And I'd do anything to make you stay [char]

[charlotte victore]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0px,true][atrb=cellpadding,0px,true] [style=width: 238px; height: 20px; margin-bottom:3px; border: 1px solid #989898; padding-top: 3px; padding-bottom: 8px; text-align:center; font-family:cambria; font-size: 20px; color: #989898;]BEEN HERE ALL ALONG At least now, the tears were gone fro, Charlotte's eyes. She was even smiling a little, her leg running up the metal until it finally touched skin. "You're an idiot. Getting yourself into situations like that," she gave a weak laugh, her gaze lowered now to stare at the leg. She looked over the entire mechanism, wondering how it worked and just how much it must have cost. But she knew how much money Trevor's family had. Pricey objects weren't a problem for him. She gave a weak hum and tapped her nails against the metal. "Should we take it off? Will... will that make you feel any better? It would give your leg a little breathing room- what's left of it." [/style]

[trevor underwood]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0px,true][atrb=cellpadding,0px,true] [style=width: 238px; height: 20px; background:#858585; margin-bottom:0px; border: 1px solid #453D3D; padding-top: 3px; text-align:center; font-family:ms gothic; font-size: 20px; color: #453D3D;]A MILLION LITTLE PIECES "I wanted to feel alive for once." He didn't think as he said the words before gasping faintly. HE sat up, softly laying his hand over her's, shaking his head. "I will never remove this around you. Showing you is more than I can handle. Without, it's a disgusting sight. Something I'll never let these pretty eyes see." He brushed aside her bags, tilting up the girl's chin and stealing a small peck from her forehead before leaning back again, patting his lap for her to join him. "I took enough pills..should..be fine." [/style]

[charlotte victore]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0px,true][atrb=cellpadding,0px,true] [style=width: 238px; height: 20px; margin-bottom:3px; border: 1px solid #989898; padding-top: 3px; padding-bottom: 8px; text-align:center; font-family:cambria; font-size: 20px; color: #989898;]BEEN HERE ALL ALONG Charlotte stared at him in confusion and disbelief. Did he really think this was so bad? She'd seen worse. She'd been in hospitals. She'd seen people with faces that, unlike Trevor's leg, couldn't be replaced despite how damaged, burnt and beaten they were. Was it that big of a deal that he was missing one leg? She understood it was probably hard to live with. But to look at? Charlotte could stare at it all day. "But it looks heavy. We were gonna relax together, remember? That was our plan. Even if not having the leg helps a little bit, you should take it off," Charlotte tried to convince him. It wasn't as though she was desperate to see him without it. What she wanted was whatever was going to make him feel better physically. [/style]

[trevor underwood]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0px,true][atrb=cellpadding,0px,true] [style=width: 238px; height: 20px; background:#858585; margin-bottom:0px; border: 1px solid #453D3D; padding-top: 3px; text-align:center; font-family:ms gothic; font-size: 20px; color: #453D3D;]A MILLION LITTLE PIECES "Please..stop" His voice was soft, weak. He reached out to run a hand through her hair, but didn't pull her hand away. Though he verbally was. "I am more stressed with it off, and then I need a crutch and they are fucking annoying.. just leave it on." He tried to tug the girl, to bring her closer to himself as he smiled, wrapping an arm around her waist and leaning in to steal a short kiss before smirking, eyes focused on the blonde. " ..l've never seen this caring side of you. It's rather cute..~" He hummed softly, but slowly pulled away his arms, the smile quickly falling. He wasn't happy, even if he tried to be. "..Movie..sounds nice. ..but could you grab me sweats? Upstairs, on my dress..sorry love" [/style]

[charlotte victore]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0px,true][atrb=cellpadding,0px,true] [style=width: 238px; height: 20px; margin-bottom:3px; border: 1px solid #989898; padding-top: 3px; padding-bottom: 8px; text-align:center; font-family:cambria; font-size: 20px; color: #989898;]BEEN HERE ALL ALONG Why would Trevor need a crutch when he could just stay where he was on the couch? They didn't have to move anywhere. They could kick back, relax and watch a movie. By the time the movie started, he probably wouldn't even realize his leg wasn't there. Still, Charlotte gave up. She nodded her head, a signal that she heard what he asked of her, and got up to her feet. She didn't bother saying anything, just left the man on the couch as she hurried upstairs to find his sweatpants like he'd asked. When she found them and brought them downstairs, she was very hesitant about asking if he needed any help. He wasn't an invalid. He could do these things himself. But maybe if he was in pain still, he'd want the help. Charlotte stayed quiet, holding them out to him and offering a warm smile. She decided it would be best not to ask. "What movie do you wanna watch, baby...? You got any good new ones?" [/style]

[trevor underwood]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0px,true][atrb=cellpadding,0px,true] [style=width: 238px; height: 20px; background:#858585; margin-bottom:0px; border: 1px solid #453D3D; padding-top: 3px; text-align:center; font-family:ms gothic; font-size: 20px; color: #453D3D;]A MILLION LITTLE PIECES He was glad she didn't ask. Accepting the pants, he used the couch as a aid in trying to slowly stand. The first time didn't work, but the second did and he pulled the pants on before falling back against the couch with a sigh. He felt sick. Trevor wasn't sure if it was because of the leg, or affect of the pain. Probably both. Lovely. He looked towards the entertainment centre below the wall hung television and slowly shrugged. "Whatever you want. Some new actions ones - that weird mystery one that came out last week. Old man got a copy and sent it to me. Want a sneak peek before anyone else~?" Sometimes his parents paid off. Not that he was all that glad - his father only sent it to show off work of a director that had been his student. Idiot. At least it was still a good watch. [/style]

[charlotte victore]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0px,true][atrb=cellpadding,0px,true] [style=width: 238px; height: 20px; margin-bottom:3px; border: 1px solid #989898; padding-top: 3px; padding-bottom: 8px; text-align:center; font-family:cambria; font-size: 20px; color: #989898;]BEEN HERE ALL ALONG The girl gasped in delight, her hands clasping together as she looked down at the friend with a bright smile. Oh, the perks of being so close to a boy with famous parents. A rich boy, no less. Sometimes, Charlotte wondered if her peers ever accused her of using Trevor for his money. Because... she didn't. She genuinely cared about him. His money was just a small bonus. "Please! Then I can spoil it for all my friends at school," she giggled with delight, dropping into her seat on the couch, right beside Trevor, and leaning against his shoulder contently. [/style]

[trevor underwood]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0px,true][atrb=cellpadding,0px,true] [style=width: 238px; height: 20px; background:#858585; margin-bottom:0px; border: 1px solid #453D3D; padding-top: 3px; text-align:center; font-family:ms gothic; font-size: 20px; color: #453D3D;]A MILLION LITTLE PIECES "wow, you're such a peach" He rolled his eyes, wrapping an arm around the girl the moment she was against him, the other on the back of the couch. He held her close, daring to nose as her soft, blonde hair before sighing, grabbing the remote and turning to the movie. "Haven't seen it yet, but the old man said this kid would choose work over air so, at least it will be dedicated. He worked well with the writer he said.." His voice fell off and he turned up the volume. He kept the water bottle close, wondering if he should have asked for more pills.. nah. He'd wait to see how these went. [/style]

[charlotte victore]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0px,true][atrb=cellpadding,0px,true] [style=width: 238px; height: 20px; margin-bottom:3px; border: 1px solid #989898; padding-top: 3px; padding-bottom: 8px; text-align:center; font-family:cambria; font-size: 20px; color: #989898;]BEEN HERE ALL ALONG Charlotte pulled her legs onto the couch, letting them curl up to her right side as she leaned to the left, almost in Trevor's lap. Her head was on his shoulder, her hands weakly grabbing the fabric of his shirt, all while she stared at that big television screen and listening to her boy explain to her. "A movie is a movie. I don't care how bad or good it is. I don't care what kind of movie it is," Charlotte confessed, her head shaking. Whether she was watching Twilight, Saw or The Land Before Time. At least she could say she saw them by the time she was done. Not that those were bad movies. Just movies looked down upon- except the Land Before Time. That movie was the shit. But it was for children. Charlotte would still be called a 'child' by some though. Until she finally reached age eighteen. "What matters is I get to watch something with you." Sap. [/style]

[trevor underwood]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0px,true][atrb=cellpadding,0px,true] [style=width: 238px; height: 20px; background:#858585; margin-bottom:0px; border: 1px solid #453D3D; padding-top: 3px; text-align:center; font-family:ms gothic; font-size: 20px; color: #453D3D;]A MILLION LITTLE PIECES "You're being cute today" His dark eyes were on the girl, watching her curiously before sighing and running a hand through her hair slowly. She was beautiful, but when she acted cute like this, trevor felt his heart sink. In the best of ways. He loved her - more than he could admit for a few years - and seeing her act like this drove him crazy. He wanted to grab her up in his hands and squeeze tight. Keep her as long as he could. Which wouldn't be very. Ouch. "Glad you're easy to please, though" [/style]

[charlotte victore]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0px,true][atrb=cellpadding,0px,true] [style=width: 238px; height: 20px; margin-bottom:3px; border: 1px solid #989898; padding-top: 3px; padding-bottom: 8px; text-align:center; font-family:cambria; font-size: 20px; color: #989898;]BEEN HERE ALL ALONG He'd mentioned that several times already. Was she really being that cute? A faint tint of pink was on her cheeks as she smiled and shifted her body to sprawl out across the couch, her head in his lap now. When her eyes shut, she sighed and tried to reach for one of his hands to take hold of it. "I'm only easy to please because you know how to please me. Everything you do just gets me smiling. You should know that by now!" the high schooler laughed, nuzzling contently at his lap and seeming happy with staying in that position for awhile. "Just like I know... that I make you smile. Sometimes." [/style]

[trevor underwood]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0px,true][atrb=cellpadding,0px,true] [style=width: 238px; height: 20px; background:#858585; margin-bottom:0px; border: 1px solid #453D3D; padding-top: 3px; text-align:center; font-family:ms gothic; font-size: 20px; color: #453D3D;]A MILLION LITTLE PIECES "What are you talking about? I always smile around you" Silly girl. He smiled more around her. His fingers were lost in her blonde hair, slowly stroking while his eyes stayed on the screen. The familiar names made him sick. Trevor would prefer never having anything to do with such a life like this. Despite the perks, he hated the baggage - the drama, the rumours, the pictures, the parties. Star parties sucked. Everyone was too worried about their image to do anything wild. He didn't care about them. Just her. "I plan to keep making you smile." [/style]

[charlotte victore]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0px,true][atrb=cellpadding,0px,true] [style=width: 238px; height: 20px; margin-bottom:3px; border: 1px solid #989898; padding-top: 3px; padding-bottom: 8px; text-align:center; font-family:cambria; font-size: 20px; color: #989898;]BEEN HERE ALL ALONG "Trevor... just don't make some decision to move away without me, and then I'll keep smiling every day that you're around," Charlotte whispered, rolling over onto her back and staring up at him instead of the screen, though Trevor seemed to be the one watching what was going on on the television. It made her smile, gently pulling her skirt down to make sure she was covered in the position she laid in, then crossed her arms over her chest. "If you move away or go on vacation, at least consider asking me if I wanna come." She pouted softly. She never got to go anywhere. Aside from home- in Italy- and here- her other home. [/style]

[trevor underwood]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0px,true][atrb=cellpadding,0px,true] [style=width: 238px; height: 20px; background:#858585; margin-bottom:0px; border: 1px solid #453D3D; padding-top: 3px; text-align:center; font-family:ms gothic; font-size: 20px; color: #453D3D;]A MILLION LITTLE PIECES "What are you talking about? I always smile around you" Silly girl. He smiled more around her. His fingers were lost in her blonde hair, slowly stroking while his eyes stayed on the screen. The familiar names made him sick. Trevor would prefer never having anything to do with such a life like this. Despite the perks, he hated the baggage - the drama, the rumours, the pictures, the parties. Star parties sucked. Everyone was too worried about their image to do anything wild. He didn't care about them. Just her. "I plan to keep making you smile." [/style]

[charlotte victore]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0px,true][atrb=cellpadding,0px,true] [style=width: 238px; height: 20px; margin-bottom:3px; border: 1px solid #989898; padding-top: 3px; padding-bottom: 8px; text-align:center; font-family:cambria; font-size: 20px; color: #989898;]BEEN HERE ALL ALONG "Yes. I'm saying, if you ever run away, take me with you. It'll be like eloping," Charlotte cooed to him teasingly. Where could they elope to where banging a sixteen year old girl was legal? And what about marrying them? Though maybe marriage was a little too soon- and too forward. Her head tilted, her cheek soon against his hand as she tried to nuzzle at his fingers. She was soaking up every ounce of his attention and affection. "I have friends here too. A lot of them. And my school. But, if you left, I wouldn't wanna be here at all." There was no friend she loved more than Trevor. He was her number one. [/style]