stop this train *

[alexander wyatt]

Things had been going incredibly good for Alexander Wyatt. Actually, that was a bit of an understatement. Ever since December had come into his life in this new way, he had been in better moods, he hadn't once thought about turning to alcohol about anything, things with his mother were growing to be better (slowly, but at least they were making progress) and the guy was even finding the motivation to do a bit better in school. He had fallen head over heals for this girl and if you couldn't see it just by looking at him, you were clearly out of your mind. It almost seemed like every second of every day, she was somewhere in his mind, the very thought of her putting a crooked smile on his lips. Things were just so great. There was no other way that he could put it and if you were to ask him to explain himself, he probably would have been at total loss for words. He was blessed, to say the least. He was still trying to figure out what it was about him that December had found to keep her from leaving him completely. Funny how things worked out. At one point, he was cocky and arrogant, thinking every girl was dying to be able to come home with him and now that one was actually seriously involved in his life and wasn't someone he was just going to get rid of easily, he couldn't figure any of it out.

With all of that being said, it was really no surprise that Alexander had made plans with December for later that afternoon. Currently, he was lounging around on the sofa in the living room, his guitar resting in his lap as he plucked mindlessly at the strings. Under his breath, he was muttering words to himself, like he was trying to piece ones together that sounded right next to one another. But, he lost his train of thought when he heard his phone vibrating against the wooden coffee table just in front of him. Leaning forward with his guitar still positioned in his lap, he grasped the phone and looked down at the name. Melissa. It didn't take long for Alexander's eyebrows to scrunch together in confusion. Why was she calling him? Better question, why did he still have her number in his phone? It was safe to say that things with this girl hadn't exactly been perfect. He had used her just like the girls before her, but she seemed to have taken it all harder than the others. He hesitated. You couldn't blame him for it, either. But, eventually, he got the nerve to push the call button and put the phone to his ear. "Hello?"

The conversation was awkward as it began, the girl on the other line making sure that he knew exactly who it was. "Listen.. Alex.. Do you think that we could meet up today?"

[/color] More hesitation coming from him. She was planning to murder him. There was no doubt in his mind. "I - uhh - I actually have plans for today. With December.."[/color] She had cut him off before he could even finish, not that he had really known how to finish something like that, insisting that it wouldn't take more than just a few minutes. It didn't take long for Alexander to give in, telling her to arrive before four.

As time passed by, he didn't realize why he felt so guilty about having Melissa over. He wasn't planning on doing anything with her besides hear whatever she had to say to him, which he really just thought was a bunch of yelling she still needed to get off her chest or something. But, it just didn't feel right having another girl in the house and he wasn't so sure how December would feel knowing one of his past girlfriends was hanging out with him moments before she was. As eager as he was to figure out what this was about, time had somehow managed to fly by right before his eyes and it wasn't very long before he was walking over to the door and opening it. He let that familiar face come right into his home with a simple hello. This felt so strange to him. The only face he ever saw coming into his house nowadays was December's. They were making small talk on the couch for not more than a few minutes before Alexander decided to cut the bullshit. "Why exactly are you here, Melissa?"[/color] While it may have seemed like a rude thing to say, his tone proved otherwise. At that moment, the beautiful blonde's eyes darted over past Alexander's head to the window just behind him that was just next to the front door. If he had just paid attention to that one little detail, he would have saved himself a lot of trouble.

At any other point of his past, Alexander would have been delighted by what had happened next. But, at this point, it was so surprising, that he could barely gather his thoughts to actually bring himself to do something. Suddenly, the thin frame had come incredibly close to him, one of her legs even coming to the other side of his body as she positioned herself in his lap. "I want you back, Alex."[/color] Her voice was nothing but a whisper close to his ear.

M U S I C , rose garden by nick jonas & the administration
S T A T U S , completee!
N O T E S , OOOOH SNAP.
C L O T H I N G , right here.

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[december van buren]

It was no secret that December Van Buren was generally happy with the way things were going in her life. Outside of her home, that is. She was doing well in school, had managed to stay out of any pointless catty girl fights, and she was in a relationship with one of the most amazing guys that she knew. It was really all too good to be true. There was the small fear in the back of her mind that things weren't going to stay this way for long. After all, December was no stranger to disappointment. Courtesy of her very own dear parents. But she'd refused to let this fear linger in her thoughts for more than a few moments at a time. Why should she waste her time being afraid when she could be enjoying the good things. After all, if they were going to come to an end, she wasn't going to waste the time she had with them worrying about a time when they would no longer be there. If things did start to slide downhill, she would need the memory of when times were better to help her through. Isn't that really how people managed to overcome their hardships? By reminiscing on the positive and hoping that it would come again? This was really the only way that Ember was still sane today. She was well skilled at using her memories to escape a terrible situation. She had, after all, had plenty of practice in this area. Not that she was happy about that.

But lately, she hadn't had much need for this skill. She was away from her home more and more, and spending that time with someone who was quickly becoming everything to her. Maybe she was falling too hard, too fast. But she honestly didn't care. People always said to be careful with your heart, but she honestly didn't see why she would need to be any more cautious than she already had. It had taken a lot of convincing for her to be in this situation in the first place. And now that she was, she wasn't only going to commit with half of her heart. What would be the point in that? December had truthfully never gone halfway with any of her relationships. She knew that she was the type of person who loved her friends just a little too much. But it was mostly because they brought her happiness when she could be living in a world of anguish. They were the only reason she was the way she was. When someone cared about her, she felt it. Really, truly felt it. Unlike most other people, she didn't like to take her friends and loved ones for granted. She understood that they didn't have to be there and that it was very easy for them to leave. Which was why it was probably bad that she let herself get so close to them in the first place. When they left, it was so much harder to take.

But it didn't seem that anyone she knew would be leaving her any time soon. At least, not to her. So, she'd gone about this day just like any other one. She'd woken up, gone about her morning routine, and had decided to mess around on her guitar for a little while. She didn't take up anything too time consuming as she had plans with Alex Wyatt that afternoon. Which was really the only thing she was looking forward to that day. When it seemed late enough to go without being horridly early, she set aside her beloved instrument and made sure that she looked decent. She was dressed casually as this was a casual sort of meeting, and her make up was minimal. She spent a few minutes fixing her hair before grabbing the few things she would need with her and heading down the stairs. Quietly, she made her way through the house. The last thing she needed was her father grilling her about where she was going and who she would be with. She didn't like lying. Even though it was very necessary. She managed to avoid him and after she closed the front door, she relaxed considerably. She began her short journey to Alex's house, only half paying attention to the music on the radio. When she finally arrived, her eyebrows pulled together in mild confusion as she noticed an unfamiliar car in the driveway. Perhaps his mother had gotten a new one. But... wasn't she out working?

Cutting the engine to her own car, she stepped out into the slightly chilly air and made her way up the front steps. She didn't bother knocking on the door as Alex had told her that she no longer needed to knock. She was welcome in his home any time and she knew it. So, as she twisted the door knob, pushing open the door and shutting it behind her, she didn't notice the scene in the living room until she turned toward the interior of the house. Only a few steps in and she was glued to the spot. The scene in front of her caused her breath to catch in her throat. Alex was on the couch with another girl and he was... he was kissing her! Betrayal that December had never before experience pushed its way through her veins, causing her heart to pound in her ears. The tears sprang to her eyes suddenly, blurring the despicable scene in front of her. "I should have known." She managed to say in a surprisingly vulnerable voice before she turned around, opening the door to leave again.

STATUS: finished!
TAGGED: alexander wyatt / steff bby!
MUSIC: hurricane - 30 seconds to mars
OUTFIT: fierce fierce fierce
NOTES: oh noooooo.

[alexander wyatt]

While there were so many things that had been going very wrong in Alexander's life, there was one thing that he was more than positive wasn't wrong. That he knew he didn't want anything about it to change or go away and that was his relationship with December. Everything about it was running smoothly and Alexander couldn't have been happier with it all. For the first time, he wasn't thinking about what he could do to hurt her. He hadn't even thought once about possibly cheating on her. Actually, it was quite the opposite. The very thought of him ever breaking her heart or hurting her in any way, shape or form made him sick. There was no way that he would ever get the nerve to do something like that to her. Granted, he had had the nerve to do it to several girls before her, but this was different. He didn't want to and he absolutely wasn't going to. December meant more to him than she would most likely ever even realize and he didn't see that changing anytime soon. With the impact that she had made in his life with her stubbornness, attitude about everything, smile, personality, everything.. There was just no way that Alexander could ever be dumb enough to let that all go away. He had done stupid things constantly in his life. Hell, it just came naturally to him at this point. But, this was different when it came to December. A lot different.

While the girl may not have even realized it, she was finally getting him to open up his eyes to so many things. All of the mistakes that he had done before and what he was doing wrong with his life now were finally beginning to hit him. It wasn't any sort of pleasant tap, either. More of a brick to the head. One after the another after another. Some of the damage he had made seemed irreversible at this point in time, but he had something this time around that he hadn't had before. A reason. A purpose and the motivation to want to do better. It was a totally new feeling that was running through his veins, but it certainly wasn't one that he would ever in a million years complain about. December was just overall incredible. Nothing less than that, but probably even more. So, having his ex-girlfriend in his home wasn't the most comfortable of situations for him. Not only was he uncomfortable, but he was anxious to have her out of there. The second she had even stepped into the house, he wished that he had never agreed to have her over in the first place. Since when did Alexander care about sounding rude? He could have easily just told her to turn her ass around and that he didn't care what she had to say to him. But, the truth of the matter was, he honestly felt like he owed her that much. A few minutes of his time wasn't going to kill him and it wasn't like he was going to do something stupid in that short span of time.

But, apparently, it didn't matter how big or small the span of time was. Alexander Wyatt was always capable of doing something stupid. Or in this case, letting something stupid happen and making it look really, really bad. At her words, a look of utter confusion and surprise came across his face. "What the fu -- "

He wasn't even capable of getting a profanity out before her lips had pressed forcefully against his own. No. This was not happening. How was he going to explain this to December? There were absolutely no words that could come out of his mouth that could make it seem like this was a total accident and he knew it, but at the same time he also knew that he wasn't going to be able to keep it from her. That was the first thing that had bolted through his mind. That there was no way he could lie to December, but that he truly hadn't meant for this to happen. Before he could even bring himself to pull away or get her off of him, he heard a voice that proved to him he wouldn't even have to worry about hiding anything from anyone. His lips pulled away very rapidly and his head shot around to look behind him, December standing right there before his eyes. Nothing could have made his heart sink down lower. "No.. December, No."

[/color] It was all he could manage to let out of his mouth before he grabbed Melissa by the waste and pulled her up off of him, tossing her more gently than she deserved over to the other side of the couch.

Alexander was at the door in just a matter of a few short seconds, his stomach tied up in so many knots, he felt like punching a wall. He got to her just as she walked out the door. Bringing his right hand over to her shoulder, he tugged at it gently to try to get her to turn around. "December, you have to believe me. That wasn't what it looked like."[/color] For the first time, Alexander was terrified. The one person that he cared about more than anything was walking away from him. The one time that he really hadn't meant any wrong was turning around on him. "Please. I wouldn't do that to you."[/color] His voice was nearly helpless. He knew he wasn't sounding convincing and that was tearing him apart even more. This wasn't going to end nicely. He could feel it. Karma really is a bitch.

M U S I C , silence.
S T A T U S , completee!
N O T E S , </3
C L O T H I N G , right here.

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[december van buren]

It was funny how time could slow down when you didn't want it to. People always wished that they could control the flow of time, put off a meeting or a test. That was always when it seemed to speed up, as if merely to spite them. At this moment, however, it seemed that the accursed thing known as time was coming to a crashing halt, letting December see every little detail in front of her. The way Alex was sitting so non-chalantly with another girl on his couch. How she was practically on top of him, gripping him tightly. And how their lips were pushed together in a way that the young woman had experienced so many times before. As she regretfully took in these images, she wished she could spit them out again. Her heart hit the floor as she realized what this meant. The first question in her mind was why. Why would he do this to her? Had he simply gotten bored and decided to move on? Why not? It wasn't like he'd never done that before. In fact, Alexander Wyatt was quite good at that. She should have known. Should have known that this would happen, that he would betray her. She was kidding herself to think that she was any different, that she was special. It turned out that she was just like every other girl he'd ever been with. And the sad part was that she hadn't seen this coming at all. She'd walked right into it. Literally and figuratively. She supposed that it was partly her fault for trusting him in the first place. But it didn't make it hurt any less.

December heard him call after her as she turned to leave, but she didn't respond. She didn't want to hear his lies or lame excuses. She just wanted to leave this place before she was sick. She needed to find some way to get this feeling out of her system. Every time her heart beat, it sent with it a shock of pain through her veins and she was finding it difficult to breathe. Somehow she managed to make it out of the door before he caught up to her, turning her around by the shoulder. She batted his hand away, not wanting him to touch her. As she faced him, there was a fierce anger in her eyes along with a heartbreaking look of betrayal. She didn't want to cry in front of him, but she was finding it harder and harder to keep back the tears that threatened to fall from her sparkling eyes. She laughed as he spoke, a laugh that held no humor. "Oh sure. How many times have you said that one, Alex?" He had to have some serious mental problems if he thought she was going to fall for that. No. She was done being his little toy. She wasn't going to fall under his spell, waving this off as if nothing happened. There may have been a time when he could fool her, but she wasn't going to let it happen again. If only she had listened to the more cautious part of her when she'd been deciding whether or not to take the leap with Alex. If she had said no, she wouldn't be feeling as if she were about to break apart from the inside out.

The fact of the matter was that she hadn't listened to herself and now she was going to have to deal with the consequences. It was just too bad this couldn't have happened sooner. Before she'd gone and fallen in love with him. It would have made this whole thing much easier. He spoke again and she rolled her eyes at him. "That might have worked on some of you other girls, but not on me. Just, stay away from me!" She turned to leave again. She couldn't stand to see him anymore, afraid she would do or say something she regretted. As she began toward her car once again, she had a feeling he would try to stop her once more, she just didn't know how much more she could take before she really did break. In a split second, she lost control of the tears, and they began to spill from her dark eyes, shamelessly trailing down her face. The worst part about this whole thing was that she knew what kind of person Alex was. She'd let her emotions get in the way, something she was regretting heavily at this moment in time. He could try all he wanted to win her back. She could only imagine what he would say. But she couldn't fall for it. Not again.

STATUS: finished!
TAGGED: alexander wyatt / steff bby!
MUSIC: hurricane - 30 seconds to mars (yes again. XD)
OUTFIT: fierce fierce fierce
NOTES: poor bb. DDX

[alexander wyatt]

Alexander knew this was going to be difficult. Why wouldn't it be? With his past, this was going to be anything but easy. He nearly had to walk on glass to make sure that he didn't give December the wrong impression that he was doing anything behind her back. She had given him the chance to prove her wrong. That he really could be different and he was more than fully capable of not hurting her. But yet here he was, practically chasing after her as she walked out of his house with her eyes glazed over. There was no explanation for the way that he felt. How could this happen? Why? The one time that he actually wanted to make things work and everything was crumbling at his fingertips. This was why he never let himself care so deeply for anyone. It would always end in him watching their back as they walked away from him. It was inevitable and December was proving his point right then. He knew there was going to be nothing he could say to be able to get her to believe him. But, that didn't mean he wasn't going to try. He was set up and it was all taking place in his mind now. It all made perfect sense. But while Alexander may have deserved all of the anger and sadness that was pulsing through his body, December didn't deserve an ounce of it.

When Alex walked after her and brought his hand to her shoulder, he couldn't say he was surprised that she batted at his hand for it to go away. The very emotion of surprise didn't seem to even be able to function in his mind right then, he had already had a good dose of it for the day that his body didn't even seem to recognize it anymore. It seemed that his heart was in a different situation, though. As December turned to look at him, her glazed, angry eyes caused his heart to sink even lower. No matter how bad he felt, he seemed to be able to feel worse and worse. Opening his mouth to speak, Alexander closed it quickly when he realized he really had no response to her words. She was right. Standing there, looking at one another, they both knew it and he wasn't dumb enough to deny it. "This is different. I would never pull some shit like this with you. You know that. You have to know that. Trust me."

His voice was stern, but eager. Pleading that she would just believe the words that were coming out of his mouth, as typical as they may have sounded. The more Alexander spoke, the more hopeless he felt. Finally he had let himself fall for the most intelligent, fun, loving and beautiful girl that he knew and it was all ending in a disaster. He wasn't just losing his girlfriend. At this point, he was centimeters away from losing his best friend as well. If he hadn't already, that is.

Listening to her next few words, he didn't even manage to respond before she had turned around and began walking once again. He didn't move though. Didn't budge an inch. The thing that Alexander hated the most was seeing the girl before him cry. To know that he was the one to cause it all was unbearable. "It's going to be a bit hard to stay away from you when I love you as much as I do."

[/color] He stood there, knowing exactly what words had just come out of his mouth and not regretting a single one of them for one single second. Slowly, Alexander took a few steps forward. "Because, I do, December. I love you."[/color] Voice soft, it was quite clear that he was hurting as well. He wanted her to trust him more than anything, but he only blamed himself. He had given her enough reasons to not trust him. Clearly, this wasn't the best time to go confessing his love for her, but if she decided to never speak to him again, he wasn't going to let it go unsaid.

M U S I C , silence.
S T A T U S , completee!
N O T E S , </3
C L O T H I N G , right here.

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[december van buren]

Maybe this whole situation was karma coming back around to bite her in the ass. Maybe, she'd basically been asking for this to happen by taking a chance on Alex. Whatever had really caused this, she couldn't say that she'd really thought it would happen. It must have been a stroke of naivety that let her believe that Alex would treat her differently. After all, what exactly made her so special? She certainly wasn't the most beautiful or the smartest or the kindest person he'd ever seen. Plenty of other girls had believed in him, only to get their hearts broken. Now that she knew what it was like, she had to say that she felt for them much more than she had before. She'd known that they didn't deserve it. No one deserved to feel like this. Like they were absolutely nothing, no more important than the dirt on the ground. Yes, that was what she felt like at the moment, dirt. She felt as if he'd taken her heart, thrown it on the ground and decided to crush it into the dust. Over dramatic? She didn't like to think so. Not with as far as she'd let herself fall by this point. She couldn't not be affected by learning that he was cheating on her. And she had to wonder how many times he'd done it. How long had she gone completely oblivious to him sneaking around behind her back? The very thought made her stomach churn and her lunch threatened to resurface on her.

She didn't even know how she was finding the strength to talk to him at this moment. She didn't deserve this. She didn't deserve to feel the pain that came with something like this. He should have known that she would find out. Especially since he'd invited her over. He obviously hadn't wanted her to see this as he was trying so desperately to get her to believe it was all a lie. Was it a lie? Maybe if she had been thinking more clearly, she could have looked at this from a more calculating perspective. But her emotions were whirling around in her head far too fast for her to be thinking straight, let alone be completely reasonable. How was one reasonable at all when they'd just gotten their heart broken the way she had? Alex spoke again, and she simply glared at him. "Trust you? Trust you, Alex? What reason have you given me to trust you? How can I do that?" December wasn't sure how much more of this she could take. Why wouldn't he just let her leave? He knew that she knew what had gone on. He'd been caught in the act. Doing something he'd done countless times before. Finally she was able to turn away. Maybe, just maybe she could get out of here before anything too horrible happened. Maybe she could just drive home and forget she ever met this boy. Easier said than done, yes. but she had to try.

But this was when he spoke again. She stopped dead on her tracks, turning to look back at him. For a moment she didn't know what to think. His words spun around in her mind, the severity of them hitting her hard in the heart. December heard what seemed to be honesty in his voice. She walked back towards him slowly, looking him dead in the eye. A moment passed as she simply stared at him. But quite suddenly she was doing something she'd never thought she would. Her hand came up, open palmed, connecting with his cheek with a force he probably hadn't expected from her. That betrayed glare was back in her eyes. "How dare you? How dare you?" it was obvious that she was furious by this point. Alex had reached her last nerve. "You don't love me." She started to back away from him once again. "And I don't love you. Not anymore." Her voice was low, pained as she spoke the last two sentences. She had loved him. More than she'd even realized until just now. But how could she love him anymore? She stalked away, finally reaching her car and opening the driver's side door before she slipped in. She refused to look at him as she turned it on once again. She just needed to leave. Then she could finally break down like she knew she was so close to doing.

STATUS: finished!
TAGGED: alexander wyatt / steff bby!
MUSIC: closer to the edge - 30 seconds to mars
OUTFIT: fierce fierce fierce
NOTES: oh snap!!!!

[alexander wyatt]

Alexander knew that so many things that he had done in his past were wrong. He would have to be completely blind to not realize that they weren't wrong. But, when things finally started getting better and life was beginning to look up for him, he thought that this was his chance to start clean. That he was getting another chance to prove everyone wrong. Prove December wrong, prove his mother wrong, prove himself wrong. That he was so much more than he put off to be before. But, all this experience was was a way for all of those horrid things he had done to come and bring him down. Finally, Alexander Wyatt was paying back for every heart he had broken, every tear he had caused and every insecurity he had helped blossom. It was different being on this side of the game, though. The last time he had been in this much pain was when he was dealing with his fathers death. He had never realized just how much damage he had caused to anyone else. How much it actually did hurt to have someone you care about be so upset with you. The worst of it all was that he had no idea how in the world he could fix this. There wasn't one single idea of how he could convince December that what he was saying was true. That he would never want to lie to her and he definitely would never want to hurt her as much as he was right then and there.

When December asked him what reason he had ever given her to trust him, he stood there in complete silence. She was taking everything she knew about him and finding a way to use it all against him. He was thinking fully and as clearly as he could before opened his mouth to say a single word. Finally, he did. "I haven't."

Those long, dragged out seconds of thinking just for him to let that out of his system. Honesty was the best policy. Little did December realize that nothing she was hearing at that moment was a lie. "But, I wouldn't have spent all this time worrying about whether or not I've been doing enough to make you happy and wanting to make you happy if I was just going to throw everything away."

[/color] Alexander was praying silently that God would please just wake up him from this nightmare immediately. He was lucky that December was even giving him a few moments of her time. Whether or not she would believe anything he said, he at least hoped that she would be thinking about it when she had time to get herself together. One thing was for sure, though. Alexander wasn't going to rest easily. He wasn't going to just let her walk away without any sort of fight and even when she did walk away, which would be sooner rather than later, he wasn't going to let things stay bad between them. No. December meant more to him than anything and he wasn't about to let her just walk away completely from his life without doing everything he could to keep her in there.

Alexander knew what he was saying. That powerful word that so many hesitated to say. But, there was no hesitation in his voice. He was being honest. Totally and completely speaking from his heart that was breaking apart at that moment. When December turned around, Alexander barely even realized that he had stopped breathing for a few short moments. Their eyes met once again and he didn't dare look away from hers. He simply waited her response, not adding anymore to his own. Maybe surprise still was capable of lunging into him, because that's exactly what it did when her hand came across his cheek forcefully. The impact caused his head to turn to the side slightly and it stayed frozen for a moment as he looked own at the ground below him and shook his head slightly before looking back over to her, his cheek already turning a shade of red. "You don't love me."[/color] That's when he really shook his head, his eyes staring straight into her own. "You can slap me all you want. You can kick me, too. Hell, I'll even let you go inside the house and get my baseball bat to help you out."[/color] Sighing softly, he looked down at the ground once more before staring straight up at her. "But, you can't say I don't love you."[/color] Words had disappeared out of his mind completely when she said she didn't love him anymore. The fact that she had loved him at all made him the happiest guy in the world. But, the fact she didn't anymore.. He couldn't even describe it. You could see the pain in his though. Anyone could. His feet seemed to be glued to the ground as she walked away from him. His chocolate brown eyes watched her as she stepped into her car.

M U S I C , look after you by the fray.
S T A T U S , completee!
N O T E S , i'm heartbroken.
C L O T H I N G , right here.

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[december van buren]

There had really been nothing more in the world that December Van Buren had wanted than to know that Alex Wyatt had changed. For a time, she really thought he had. She'd thought that she'd been able to do the impossible. He'd become so sweet, caring, and generally good-hearted. It was hard to think that he hadn't changed. For her. She realized now that she shouldn't have fooled herself. There was nothing about her that would cause him to change. It had been his seemingly obvious eagerness to be better that had made her think he would be different. And was it so bad, to want him to be decent? To really want him to look at her and see something more than just a good roll in the sack? She wanted to be loved, wanted to be adored, to be shown affection that she deserved. But was it really him to be the one to give it to her. So far, he'd seemed like he was doing a good job of it. She always felt special under his gaze. And when he kissed her, it felt as if her truly meant it. Was Alex really that good of an actor? It seemed like it. But now, now everything was unraveling, falling to the floor so quickly that no one was able to pick it up. What she wouldn't give to wake up, realizing that this was all some sort of horrible nightmare, and that Alex really did care for her the way he claimed to. But this wasn't a dream. Not at all.

December watched Alex as he stood in silence. She knew that he knew that he had given her zero reasons to trust him. Based on his past behavior, anyway. If she had been thinking clearly, she would have been able to point out the many reasons he'd given her lately. how he'd stopped partying and stopped drinking. How he'd started to become more like his old self, he'd started caring about things again. He'd even started mending his relationship with his mother. Overall, he was becoming a better person. At least, she'd thought he was. Now she wasn't so sure if it was all a hoax. Just to keep toying with her. December really had thought that he cared about her, but now she wasn't so sure. He was very possibly just using her for a good laugh. Something he could talk to his buddies about. How he had this girl completely wrapped around his finger. He finally spoke and she couldn't agree with him more. But then he continued and it merely caused her heart to sink even lower. Something she hadn't thought possible. She blinked at him, trying not to catch his expression too much. She didn't want to start crumbling now. She had to stay strong. Falling for his act just wouldn't help her. "You're right. But I'm sure you weren't expecting this to happen, anyway. Maybe you should learn to control your women better." It had been harsh and without emotion, but she'd said it. And immediately she felt bad for it. Why should she feel bad, though? He'd just broken her heart, after all. She didn't need to feel bad.

But as he let those words spill from his lips, she couldn't help but doubt everything. She honestly didn't know what to think. All the evidence proved him the bad guy. She should know that. Even if he claimed to love her. It didn't matter. He was a con artist. Someone who made it their job to lie to people like this. In a split second his words only made her angry. Love was not a word to throw around. And this was probably not the first time he'd done it. Her first instinct had been to slap him. Was this a result of living with her father for so long. Instantly, she did regret it. She knew what it was like to be on the other side of the hand and while her slaps were nowhere near as powerful as her father's, she knew it was never pleasant. Still, it was slightly satisfying at the same time. She stared up at him through blurry vision as he continued to speak, still not letting her leave. She didn't understand him. Why was he saying these things? He couldn't love her. Not with what she'd just seen. She chose to ignore him, not knowing how else to deal with what he was saying. No matter what, she wasn't going to let him win. Not this time. Right before she turned once again, she caught a glimpse of pain in his eyes. Was it real pain? Or just another act to try and convince her to stay? She didn't know. The only thing she did know was that she needed to leave. Now. So she did. She didn't know how she made it home, but she did. And that was the beginning of the longest week of her life.

STATUS: finished!
TAGGED: alexander wyatt / steff bby!
MUSIC: closer to the edge - 30 seconds to mars
OUTFIT: fierce fierce fierce
NOTES: my my my.

[alexander wyatt]

Ever since the very moment that December had decided she was going to give Alexander the chance to prove her wrong and show that he was worth her time, it was all he ever worked hard at doing. Just seeing a smile come across her face at something small he did for her was reward enough for him. He loved seeing her happy. So very much. He loved seeing her eyes light up, even in the slightest, and that gorgeous, big smile of hers come crawling across those lips he loved to kiss. He had never gone out of his way for a girl before. That alone should have been proof enough that December was different from any other girl he had ever met. His main mission was to make her as happy as she could be, no matter what it took. Right now, he couldn't have been failing any more miserably than he already was at making her happy. But, she just wouldn't listen to what he had to say. It almost seemed like every memory that they had shared together had completely vanished from her mind, because she clearly wasn't taking any of that into account. It was true. Everything he was saying was true. Why would he have wasted all of this time trying so hard to make sure she was satisfied and worrying that she wasn't if he was just going to end up doing this to her? Hadn't he already proved himself plenty in the short span they had been together? Why couldn't she just trust him? Just once not let his stupid past get in the way of what she thought. As much as he wanted to have a reason to be upset with her about, he knew that everything he could ever get upset with her over was useless. Melissa had been right there on top of him, her lips planted firmly on his own and December had seen it with her very eyes. There was nothing that would be able to wipe that from her memory.

The cold words December spit at him, telling him to control his women, stung. His face flinched slightly at the words, even. He didn't say anything, though. Didn't even say a word as she turned her back and walked toward her car. All he was doing was wasting his energy. He would call her in a few days and talk to her. He would clear this up with her and she would realize that she wasn't looking at the situation properly. That everything he was saying was true and everything would be perfect again. Watching her car drive off, he knew it wouldn't be such a smooth ride as he hoped it would. Alexander stood in front of his house for a few minutes, staring off into the distance before turning around and beginning to head back to his front door, he noticed Melissa standing there, the door wide open behind her. He said one simple sentence to her before walking into his home and shutting the door behind him. A sentence that was dripping with sarcasm. "Thank you for driving away the one person that was giving me a reason to do anything right anymore."

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The next week was hell. Scratch that. Hell was an understatement. Alexander would have much rather preferred being in hell than be roaming the Earth. Even his mother who was just beginning to reconnect with him noticed something was seriously wrong with him. He had shaken his head at her, wrapped his arms around her in a warm embrace, told her he loved her and left the room. He had ventured up into his room, locked himself in there with his pack of cigarettes and bottle of whiskey. He had even poured himself a nice glass and held onto it tightly, his mind had begged him to let it go numb. He wanted to. So bad. But instead, he had called up December and after the fourth day of calling her and getting no answer, he threw away everything he had worked so hard to stay away from and downed what he could before collapsing. Why not? He had nobody to disappoint anymore. December didn't care. He didn't care. After waking up to that horrible headache and realizing what he had done, he knew he was screwed. One sip and he was bound to go back, imagine what those more than several sips could do to him.

By the the sixth night though, he couldn't take it anymore. He found himself storming to his car when he called December once more to get no response. Alexander wasn't going to take any more of this. He wasn't going to be ignored anymore. He needed to fix this. Things needed to get better. Before he could even help himself, he was speeding down the familiar streets that led to her home. Getting to her house in nearly half the time it usually took him, he parked the car out on the road, happy to see that her fathers car wasn't in the large driveway. What was he doing? He had absolutely no plan at all. He didn't know what he was going to say to her, he didn't know what he was going to do. He was just there and before he could even think twice and maybe use some of that brain he had and just go home, he was already ringing the doorbell. Shoving a hand through his curls, his chocolate brown eyes closed for a few short seconds until he heard the knob turning and his eyes met with one of the maids. She didn't even say a word to him, simply opened the door and stepped out of the way to allow entrance for him. While he didn't quite understand, he didn't complain and simply stepped inside, giving the woman a small nod before beginning to walk in the direction of the stairs he knew led up to her room and that's when he stopped dead in his tracks. This couldn't be happening. Not again. It took a split second for him to snap out of it and to dart over to her, falling to his knees at her side.

M U S I C , look after you by the fray.... still.
S T A T U S , completee!
N O T E S , =[
C L O T H I N G , bam.

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[december van buren]

How many days had it been since December's relationship with Alex had more or less ended? Only six? It had seemed like so many more. Maybe it was because she'd spent half the time just moping around in her room. She hadn't dared to put any pictures of them up on her walls for fear that her father would see them, and they'd never really hung out in her room. Which made it the safest place she could think of. It was the one place she could escape to that didn't remind her of him in every corner. However, it didn't stop her from thinking about him what seemed every second of every day. He was consuming her thoughts even though she'd told herself she was going to forget him. She was going to move on to people who wouldn't break her heart so badly. The problem was that she couldn't stop going back to him. The way his lips felt on hers or his hands in her hair. Inevitably she would go back to that moment. The moment where his lips were meeting someone else's. And each time she did, the hole in heart heart ripped just a little wider. Why? Why was it so hard to push him from her mind? Perhaps it was because he'd dug his nails so deep that it would take nothing short of a hurricane to uproot them once again. With everything he'd said and done, he'd been pushing his way deeper under her skin. She hadn't even realized how much of a hold he had on her heart until she tried to tear him from it. And the pain of this action was almost too much for her to cope with.

She didn't want to lose him. She didn't want to have to pretend he'd never happened to her. Because he had happened to her. Whether he'd realized it or not, he'd helped her, too. But now, now she didn't know what to do or what to think. He called her. Every single day. However, every day she didn't answer. He left voicemails that she ultimately never listened to. She just couldn't. She couldn't hear his voice, begging her to understand. She was just trying to forget him. As bad of a job as she was doing at it, she really was trying. Maybe it would have been easier if she had at least changed the picture that popped up every time he called. It was one of both of them. Happy. Each time he called, she would do nothing but stare at it until the ringing stopped and her phone informed her that she had yet another missed call. As the entire week went by, she did wonder if she'd overreacted. or if Alex really had been telling the truth. Despite what it seemed, she did want to believe that she'd been wrong. Never had she wanted to be wrong more in her entire life. The only question was, could she let herself be wrong? What if she was wrong, but then there would be another time. A time when he really was cheating on her. As she layed on her bed, she flopped face forward into her comforter. Her mind had been so busy trying to answer all of these questions in the past week that she'd barely gotten any sleep and she was just tired. Tired of worrying, tired of wondering, tired of being unhappy.

She didn't even hear her father walk into her room. Her door had been open as there was really no point in closing it, anyway. It wasn't like it was capable of being locked anymore. He spoke her name and she jumped up to her knees, eying him warily. It was never good when he sought her out. "Yes, Daddy?" She asked cautiously, absently sliding off of her bed to stand on the floor a few feet from him. She didn't know why this was her reaction. Maybe it was her subconscious wanting to get through with whatever was going to happen much sooner. "Would you mind telling me the meaning of these?" Her father then roughly shoved a small stack of pictures at her. As she flipped through them, horror pushed itself onto her features. These were pictures of her and Alex. Together. It was a day that they'd spent out and about. He must have had someone follow her. Fear gripped her throat when her eyes landed on the pictures of them holding each other... kissing. This was not good. She turned her dark gaze back up to him. "I.. I can explain." In an instant, a searing pain went through her cheek as her head snapped to the side from the force of his blow. "You damn well better explain. What will people think when they see my daughter, the whore, parading herself around the streets with some boy?" She took in a deep breath. "It's not like that. We're not even together any-" He grabbed her roughly by the shirt, causing her to drop the pictures and as they fluttered to the ground, she found herself hurtling into a mirror.

Ember was no stranger to this treatment, but that didn't mean it got better the more it happened. And she had a feeling that this time would be bad. The furious look in her father's eyes proved that. She closed her eyes to block out what came next, though it didn't help much as he let his anger out on her small frame. A blow to her abdomen sent her to the ground. She landed by the door and began her futile attempt at crawling away from him. He took hold of her hair and helped her along her journey, dragging her through the hallway mercilessly. She had to bite her lip to stay as quiet as she could. He then pulled her to her feet at the top of the grand staircase of their home. She simply stood, amazed that she even had the strength left to do that much. Fear was evident in her eyes as she looked up at him once again. "I hope you've learned your lesson." His voice was low and terrifying. And quite suddenly, she found herself heading for the staircase without any help from her own muscles. She fell, painfully and horridly slowly. At one point she heard something in her left arm crack. Her nose hit the side of a stair and she could feel the warm blood begin to run down her skin before she finally stopped at the bottom. The ringing in her ears did not drown out the sound of her father descending the stairs. He stepped over her and she couldn't be certain, but she thought he looked back to her before he completely walked away. Leaving her laying bloody, bruised, and broken on the floor.

She had no idea how long she laid there. Every single inch of her body was on fire. Her breathing was difficult and broken, coming in short gasping breaths. She couldn't move. No matter how hard she tried. She wanted to get up, to crawl back up to her room so she could try to sleep this off like so many times before. Nevermind that this was much, much worse or the fact that she was fairly sure that she had some broken bones. She just wanted to sleep. And that was when she heard it. A voice she'd been neglecting for almost a week. Alex. He was there. He was going to help her. For a moment, she could forget everything that had happened. For a moment, she was happy to see him. "A-Alex." She managed in a soft voice. She didn't know why he was there, but it didn't matter. She'd never been happier to see him in her life.

STATUS: finished!
TAGGED: alexander wyatt / steff bby!
MUSIC: a call to arms - 30 seconds to mars
OUTFIT: minues the glasses and bag and stuff
NOTES: i felt rly bad writing this. and also i wrote waaaaaay too much. THIS IS STILL A MINI THREAD, OK?

[alexander wyatt]

Alexander hadn't touched his guitar. Hadn't even wandered over to his computer to let the muse that was usually bubbling in him come pouring out. Of the past six days, countless hours had been spent with his back on his comfortable mattress, chocolate eyes staring up at the ceiling in the deepest thought he could even remember being in. Occasionally, his head would even turn to look over at his side where he had seen December before looking back over at him. Where it all had really started and where he was now because it had seemed to have come to an incredible halt. His stomach was still churning from the pain and hurt, the anger at himself for giving and showing her reasons to not trust him, the anger at Melissa for putting him in this situation, the everlasting doubt that told him he was never going to be able to fix this. None of his emotions ever faultered, merely got worse as his time to himself grew longer and he was left alone in that room that seemed to be shrinking as the time passed. He was full on ignoring getting anything to eat, which wasn't helping much either. is love for December Van Buren on the other hand, had done anything but shake or crumble in the slightest. He could lay on that bed for the next ten years, but that was one thing that was never going to go leave.

Alexander had been failing rather horribly at giving December her space. On the bright side, at least she was capable of ignoring him. It wasn't like he was showing up at her house or trying to crawl in through her windows in the middle of the night. Alexander was impatient though. Very impatient. There was only so much he could take of this ignoring and it was quite clear as he made her way over to her house that he couldn't take very much of it. Giving the situation, you really couldn't blame him. He was going day after day knowing that he was telling the truth and having the girl he cared about the most brokenhearted because she thought he was lying. Alexander couldn't have felt shittier than he did and he hadn't even done anything wrong. At least, he thought he hadn't. Maybe he shouldn't have let Melissa come over. Maybe he should have snapped out of it quicker than he had and shoved her off of him. But, there was no going back now. No matter how much he wanted to rewind time and never let her come over to his place in the first place, he couldn't do that and he wasn't about to linger on the thought. It was only going to rip him apart and he was fully capable of realizing that.

When Alexander had been so easily let inside the house, he couldn't help but feel like something was wrong. His legs even hesitated slightly before he finally walked into the house. It hadn't even crossed his mind that December could be hurt again. That was the last thing he had been expecting, which caused the sight before him to be all the more heartbreaking. Had he really expected to never see her in such conditions? Unfortunately, no. If her father had done it before, he was bound to do it again. But, that didn't mean Alexander wanted to see her like this. As soon as Alexander dropped to his knees at her side, he found himself losing his breath slightly looking down at her; bruised, bloody and hurting. He propped her up slowly and gently with his right arm, his left hand coming across her face to brush some hair out of her eyes. "Shh.. This is never going to happen again, December. I'm done finding you like this."

He was whispering down at her, clearly hurting that she was in the amount of pain she was in. "You're going to be okay. I'm taking you to the hospital before he comes back.... You're going to be okay."

[/color] Alexander repeated, his thumb gently grazing her cheek. If you were really paying enough attention, anyone could have even sworn that his eyes had glazed over slightly at the sight of her in his arms. He shook it off quickly. His eyes looked at her up and down. He had to get her up off the floor, but he was trying to figure out exactly how to do it without hurting her as much as possible.

"This might hurt a little bit, alright? Just listen to my voice. Focus on that."[/color] All while he brought his left arm underneath her knees and his arm around her shoulders and neck, he spoke to her, a bit more loudly than he did before. He wasn't going to try and take this time to have her listen to him, instead he talked about the first most random thing that came into his mind. It may not have helped her much, but maybe it would just a little bit. "You know.. When I was seven, I wrote my first song.."[/color] He began, barely even realizing what he was telling her as he made the largest effort to try and not hurt her, which he knew was nearly impossible. "Granted, I barely knew how to write and the song was about snowglobes.. But, I did it. I sang it for show and tell the next week at school.. Not sure exactly how that's considered show and tell.. damn. Everyone thought I was so awesome. It was an awesome song."[/color] Even through his utterly ridiculous words, you could tell that he was worried about her as he headed out her front door with her in his arms. Squatting slightly, he opened the passengers side of the door with two fingers. The next bit took quite some effort to do with his foot, but he managed to do it anyway, which was making the seat lean back to give December space. He never stopped talking to her in the process, even as he slid her inside, the gentleness in every action increasing more and more as time went by.

Alexander couldn't let this happen anymore. He had to tell someone about what was going in their house whether December wanted it or not, whether she thought it would help or not. He couldn't stand to see her like this and every time he found her, it just seemed to get worse and worse. Quickly, he went over to the drivers side and in a matter or moments, he had started up the car and it was already moving in the direction of the hospital. "Just a little bit longer and you'll be fine."[/color] His eyes darted over to her for a quick glance, his right hand coming over to her own fragile one as he held onto it gently. "I'm so sorry. I should have known better than to let the last time I saw you like this slide. I can't believe this.."[/color]

M U S I C , harry potter (:
S T A T U S , completee!
N O T E S , <333
C L O T H I N G , bam.

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[december van buren]

As December stared up at the ceiling of her home, she realized that no one was around. No one who was trying to help her up or clean her off. The maids and butlers usually came to her aid when she needed it. But now, they were nowhere to be found. She didn't blame them. They were just as afraid of her father as she was. Considering he could so easily have them deported back to a country that was far less hospitable than this one. The young woman closed her eyes, trying to focus on anything but the pain. Unfortunately, unlike in the movies, she didn't feel herself slipping out of consciousness. No, she was still plenty awake. Maybe she just hadn't been hit hard enough. This made her wonder just how much trauma her body needed to suffer in order for her to black out. No. she needed to focus on something different. Something happy. Immediately, there was one person who swam into her mind. Someone who had caused her great sadness lately, but who had ultimately caused her more joy in the end. Even now she used him to block out the pain. Maybe this should have told her something, but she was too busy attempting to find happiness to know just what that was. When she heard his voice speaking to her, she opened her eyes, gazing up at him through blurry vision.

For a second she wondered if it was just her imagination that had conjured up his form in front of her. But when she felt him touch her, propping her up gently, she knew it was real, as the pain was real. His words processed in her mind slowly, but they finally made sense a few seconds after he spoke them. A lot went through her head in those few seconds. The overwhelming feeling of love that she felt when he spoke such kind words to her, making her remember the last time he'd done so. Yes, she did still love him. Despite what she said to him before. Which was what had been making it so hard to push him out of her mind. She'd denied it as much as she could, but she wasn't fooling herself anymore. Even if she had caught him in the act of cheating or not. It didn't affect her feelings for him, no matter how much she said it did. She found herself sucking in a breath to argue with him. Something she'd done a thousand times before. He could tell her that this would be the last time, but he had no control over it. However, her breath left her lungs as quickly as it had come and she was forced to hold back her words. His thumb grazed her cheek and she lost the will to argue, anyway. Through the haze of her vision, she could have sworn that she saw his own eyes sparkle with unshed tears. But they were gone in an instant and she had other things to worry about.

He spoke to her again, telling her to focus on his voice and she doubted she would have trouble doing so. Still, the searing pain that went through he as he began to lift her hit her so hard that she couldn't suppress a whimper that escaped her lips. She had no strength to grip him, and merely counted on his strength to keep her in his arms. December struggled to rest her head against his shoulder and as he started to speak to her again, she breathed in his scent, using it to help her do as she was told and listen to him. She soon realized that he was talking about something that had happened when he was younger. A show and tell? Music. He was talking about music. She tried to envision little seven year old Alex sitting in a circle on the floor with his classmates, playing them a song about snow globes. She would have laughed had she had enough oxygen in her lungs, but she merely smiled softly. Unfortunately, the smile didn't stay as she winced in pain. Quite suddenly, she felt a cold breeze on her skin, causing goosebumps to rise. He must have taken her out of the house. By this point, her eyes were clenched too tightly together to even know if it was day time or night time. He had said that he was going to take her to the hospital.

While she was glad of this, there was still the fear in the back of her mind. They were going to ask what had happened. She could only hope that he would lie to them, telling them it was an accident. Something she'd done so many times before. When he sat her down once again, her breath caught in her throat as her weight shifted and sent yet another shock of pain throughout her already worn body. "Ow ow ow." She managed barely above a whisper as she sucked in as much of a breath as she could take. December felt him shut the door and only seconds later, she heard the other one open again. He started the car and it began it's journey forward. Finally she found the strength to open her eyes again. It was dark in his car, and she couldn't move her head to look at him, so she simply contented herself with staring up at the passing stars. Alex's voice reached her ears once more and her attention moved back to him completely. The young girl then felt his hand slip into hers, it's warmth welcomed greatly. She used every ounce of strength that she had to lightly grasp it back. When he spoke again, she took in a breath, determined to answer him. "Don't... it's not... you're fault." She stopped, unable to say anymore. She did have a point, though. it wasn't his fault that this happened. He couldn't blame himself.

After what seemed like a millennium, she felt the car slowing down and he parked. She waited patiently, or as patiently as she could, for him to open the passenger door and commence lifting her once again. Biting her lip against the pain, she let him take her into the cold air once again. She closed her eyes tightly once more, letting the knowledge that they would help her keep her sane a little longer. Through her close lids, she noticed things brighten considerably. They must have entered the building. Somehow, she found the strength to clutch at him weakly, suddenly afraid of leaving him. When they took her, he surely wouldn't be allowed to follow. Ember didn't want him to leave, so she would keep her hold on him as long as she possibly could.

STATUS: finished!
TAGGED: alexander wyatt / steff bby!
MUSIC: smile - glee cast
OUTFIT: minues the glasses and bag and stuff
NOTES: poor bb.

[alexander wyatt]

Just as quickly as things had finally begun to get so incredible for Alexander, they had seemed to manage to somehow start crumbling beneath his fingertips before he could really have a chance to soak it all up completely. Day by day had gone by and he still couldn’t bring himself to believe that it was all real; that it wasn’t all some sort of dream that he would just be waking up from the next morning. He was constantly trying to convince himself that somehow, some way, he had actually gotten as lucky as he had to be able to win over December. Unfortunately, it seemed that he had finally woken up from the beautiful dream. The one time that he was actually trying to be faithful and not do anything stupid, he had done just that and he couldn’t have felt more horrible about it. Alexander wanted to talk to her, but he didn’t know what to say. He wanted to somehow show her that he really did care about her and loved her just like he said he did, but he didn’t know how to go about doing that. His mind was fuzzy. It was baffling how all of that seemed to fly right out of his mind when he saw her in her current condition considering that it had been all he had been thinking about the past week. All Alexander could really think about now was how much she needed his help, what he needed to do, how he was going to do this hurting her as little as possible and how he was going to try and make her feel as comfortable as possible when he knew that was impossible for her to be right then and there. He would have never taken the opportunity of having her in his arms as the chance for her having to listen to what he had to say to her. To listen to everything that he had wanted to say to her for the past week. That wouldn’t be fair to her and it would just be downright stupid and as idiotic as he had proved himself to be, he could use his brain occasionally.

The first story that had slipped through his lips was an old one that had never even come flowing out of his mouth before. For some strange reason, it was the first thing he had thought about though. He had been digging in his mind for a carefree, ridiculous memory and that was just what happened to have come up, so he went with it. Alexander tried to keep talking, even as he noticed her wince in pain, to try and distract her from any pain she might be feeling. He wasn’t so sure about how much this was helping or if it was helping at all for that matter, but he just kept going with it. “I’m sorry.. Just hold in there. You’ll be okay.”

He spoke softly to her as her ‘ow’s’ began to form. The young boy would never be able to fully explain to anyone how very heavy it was on his heart to see her like this. To see her in so much pain before his very eyes and know that there was really not too much that he could do about it. Obviously he was going to go get her some help, but even in that process he was just adding onto her pain. This was it. There was no way in hell that he was going to be able to see her like this a third time. People were going to have questions and since December hadn’t answered them for as long as this had been happening to her, then he saw no other choice but to step in. He wasn’t going to wait around for the day he found her when it was far too late to help.

With left hand hanging onto the steering wheel and the other hand gently coming to hers. He couldn’t help but be grateful that instead of using what little energy she had to pull away from him, she used it to grasp on gently. Alexander heard her say that it wasn’t his fault and he couldn’t help but sigh softly, his eyes glued to the images ahead of him. He couldn’t help but feel like it was. Even just in the slightest. If he had stepped in and really done something the last time he found her wandering around the streets hurt because her father was an idiot, then she wouldn’t be in the pain she was then. He didn’t respond back to her words, instead kept driving, occasionally he would speed up to try and get there faster, his impatience beginning to rise rather rapidly. When they finally got there though, it was a shame for him to have to slide his hand away from her own, so he did it slowly and then proceeded to shut off the car. Getting her back out was another problem he was nervous to face. Again, the last thing he wanted to do was hurt her, so he took his time in getting her out, doing what he could to get her in his arms without making her feel any worse. Alexander couldn’t deny the fact that he was nervous to walk into a hospital with this girl in his arms. It wasn’t exactly something he did everyday and he couldn’t tell you that he knew exactly what to expect. "No doubt that they're going to split us up for a bit. But, whatever happens.. I'll be at your side as soon as I can."

[/color] He said softly to her, just before entering the building.

The place sent chills down his very spine. If there was anything in the world that he really, truly detested.. It was hospitals. They just sucked. The lighting made you feel like you were about to die, there were people who were actually about to die, people who wished they were dead, diseases probably flowing all over the place. Not to mention the fact that the last time he had been in a hospital was because of his father. That in itself was enough to make him want to walk right out the door again. But, he had a good reason for being there and it didn't matter what was going on in the building, if it was going to help December at all, he was going to do whatever it took. Alexander had been right about them getting split up and it had happened in a matter of minutes when they saw the condition that December was in. He hesitated as they gingerly took her from him and put her out on a stretcher, leading her to some other unknown room. They asked for her name. Easy. Her birthday. Easy. When they asked what happened on the other hand.. Not so easy. A strong, tall man took Alexander aside to grasp onto a bit more privacy and looked at him intently. The very stare that the man was giving him made Alexander's heart pound a bit faster. There was no way that the man before him would believe December had simply fallen down the stairs by being a complete klutz. Alexander didn't even want to lie anymore. That wasn't going to help December and while she may have hated him for this in a few hours or days, he tried not to think about it as he opened his mouth and started from the very beginning. "The first time I found her like this.. It.. It wasn't so bad. I mean, it was bad. But, not this bad..."[/color]

He told him enough, eyes adverting from the man to around the room. Hands would move in and out of his pockets as he constantly fiddled around uncomfortably. It felt wrong, but he was more than fully aware that this was what he had to do. "It was her father. She didn't even have to say it out loud for me to know." That's where it all ended. The man stared down at him for a few seconds that seemed to last a year and sent him off. Alexander had waited a total of ten minutes before he got up from the comfortable chair he had been sitting in and asking one of the women behind the counters exactly when he was going to be able to see December. Another question was shot at him. What was his relationship to her? Boyfriend. Wait. No. Would December even consider him her friend much the less that anymore? He had hesitated, but continued on anyway. "Boyfriend."[/color]

They let him in. Granted, it wasn't immediately, but it was faster than he thought they would let him in. He didn't know how long he had been sitting in the somewhat comfortable seat in the room staring at her, wishing that she would wake up soon, but at the same time wanting her to get her rest. Time just seemed to drag on and on as he said there hopelessly wishing that none of this had happened to her. Elbow propped up on the armrest, he leaned his head against his clenched fist, his mind leaving him completely in its own train of thought.

M U S I C , none.
S T A T U S , completee!
N O T E S , I'M A FAILURE. @ posting AND minithreads.
C L O T H I N G , bam.

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[december van buren]

December Van Buren was starting to get tired of all these blows life was giving her. For a while, she'd been happy. She'd known it was too good to last, so why had all of this hit her so hard? Maybe she had let her guard down a little too much. And this was what she got for it. A broken heart and a trip to the hospital. When she thought on it, it only made sense. Her father had a habit of kicking her when she was down. It only made sense that he would match her emotional pain with similar physical pain. Even if she had been in emotional turmoil over Alex, his presence still made her feel better. Maybe it was because somewhere deep down, she did believe him. After all, she wanted to believe that everything she'd seen had been a misunderstanding. No one wanted to think that the person they loved was going around with other girls' behind their backs. It was painful, to say the least. Had Alex not been the kind of person who had a reputation of doing just that so many times before, she probably would have already given in to his demands to believe his innocence. The problem was that he did have that reputation. And she knew for a fact that it was justified.

Even so, the fact that he was the one to find her like this made her think. Why had he come to her house in the first place? Most likely it was to get her to talk to him since she'd refused to answer any of his phone calls. No matter how mad at Alex she'd gotten, she'd never avoided him for this long. It felt as if she were avoiding her best friend. Something he had quickly become, along with her boyfriend. And this wasn't something she liked. Seeing him leaning over her had given her relief in more ways than one. Not only did she know he would help her, but she'd missed him. Being so close to him again was just a plus. Even if she was technically supposed to be mad at him. But how could she bother with something like that when she was in such a vulnerable state? December hated showing weakness, but she knew that Alex would never exploit it. He even seemed genuinely worried for her. It made sense. He did care about her, after all. At least, this was what she'd told herself for so long. She hadn't been so sure lately. However, as he took such an effort to try and make her as comfortable as he could, she couldn't help but think that she'd been right all along. His story, as silly as it had been, had actually served to help her get her mind off of some of her pain. Something that she couldn't be thankful enough for. Even if Alex didn't realize it, he was making everything as bearable as it could possibly be in this situation.

As they finally reached the hospital and he took her into his arms, his words caused her frown to deepen. She didn't want to leave him. She was in pain and things were beginning to blur. Hospitals had never been her favorite place. They were too white and too sterile. They seemed cold and unwelcoming and she didn't want to be alone in a place like that. She did her best to grip his shirt as tightly as she could, hoping it would bring about a miracle and he could stay with her. Unfortunately, it didn't seem that her weak grasp was quite enough. She found herself being torn from his arms all too soon. "No... no." She managed in a weak voice as she tried to reach for him again. However, in an instant he was gone and she was being wheeled through a place she didn't recognized with faces over her that were beginning to blur together. Her voice had left her completely and she was too busy trying to understand what they were all shouting at her to be able to actually answer. In that moment, she just wanted to sleep. To get away from the pain and confusion for a little while. A sharp pain in her arm made her flinch, but strong hands held her down. She was soon being prodded and poked by these people, only causing to worsen her pain. But something happened then that gave her sweet relief. She felt herself being pulled away from the land of consciousness and into one of peaceful darkness. Finally, finally she would be able to sleep.

December didn't know how long she was unconscious and when she finally opened her eyes again, she was confused for a moment. Within a split second of her eyes opening, however, the memories came flooding back to her so strongly that she physically flinched from them. She must have been laying in her very own hospital room at this time. For a moment, she wondered just how much damage her father had done this time. She wouldn't lie and say this hadn't been the worst. Her gaze went down to her form in the bed. Most of it was submerged underneath of the covers, but she did get a good look at her arm. It seemed there was a splint on her left wrist. She wondered if it meant that it was broken or something. She wasn't going to chance moving it just yet. That was when she remembered something else. Alex. Alex was there somewhere, right? Or had he just left her? She turned her head slightly and she was relieved to see his figure sitting in a chair beside her bed. She took in as much of a breath as she could before speaking. "Alex." She managed in a low tone. The first thing that came to her mind after relief was a different kind of worry. "What... what did you tell them, Alex?" She could only hope against hope that he had come up with a clever lie. If he'd told them what had really happened, she didn't know what she would do.

STATUS: finished!
TAGGED: alexander wyatt / steff bby!
MUSIC: natalie marie and 1cc - the spill canvas
OUTFIT: hospital gown, bitches.
NOTES: lol at how much mine fails compared to yours.