Post by francescabianchi on Jan 31, 2012 21:06:14 GMT -6
.. and sometimes it hurts instead
[/size][/font][/center][/color] Frankie stood in the large apartment, his parents were out, as they always were, but instead of heading straight to Teddy’s room, the pair of them were in the sitting room. The formal surroundings were alien to her, and despite how long the two had been together, she much preferred to avoid this part of his home. Teddy and his family’s wealth was no secret to her, she’d gotten more than a taste of it since she started seeing the young heir, but being surrounded by it, knowing that every artfully placed knick knack in this room was probably worth more than her father’s monthly salary made her tense. He knew that. Which was why this place was avoided. But when she showed up, saying they needed to talk, this was where he lead her.
Frankie’s arms crossed in front of her stomach, holding herself as she watched Teddy pace the room. His blonde hair, normally so perfectly coifed was mussed up, a testament to how many times he’d absentmindedly run his hand through it since she dropped her bomb. The boy she loved so dearly had yet to speak to her, yet to acknowledge what she’d said with more than agitated pacing. I’m pregnant you bastard, say something she thought, her eyes brimming with tears. But she didn’t dare say it out loud, he needed to work through it, he would. She had taken time to wrap her head around the situation, he deserved the same consideration. So she kept her mouth shut and waited.
He finally stopped moving, standing in front of one of the large floor to ceiling windows, his form a dark shadow against the sunlight pouring in and the iconic New York skyline. “Teddy…” she said, her normally confident voice hesitant.
He turned his head to her, and even from a distance, she could see the coldness in his eyes. “You’re going to take care of it I assume.”
“Take care o-“
“Get rid of it Frankie. I am not about to have my whole future ruined because I decided to slum it with some charity case who couldn't figure out birth control.” He snapped, cutting her off.
She couldn’t speak, her mouth felt full of cotton balls as she looked across a room, that may as well have been an ocean , as impassable as it was, to the first guy she’d ever really cared about. There was a sharp pain in her chest, and though she thought it was only a turn of phrase, she realized she could physically feel her heart breaking. The tears that she’d been holding back finally breaking the gates and flooding down her cheeks. She stood there for a moment, her cheeks glistening,. She dropped her arms from around her middle, squaring her shoulders. She mustered that sadness into a comforting rage and spat on the pristine hardwood floors. “F*ck you Teddy.” She turned on her heels, and head held high, she turned her back on him and started to walk out.. She stopped at the door, like he should get off that easy. Her rage, that quick temper she was so known for was getting the better of her. She turned back around, and crossed the distance between them. Teddy was looking down on her with his nose crinkled in distaste. Frankie sneered, she brought her hand back in a fist and let it fly downwards, knocking him squarely in the junk. The boy she thought she loved doubled over with a small squeak, and with a self satisfied smile, Frankie kissed his cheek. “Thanks for everything Teddy.” she said as she walked out of his apartment.
Frankie’s arms crossed in front of her stomach, holding herself as she watched Teddy pace the room. His blonde hair, normally so perfectly coifed was mussed up, a testament to how many times he’d absentmindedly run his hand through it since she dropped her bomb. The boy she loved so dearly had yet to speak to her, yet to acknowledge what she’d said with more than agitated pacing. I’m pregnant you bastard, say something she thought, her eyes brimming with tears. But she didn’t dare say it out loud, he needed to work through it, he would. She had taken time to wrap her head around the situation, he deserved the same consideration. So she kept her mouth shut and waited.
He finally stopped moving, standing in front of one of the large floor to ceiling windows, his form a dark shadow against the sunlight pouring in and the iconic New York skyline. “Teddy…” she said, her normally confident voice hesitant.
He turned his head to her, and even from a distance, she could see the coldness in his eyes. “You’re going to take care of it I assume.”
“Take care o-“
“Get rid of it Frankie. I am not about to have my whole future ruined because I decided to slum it with some charity case who couldn't figure out birth control.” He snapped, cutting her off.
She couldn’t speak, her mouth felt full of cotton balls as she looked across a room, that may as well have been an ocean , as impassable as it was, to the first guy she’d ever really cared about. There was a sharp pain in her chest, and though she thought it was only a turn of phrase, she realized she could physically feel her heart breaking. The tears that she’d been holding back finally breaking the gates and flooding down her cheeks. She stood there for a moment, her cheeks glistening,. She dropped her arms from around her middle, squaring her shoulders. She mustered that sadness into a comforting rage and spat on the pristine hardwood floors. “F*ck you Teddy.” She turned on her heels, and head held high, she turned her back on him and started to walk out.. She stopped at the door, like he should get off that easy. Her rage, that quick temper she was so known for was getting the better of her. She turned back around, and crossed the distance between them. Teddy was looking down on her with his nose crinkled in distaste. Frankie sneered, she brought her hand back in a fist and let it fly downwards, knocking him squarely in the junk. The boy she thought she loved doubled over with a small squeak, and with a self satisfied smile, Frankie kissed his cheek. “Thanks for everything Teddy.” she said as she walked out of his apartment.
There’s a thin line between love and hate, and Miss Bianchi knows that better than most. Theodore Preston VanBuilt was her first love, after bouncing around from one guy to another, no strings attached and wanting nothing but fun, she collided with the young, affluent man by chance. They were from different worlds, and despite both inhabiting the isle of Manhattan, there is no way their paths ever should have crossed. It was destiny. Or so it seemed to the young girl when she suddenly found herself the princess of some modern fairy tale, swept off by her dashing prince in a lacoste polo.
For 6 months they dated (which come on, is forever in teen dating), she was happy, they were in love, and the girl who thought she would never settle down was letting herself dream of a perfect future that included a wedding at the Astoria. It all came crashing down when shortly after her 16th birthday, she found out she was pregnant. Teddy would know what to do, he always did. But instead of comforting words and his arms around her, she found him cold, cruel and discovered that perhaps she was the only one who had been in love.
The aftermath of their breakup and her abortion is what resulted in her coming to Blackwoods, and the entire description of her breakdown can be found here, in her application. Essentially, Frankie went bat shit crazy for an afternoon, making as much hell for Teddy as she possibly could. She ended up here when his father decided it was easier to let her transgressions go with the understanding that she would stay the hell away from his son, than deal with the possible scandal of his son knocking some girl up and forcing her to have an abortion.
So yes, that is my rambly explanation and request for Teddy. He is 18 years old now, and his PB would be Alex Pettyfer but I am not too set… as long as he’s blonde and fairly clean cut. His entire history would be up to you, the only things are that he was born and raised an old money, New York Socialite, gorgeous 5th ave apartment, house in the Hamptons, all that fun stuff. As for personality, he can come across very snobby, he is a bit of a neat freak, always impeccably put together, always plays the perfect son, though with Frankie, he was a bit rebellious, willing to go along with her sometimes crazed plans. Whether this is just something she brought out in him, or something that was always there in his personality is up to you, as is the rest of it.
Same with why he’s at Blackwood. Maybe he came because of her, unresolved issues/feelings and whatnot (and these could be good or bad feelings mind you) or sheer coincidence because of some shit he pulled. I’m not really requesting him as a love interest for her, who knows what his feelings for her ever really were and even if they were real, whether either of them could forgive each other. But for her part, Frankie bounces between missing him, and what she thought they had, and generally being mopey and broken hearted when she thinks of him, and wanting to rip off his balls and feed them to him for dinner. So no matter how things end up being between them, it should be fun, that’s what I think at least… and I would very much love anyone who made him ^^