laughed, hugging her legs.
" I know I should quit. " Ella mumbled. She did know she should, and she surely felt like she should, but she didn't feel like going through the horrible side effects of quitting. Sure, it wasn't as bad as quitting drugs, but she didn't like being cranky or in a bad mood. Ella had to admit though, she was doing good at staying clear from drugs. She didn't see how stuffing a bunch of pills don't your throat could be fun. Not to mention, if she were sitting down with a bunch of friends, she wouldn't trust any of their stone heads with her life. She'd end up over dosing and they'd be dancing around in their underwear because they thought she was sleeping. " I just don't feel like it, right now. " she stated honestly. 
Ella's eyes followed the cigarette as he flicked it away. Her's sat between her fingers, the ashes gathering up as the small light of flame burned it away. She got Nicholas' hint he was trying to leave. Obviously, he didn't enjoy the fact that she smoked, most people didn't evn mind. She wasn't used to people people telling her to stop because she was surronded by it. Well, she had her parents who nagged at her everytime they saw that cancer stick between her lips, but that was normal. She was sure every teenager that smoked had that problem, unless their parents smoked, too. 
Ella frowned at Nicholas's reaction to Jayce's name. She was positive she must've been horrible about keeping her emotions on track when Jayce was around. She tried her best not to give off how she felt about Jayce around others, but the boy often scared her so much, even around other people, that she couldn't help but feel in danger. But she made sure she covered up any bruises that weren't left behind from any anger outburst Jayce may have. She didn't want people worrying about her, not to mention, it wasn't as bad as some people thought. Sure, Jayce broke out into anger fits a lot, but inbetween those he was a great guy. He made her feel like her legs were going to give out from beneath her. The way he made his voice soft whenever he wanted her to feel special. He pretty much had her wrapped around his index finger. She'd do anything for him, but then again, she didn't know whether it was because she was in love with him, or because she was terrefied of him. 
" Yeah... " she replied softly, taking a long drag from the cigarette, before knocking off the ashes that were building up on the end. " But he's not that bad. " she defended.

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WORD COUNT: 525
STATUS: Done!
SONG: Stadium Love - Metric
NOTES: haha that's exactly what I thought when I read it! XD

 

[bblackmidnightskyc]

Nicholas glanced over to see Ella remove her shoes and stare at her feet. What an odd thing to do, but he didn't say anything about it. Her toenails were painted black, not that suprising of a color. Most girls around here had painted nails, black being the common choice of color. He rolled his eyes, looked away and gave a small smile at her words. He wasn't going to bug her anymore about stopping her smoking addiction. His opinion was spoken, so he left it at that. A small group of people, probably people from another band walked by, talking about god knows what. They were two far away and by the looks of it, they didn't notice Ella and himself sitting out in the middle of the parking lot. His eyebrows creased as he thought of how similiar it was to his high school years. In Austrailia, the halls were always filled with people in their small groups or cliques. Nicholas wasn't stuck to one particular group of people until he met his sibling, Jake King. The best friend he could ever had just so happened to have Nicholas' real maternal parent for his step-mother. It was ironic that would happen, wasn't it? Once he thought that he'd never see his mother again, she shows up with a new husband and kids in tow. Nicholas' gaze grew blank as he thought of his mother. It was subject he hated to talk about, even think about. Yet, it always seemed to snake its way into his conscious. Bloody annoying, it was.

Pushing it back those thoughts aside, Nicholas studied Ella's reaction to the comment he made about her boyfriend. It sounds bad that he'd be so against Jayce, but he was so sure that guy was hurting Ella. Why would anyone want to be around someone that would hurt them? It was hard to imagine, since he hadn't ever been in an abusive relationship. Nicholas was sure that if Jayce wasn't hitting her, then he was being abusive with words. It's hard to ignore the way she reacted when he spoke, like waiting for a bomb to go off. That's not how girls are treated. She was a human being for God's sake. It just made him more upset to be so clueless about this type of thing. He had no experience to back up his words, only opinions. He wasn't that bad? Nicholas watched the smoke drift away, then looked at her with doubt in his eyes. She was being defensive, like he expected. Feeling in his pocket, he thought of taking out another cigarette. Sighing heavily, he pulled his pack out and stuck it back in his front pocket, a stick in between his middle and fore-finger. However, Nicholas didn't pull out his lighter. His back leaning against the side of the truck bed, Nicholas lifted his left leg until his left foot rested flat beside his right knee. He ran his hand through his dark brown hair before speaking. "Please tell me the truth," Nicholas said, his eyes tearing from the star filled sky until his eyes locked onto Ella's, "Has he ever laid a hand on you?" No, he didn't mean the obvious boyfriend/girlfriend thing. That was way out of his comfort zone and it was way too personal for him. Physical violence was just completely unacceptable. Nicholas made sure that he looked straight into her eyes when he asked, the thought of her lying to him passing his mind. It was upsetting to think about, but it was easily understood why. Eyes are the hardest to cover up emotions and reactions.

tag: Ella
word count: 608
notes: Nicholas is going to pester until he gets his answers, isn't he? lol He'll probably get more serious as the conversation goes on. Sorry about the shortness of speech. >.<
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[ella]

Ella/Nicholas

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When the small group of people passed by, her icy blue eyes followed. Who they were, she wasn't able to exactly point out. She imagined they were probably merch or goupies, even, for she couldn't recognize them. They walked close, chatting and giggling about whatever they were going on about. It was those kinds of people Ella would 'accidently' over hear their conversation. She'd have her back to them, of course, listening in carefully, and if the topic interested her, she'd pretend to be multitasking. But she couldn't hear them from where she sat, unfortunately. She was so nosy like that. Always interested in what everyone else in the world was doing. 
When they disappeared from her vision, she returned her focus back to Nicholas. She scanned him without really looking at all of him, she just put the pieces together using her memory. Nicholas was a hard one to forget, and she knew that in the future, he'd be one of the ones she wish she could relive some moments with. There relationship was more of a brother sister type of relationship, and she was fine with that. If anything, she was more than glad that it was like that. It meant she had someone to really talk to without having to worry. In a place like this, it was hard. Gossip traveled fast, because barely anyone had any trust amoungst the rest because they were scared. Once they found that small group they belonged in - in their own band, or not - they stuck to them like glue. 
In her own mind, defending her boyfriend seemed like the obvious thing to do. It was the girlfriend's job to stick up for him, well, at least that's what she thought. Well, no. That wasn't what she thought. Her concious screamed at her to keep it quiet, the feeling at the pit of her stomach would go insane, and she tried her best not to say anything. Jayce was scary sometimes. He was often violent, whether he was drunk or not, it all depended on his mood. 
Nicholas made eye contact with her, and instantly she felt uncomfortable. Usually she'd pull her eyes away, bothered with making eye contact with the opposite person. Oddly, Ella only felt a little bit uncomfortable. It mostly felt unfamiliar to her, that was all. He asked her, and her eyes widened slightly. She opened her mouth to protest, but hesitated, before dragging her eyes away and looking in a random direction. " He doesn't hurt me. " she said softly, looking back at him. She didn't like lying to him, but it wasn't his buisiness to begin with. She didn't understand why someone would want to get involved with two people, especially if those two were going out, and shoving themselves into their buisiness. It wasn't like he was a therapist, anyway.

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WORD COUNT: 476
STATUS: Done!
SONG: Hump De Bump - Red Hot Chili Peppers
NOTES: haha probably, unless if he knows what to say (:

 

[bblackmidnightskyc]

Seeing a group laugh and joke around like that as they passed by made Nicholas remember his high school years. Going back to the days when he had an Uncle who gave him shelter and fatherly advice. Where he'd almost never got in trouble with Gregory, whether it be from respect, or the fact that he didn't want to be left behind by him either, Nicholas didn't know. It was more than likely a mixture of both. Gregory was like his savior when he hadn't a clue what to do with his mother, Carmen. Gregory took the time to discipline and raise him and he loved that about his Uncle. That was the type of person he looked up to, and he felt that he could help some of those around him with the same idea in mind. However, Nicholas wasn't Gregory's son or Gregory himself. The urge to help tended to be masked by the idea that he was just being nosy with information. Although, Nicholas liked to have as much information about people as he could, it wasn't intentionally bad.

One thing that Gregory taught him, was the way a girl should be treated. Nicholas wasn't told to be the obnoxiously persistant ladies-man to have sex with every pretty girl he met. No, he was taught how to be the nice guy that treated girls with respect. Yet, that was a little hard for him. There was always a difference between a relationship and a one-night stand. The latter of the two was just to have sex with no need to care about the other's emotions and dreams. Relationships were more fragile because it was the opposite. That's what bugged him the most about what he saw in Ella and Jayce's relationship. How was there any sign of respect for the other, if they have to put up a mask over their cowering? Nicholas was faced with two contradictions. On one end, he wanted to be the advice giver to help out Ella, but he had no support behind it. At the other side, he didn't want to be the friend that just backed off and let this continue on, but he really had no place to be in their business anyway. Sitting there, staring at the red-head, he was completely confused.

The fact that her eyes diverted was enough to make him sigh, especially when she said that Jayce doesn't hurt her. At that moment, the sigh he held in escaped, a hint of annoyance in the air. Why was it so much harder for Nicholas to talk to Ella about this subject, when Gregory had no problem with him? Now that he looked back he almost wanted to say he was more gullible from his Uncle. Running his hand through his soft dark brown hair, Nicholas looked out into the darkness of the parking lot. "What happens between the two of you is your own thing. But I'd rather you not lie to my face," he said, glancing back at her as he mentioned her lying. His eyebrows dropped, confusion on his face as he continued,"I just don't understand how someone ends up in that kind of relationship."

tag: Ella
word count: 533
notes: Okay, or not okay. That is the question. lol
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[ella]

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Ella was starting to feel bad, treating him like this. Plus, it'd be nice to get it off her chest, have someone to go to whenever Jayce decided to snap, again. But what if he didn't want to listen to it? What if he really didn't care and just wanted something to talk about? Surely he didn't want to listen to how bad her life was if he may have problems of his own. But she didn't know, she couldn't know. She didn't know what went on inside his head, what he thought whenever he looked at her. All she knew was that she liked his company.
Ella fiddled around with a piece of thread that stuck out from the shirt. It was next to impossible to see, but it distracted her for the moment. Her attention then went to her nails, as she bit on the nails on her free hand and thought about whether or not to say anything. What if Jayce found out she told someone? Would he get even madder? Or what if he left her? A nervous feeling grew at the pit of her stomach. 
" What happens between the two of you is your own thing. But I'd rather you not lie to my face, " Ella looked at him, once again feeling guilty. She didn't like lying to him, either. It made her feel as though he was disappointed in her, and she hated that. She should be able to tell him everything. Why couldn't she. She glanced away, flicking her cigarette away, but not watching as it soared and hit the cement. She drew in a deep breath, running her fingers through her brown hair. 
Ella opened her mouth to say something, but she didn't know how to word it. It was difficult, the words in her mind, but just could not process to her mouth. She hesitated, sitting up straight, letting her legs go back into an idian style position. She raised the sleeve on her shirt, revealing bruise that had mixed colors of brown, black and blue. The bruise resembled long strips, where Jayce had grabbed her roughly. She looked away, hitting the inside of her lip. 
The bruises were a reminder of one of those times Jayce got angry. He had drawn close to her, his hands clinging on to her arms, and she pleaded for him to let go, telling him he was hurting her. He refused to listen, and went on angerly, growling at her, and if she cried loud enough, he'd shake her a bit, trying to make her shut up. She hated remembering, which was why she hated talking about it. When she lowered the sleeve, she refused to look at him, kind of regretting showing him. 
" It happened the other night... " she finally said. " I made him angry. " she looked at him, not impressed with herself.

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WORD COUNT: 481
STATUS: Done!
SONG: The Bird and The Worm - The Used
NOTES: sorry it's so crappy x.x

 

[bblackmidnightskyc]

The air felt uncomfortable as the two sat in silence in the back of a truck bed. Nicholas hated the feeling, making his stomach slightly queasy. How could he turn their light conversation to something so serious? The kid that was the class clown, the one that loved to make people laugh, that was him. Not long ago that was his main goal, but now? He was pressuring this girl with information that was honestly, none of his business. Carmen had affected him more than he thought. Somewhere deep inside, Nicholas felt the need to help women, especially Ella. He felt that he had to do whatever he could to make her feel important, appreciated. So he became the protector. He didn’t want to run off anyone else.

He found herself watching her pick at the thread and bite her nails in a poor attempt of distraction. Nicholas chuckled in his head at her actions. After you hang with people, you can figure out the small things they do under stress. Right now, he would definitely be having a smoke. Looking down at the cigarette in his hand, unlit, his urge was hard to ignore. He just wanted to feel the stick, even if smoking wasn’t what he wanted to do right now in front of Ella. Nicholas wanted to show his control over his addiction. Nervousness was flowing from Ella and in turn he felt his nerves go on end. This wasn’t what he wanted to do to her. His right hand ran through his hair a few times before he rested his arm on his upright knee.

Looking out into the night, he didn’t know what to do to help the situation. Staring at her would only make her and himself more uncomfortable, however when she started moving around he couldn’t help but look her way. Then, like in slow motion she lifted her shirt sleeve revealing a bruise in a shape of a gripped hand. For a few seconds, a rush of questions ran through his head and he didn’t know what to do but frown. When did this happen? Judging by the color, it happened not that long ago, maybe couple of days ago at most? Why did it happen? That wasn’t something he could figure out on his own, even if he asked her about it, she would only have her own view and not the real truth. Pushing the shock aside, Nicholas felt anger flow down like raging waters.

Fury was in his eyes, but as he looked at the bruise once again. He felt himself directing some of that anger toward himself. How come he didn’t see anything earlier? Why didn’t he DO something about it? Looking at the truth, the questions weren’t easily answered. All of this abuse over anger. At the sound of that, Nicholas looked away keeping that raging look away from her. That was the last thing she needed at the moment, someone else angry even if it was for different reasons. “I know saying I’m sorry isn’t going to make anything easier on you….” he stared, a little nervous about worrying her. “I really appreciate you telling me. I only wish I could help you in some way.” It took a lot to tell him about something so important to her. Even if he was angry, he felt something inside of him clench. Ella was trusting HIM with her secret. He thought back to his annoyance and scowled to himself. “If something like this ever and I mean EVER happens again, come find me.” He looked into her eyes when he spoke to her, trying to tell her how much he meant what he said. A hint of frustration escaped into his words before he could hide it. “Being angry is NO excuse for hurting someone. I don’t care if he thinks he has a reason. That’s not how you treat people.” His mouth moved, projecting his thoughts. “I can help if you let me.” Nicholas didn’t know what exactly he could do to make the situation better, but he needed to let her know she wasn’t alone. He didn’t know it yet, but that was what he wanted with his own problems, someone to be there and tell him that it wasn’t his fault.

tag: ella
word count: 735
notes: It's more of a rough post, so if it's a little off I'm sorry. >.<
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[ella]

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Ella could remember worse times with Jayce. Sometimes she could've sworn that he was bipolar or something. It didn't take long for him to get angry, like there was a switch inside him that switched and he automatically went full force angry. She could see the look in his eyes before he was about to go into an angry fit, that dark look that made shivers go down her spine. He'd start talking negative about everything, and sometimes he might start breaking stuff. Ella would try her best to life the mood, make the situation better, sometimes she'd succeed, sometimes she wouldn't. If she didn't, she'd try her best to ignore it, keep to herself. 
Ella looked at him nervously, seeing the look in his eyes, and looked away. She knew this situation was different than the situations she was in with Jayce, but she still couldn't stand looking him right in the eye. She was relieved when he looked away, and she looked back at him. Anger was such am ugly thing, and it was like a chain. She hated it, and hated the results to people being angry. Plus, it was a stupid emotion. When you were angry, you were bringing everyone around you down with you.
" It's alright... " she replied with a shrug. Just telling him about this was enough. Being as he was the first. She was just worried about what would happen to Jayce, how if everyone found out, everyone would hate him, and she'd feel horrible. Sure, what he did was wrong, but he didn't deserve all the hate people would give him. It'd probably make things worse, since he'd have no one else to turn to, or talk to.
" I will... Ella nodded. " You can help by... " she  started, thinking about what she was going to say. " You can help by not telling anyone, or not going after Jayce. " she flashed Nicholas a pleading look, begging him not to. " I know it was wrong, but please, please don't go after him. I'll work up the courage some day to do it, but I don't want anyone else doing it for me. " she looked him in the eye, trying to make sure he wouldn't.

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WORD COUNT: 376
STATUS: Done!
SONG: Hump De Bump - Red Hot Chili Peppers
NOTES: I am sooo sorry! D: My Ella muse just hit rock bottom in like, a snap of a fingure, and this post is crap x.x I'm sooo sorry D;