It's All About You [Skylar]

[Skylar Brown]

Skylar Elizabeth Brown

(Cause Ain't No way I'm Let You Stop Me From Causing Mayhem)
(When I Say 'em Or Do Something I Do It, I Don't Give A)

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(Damn What You Think, I'm Doing This For Me, So F*ck The World)

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Skylar was Scooby Dooing it for a few seconds, off the ground but still running, then she realized that Liam was being a cheating, sneaky bastard and picked her up, carrying her. She wiggled around in his arms, trying to pry his arms off of her. Where did he get off cheating like that? She was going to throw him into a world of hurting.. as soon as he let her the fricking frick down.

Then he was setting her down, and stepping into the area that they'd be racing to. What a tool, who even did that? She stepped over to him, not exactly in a pleasant way. The smile she'd had when she'd been running from him was now long gone, replaced with her lips being drawn into a tight line. She was about to call him a jerk face loser when he pulled her in, and kissed her. She kissed back, cursing herself for it.

"Ugh. Blood. I knew you'd cut up your lip chewing on it."

Skylar licked the inside of her lip again. It would heal soon enough, and she was pretty sure that the bleeding was almost done. She would spit too but one.. she was a chick and she was pretty sure it was grossest thing in the world for a girl to do, and too.. what good would it do? It was still bleeding. So she just lifted her hand up, pressing her thumb to the place with it was bleeding. Pressure, that's how you stopped bleeding.

Then he was sitting down, holding his hand out and asking if she was going to sit down. She shrugged, sitting on the edge of it without taking his hand. She removed her hand from her face and reached down, untying one shoe then the other, kicking them off and scooting back on the blanket, sitting next to him them. She sure her feet would get cold, only wearing one dark gray and one bright traffic cone orange sock, but she didn't want to get Liam's cover dirty. Skylar looked up slowly from her feet, and looked over at Liam, giving him a "what's next?" look.

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[williamwilkins]

Liam watched as Skylar sat down, and smiled to himself, dropping his hand. Of course she wasn’t going to take the gentlemanly help he offered her. It wouldn't be Skylar if she did. Liam pulled the back pack onto his lap and began pulling out various Tupperware containers filled with food he'd managed to get the cook in the cafeteria to help him make. Mostly pasta dishes that had Liam drooling as they cooked. He laid everything out in front of them and finally pulled out a couple of cans of pop.

“ There, a feast fit for... well maybe not a king, but it still looks damn good.” he smiled, handing her one of the plastic plates he'd brought. “ What do you want? I'll dish you up.” he smiled happily. You know, this may not be an incredibly fancy date, the food may be coming out of Tupperware and be cold, but it was so far one of the best dates Liam had been on. Everything from the unfriendly look Skylar had given him when he set her down at the trees to her mismatching socks only seemed to make it nicer.

When she didn't answer immediately, he begun just piling food onto her plate. She'd been far too easy to pick up, all skin and bone. The girl needed to eat. When her plate was towering with piles of food he smiled. “ There. Perfect. Bon appetit.”. He nodded, grabbing his own plate and making equally huge piles on his. He certainly wasn't anywhere near skin and bones, His argument would be that he was a growing boy, and he needed it. He figured that must be true since he ate like a horse, but managed to maintain his body. Not that Liam would ever admit that he actually tried too maintain anything, it was far better to just let people assume he was naturally buff and that he wasn't vain enough to care about his body.

He speared a piece of tortellini on his fork, and ate it with gusto. “ God, I should have been born italian, I was clearly meant to eat this food all the freakin time he said with a chuckle, shoveling another mouthful in.[/size]

[Skylar Brown]

Skylar Elizabeth Brown

(Cause Ain't No way I'm Let You Stop Me From Causing Mayhem)
(When I Say 'em Or Do Something I Do It, I Don't Give A)

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(Damn What You Think, I'm Doing This For Me, So F*ck The World)

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Skylar looked over the food, trying to decide what she would eat when she really didn't feel like eating that much. Skylar didn't feel like eating ever. But before she could even decide what she was going to force down, Liam was piling food on her plate like she was a starving kid in Africa. "Jesus H. Christ." Her eyebrows were drawn together, staring at the food. Did she seemed like she liked to eat crazy amounts like this? She hoped not.

She set the plate down when he had finished piling it to the sky with a bunch of food that she didn't even know how to pronounce. Okay, so she probably could pronounce it, she just didn't want to. What good would knowing to pronounce it do her in real life? If she ever went to an Italian restaurant, she'd simply point to what she wanted on the menu. Seemed like a much easier plan to her. Skylar grabbed a fork that Liam had brought and stabbed something that was on her plate with it and stuck it in her mouth, chewing it slowly.

Yeah, it was good, she still didn't feel like eating though. She'd eaten breakfast that morning, wasn't that enough? Had she known Liam was going to do all this, she probably would have held off on eating and be shoveling food into her mouth at the moment. She watch Liam as he ate, stating he should have been born Italian, sounding like he was having an orgasm of the mouth. Skylar would say that then he wouldn't have his cute British accent, but she figured he'd probably enjoy her calling it cute too much, and god forbid she let Liam enjoy anything. Except earlier, but she'd been enjoying that herself.

Skylar picked a few other things on her place, a couple of them making there way to her mouth but she finally set her fork down, opening the can Liam gave her, holding it away from her and off the blanket in case it decided to explode everywhere from Liam running around like a crazy person with the backpack on. But, surprisingly, it only frizzed over a little bit, and Skylar brought the can over to her lips, licking the spill off the side before sipping a little bit from the top. Then she set it down gently and looked over at Liam, still eating like he was a starving kid in Africa. "I don't feel like eating... I don't.. enjoy the act of eating."

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[williamwilkins]

Liam looked at Skylar with a shocked look, his fork paused halfway to his mouth. Didn’t like to eat? Who didn’t like to eat? That was just crazy. He put his fork down, looking at her contemplatively. It was not possible that Skylar was one of those girls obsessed with her weight, was it? She certainly did not fit the stereotype that Liam had in his head about those kinds of girls. He’d assumed she was so thin because she was so incredibly active, and just forgot to eat right, not that she “didn’t like to eat”.

It made him a little sad actually. Liam was by no means an expert on psyche’s or eating disorders, or anything of the sort. But, much like many things he wasn’t an expert on, Liam assumed he was. And according to Liam, girls who had problems with eating wanted to be thin, and they wanted to be thin because they had self esteem issues. No, there was no chance that someone honestly just wasn’t a big eater, that didn’t compute. Skylar was such an amazing, interesting, cool and beautiful girl. The thought that she didn’t think so was practically criminal.

Liam looked at her, his blue eyes not really able to hide the fact that what she’d said worried him. But he wasn’t going to actually force her to eat. No, that would result in a rather painful punch in the face. And of course, he didn’t actually want to force Skylar into anything. Liam smiled a little and shook his head. “How can you not like the act of eating? Madness I say.” What he was thinking now was cheesy, he knew that, and actually, there was a high likely hood that it would also just piss her off. But you can’t blame a guy for trying what he could. He picked up her plate with a grin. “Alright, close your eyes. I’ll make you like eating if it’s the last thing I do.” he nodded, scooping some pasta onto the fork. [/size]”

[Skylar Brown]

Skylar Elizabeth Brown

(Cause Ain't No way I'm Let You Stop Me From Causing Mayhem)
(When I Say 'em Or Do Something I Do It, I Don't Give A)

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(Damn What You Think, I'm Doing This For Me, So F*ck The World)

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Skylar never told anything her whole thing about "not enjoying the act of eating" thing before.. Mostly because they would look at her the way Liam was looking at her, like she was an alien from another planet, or accuse her of having an eating disorder. It wasn't that she wanted to be skinny, or she was scared of being fat, no Skylar knew that standing at 5'11", she was under weight. She just.. didn't care. She didn't pass out all the time, and when she did eat it was normally crazy amounts of food, so she was okay. No eating disorder.

If she were to talk to a shrink about it they'd probably say it came from all the trauma in her childhood. And maybe it did. Or maybe Skylar just didn't like eating, she understood she had to eat to lie, and food tasted good, like the food in front of her.. But she didn't like eating. She didn't want to do it. It probably made no sense to anyone else. They'd probably just look at her weird and force her to eat because surely she had an eating disorder, who didn't like eating, right?

Skylar looked down at her food when Liam said it was madness. Was it? To Skylar it was her life. There was a pause, then he spoke again. "Alright, close your eyes. I’ll make you like eating if it’s the last thing I do." What happened if she closed her eyes, he did whatever it was he wanted to do, and she didn't like eating? What was his giant plan then? Skylar sighed loudly, to let him know she really annoyed. "This is so moronic." She closed her eyes, crossing her arms over her chest.

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[williamwilkins]

This is so moronic

Liam chuckled a little as Skylar closed her eyes and crossed her arms over her chest. She was probably right, it was pretty moronic, but he was going to do it anyways. Besides, despite the sigh, she'd still closed her eyes. Liam's idea was pretty simple in concept. Two things he knew for sure Skylar liked, beating people up, and kissing him. Since he wasn't going to become a punching bag, this was the next best option. Relate eating with something she liked. Easy, right? And hey, if it meant Liam had to be there for every meal, kissing her to make it happen, well, oddly enough, he was ok with that.

He picked up the fork, a small smile on his face. He brought the piece of tortellini to her lips, admittedly feeling a little ridiculous. He should have started with the cupcakes, frosting would be so much easier to do this with. Oh well, hindsight was always 50-50. He sat there, looking at her with her eyes closed for a few minutes, trying to figure out how he was supposed to make this work. He finally decided she already thought he was being moronic, he really had nothing to loose. “ You just need some extra motivation I think. Make you 'enjoy the act' more.”

He brought his hand up to her face, cupping his hand around her chin, and squeezing lightly so she's open her mouth. He put the fork into her mouth, letting her chin go so she could chew. He smiled, leaning forward, sweeping his hand along her cheek and up into her hair. Gently he brought his lips to her face, brushing them over her lips as she chewed, and kissing the sides of her mouth. He moved his mouth along her jaw, lightly grazing his teeth along her skin. He speared another piece of pasta, and brought the fork to her mouth, as he softly bit the skin at the top of her neck under her ear. He could keep this up for hours if it took that to get her eat anything, though whether it was working was hard to tell, she'd not said anything yet, and with Skylar, silence wasn't always a good thing.[/size]

[Skylar Brown]

Skylar Elizabeth Brown

(Cause Ain't No way I'm Let You Stop Me From Causing Mayhem)
(When I Say 'em Or Do Something I Do It, I Don't Give A)

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(Damn What You Think, I'm Doing This For Me, So F*ck The World)

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Skylar opened her mouth when she felt his hand on her chin. He was feeding her? That was his big idea, feed her like she was a child and she's just suddenly like eating? Did he just think she was doing it wrong? She just wasn't eating the right way, like there was some special way he put food on the fork or something? Probably, Liam thought he had a magically way of doing everything, and no one could do it as awesome as he could.

She was about to say how moronic this still was, but then not only was he feeding her, he was kissing her. First her face, then down her jaw, then her neck, then he was biting her. She grabbed onto his shirt, twisting it in her hand. She swallowed the food in her mouth, opening her eyes and after she let go of his hoodie, she grabbed the fork from him. It was completely unfair that he got to kiss her, and she couldn't kiss back. So she'd eat like he wanted her too, and then start kissing him.

Skylar began stabbing things on her plate and shoving them in her mouth, leaving little time to actually chew the food. She had the fork in one hand, and the can of soda in the other, taking a sip every once a while. Once she was done with the massive food he'd put on her plate, she took another sip, rinsing her mouth out. Then she turned to Liam, flying at him much at she had done in the cafeteria, except this time she plated her lips firmly on his, and had pushed him back onto the blanket, on top of him. She gripped onto his hoodie tightly, pulling it up like she wanted to take it off, but actually taking it off. Yep, he was right, kissing her had gotten her to eat, but only for the purpose of getting to make out with him.

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[williamwilkins]

Liam smiled when she grabbed the fork from him and started shoveling food into her face. He sat back, resting his weight on his hands as he watched her, a pleased, and yes, a little smug, look on his face. Well, that had been way easier than he thought it would be. He was clearly brilliant, and should stop thinking any of his ideas were ridiculous, because if this was any indication, they were in actual fact, completely inspired. He idly picked at his own food, though having already wolfed down most of the plate before tricking Skylar into eating, he wasn't all that hungry anymore.

He picked up his pop, taking a sip as Skylar finished her plate. He grinned, about to make a comment when she was suddenly flying at him. The can of pop was flung out of his hand as she landed on him, pushing them both down onto the blanket, with her on top. She was kissing him savagely, ripping off his hoodie. His thin t-shirt wasn't really enough for the cold night, but as his arms locked around her, pulling her down against his chest, he really didn't care. Skylar would do just nicely for keeping him warm. Actually, she was doing far better than nicely, Liam was feeling scorched with her body laid against him.

He brought a hand from her back up to her head, clenching his fingers into her hair and pulling her face against his, deepening the kiss. He made a note that when in doubt about Skylar, one little bite would change the whole course of things. Not that a honorable guy like Liam would ever use that against her. Well, not too often at least. It would certainly be hard to resist when this was the outcome though. There was not a man in the world who wouldn't want to be in Liam's position. [/size]

[Skylar Brown]

Skylar Elizabeth Brown

(Cause Ain't No way I'm Let You Stop Me From Causing Mayhem)
(When I Say 'em Or Do Something I Do It, I Don't Give A)

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(Damn What You Think, I'm Doing This For Me, So F*ck The World)

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Skylar smiled into the kiss a little. She didn't realize how chilly her arms had gotten until all of a sudden Liam was pulling him against her and gosh.. He was so hot. Like he was physically warm, and also very attractive. She wasn't going to tell him about the latter, but she thought it, so that should be enough. Skylar reached down, and shoved his shirt up to expose his stomach, then she grabbed hers and did the same with it, their skin touching. Though really, Skylar just wanted his shirt to be off.

Skylar moved around around a little so that she was straddling his hips. She ran her hands over his shoulders, then down his chest just far enough to run it up her hands up his shirt then across his chest, feeling his muscles beneath her palms and fingertips, then lightly dragging her nails across her skin. She began to feel all the feelings she'd been having earlier, when they were making out, flooding back to her, and the fact that their skin was touching wasn't helping at all.

Skylar pulled her lips away from his, and began kissing down his chin and straight down the front of his neck. She grabbed his collar from the inside of his shirt and pulled it down, kissing anywhere she could reach without fully taking his shirt off. She kissed back up a little, letting go of his collar and slipping a hand out of his shirt, grabbing it again so she could pull it to the side and kiss his shoulder. She twirled her tongue in circles on his skin, then she grazed his skin with her teeth, then she bit him, just hard enough to make him squirm a little.

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[williamwilkins]

Liam let out a low groan against her mouth when she lifted her shirt and pressed their skin together, it was like a small furnace between them, and it was not nearly enough. Liam ran his hands up her back, letting them slip under the hem of her shirt. What he wanted to do was rip the damn thing off her so he could feel every inch of her skin against him.

He could feel her hands running over his chest and when she drug her nails lightly over his skin his heart rate soared higher that before. His lips moved against hers hungrily as he fought to keep himself rational. He would not, could not, loose control here, even if every inch of his body was telling him to. His hands traveled further up her back, brushing along her bra. His fingers danced along the clasp, one little flick, that's all it would take, and the damn thing would be undone. It was another miracle that he managed to resist the temptation. He brought his hands swiftly out from under her shirt, planting them both firmly on her hips.

Suddenly Skylar's lips were moving away from his, moving along his chin, his collar, down his chest as far as his shirt would let her. Liam's head fell back, and his eyes closed. His breath was coming out in heavily as one of his hands found it's way back into her hair. His hand clenched roughly when he felt her tongue running along his flesh. When she bit down, he let out a gasp, his body instinctively arching up. No, no, this was feeling too good again. Liam was a healthy young man, and frankly it didn't take much for him to get excited. Like earlier he was struck with the thought that if and when Skylar noticed, she'd freak out. He wasn't going to let that happen.

Moving his hand back to her waist, he gripped her tightly, before using his weight to flip them around, so her back was pressed against the blanket and he was above her. He took her wrists in his hands, pinning them back above her head, and holding himself up, so that they weren't so firmly pressed together, which was becoming more important with every passing second. He brought his lips back to hers, kissing her deeply, before moving his mouth away. He pressed his lips on her neck, trailing downwards and along the edge of her collar, as she'd been doing with him. He let his teeth graze her skin, but not actually biting down, just a light, teasing touch,[/size]

[Skylar Brown]

Skylar Elizabeth Brown

(Cause Ain't No way I'm Let You Stop Me From Causing Mayhem)
(When I Say 'em Or Do Something I Do It, I Don't Give A)

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(Damn What You Think, I'm Doing This For Me, So F*ck The World)

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Skylar looked up at him when he flipped them over, watching him as he captured her wrists, and held them above her head before the level four could protest or do anything about it, but as soon as he had her hands above her head, she began twisting them to try to get them free. It was completely unfair that she couldn't use her hands. Not to mention that half of her was screaming at her that she should be freaking out, while the other half of her was stuttering about how completely fricking hot it was that he took control like that.

Skylar wasn't allowed much time to think though, because then Liam was kissing her again, and all she could think of was his lips on hers, and how the fact that everywhere they were touching was kind of on fire. She was sure she'd never felt something so hot and that was coming from the girl with that had once had severe third degree burns on her hand, and had been used as an ashtray for a good section of her life.

Skylar breathed in suddenly cold air as Liam moved his lips from hers and down her neck. Oh, was he getting revenge? That was completely fine with her, she liked being bitten apparently, which was news to her. She tilted her head, giving Liam move room to kiss and bite. But he seemed to be teasing her, grazing his teeth across her skin but not biting. She growled, wiping her legs around him and pulling him closer again, wanting that little bit of skin to be touching again. "Bite me." She demanded through gritted teeth, arching her body upwards to touch his again. Then, she got why Liam had stopped touching her so much. Her heart beat quickened, and she lowered herself back onto the blanket from the arch, loosing her legs from around his waist. "Oh." She didn't sound upset, or freaked out, she just sounded like she was understanding know. "Do you want to stop?" She suggested it half-heartily, because she would rather not stop, she'd rather keep going. She wasn't freaking her out, she wanted to see how far she could go before she did start to freak out, Liam was pretty much a test dummy for a science experiment. A really cute test dummy that Skylar liked, a lot. "Um.. Relax a little?" Though what good would that do? She'd end up attacking him with kisses and bites and... other inappropriate things, and it would just happen all over again.

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[williamwilkins]

Liam was considering obliging her request and biting down on her neck, when Skylar arched her back and wrapped her legs around his waist. It took a second then her legs were unwrapping and she was dropping her back against the ground. Oh

Liam’s face was still against her neck, not looking at her. He held his breath, waiting for the flip out. When nothing happened, he exhaled a little, his shoulders relaxing. Well at the very least, she wasn’t going to flip out and murder him. He slowly brought his head up, so that he was looking down at her face as she spoke. She had to be crazy, why in god’s name would he want to stop? That was just madness.

"Um.. Relax a little?"[/color]

He couldn’t help but let out a small laugh at that point. Oh she most definitely didn’t get how it worked. If it were simply a matter of relaxing, guys would have never had to invent the cold shower. He brought his face down, catching her lips with his, not with the same intensity as before, trying to quell the ‘rip all her clothes from her body’ instincts the last kisses had raised. “I don’t think that’s going to do the trick Skylar.” he said against her lips. “Which is why we’re just going to concentrate more on you for the moment.” he said, his smile evident in his voice.

Admittedly, that wouldn’t really help the situation either, but Liam could deal. He could easily take a shower before bed, find himself some Kleenex, really, he had options. He would rather be mildly uncomfortable now and still be able to enjoy this than just stop and go back to sitting on the blanket eating pasta. If given the choice, he knew what any sane man would choose.

He moved one of his hands from her wrist, keeping the other still pinned above her head. He started kissing her again while his free hand traveled down her side, coming to rest on her hip. He deepened the kiss, as me moved his hand back up, grabbing the hem of her shirt and lifting it up, he didn’t raise it too far, just enough to expose the pale skin of her stomach and ribcage. He moved his mouth from hers, inching his lips down her neck. He bit down lightly at her collar bone, knowing he’d be able to hear her reaction before breaking his lips away from her skin.

He let go of her other wrist as he shifted himself downwards, slightly. He looked up at her, his eyes meeting hers briefly. He tried to convey to her that this wasn’t going to go anywhere. At least not anywhere she didn’t want it too. That all she had to do was say ‘stop’ and Liam would back off. It was a lot to try to put across in one look, but he assumed she understood. He knew he was moving away from familiar territory for her, but really, what was so different? Skin on the neck was essentially the same as skin on the stomach. He figured if he was allowed to kiss one, the other was a no brainer. He lowered his face, pressing his lips to the hallow between her ribcage. He let his mouth linger there before sweeping along between her rips, occasionally letting his teeth graze her. [/font][/size]

[Skylar Brown]

Skylar Elizabeth Brown

(Cause Ain't No way I'm Let You Stop Me From Causing Mayhem)
(When I Say 'em Or Do Something I Do It, I Don't Give A)

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(Damn What You Think, I'm Doing This For Me, So F*ck The World)

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Skylar kissed him back, pleased that they weren't stopping. She ran her hand into his hair when he released her wrist. She felt herself relaxing into the blanket, blocking out every part that was freaking out about him saying "Which is why we’re just going to concentrate more on you for the moment." What did that even mean? Did it mean he was going to get off and just use her as a tool because that was the only thing she was use too. All this other stuff, like wanting it and liking the guy that was doing it... That was all new. Skylar closed her eyes tight, focusing on his lips on the skin of her neck, then the cold night air hitting where he'd just been kissing. It felt.. Really good.

The flood gates opened and Skylar could no longer focus when he pushed her shirt up, and began kissing her stomach. She liked it, truthfully, she was even arching her back a little bit as he kissed, breathing in sharply and deeply whenever he would graze his teeth across her skin, but holy hell she was freaking out. Everything was telling her to bolt, just grabbed her shoes and run back to school, and avoid Liam for weeks until he got the message, but.. dammit, she wanted this, she wanted the whole boyfriend and making out and everything. Didn't she deserve that? She was trying to be a better person... Not that it was going to work but she was trying. She deserved something good in her life?

But still, this was freaking her out, and she had a feeling it would until she opened up to him. Sure, other people knew about her past, but.. she'd been forced to tell them. "Well, Miss. Brown, why did you decide to stab your step-father to death?" and she'd tell them the truth. Because she was pissed off and tired of being hurt, tired of hiding bruises, explaining scars, tired of knowing what was waiting for her when she got home, but not being able to do anything about it. Tired that she got a job not because she wanted to buy things like her own iPod and guitar, but because it another few hours at night that she didn't have to be home, because while normal kids thought their school and summer job was hell, for Skylar they were the opposite. They were her safe haven, and her home... it was her own personal seventh circle of hell, and there was no escaping once she set foot in it at night.

Skylar removed her hand from his hair, reaching up and rubbing her stinging eyes. Then she got why they were stinging when her fingers back back wet. She was crying. She was so f*cking over crying and feeling like shit. She was over it, done. She rubbed her eyes, rubbing the tears away, then looked down at Liam. "Liam, I need to tell you somethings... and you need to stop doing that if I'm going to.."

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[williamwilkins]

Liam was absolutely loving her reactions, the little gasps, the arching, her hands in his hair, it was definitely worth his while. He could easily do this for hours, just kissing her, teasing her. He didn’t get the impression that Skylar often let herself go, let herself just enjoy something for the sake of enjoying it. If he was able to provide that for her, even for just a short time, he would do it as best as he was able too. She deserved that, no one could be all business all the time, all prickles and sharp edges. This Skylar with him right now was different, softer and more vulnerable. And it suited her just as much as her hard shell.

He noticed her reactions were diminishing, she wasn’t as responsive as she’d been a moment earlier, and he was assuming she’d reached her limit, that he’d pushed her enough for one night. Already about to stop, he heard her speak. “Liam, I need to tell you somethings... and you need to stop doing that if I'm going to.."[/color]

Liam stopped what he was doing, lifting his head to look at her. When his light blue eyes met hers he was shocked to see tears in the red heads own green eyes. What was this? Had Skylar been crying? Though her eyes were dry at the moment, it looked as though that was recent, and that had he looked up a few seconds earlier, there would have been tears. Whatever he’d expected, it wasn’t that. What he knew instantly was that he didn’t like seeing her like that. Vulnerable was one thing, crying was in a whole other bracket. He quickly sat up, resisting the urge to pull her into a sitting position with him and wrap his arms around her protectively. He wasn’t sure how appreciated that would be, Skylar didn’t tend to accept help well, and he guessed that the same would be true for comfort. Instead, he reached out a hand, casually brushing a stray tear from her cheek. “ What is it?”.[/font][/size]

[Skylar Brown]

Skylar Elizabeth Brown

(Cause Ain't No way I'm Let You Stop Me From Causing Mayhem)
(When I Say 'em Or Do Something I Do It, I Don't Give A)

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(Damn What You Think, I'm Doing This For Me, So F*ck The World)

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The level four sat up, letting her shirt fall back into place. She smoothed her hair down in the back, then looked over at the mess they had made with plates and forks and containers of food. Skylar began slowly putting the lids back on. "I'm sorry.. I freak out all the time, and I'm sure now that I started crying you probably think I'm a nut case, and never want to touch me again, which I understand. But it's not you, I like when you touch me, I'd like you to do it again, it's just.. I don't know, I'm a freak." She shrugged. She didn't want what she was going to tell him to make him get all weirded out and not touch her again. She wasn't lying, she liked when he did it, it just.. scared her.

Skylar stacked the containers up, then looked over at his backpack. "Where are the cupcakes?" Before he could answer Skylar grabbed the backpack and pulled it closer to her, grabbing the only container left in the backpack and pulling it out. She popped open the lid and grabbed a cupcake, carefully pulling the liner from the moist, yummy cupcake. She bit off a good chunk of it and chewed slowly. She wasn't really hungry, and she didn't like sweets.. But it gave her something to do while she stalled for time.

It was hard, telling someone because you cared about them and wanted them to know, instead of telling them to keep yourself out of jail, then repeating it to shrinks and judges and lawyers and juries because it had to be written down by everyone on the face of the earth, and the confession she'd given the cops just wasn't good enough. She swallowed the cupcake, and looked over at the other teen. She looked calm, her cheeks no longer stained with tears. "Remember how I told you about my step-father abusing me?" Skylar drug her finger across the top of the cupcake, taking some icing with it. "It wasn't just.. the hitting.. It was psychological, and... it was sexual... the only level he didn't get me on was emotional, and I ended up running away from those, too.. so now you know why I'm so fucked up." Skylar stuck her finger in her mouth, licking the icing of before taking another bite of the cupcake.

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