it's our little secret [trenton]

[*GENESIS AMORA DESIMONE!]

Better stop crying, hello and goodbying
Go on through me, slip on through my hands
You get your time and the other half's mine
It's okay, this love weighs fifty men

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[/b][/color] Genie cried, pouting her lips as the tiny albino ferret stared in her direction. She felt her eyes begin to sting, biting her lip as she fought the tears wanting to escape. Just as she’d gotten things perfect, Ponyo had to get up onto the table – however that had happened - and break all of the crystal she’d set up. Before Ponyo could run away, she picked her up and held her at eye height, ”You had to go and ruin it, you know that tonight’s supposed to be special,”[/color] Genie whimpered, watching as Ponyo began to squirm in her hold. She really did repel animals, didn’t she? She knew that one day Ponyo would crack on her, but she was kind of hoping this’d be the only time.

What exactly had Genie been setting up and why was she getting so mad? Tonight was going to be the first time in a few days since Trent and herself had had a night to themselves without having to hide what they had. You see, they’d become close ever since the band formed, and it sort of progressed to more as the months went on. Why did they have to hide it? Genie was underage and he was 4 years older than her, and according to law, it was counted as paedophilia on his behalf. They knew nothing of what they’re relationship was; they had it all wrong. Genie and Trent’s relationship had never been physical other than the occasional mild things they did together. There was no sex. Not even an attempt; if either of them accidentally forgot, they always managed to stop themselves before things went way too far. As soon as he’d said he wouldn’t pressure her into anything and wait until she became of age before they tried anything, she knew she’d fallen for him harder than before. She’d always been the kind of girl to never sleep with anyone until she knew she loved them, and as soon as he’d told her that, she was sure he could be the one she wanted to do it with. Sure, there was the reputation he had for sleeping around with the women around the tour and before that, but she was hoping he might change… as big of a wish that was.

So, Genie had decided to rent out the private room at a hotel overlooking the beach. It was one of the most expensive and fanciest rooms there was there, and it just so happened her brother was good friends with the owner and got her the room. But, she didn’t tell him what she was doing, only said she wanted it to be special. Genie walked quietly over to where the shattered glass was; crouching down as she started to pick up the large pieces she could see and placed them into her hand. When she had picked up all of the large pieces, she’d headed over to the bin and placed them into it turning around as she watched Ponyo running off towards the kitchen when the door opened and the chef walked out, she smiled weakly and brushed a finger through her curled hair, ”Ponyo knocked the glasses over, I’m sorry,”[/color] Genie said quietly, watching as the man laughed and walked over to where she was, patting her shoulder lightly, ”It’s fine, m’dear. There are plenty more in the back, I shall fetch two for you,” Genie mouthed a small thank you to him and watched as he headed off into the back room, a sudden breath leaving her lips that she hadn’t known she’d taken in.

Pulling out her phone from her jacket pocket, she glanced down it to see the time. She’d told him to meet her here at about 8.30, and right now, it was 8.15. She puffed up her cheeks and slowly exhaled, unbuttoning her jacket and sliding it off, hanging it up on the nearby coat rack before walking over towards the large windows. Genie smiled lightly as she stared at the waves slowly lapping against the shore, the moonlight illuminating the beach beautifully. She closed her eyes and rested her forehead onto the glass lightly, the cold automatically sending goosebumps up her arms. Even though it was pretty warm and humid outside, the glass was as cold as ice. Genie had kind of hoped that after they’d been in here, they’d be able to sneak out onto the beach without drawing any attention to them and have a bit of fun together, but she didn’t have very high hopes that they’d be unseen… especially as she’d seen paparazzi walking around suspiciously. Her warm breath was fogging up the glass before she stepped back from it, glancing back over towards the table seeing the fresh glasses placed on there. With a light smile, she walked over to the lounge and sat down onto it, stretching her arms up above her head as she yawned, arching her legs just enough so she could wrap her arms loosely around them. Resting the side of her head onto the back of the couch, she stared blankly towards the floor. It was hard hiding this relationship sometimes, but they managed to pull through how tricky it was to keep it from being exposed. Hopefully he’d get here on time, the silence was starting to kill her.[/ul]

TAG:: Trenton
WORDS:: 934
LYRICS:: the dance- charlotte martin
OUTFIT:: clicky
NOTES::

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[*TRENTON XAVIER BANE!]

trenton was bored out of his mind but then again he was always bored. but right now he honestly had nothing better to do but sit in starbucks and drink his latte. he stared off into space for a few moments. his attention was elsewhere and he didn't realize it when someone was trying to talk to him. he soon snapped out of it and signed a few autographs. as soon as peace and quiet was restored his attention drifted off again. his focus then turned to finish his latte so he could leave and get on with his day. trent finished off his latte and got up to throw it away. but he was stopped by another fan, he wasn't happy because today was his off day. he wasn't really in the mood to be bothered by anyone. today was his chill day and he obviously wasn't chilling yet. as soon as he got out he decided he’d head to the beach. it was rare that anyone would notice him. he put on his sunglasses and hailed down a cab which was getting old. he didn't want to ride the city bus though. that was basically his last resort because for one the bus didn't take him directly anywhere. he'd have to walk a few more blocks or something.

however the cab took him exactly where he wanted to go for a little extra money. money he was tired of spending. he wasn't a penny pincher but spending money on a taxi seemed wasteful to him. besides the fact he didn't want to spend money on things he didn't need. but then again he needed to get somewhere. and the taxi was the only way. it was cold outside and he was freezing and going to the beach, didn’t mean he was going to go get in the water. he was just going to walk along the boardwalk and perhaps he’d walk near the water but not in it. the water was mostly likely very freezing in the first place and then it was winter which made the water even colder. the only reason he was really going was because the sound of the ocean calmed him and relaxed him. he obviously wasn’t on edge but there was no better way to spend his off day then hanging out alone at the beach. as soon as he arrived he got a message from genie and she told him to meet her at a hotel at 8:30 that was allegedly looking over the beach.

it was a good thing he had decided to go to the beach so he didn’t have to worry about rushing. but it wasn’t time for him to arrive yet so he decided he’d just walk along the boardwalk for a few. trenton pulled out a cigarette and lit it, he couldn’t resist a cigarette. though it made him smell different, he honestly didn’t care, the only thing he cared about was fulfilling his desire. it made him feel better and he didn’t know what it was about it. trent put the cigarette to his lips and exhaled then dropped his hand as he continued to walk along the boardwalk. it was getting dark out but he didn’t care, besides all the little shops were open. he was getting bored with the walk but he enjoyed what was around him. he walked into one of the clothing shops and looked around for a little. he hadn’t planned on buying anything he just wanted to look around a bit and see what they had. with his cigarette firmly in between his fingers he looked at a shirt and got ashes on it, he quickly wiped it off and continued on his way.

he checked the time again and realized it still wasn’t time to go yet. he usually waited until the last second to meet up with someone. he liked being right on time, not a minute late and not a minute early. it was just a weird habit of his and he didn’t even know why he possessed it. he started heading toward the hotel so he could be there on time. trent walked really slow and people were getting frustrated and walking around him. it reminded him of what people did when people drove slow. they’d get all close behind you then at the last minute they’d speed into the next lane and then back in front of you. that’s exactly what the people were doing to him. it made him chuckle and at the nearest trashcan he crushed his cigarette in the ashtray on top. he pulled out a stick of gum to freshen his breath a little. he didn’t like the taste of cigarette smoke in his mouth and he was sure genie wouldn’t either. he’d have to speak to her and he was sure she wouldn’t like the aroma that had been on his breath. trent shivered as he walked into the hotel. it was a lot warmer inside than it was outside and it felt great.

he checked his watch realizing it was eight twenty five, so again he walked slowly to the hotel room. this was the only time he could be alone with genie without people realizing. this relationship or whatever it really was, could put him in jail for pedophilia. the thought made him cringe, he didn’t want to go to jail for something like this. but they hadn’t had sex and he wasn’t going to have sex with her either. not yet at least, he was twenty one, she was seventeen. he couldn’t risk it, he was legal in every aspect. he was legal on consent and he was old enough to drink, legally. he remembered buying drinks for his friends when he turned twenty one. he felt used but he honestly didn’t care. when trent reached the door he knocked on it a few times and looked back at his watch. exactly on time.

TAGGED|| genie
NOTES|| it sucks. sorry.
OUTFIT|| clickk.
WORDS|| 998
LYRICS|| YOU'RE BEAUTIFUL - JAMES BLUNT
CREDIT|| RORA @ HOS

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[*GENESIS AMORA DESIMONE!]

Better stop crying, hello and goodbying
Go on through me, slip on through my hands
You get your time and the other half's mine
It's okay, this love weighs fifty men

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[/b][/color] Genie hissed through her teeth, hopping up off the bed as she headed back to the closet. There, she placed Ponyo inside the small cage she’d brought and shut it, taking her into the back room and closing the door.

The chef had finally left, leaving her instructions on how long to keep the food in the oven before serving it. Ugh, did he really trust her with that? With a sigh, Genie placed the paper down and walked boredly over to the oven, leaning down to press the light button. It looked good, let’s hope it stayed that way and she doesn’t manage to burn the shit out of it. Genie jumped at the sound of the knocking on the door, spinning around effortlessly before her body froze for a few moments. It always happened when things surprised her, she went into a complete mental blank until reality sunk in. ”I’ll be right there!”[/color] Genie called before cursing to herself, brushing her hair behind her shoulders as she ran over to the back room where Ponyo was and shut the door. It was strange, but every time something like this happened, she had a major freak out session. She’d go through all the things that she’d done and make sure she hadn’t forgotten anything, as well as making sure she herself hadn’t managed to spill anything over her. Genie also usually thought as to how either of them had really taken a liking to the other, seeing as Trent was practically an adult whereas she was just a silly little adolescent who wasn’t legal to do anything yet besides drive.

Genie also didn’t see how he could actually say and mean that he’d wait until she was 18 before they did anything when she knew he was like the other guys. They’d sleep with people they didn’t know and leave them in the morning before the girl started growing strings of attachment to them. It was like any other guy she knew, they were all almost as old as her brother and they were all like him. Her brother was, in fact, a man-whore. She had no doubt about it, whenever she went to visit him, some random woman would step out of his room. Genie always left straight away. It disgusted her to know he could be so selfish and only fulfil his own desires with some girl and throw her away the next moment. Hence the reason she was really leaving her own innocence until she met the right person. With a little slap to her cheek, Genie composed herself and started walking down the hall towards the door. Her cheeks were a little flushed from worrying, but she’d know they’d just stay that way as soon as she opened that door. Genie had a right to be nervous about things, seeing as she didn’t know who the hell was around and which of them were paparazzi or gossip column people. Genie quickly brushed her fingers through her hair as she pulled the door open, a smile forming on her face when she saw Trent standing outside the door.

The girl bit her lip and looked up at him, man, even with heels on she was still shorter than him by quite a lot. Ah well, she didn’t mind the height difference at all. ”Hey,”[/color] Genie said softly, taking a step forward before standing on her toes to kiss his cheek. As she did so, she let her eyes fall towards the end of the hallway, making sure there were no people around. It always made her paranoid that people were following them everywhere they went, seeing as she had stumbled upon the photo from the after party that night. Fuck, were they really that obvious? Genie stepped back and smiled brightly, taking his hand in hers before tugging him inside with her before shutting the door behind them. ”I hope I didn’t interrupt anything important, but I thought seeing as its kind of a day off… I thought we’d do something together as we hadn’t in awhile,”[/color] Genie explained, biting her lip as she looked at the floor as her cheeks flushed. Ugh, see, already the nervousness was kicking in. Sometimes she wished there were no such things as paparazzi so she didn’t have to worry. Genie turned and started heading down the hall, still biting onto her lip as she tried to rid her face of the red that had risen.

When Genie reached the lounge room, she stopped and gave a quiet sigh before she looked back at Trent, ”So how are you?”[/color] Genie asked before she propped herself on the edge of the couch, a warm smile tugging at the corners of her lips. At this rate, she was going to completely forget about the food in the oven and have it burn. And if that happened, they’d just have to either order room service or find something in the cupboard to make something out of. She wasn’t the best cook, but she could at least make simple things.[/ul]

TAG:: Trenton
WORDS:: 1,009
LYRICS:: the dance- charlotte martin
OUTFIT:: clicky
NOTES::lul its fine, wasn't too bad ^__^

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[*TRENTON XAVIER BANE!]

after walking around the beach for most of the day all he wanted to do was just sit down and chill. maybe even sleep but he didn’t want to spend his entire day off sleeping. though it would’ve been lovely, it just wasn’t possible. and even when his band had gigs they were later so he spent most of the day sleeping. that took up much of his time, he slept more than he did anything else. only because he was always so tired because he partied all night. his routine was usually waking up at six in the afternoon playing a gig whenever then partying until four am. he enjoyed partying simply because it was like a social time for him. he got to meet a lot of people some who were sometimes as shit faced as him. he’d either end up hooking up with some girls or he’d end up just making out with some girls. sometimes though he’d get drunk and pass out and one of his band members would have to carry him back to the bus. if trent didn’t party eventually he’d go insane. he couldn’t stay on that bus for a long period of time.

after a while it got pretty claustrophobic on the bus, the bus carried a lot of people. his whole band rode in one bus, it was just sometimes too many people on a bus for him to handle. plus the fact there wasn’t much to do but get on his laptop or watch tv or beat one of his friends in a game. that was always fun but after a while it got old and it wasn’t enjoyable anymore. plus he had to be in that tour bus for long hours when they traveled. so being off the bus as much as possible was the plan. trent was craving another cigarette but he wasn’t about to pull one out at the hotel as much as he wanted to. he had self control for now anyways, he’d eventually have to go outside and smoke. he usually smoked when he was stressed and he was stressed because he was meeting up with genie. genie who happened to be four years younger than him, it sometimes stressed him out. he was always nervous before going to sneak out and be with her. the paparazzi were very tricky and they could’ve even followed him in here.

his mind was elsewhere when genie opened the door so until she kissed him on the cheek, he hadn’t exactly processed that she was there. after she kissed him on the cheek he snapped out of the daze. “hello,” he sniffed the air and it smelt like cigarette smoke he realized it was him. he didn’t know if genie hated when he smelled like smoke or what, she kissed him so it couldn’t have been a big deal. trent followed in after her examining the room, he was quite impressed with it. it was nice and he could smell something in the oven but he wasn’t quite sure what it was exactly. he’d have to find out when it was ready. “nothing is more important than being with you,”

[/color] there was his charm. he had charm, believe it or not. “i spent most of my time on the boardwalk so it wasn’t a big deal,”[/color] he spoke quietly as if he spoke loud then he’d be giving away too much. he didn’t know who was around or what, he just wanted to be careful. he was really nervous and he tried to hide it.

he followed her into the lounge room and leaned against the wall instead of sitting on the couch. he’d eventually move to the couch, he was just taking in his surroundings. he liked to be aware of everything around him, he always liked being aware of what was around him. especially in new situations if not he felt uncomfortable and being uncomfortable just made everything else awkward. “i’m a bit tired, not sleep tired. i think i need to relax my muscles. i’ve been out walking all day. how’re you?”[/color] he looked away from her and walked around the room a little, again taking in his surroundings. he took out his cellphone, his cigarettes, his lighter, and his wallet and put them all on the counter. he went back to where the front door was and took off his shoes, he wasn’t going to need his shoes at the moment. trent came back into the room where genie was sitting and he sat down next to her and grabbed a piece of her long blonde hair and twirled around his fingers, her hair was so interesting to him. he honestly didn’t know why it was, it just was. maybe it was the color and how it wasn’t exactly blond. whatever it was, he enjoyed playing with her hair.

“did you not bring the rat with you?” he hated rodents because they reminded him of city rats in new york. and the ferret genie had grossed him out a bit because it was long and it smelt bad. trent was just simply not a fan of small animals and he couldn’t stand them. he liked dogs and that was about it, cats were disgusting, and he just hated them. he seemed like such a hateful person, he wasn’t honestly he just hated small animals and felines. his eyes shifted to her face, he hoped she wasn’t going to yell at him because honestly he was only joking. though he did think it was a rat in a way, they were filthy animals. her ferret didn’t like trent and trent didn’t like it, they had a mutual dislike going on. he chewed on his bottom lip and looked around the room slowly as if he expected the animal to pop out of somewhere and attack him. it wasn’t likely but he was still expecting it to happen. he looked back to genie and waited for a response.
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TAGGED|| genie
NOTES|| blehhh.
OUTFIT|| clickk.
WORDS|| 1001
LYRICS|| YOU'RE BEAUTIFUL - JAMES BLUNT
CREDIT|| RORA @ HOS

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[*GENESIS AMORA DESIMONE!]

Better stop crying, hello and goodbying
Go on through me, slip on through my hands
You get your time and the other half's mine
It's okay, this love weighs fifty men

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[/b][/color] Genie asked, raising an eyebrow lightly in a questioning manner. Especially walking around the beach even though it had sort of gotten warmer… well, maybe she just thought that it had.

Genie watched as Trent leaned against the wall, her head tilting lightly to the side as she watched him carefully. But she soon let her eyes fall to the bottom of her dress as she picked at a loose thread lightly. Genie hopped up after a minute of speaking just as Trent began to speak, pulling the curtains closed across the large open windows before turning around to look at him with a smile. ”I’m good. I haven’t been doing much except getting this place sorted out and making sure the food didn’t burn,”[/color] Genie told him softly before walking over to the couch and sitting down on it again. She’d picked up on what Trent said about relaxing muscles and waited till he’d sat down. Slipping off her shoes quickly, she looked up at him with a smile, a quiet laugh leaving her lips as he took a lock of her hand and played with it. ”Hmm… I might just be able to help you relax,”[/color] Genie purred as she scooted closer to Trent, shifting so her legs were lying across his but slightly arched so she wasn’t actually resting her weight against him. Genie reached a hand up and caressed Trent’s cheek lightly, before halting at his question.

With a slight cock of her head, she let her eyes dart towards the back room before going back to him. Trent always had something about Ponyo that she didn’t understand, well, she did in a way. Some people didn’t like rodents, let alone someone having a rodent as a pet. Even though Ponyo was… quite well trained, she still had her faults. Neither of them seemed to like each other; ah well, each to their own. She should’ve known bringing Ponyo here was a bad idea; even though she knew that Adrella’s dogs would’ve eaten him. "Why? You afraid little Ponyo will jump out and attack you?”[/color] Genie teased, poking her tongue out playfully as she ran her hand lightly down his neck onto his chest before she sighed and rested her head against his shoulder lightly. Even through the now faint smell of cigarettes, she could smell his familiar scent on his skin and clothing. Taking in a deep breath, she tilted her head lightly so she could look up at him. ”Don’t worry; there’s no way of her escaping. I locked her up since she already broke some of the crystal glasses,”[/color] Genie informed him with a pout. ”I repel animals… and I think the stupid rodent is starting to turn on me,”[/color] Genie said lightly before biting down on her lip and letting her eyes fall to where her feet were. She soon looked back up at him with a genuine smile, ”Food should be ready soon… so long as I don’t burn it, it should be fine. So, is there anything you’d like to do to help you relax?”[/color] Genie asked, a slight hint of playfulness in her voice as she let her smile grow to a grin. [/ul]

TAG:: Trenton
WORDS:: 871
LYRICS:: the dance- charlotte martin
OUTFIT:: clicky
NOTES::hehe XD

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[*TRENTON XAVIER BANE!]

smoking was a habit of his that was hard to break. he tried to quit but he couldn’t, though he never actually tried to go to a class to help him quit. that was too much effort involved. besides he wasn’t exactly addicted to smoking. he just smoked when he was stressed or nervous and that was the only reason he did it. though obviously he was stressing because he was meeting up with someone underage. he wasn’t scared that he’d get caught he was scared he’d go to jail if he did. he didn’t want to be locked up in prison over a girl. he really was thinking he should just stay away from her until she turned eighteen. he didn’t know when that was but if it was long it could be awhile. it wasn’t easy hiding everything from everyone, the paparazzi were always on him like a pack of wolves. he didn’t like the constant publicity he received. plus every little thing he did could end up on the internet in a heartbeat. he didn’t quite appreciate that but it wasn’t up to him. he didn’t have to join a band especially when his band members usually got on his nerves.

he couldn’t stand being on that bus for a long period of time, they got along well but he just couldn’t. he’d rather be out then stuck with the people he say all the time. he saw each and every one of them all the time and he was about fed up with all of them. he usually got along with them but sometimes they all got on his nerves. he was probably the only mature one on there but he was one of the oldest along with nichols. who was also twenty one but the fact was he was more mature and he was the eldest. maybe that was just trent being vain about how wise and mature he was but was it the honest truth? he was confidant he was one of the wiser bunch of the tour, not nerdy just wise. he confused people with his wits all the time because they couldn’t keep up with him. and he hated being told he was wrong because he rarely ever was for one, and for two he didn’t like people correcting him. he didn’t know why exactly but it was just a habit. another habit of his.

he nodded, “yep, it’s fucking freezing out there. i just wanted to be away from people, ya know?” he didn’t like signing autographs on his off day. he didn’t like signing autographs in general, he hated doing that. he saw it unnecessary but then again they wanted to preserve his signature forever so why not let them. and it wasn’t like he could hand out autographs because they wanted his official autograph and not something he wrote on a piece of paper and copied it a million times. plus that would be killing a bunch of trees so it was better that he just signed a bunch of autographs. then again he could always use a stamp but that wouldn’t work, it was faster though. but it used a lot of ink and it took a bit to dry. he was better off risking a hand cramp than a bunch of ink because he was too lazy to do it. that was the whole part of being famous, if you didn’t want to sign autographs you shouldn’t have got into the business. little did trent know his band was going to get big quick, they’d only been around for a year.

“what’s in the oven anyway?” he was still curious and he couldn’t wait until it was done to figure it out. he leaned his head against the back of the couch and closed his eyes for a little. he wasn’t going to fall asleep he was just relaxing and he was still listening to her he just wasn’t making eye contact with her. “i’m not afraid of that thing,” he never referred to it by its name for the fact he didn’t always remember it. he pulled genie closer to him because he liked her being close to him. “what was she doing on the table anyway? i bet she’s not turning on you, she loves you too much.” honestly he thought genie and her rat got along well, for the most part. she brought it everywhere with her so there was no way the thing could turn on her. “good because i’m hungry.” he thought about her other question, was there anything that could make him relax? really there was a lot that could, “kiss me?” he looked at her after he asked a question of his own. he never took anything further than kissing, that was like his boundary with her.

he didn’t like boundaries that much but he had to have some when girls were younger than him. obviously he was a guy and sex was one of the things he liked. the sad thing was he couldn’t even remember the girl he lost his virginity to or even remember what she looked like or when he lost it. it was sad but he honestly didn’t give a shit about her if he couldn’t remember that. he wasn’t a whore and he never would be, he was picky when it came to sex and girls. he didn’t have sex with any girl that was willing, he had sex with girls he knew well and at least saw physically at least three times. trent had always been so picky for what reason? he just happened to be picky and there wasn’t exactly a reason he was.

TAGGED|| genie
NOTES|| i lost muse like halfway.
OUTFIT|| clickk.
WORDS|| 952
LYRICS|| YOU'RE BEAUTIFUL - JAMES BLUNT
CREDIT|| RORA @ HOS

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[*GENESIS AMORA DESIMONE!]

Better stop crying, hello and goodbying
Go on through me, slip on through my hands
You get your time and the other half's mine
It's okay, this love weighs fifty men

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[/b][/color] Genie murmured with a pout. ”I miss the privacy we used to have, I can’t… grasp this whole fame thing,”[/color] Genie admitted as she brushed a hand through her hair lightly. It was creeping up way to quickly for Genie’s liking, and it felt like the weight on her shoulders was getting heavier and heavier.

Genie looked over towards the kitchen, cocking her head to the side as well as pursing her lips in thought. What was in the oven? ”I’m not… actually sure. I kind of turned up and he was here… obviously when my brother got me the room he thought he’d get a chef as well. Seeing as I can’t cook all too well,”[/color] Genie explained before taking in a deep breath as if to try and see if she could pick it. ”It could be… roast something,”[/color] Genie said before frowning. Now she was tempted to go and pull it out and see what it was, but she couldn’t get the strength to get up from the couch to do it. When that timer went off – if it was set – she’d go and do it. Well, at least it’d be a kind of surprise. A smirk tugged at Genie’s lips as she looked back at Trent when he spoke, laughing brightly before biting down on her index finger. ”Mmm, sure. You and Ponyo hold some sort of… hate towards each other. What did you do to her?”[/color] Genie asked accusingly, crossing her arms underneath her chest as she pouted at him. If there was something he’d done to her ferret to make her hate him, he’d better fess up now.

Genie nestled herself closer to Trent as he pulled her closer to him, letting one of her hands play with his shirt between his fingers. She shrugged at his question, ”That’s a good question, I didn’t know she was up there until I heard the smash of glass on the floor. Unless she’s part ninja ferret or something… I didn’t know ferrets jumped,”[/color] Genie bit her lip at how stupid she sounded. She had her moments where she lived up to her blonde reputation, but other than the occasional accidental silly comment, she actually wasn’t one of those ditzy blondes. ”I’m actually thinking of selling her… it’s too hard to keep her in a bus with people who hate rodents. Maybe I’d get a snake instead…”[/color] Ooh yes, a snake sounded like fun. It was one of the pets that was on her list to get… though she wasn’t sure it was the smartest thing to do seeing as animals usually hated her no matter how much she loved them. And as a snake usually bit things, she’d most likely get bitten. Hmm, she’d have to start researching what ones were harmless and were children’s pets. Yes, children’s pets; she had more hope with one of them liking her than a massive great big snake. ”Well, when the timer goes off, it will be ready. So, you’ll have to wait,”[/color] Genie teased as she poked her tongue out at him playfully.

Genie bit her lip when Trent asked her to kiss him, the corner of her lips turning up into a smile as she sat up from lying against him to sit on her knees. Letting her hands slide up from where they had been playing with his shirt, she let them rest on the side of his neck as she leaned up to press her lips against his. It’d been the only thing they really did together, and Genie didn’t understand why. The other things they could do weren’t counted as anything really, well, in her mind they didn’t. It was like it was their boundary between them, to keep them both sane enough so that they never went way too far with one another. As sad as it made Genie, at least she got to do something with him. Even if it never really satisfied the things she wanted. Stupid bloody age difference, she wished she could at least age a year already, but no, she had to wait 2 months. Fuck. She wished they’d at least move it up a step or so during the next few months just to… work their way up to when she was 18. Would he do that though? Genie was beginning to notice that when they kissed; it was always the same steady rhythm. Never too fast, never too slow. It was just enough to make her breathless; but there was still that stupid little voice that wanted more.

Smirking lightly, Genie slipped her arms up around Trent’s neck and pressed herself closer to him, deepening the kiss just a little compared to what it was before. With a bit of hesitation at first, Genie ran her tongue along his lower lip before letting it slip past his lips and into his mouth, the stale taste of the last cigarette he’d had before coming here as well as the gum he’d had… which was still there. It was then when she realised he still had his gum that she laughed brightly in the back of her throat, becoming more audible each time their lips parted before muffling it again as they touched. Blah, it wasn’t going to get any further than this was it? And shit, as soon as she thought of it, she felt her chest tighten. It wasn’t until she heard the timer scream loudly from the kitchen that she pulled back, her arms unwrapping itself from around his neck. As Genie caught her breath, she looked over towards the kitchen and bit her lip. Now that topic of ‘going further’ and ‘would he ever’ was stuck in her head and it was making her chest hurt. ”Hmm, sounds like its ready,”[/color] Genie whispered before looking back at him with a grin, hiding the fact that her thoughts were swarming through her veins. Slowly, she hopped up from his lap and brushed her dress down, walking off towards the kitchen, picking up the plates and glasses from the table along the way. A frown replaced her smile as soon as she was out of view, sighing as she set down the plates and glasses. Brushing her hair back over her shoulders, she turned the oven off and opened the door, taking out the plate before placing it on the bench. There were roast potatoes along with some sort of… marinated meat. With a little confusion as to what it was, she picked a piece off of the meat and placed it in her mouth. Mm, so it was chicken after all.

It took her a few minutes to set up the plates, placing the dirty dishes and utensils into the sink before emerging from the kitchen. After setting the plates onto the table, got the drinks and placed them down too. Brushing her dress down as she sat, she gave him a small smile, ”It was chicken after all, so dig in,” Genie said with a grin before dropping her eyes to her plate as she chewed on her lip, cutting into the chicken with a sigh. If only she hadn’t thought of that subject, she wouldn’t be feeling like her chest was being crushed by something heavy. So long as it didn’t show, things would be fine.[/ul]

TAG:: Trenton
WORDS:: 1,495
LYRICS:: the dance- charlotte martin
OUTFIT:: clicky
NOTES::awe, i hate when that happens D:

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