Fueling the Flames [James]

[Stella Sullivan]

slow it down, make it stop
before my heart is going to pop
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Some people can’t stand their job, in fact most of the people Stella knew hated their jobs with a passion, but Stella actually enjoyed her job. Being a bartender wasn’t her first career choice, and she really want to be working at a night club for the rest of her life, but now was the perfect time for her to work there. She was young and restless just like Oasis. Plus her co-workers and boss were all fun to work with. Stella always worked the mid to late night rush. It was basically the time when people just start coming for late night partying, drinking, and other fun things. Luckily for Stella being a bartender doesn’t require a dress code or uniform, her boss actually told her she can wear anything as long as looks hot. So Stella felt it was her obligation to look as hot as possible. She normally dawned a neon tank top and some dark skinny jeans. Tonight she wore that except she traded her skinny jeans for acid wash shorts. She spent eight hours serving people drinks and listening to people problems, like any good bartender does, but when her shift was up Stella was ready to hit the dance floor.

Stella wasn’t always the outgoing girl she is now, but one thing is certain she is definitely out going now. She had a gift for meeting new people and becoming the center of attention, though she was very happy to pass it along to other people. Stella was never found of having all eyes on her, she always got the tiniest bit insecure in those situations. "Hey Jane I’m just gonna shift into the crowd alright. Call if you need anything." Stella jumped over the bar, literally and went out in the search of fun. Stella often found it hilarious that she was able to get alcohol at the bar where she works, buts she could. Stella loved the club scene and she was so grateful that a small town like Fairview actually had a club as hot as Oasis. Basically everybody who was anybody came to Oasis to just hang out or have fun.


Oasis was definitely the place to be seen and Stella was often seen there with or with out her friends. She always met new people and saw people she already knew, some friends and some enemies. Tonight she didn’t really have plans to meet up with anyone they were all busy doing whatever they did during their free time. Stella made a few laps around the dance floor, soaked in the music danced with a few guys, she was finally ready for her first drink of the night when she saw a very unfriendly face at the bar. Stella wasn’t going to avoid him though there was no fun in that. Stella walked up to the bar and more importantly up to James. She and James never really got along, mainly do to the whole band rivalry thing, she couldn’t remember what made the two bands hate each other with the passion that they did, but she knew she didn’t like him and he didn’t like her, it was just that simple. The second she stood ext to him she could smell the alcohol. "Aren’t you a little young to be drinking." she said with a bit of a laugh while flagging Jane down to oder something for herself.


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[James DeWolfe]

Currently in desperate need of a shower, James Spencer DeWolfe gladly accepted the hot water, as he stepped into the stream, allowing it to run across his shoulders and down his back. For a few moments he just stood there, savouring the moment, before washing, shampooing, rinsing and stepping out. James was never in there long enough, but he still smelt pretty damn good. Wrapping a towel around his waist; the guitarist moved into his bedroom, drying himself in the process. The clothes he had picked out earlier were laying across his bed, ready to be put on before leaving his apartment for some good old, fashioned fun down at Oasis.

Ten minutes, give or take several, James was finally dressed and ready to wreak some havoc in his favourite club. How he managed to get in there without id and get served without his id was a miracle, since he was still pretty underage for alcohol. Pulling at his blue hooded jacket, James searched his room for his fake id, because even though he could get in without it; it was always useful to have it on his person... just in case. Plus, it felt like security to him and he liked to be safer than sorry. Once he'd located it under a pile of books, the brown haired male picked up his keys, slipped on his blue Vans and slammed the apartment door on his way out.

Picking up his usual slow pace to Oasis, James almost ran there; he was in a rather impatient mood at the moment and wanted to get there as soon as possible. Having not had a drink for several days, his mouth was practically watering, not really wanting to wait for a drink. James wanted one and he wanted one now. However, he waited and it wasn't all that long until he reached his destination, another few minutes and he was inside, standing at the bar waiting for his order to get back to him. "Dude, where's my fucking beer." the male mumbled to himself as he waited.

Aren't you a little young to be drinking?

A female voice sounded, right next to him. James laughed heartily and grabbed his beer when it came to him. Shaking his head in dismay, the male continued to laugh; almost choking on his beer at the same time.

"Aha, very funny, Stellz." The nineteen year old laughed.

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[Stella Sullivan]

slow it down, make it stop
before my heart is going to pop
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S tella had known James for quite some time, and well they were most
definitely not the best of friends. She wouldn’t even go as far to say
that they were even friends. She knew the only reason he didn’t really
like her is because of the whole band rivalry, but Stella was the Lucky
one of the Because We Can girls, she always got the lighter harassment
then the others, since well her brother would get pissed if they treated
Stella like they treat Saint Leaf and Cici. But Stella did get a fair amount
of attitude from the guys of All Systems Are Go! And she did dish it out
pretty well too. Stella was very accustom to being teased and laughed at
by her brothers friends, and she did enjoy doing the same to them.


S he quickly scanned the boy standing beside her. Stella would be lying
if she said she didn’t think James was good looking, because it was obvious
that he was hot. She knew that he was aware of that to, and he often used it
to be rude at least to Stella and her friends he did. Normally she would
think that a guy like James was a womanizer of sorts, the type pf guy who goes
out just looking for a lay, but something in her gut said he wasn’t. She had
no clue as to why she would think that he wasn’t one, he had all the aspects
of one, he was cocky and had an attitude, plus the whole good looks play
a role as well. “Hey underage drinking is a serious problem in this country.
Do you know how many teenagers die because of drunk drivers, it’s a very
large number, so maybe you should just put the beer down.” Stella snickered
She knew that he knew she drank like a fish, if that made any sense at all.
Stella hated hypocrisy, but it was just to fun to mess with him.


S tella ordered rum and coke. She laughed at the fact Jane, who knew
she was under age gave it to her. Stella couldn’t really bite her tongue.
Before she knew it Stella was saying something that she probably shouldn’t.
“Shouldn’t you be buying glitter to put on my brother.”


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[James DeWolfe]

James looked Stella up and down as he took a sip of his drink. He could not deny that she was pretty damn good looking... actually, no. She was hot with a capital HOT and whilst he also knew that she was his best friend's brother, James couldn't help but wonder what she'd look like on his arm. Then again, the thought of seeing Jaxon's face when he confessed that he was going out with his sister was enough to put the nineteen year old off. For life. He knew that James had ever only really been with one girl, and was deeply upset when the love of his life had died.

Hey underage drinking is a serious problem in this country. Do you know how many teenagers die because of drunk drivers, it's a very large number, so maybe you should just put the beer down.

James laughed, loudly. He picked up his beer and took a long swig from it, before turning to her and looking her directly in the eye.

"Darling," he started, taking another swig of his beer. "you and I both know that we're more sensible than the average druken teenager; albeit slightly more hormonal and prone to random sex jokes that aren't funny, but more sensible in the long run. We both know when to stop, how to stop and given enough will power; how to stop completely." He smiled

"Besides, you drink like a fish and I'm no hypocrit, baby."

When Stella ordered her drink, James took out his wallet and handed the tender over with his money. "Plus, you, like myself, are also underage and in desperate need of a drink, so drink up and later I'll see about scoring you a dance with myself." James added a little wink to the last part and then raised his eyebrow when she mentioned the glitter, he chuckled sarcastically.

Shouldn't you be buying glitter to put on my brother.

"I already did, sweetheart, I already did."

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[Stella Sullivan]

slow it down, make it stop
before my heart is going to pop
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S tella couldn’t help but to smile while in the presence of James. He wasn’t the only
reason she was happy, in fact normally if he was around her mood dropped down,
but today was different. Stella was the type of person who was happy and she
enjoyed being happy. Though she wasn’t one of those freaky people that were happy
24/7, and acted like sun shine comes out of their ass. No Stella had bad days, and
her bad days were pretty bad, when she wanted to be the petite girl could get mean,
and she wasn’t above violence, even though normally she looked down upon solving
things by physical means.


N o Stella was more of a peace love and rock and roll girl.
She especially loved the love part. Stella wasn’t really a true believer in love it was just
to fishy for her taste, but she did believe in liking people and especially liking people for
one night. She often thought about how funny it would be if she hooked up with one of
her brother’s friends. She knew her friends would probably kill her, bring her back to life,
and then yell at her. And God her brother would definitely go ape shit on which ever poor
sucker it was. She knew it would never work though no matter who it was Stella just
wasn’t the girl who fell in love at the drop of a hat.


T he twenty year old girl laughed at what James had to say about their control when
it came to Alcohol. Stella knew she really had no control, she rarely went out drinking,
but on days like this when she did then well she got plastered. She liked getting drunk
enough that her memories start to go fuzzy, because on the rare nights she drinks, she
doesn’t really like remembering what happened. She knew the basic outline though.
Buy a drink or two, meet a guy, guys buys about four or five, she gets flirty and then
well you don’t need to be a genius to figure it out. "Sure, we have control, that’s a nice
thought.” She said with a very sarcastic tone.


”Ohh please, I don’t need a drink, I like to drink, and though I do get drunk when I
choose, that doesn’t make me an alcoholic. I am never desperate for anything,”
That was the James she knew cocky and arrogant. "Why would a gorgeous and
a smart girl like myself ever want a dance with the likes of you. Some day that head of
your’s is just going to explode due to its increasing inflation.” Stella knew that
dancing with James wouldn’t be as horrible as she just made it should, but she had a
reputation to uphold, though after about three more drinks she wasn’t sure if she would
stay away. "Ohh God Is he going blind me when I see him, because I swear
if I can’t see tomorrow I’ll get Saint to kill you, and you know as well as I do she would
be pleased to do it.”

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[James DeWolfe]

James had a satisfied smirk spread across his face as he finished talking about the control both himself and Stella had with the alcohol they consumed. He knew as well as she did that their control was subliminal and they talked shit about it. They could drink like a fish, or until the world runs out of alcohol before they'd admit that they have a problem; especially James. He definitely had no control and while he strived to maintain what little control he actually had, the brown haired boy couldn't deny that he had a problem, with drinking.

Sure, we have control, that's a nice thought. He smirked, again.

Ohh please, I don't need a drink, I like to drink, and though I do get drunk when I choose, that doesn't make me an alcoholic. I am never desperate for anything.

Raising his eyebrow at the beautiful brunette besides him, James shook his head gently and opened his mouth to speak. "Ahh, but I like to drink, I'm not desperate, but I do like to drink and I could drink until the cows come home - figuratively speaking, of course." Of course, he'd almost just practically admitted that he was an alcoholic, but oh-so cleverly.

Why would a gorgeous and a smart girl like myself ever want to dance with the likes of you. Some day that head of your's is just going to explode due to it's increasing inflation.

Snorting and almost spilling his drink down himself with laughter, James placed his drink down on the counter and rubbed his nose before turning to face Stella. "Okay, baby, I sure as hell can agree with you on the 'gorgeous' part, but not too sure on the 'smart girl', part. Because, if you were smart you would have left my side by now, since everyone knows our band's reputations with each other."

Raising his beer to his lips again, James took a long drink from it, set it down on the side and turned to Stella once again. "Face it Stellz, you like being around me." Sure it sounded cocky and arrogant, but James didn't care. For once.

Ohh God Is he going to blind me when I see him, because I swear if I can't see tomorrow I'll get Saint to kill you, and you know as well as I do she would be pleased to do it.

"Ooh, I'm scared." James smirked.

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[Stella Sullivan]

slow it down, make it stop
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Stella sometimes wondered if she had a problem. In her mind she didn’t but a part of her always felt as if she shouldn’t be drinking or that she should be in more control. But that was a very small part of her and she often silenced it. " “Yes we both are in complete control of our alcohol consumption. I can drink to that.” Stella said while raising her half empty glass. She took a large gulp finishing it off. Stella savored the flavor and enjoyed as the cold liquor trickled down her throat.


S tella sometimes wondered if she had a problem. In her mind she didn’t but a part of her always felt as if she shouldn’t be drinking or that she should be in more control. But that was a very small part of her and she often silenced it. " “Yes we both are in complete control of our alcohol consumption. I can drink to that.” Stella said while raising her half empty glass. She took a large gulp finishing it off. Stella savored the flavor and enjoyed as the cold liquor trickled down her throat.



She smirked when James called her gorgeous. It was a nice thing to hear. She never really heard it much. Even though Stella was confident and out going she was still insecure about her looks. And coming from James, a person who until right now Stella always thought hated her it was quite a compliment. " “Hmm well I guess I am having a lapse of judgment. I’ll blame it on the alcohol.” She said followed by a laugh she completely forgot that there was a song that had that, but after she said it she burst out laughing, and she even let out a few embarrassing snorts.



“Yeah sure I just love you so much James you have no idea how hard it is for me not to just jump you right here right now.” She said inn a n extremely sarcastic tone. " “When will you do us all a favor and just get over yourself.” Stella was being mean, even though she really had no reason to, but she knew that she couldn’t be nice, so mean really was her only option. " “You should be, I think she may already even have a plan, an evil and diabolic plan.” She said with a hard stare.

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[James DeWolfe]

He smiled at her as he put his wallet away, remembering that he'd gotten it out not five minutes ago to pay for her drink as well as his own. It surprised him slightly that his wallet hadn't been stolen by someone at the club, since he hadn't really been paying attention to where he'd put it and had been, for some time, unaware that it was on the bar and not in it's rightful place of his pocket.

Yes we both are in complete control of our alcohol consumption. I can drink to that. James laughed and raised his glass as Stella raised her own. He clinked his beer against her glass and then downed the rest of the bottle in three seconds flat. Stella had finished her drink too, that was the perfect opportunity for another round of drinks to be brought.

Hmm well I guess I am having a lapse of judgement. I'll blame it on the alcohol.

"Honey, you can blame as much of it as you like on the alcohol and I won't say a thing."
James laughed heartily with his head pointed in the other direction, searching for the bar person. He flagged the barman down in an instant and ordered two more drinks. "I'll have a rum and coke and a beer, please." He spoke confidently before turning to Stella whilst they waited for the drinks.

Yeah sure I just love you so much James you have no idea how hard it is for me not to just jump you right here and now.

Raising his eyebrow, the brown haired male bit back a hideous smirk, instead he laughed the comment off and brought his second beer to his lips. Having grown used to sarcastic tones and the likes, James simply ignored her sarcasm and ploughed on with his own devices, to some extent.

When will you do us all a favor and just get over yourself. Well, she was being mean, but that still didn't phase him. James simply shook his head and opened his mouth to speak. "Uhm, never, baby." he mused, gulping his beer.

You should be, I think she may already even had a plan, an evil and diabolic plan.

"Well, I don't doubt that very much at all." he laughed. "But for now, why don't you do us all a favor and shut up for several moments to enjoy the drink I've just brought you. Capiche?"

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[Stella Sullivan]

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Stella was surprised in the fact that’s she was actually enjoying the
company of the one and only James DeWolfe. Never in a million years did she think
that the two of them could have a civil conversation. Stella looked back to the dance
floor. Part of her wanted to leave, and just dance with some random guy who she
didn’t know, but then another part of wanted to stay. After all so far this conversation
was fairly decent.



Stella didn’t expect James to by her a drink, wondered if he had any clue
that she didn’t really have to buy drinks, since she worked at the bar she drank for
free. Stella made a slight wave to the current worker, she couldn’t remember his
name for her life, but she knew he liked her, since Jane told her that he had asked
for her number. Stella thought it was sweet, but she wasn’t one for co-worker
relationships, Stella wasn’t even into regular relationships for that matter.
“Thanks” she said while taking her drink



S he noticed that he wasn’t phased by her sarcasm, she
didn’t really expect him to react in anyway.After all when you are
surrounded by people who speak sarcasm more often than English, then
it often doesn’t stir up a huge reaction. Stella simply rolled her eyes when he
said that he’d never change though she expected that, what she was annoyed
with was him calling her baby. Befroe she could properly respond with a
snarky comment he told her to shut up and enjoy her drink. Stella really really
hated being told what to do. She wondered if James knew that, chances are he did.



S tella was experiencing one of those outer body experinces. She
felt like she was just watching the moment as if it were a TV sitcom or something.
Though what she did to James wasn’t something that you would see on an old re-run
of Full House. She grabbed the practically full glass raised it above his head and
dumped the liquor on him then she slapped him in the face. Stella just couldn’t
stop. "Never tell me what to do, and by the way I drink for free here.”
With that Stella stormed off towards the dance floor, glad to be away from him
at the moment.


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[James DeWolfe]

To be honest, James had quite forgotten the part where Stella got free drinks, since she worked at Oasis; not that he cared about spending his money on buying her drinks. Afterall, he was trying to get her drunk.. well, no he wasn't really, but that sounded good in his head. Taking his drink and gulping half the contents down his throat, James put his wallet back into his pocket, this time, instead of leaving it on the side and leaned against the counter, looking at Stella.

He nodded when she thanked him and leaned more into the counter, beer bottle in hand. To an outsider who didn't know that these two were actually supposed to be sworn enemies, it probably looked as though James was checking Stella out. But that was absurd, was it not? Well, not really, and James actually was checking her out, but in the back of his mind he could hear Jaxon's voice telling him to lay off; she was his best friend's sister... it was weid.

James didn't care about all of that though. Stella was gorgeous, beautiful even and he couldn't help but see a little of Daphne in her, it sounded weird, but there was so many personality traits of hers that made him remind of his deceased girlfriend and he didn't know why that was. There was just something about her that he liked. Admired even, heck he thought she was beautiful for Christ's sake. There was something there, defintely. Like a spark or something... could it be possible that he actually had a crush on her? She wasn't exactly like the other girls of Because We Can, she was pretty much... er, slightly nicer. Much nicer than Saint, that was for certain.

It was just absurd for him to be feeling this way. He tried to collect his thoughts, pushing his head down to the ground, looking at his feet after he'd told her to shut up. Which, as you all know, wasn't such a good idea. The next thing James knew, his head was wet and there was liquor in his eyes; it stung, but what stung more was the slap to his face. James looked up in shock to see Stella's retreating back. For several moments he just stood there in total shock. She needed to calm down and he needed to calm down before something else happened.

"Stella!" He started moving, diving through the crowds of people to get to where she was - the dancefloor. "Stella, come on. Don't be like this." At the moment he cared not that they were making a scene, he just wanted her company and he didn't know why. "Please, Stellz?" Reaching out, James grabbed her hand and turned her around so that he could look at her face to face. "Look, I know I'm a jerk, okay? But please, just... don't go yet."

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[Stella Sullivan]

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Stella wondered if the people around the bar
knew that her and James weren’t really even friends, and
that they were more of enemies. It seemed that right
now the two of them were either friends or something
more. Stella couldn’t even believe that possibility. After
all they didn’t have anything very pleasant in their past.
Not to mention that her brother would kill him, and then
yell at her. Though the thought of annoying her brother
normally made Stella smile, she wasn’t sure if dating
James would be a good idea, after all he was an arrogant
obnoxious jerk, but tonight he seemed to be better than before.


The music played, it was loud, but not over
bearing, though some people must have thought so since
they were practically yelling to people who were a mere three
feet away from them. Stella never really understood why
people screamed, it was just one of the things she hated.
Yelling at someone just seemed so barbaric and rude. She
tapped her fingers to the music on the bar, during the slightly
awkward silence.


Stella was proud of herself, she knew if her
friends were here they would be happy for her too. She
wasn’t going to take be talked to like a child, and she
would be damned if she let James treat her like that. She
had too much self respect for that. At least that is what she
kept telling herself while she walked towards the massive
crowds of people on the dance floor. For some reason
she felt a small tinge of guilt, she wondered if she took it
too far, by slapping him, or maybe pouring the drink, she
could have just walked away, with out all the violence.


Stella was actually headed towards the
door, she need fresh and cool air to help he cool off
from what just happened. Before she could even
reason the door she heard her name being called from
an oh to familiar voice. She has no clue why but for
some reason she stopped dead in her tracks when she
heard his voice. She didn’t know what to say and before
she knew it he had her by the hand, and he was apologizing.
That was something she had never really expected him to do.


She looked at him he seemed sincere
but she was just too angry at the moment. "Why
the hell should I James really, give me a god damn reason,
cause I can’t really think of one. " She said in a slightly
louder voice. She could careless about how people were
watching as if it was some sort of televised fight.



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[James DeWolfe]

To be perfectly honest, James wasn't all that sure as to why he had actually followed Stella on to the dance floor and why he wanted her to stop and beg for her forgiveness. The two of them were supposed to be sworn enemies and here he was, trying to ask for her forgiveness on some petty little arguement that had landed him all wet and sticky. He'd taken a couple of minutes to get over what she'd done to him before running off after her, not caring about everyone looking at him.

Before too long he had her by the hand and made her face him. His face was sincere and he really wanted her to listen, just wishing that they could go one night/day without argueing and/fighting. Stella looked at him and he could see in her eyes that she was still angry with him from his comment about telling her to shut up and drink her drink.

Why the hell should I James really, give me a god damn reason, cause I can't really think of one. Her voice was loud and some people turned to stare at the pair of them. James shook his head and lowered his gaze down to the floor.

"Because I'm a jerk who deserved the slap and the drink over his head." he admitted, lowering his head a little more, but not letting go of her hand. "But also because I feel, like... well, I don't know. I feel like I want to get to know you better, a lot better." Okay, he probably sounded like a sex fiend, but that wasn't what he wanted to sound like. "What I mean is..." he stopped.

Taking a breath, James looked up from the floor and directly into Stella's eyes. "Stellz, I know that it's probably not even humanely possible for either of us to like each other and to actually get on with each other - at least not with our band's rivalry, but for some reason I see you differently... a lot differently and I've come to realise that I like you, Stella. I like you a lot and I know that you're Jaxon's sister and he's my best friend, but I don't care. Really, I don't." He took another breather and placed his other hand over their hands.

Not really knowing what else to say, James just shook his head, dropped her hand and pushed past everyone, mumbling a 'sorry, Stella' as he pushed open the door and stepped out into the cool night air.

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Stella really had no clue why James would follow her. Since she did just slap him and dump a full glass of alcohol, all over him. She expected him to be equally pissed at her, but not looking to apologize. He did piss her off, but she took the whole thing to another level, by physically hurting him and not to mention the giant ego bruise he probably currently had. When she felt his hand grab hers she turned to meet James’s face.

With her face boaring into his, Stella saw that his eyes didn’t hold anger, like hers currently did, but that his eyes seemed sad. Stella wouldn’t let his simple sadden demeanor break her, like it would with anyone else, she hated the feeling that was growing in the pit of her stomach, guilt, she was starting to feel bad, but she wouldn’t let herself just cave in.

As James spoke Stella started to feel the small bit of guilt grow and grow until it took over. She figured all of the people who were too rude to mind their own business thought that the two of them were dating and that this was a simple lovers quarrel, of course that is what it even seemed like to her at the moment. Stella listened with out interrupting to James ramble.

S he was so taken aback to what he had said, she never expected him to say that, she really didn’t ever think that the two of them would ever, ever be more than enemies, but once he spoke those words it all seemed to fit like two puzzle pieces. She was still in that shocked state she just caught a small glimpse of James leaving the club. Before she knew it some noisy girl was telling her to go after him, and well though normally Stella would do the exact opposite, she actually agreed with her. Stella was going to go after James DeWolfe, a member of All Systems Are Go! A boy she shouldn’t be with, but for some reason Stella was starting to find it hard to fight the growing feelings inside.

She practically ran out the door off the crowed club. She scanned the area trying to find James. When she did she walked up behind him. “Why in the world do you have to make this so hard? Honestly I was in there perfectly fine being mad at you and then you go and say that, which just makes me think and feel so many different things.” She said “I guess I just wanted to tell you I’d like to get to know you a lot better too James, cause I’m pretty sure I like you too.” She confessed about the feelings she knew she was covering with hatred.

notes • Aww James is soo adorable xD
status • complete
word count •laziness is a disease
lyrics • the show by lenka
credit • AMANDA IN WONDERLAND !? @ caution
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[James DeWolfe]

This was wrong, completely wrong. They shouldn't feel like this with each other, not since their bands were sworn enemies and Saint Michaels; Stella's friend, wanted to kill him almost every day of the week. Or, every minute of the day. He knew that if he didn't get the feelings off of his chest then there was the possibility that he may do something incredibly stupid and then Stella probably wouldn't even talk to him at all, ever. Then Saint would definately kill him and he'd be gone, with nothing left but the emptiness inside his head and heart.

After speaking, he left her company and kept his head down low as he shuffled over to the door and left the club. His head was a whirlwind of emotions and he mumbled softly to himself, over and over. "Stupid fucker." He repeated this several times to himself before he had a chance to realise that Stella had actually followed him out of the club. It wasn't something that he'd exected her to do; in fact he'd half expected her to go about her partying in the club so that he could go home and clear his head - it felt weird to feel this way about an enemy.

Why in the world do you have to make this so had? Honestly I was in there perfectly fine being mad at you and then you go and say that, which just makes me think and feel so many different things.

James jumped, he hadn't expected Stella to actually do that. Not at all. He stopped dead in his tracks and looked up to the sky, watching the stars for several moments as she continued to speak.

I guess I just wanted to tell you I'd like to get to know you a lot better too James, cause I'm pretty sure I like you too.

He took several more moments of watching the stars and letting her words sink into his mind - she liked him too? The guitarist gently pulled his lower lip with his teeth and chewed on it lightly. His hand came up to his head and messed with the front of his hair, then he slowly began to turn around and started walking over to where Stella had stopped.

He didn't stop walking until he was right up close to her, then he took her hand in his own once again and bent down slightly, pressing his lips against her own softly.

There was no need to speak now, he thought.

wordcount: noidea
tag: stella!
outfit: here!
notes: d'aw, they're so cute!

[Stella Sullivan]

slow it down, make it stop
before my heart is going to pop
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Everything Stella once thought just seemed to fly out the
window. She never thought anything like this would ever
happen. Her and James, it felt so right to her right now,
yet it seemed so wrong at the same time. She was so confused
about everything right now, but at the same time she knew
exactly what she wanted to do. Stella wanted to find James
and tell him that she felt the same about him. She knew that
her friends would be pissed if they found out, and what her
brother would do was beyond Stella’s knowledge, but she didn’t
care about them right now Stella only had one person on her mind
right now, and she wasn’t going to let him slip away.

Stella stood in the silence just waiting for James to respond to
what she just said. She saw him get up and look up at the sky.
The silence between them was a bit awkward, but she was okay
with it, she took her time to soak in what he had said and now he
was taking in hers.

Watching him move forwards Stella started to feel butterflies in her
stomach. Something that she hadn’t felt since she was in high school.
She felt James’s lips on her own. It was like the cheesy end of some
teen age movie . But Stella wouldn’t have changed it for the world, it
was like everything in the world froze and they were the only two people
in the world. She wrapped her arms around his neck never wanting to let
go. She simply deepen the kiss.

outfit • H E R E
status • complete
word count •laziness is a disease
lyrics • the show by lenka
credit • AMANDA IN WONDERLAND !? @ caution
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