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Post by Hannah Nicole Allenburg on Oct 20, 2009 17:00:50 GMT -5
Hannah smiled at Tristan started to sing. She whistled and turned to look down the halls. No one. Completely deserted. She was still staring at the ceiling and sighed. She again felt his moist lips against her neck and she all of a sudden felt chills run down her spine. She all of a sudden noticed how cold she was in the empty hallway. She looked down at her arm and noticed a bunch of goosebumps. She looked at her backpack and thought she should catch up on some work while she was sitting there. She took out her math but then stopped when Tristan started to speak some other language. "Ok either that wasn't English or I'm mentally retarded." She smiled at him. She could tell that she was kinda irritating him so she stopped saying things for the moment.
As she opened up her math book the guy who had whistled at her earlier turned and started to walk down the hall. She went wide eyed but didn't say anything to Tristan. She put her head down and did her math. She took out a calculator. "What teachers don't know won't hurt 'em." She mumbled to herself. She put her head down and prayed that the guy didn't say anything to her that would make her mad or make her do something she would regret. But if he just whistled again she would just turn and kiss Tristan in front of him. It was the oldest trick in the book but had a good effect on people. |
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Post by Tristan Flaherty on Oct 20, 2009 17:20:53 GMT -5
German my dear. English isn't my first language. Probably why I'm failing it. He said. Born and raised, somewhat, in Germany. He smiled at her. You would be surprised how badly I was speaking engish when I moved her My accent was so thick that no one would understand me at all. He said. He smiled at her. He could feel her get goosebumps under him. He just moved closer to her.
He felt her move and kiss her. He kissed her back and pushed his tongue to her lips. He smiled at her and kissed her. His eyes glared at the boy that already tried to hit on her once. His hand shot up again, flipping the boy off again. He pulled her closer to him, still kissing her. He moved his head to her neck, kissing there too. He would keep kissing her until the guy was out of slight. He pulled away from her and leaned his head on her again. Sorry. I got carried away again. He said, looking down at his feet.
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Post by Hannah Nicole Allenburg on Oct 20, 2009 17:30:49 GMT -5
"Ooh. Cool. I've never met anyone who could speak a whole other language fluently." She felt good when he pulled her closer to him. She was very comforted by his breath on her face. She kissed back really happy that Tristan could read her mind about the guy. She could see the guys face turn sad. Poor guy. She smiled wide when he kissed her neck again. "No it's completely fine. Get as carried away as you want." she smiled at him and wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him again smiling wide in the kiss and even giggled a couple times. She even snorted once. "Oh crap." She covered her mouth right away hoping that he didn't hear it? Oh who was she kidding. The whole school could most likely hear it.
"You know, I'm about half German and I don't know anything about the language or culture." She was still smiling at him. She couldn't take the smirk off of her face. She loved to smile and especially around Tristan. The more she tried to focus on more things around her, the more she would get lost in his beautiful blue eyes and would completely forget about her surroundings. |
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Post by Tristan Flaherty on Oct 20, 2009 17:48:43 GMT -5
Well, I grew up in Germany, so it was you learn it, or you get laughed at for not understanding German. He said calmly. He pulled her into his lap, and kissed her again. He held her hips, smiling. He pulled her closer to him, his hips hitting her's. You don't want that here. He said after he pulled away from her, and rested his head on her shoulder. he heard her snort, and he laughed. Do you do that more if i tickle you? He asked. He started to tickle her a bit, smiling the whole time.
How do you not know anything about it, if you are German? Really? I mean, I'm full out German, but still. he said, looking at her. She was really starting to scare him. How can you not know anything about were you came from? Her being half german made it worse. He shook it off though.
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Post by Hannah Nicole Allenburg on Oct 20, 2009 18:01:10 GMT -5
Hannah agreed with him. "Well I would be one of the people that get laughed at." She giggled a bit. She raised an eyebrow but smiled at the same time at his comment. She wouldn't even be nervous though. It's not like she was still a virgin. After all she had to do something last year. "Yes I snort more but I'd rather you not hear that." Before she knew it she was laughing and shorting like crazy. "Ok...Ok that's enough." She was still smiling but she meant it. "Well sorry if I'm not completely well read about the Germans. It's not my fault." Hannah felt a little sad now. He seemed to be getting ticked off at her for no reason. It wasn't her fault that she didn't know anything about her ancestry. It's not like she looks it up on a regular basis.
She moved off of his lap without saying anything and continued to do her math and waited for either an apology or an explanation why he just snapped like that. |
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Post by Tristan Flaherty on Oct 20, 2009 18:24:40 GMT -5
Tristan looked at her. He made her mad at him. He yawned again. He shrugged. You wouldn't get laughed at that much. Its mostly if you look like your from America, like the fat asses that get made fun off. he said. He smiled when she started to laugh and snort. He stopped when she asked him to. He looked away from her when she said her next comment. He really didn't mean to make her mad, but he did that a lot to people. Even if he didn't mean to, he did. He looked back as she moved off of him.
Hey. I'm sorry. It's just....well... That's all i know about my past, is that I'm full out German. I'm sorry if I made you upset. He said. He hugged her waist. He didn't need her mad at him right now. With everything buzzing around his head, he didn't know what to say. He looked away from her and let go of her. He moved a bit back from her. He didn't like it when people got mad at him. Thinking of the Tokio Hotel song, Spring Nitch which was the German version of Don't Jump, he took his guitar back into his lap and started to play it and sing it in German.
Ich schrei in die Nacht für Dich,
lass mich nicht im Stich,
Spring nicht.
Die lichter fangen Dich nicht,
sie betrügen Dich.
Spring nicht.
Erinner Dich,
an Dich und mich.
Die Welt da unten zählt nicht,
Bitte spring nicht.
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Post by Hannah Nicole Allenburg on Oct 20, 2009 18:37:23 GMT -5
Hannah listened to him while he spoke but didn't say anything in return. She kept doing her work but when he hugged her around the waist she crumbled. She wrapped her arms around him and kissed his forehead. She couldn't stand to hold a grudge against him. She burried her face in his neck and stayed there. She didn't even think about moving. "Just try to be more careful of what you say. I can get hurt easily." She said it with her most serious face. That most likely scared him. It would for her. She thought about having a girlfriend like that. How she would always be careful for what she said to not make her mad in any way. It would be hard for her. But she couldn't help being her. And if Tristan had a problem with that then he could break up with her.
But she shoved that thought aside. She would not ever want to leave Tristan. That would just tear her apart. And she would most likely not be able to put herself back together afterward.
Hannah picked up her guitar as Tristan did and she started to play along with him. She didn't like singing in front of people so she didn't sing. The only thing she did was play. Then she realized she knew a lot of songs by heart on guitar. But she considered that an amazing thing. After the song was over, she kissed him on the cheek to show she was sorry for getting so upset toward his comment. But she did understand. it was probably hard for him since he has lived in a foster care all his life. She wouldn't know exactly but she could understand a little at least. |
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Post by Tristan Flaherty on Oct 20, 2009 19:08:25 GMT -5
Tristan just looked at her, his eyes showing different emotions every second. One was pain, sadness, death maybe? To many things were running threw his head at the moment. His past, his life now, his death. His suicide. His girl, himself. To much for him to take. He let her bury her head into him and he just sat there, thinking. Tristan nodded to what she said. It would kill her inside if she knew that he was going to kill himself, that he did drugs, that he he wanted to die. Everything to him was just a mess. Why couldn't his parents loved him, and wanted him? Cause he was the rejected child that was way. They didn't want him. they didn't love him.
Tristan kept playing his bass until he finished the song, then put the bass down and leaned back onto the floor to stare at the ceiling. he looked at her, then closed his eyes. He didn't say anything. His head was spinning, and pounding. He didn't know what to say to her. He opened his mouth and said. Ich liebe dich. It meant I love you in German.
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Post by Hannah Nicole Allenburg on Oct 20, 2009 19:45:31 GMT -5
Hannah was looking at him as his eyes were shut. She wondered what he meant when he said "Ich liebe dich." She just sat there and stared at the ceiling. She just wanted to be there for him whenever he needed it. But she thought otherwise because she had nothing to say to him. What was she suppost to say? And whatever she wanted to say she had to word it in a way that it wasn't mean or harmful in anyway. But how was that possible.
Hannah finished her math and then pulled her knees up to her chest. She burried her head in her arms and didn't know what to do. Her mind was so empty but she obviously had no room to think of something to say to Tristan. She just wanted to relieve him of whatever was going on inside his mind. She wanted to be inside his mind and find out the problem. Maybe then could she be a good girlfriend? It was hard to tell and Hannah was so confused at the moment.
She took out a book and started to read it. She got about a couple sentences in when she stopped. She couldn't read anymore without the last conversation surrounding her. Haunting and taunting her like a playground bully. And there was nothing she could do to help it except hope they could move past this. She sat and thought. If they were already having problems now, then god help the relatoinship later on this situation. |
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Post by Tristan Flaherty on Oct 20, 2009 20:59:33 GMT -5
"Ich liebe dich means that I love you in German." He said to her, still not opening his eyes. "I'm sorry that's I'm not being a good guy at the moment for you, but I've just got to much on my mind at the moment." He said opening his blue eyes to look at her. He moved over to her and sat up. He felt really bad that he wasn't being a good guy for her, and that he wasn't the guy for her. But he liked her a lot. He didn't want to fight with her.
He didn't want to tell her what he was thinking, probably because she would flip. and he knew that she would flip because anyone would flip if you heard that someone was planning suicide. He leaned over to her, and kissed her, trying to say that he was truly sorry for why he was acting like a bad person. He felt really bad about it. She had feelings too, and it was wrong to snap at her about everything. His head was just spinning.
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Post by Hannah Nicole Allenburg on Oct 22, 2009 16:37:32 GMT -5
Hannah was touched at how Tristan told her that he loved her. That made her mood change completely. She was now happy and full of butterflies, like when she had first met him. "well...I...love you too." She hesitated a little bit. The last time she said she loved a guy, he betrayed her and she found out all he wanted was her money and to get inside her pants. She smiled at him and stroked his head. "And it's fine. Shit happens and we just have to figure out a way to get it over with or get it out of our heads." She smiled down at him with her deep brown eyes.
She leaned into him and kissed him. She wrapped her arms around his neck and was very comfortable with her decision. She pulled away and said "If you need some alone time it's ok. I can leave if you want." She was trying to sound reasonable. She just wanted to make sure he would be ok so that they could be in a good relationship without anything holding them back.
Hannah put the book away and turned towards. She looked at him then sighed. She was really in love with him. She didn't even love her own family as much as she loved him right now. It was like there was no one else on earth who could take his place, and she was happy to know that she had someone there for her when she needed it. Someone to pick her up when she fell.
She took out her notebook and drew another heart. This one was tiny and she just drew it with pencil. She traced the rims of the heart to make the edges darker. When she finished she blew at it to get rid of the erasing marks. She sighed then put the notebook away. |
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Post by Tristan Flaherty on Oct 22, 2009 17:07:19 GMT -5
Tristan smiled at her. He leaned over to her, before she was able to kiss him, and kissed her first. You don't should to sure about that you know. He said, before kissing her again. He moved his whole body close to her. he really did like her, but if she ever knew that he did drugs, or was suicidal then she would dump him, and he would and up with his throat in his hand and his body on the ground. He pulled away from her, and kissed her forehead. He moved his arms again to her waist and hugged her, pulling her closer to him.
I never want you to leave me. What are you talking about? He smiled at her. he hugged her tightly. He pulled her tight around the waist and lifted her onto his lap. Tristan rested his head on her shoulder and looked at her notebook. You know. I think your better at guitar then drawing. Not that it isn't cute. He whispered in her ear.
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Post by Hannah Nicole Allenburg on Oct 22, 2009 17:19:18 GMT -5
Hannah smiled in the kiss. She felt special and loved. That was a good thing. She just let him lay on her shoulder and she looked at the heart. She sighed and said "Oh I know, It's nothing new to me. When I was little, believe it or not, I wanted to be an artist. Well obviously it didn't turn out this way." She said smiling. She forehead of touching his and her lips were only few millimeters away from his. She felt his breath going onto her face. She was filled with the butterflies again. Including, this was a new feature...goosebumps. She never got them unless she was cold. But now she had another way to get them. And that was being with Tristan.
"You know this is going to sound like i'm kissing up to you but you have been by far the best kisser. No joke." It really did sound like she was kissing up to him but it was the truth. All the other guys couldn't kiss for their life.
Hannah couldn't control herself when their faces were close together. She leaned in and kissed him full of passion without even realizing how well she was kissing. |
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Post by Tristan Flaherty on Oct 22, 2009 17:49:00 GMT -5
He pulled away from her. Oh really? I like you better as a guitarist. He said. He smiled at her. He kissed her again. And to think I have barely kissed women cause I move so often. He said, his accent thick before he smiled. Mr. Flaherty, skipping class again are we? Someone said. Tristan turned his head around to look at the principle. Yes Sir. He said. He looked down at Hannah. Hey. I have to go now. I'll see you later baby. Tristan whispered in her ear before moving her off of him. He brushed himself off and up at the man.
And Ms.Allenburg. You too? My, My. You i suppose can just have a warning. But, Mr. Flaherty here, your to come with me to the office. The principle said. Tristan look down at her.
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