Fueling the Flames [James]

[James DeWolfe]

What would his friends and her friends think about the two of them dating? Weren't they supposed to be enemies? Sworn enemies? James didn't think of them as enemies now; they were currently just staring at each other after having a deep felt conversation with one another. It actually was a tear jerking moment between the two of them and he wasn't so sure that he wanted this moment to end; at least not yet. He smiled faintly, before turning around to face her and walking slowly... deliberately slowly, over to where she was standing.

His lips pressed against hers as he took her hand in his own, the corners of his mouth twitched upwards into a faint smile as she wrapped her arms around his neck and deepened the kiss. Letting her hand go, James wrapped his own arms around her waist and pulled her closer to his body, leaning down for a better angle. He didn't want the kiss to end, not ever. But they both needed to breathe and whilst he wasn't willing to let go, he actually did need to take a breathe before he keeled over from lack of breath.

Eventually, James pulled back from the kiss, but kept his hands around her waist; on the small of her back. He looked down in her brown eyes and smiled faintly - eyes twinkling as he studied Stella's face; her eyes and their sparkles, her lips and her flawless skin.

Letting out a short chuckle, James shook his head gently and exhaled loudly before looking down to the floor and leaning close to her face, his mouth just inches from her ear. He began to whisper, softly.

"What I meant to say was that I think I love you, Stellz."

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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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T he moment Stella looked at James outside, she knew that the two of them could never be enemies. She wondered if they ever really were. Sure she was a bitch to him and he even admitted that he was a jerk, but the emotions that she was feeling about him right now, didn’t just pop out of thin air. They simply couldn’t have, because they were much to strong to have just began. Now in this simple moment everything was changing, for Stella and James, nothing could really go back to the way they were before, and Stella would never let the feelings between her and him go, because in the back of her mind and the pit of her stomach, Stella knew that she could be happy with James. And that with out him she would be miserable.

Stella would hopefully always remember the kiss between her and James, because it was probably the most romantic and best kiss she had ever had. She felt his hand gently take her own as well as the smile he formed in the middle of their kiss. It was the kind of moment that Stella never wanted to end, but of course all good things come to an end and she could tell that the two of them both needed a fresh breathe. But Stella knew she wouldn’t be the one to pull away.

Before she knew it James had pulled away though she was slightly glad to catch her breathe as well. She looked at him, the boy she used to hate, the guy that not even ten minutes ago she dumped a drink on as well as slapped. Now she was standing outside kissing him and feeling as if nothing in the world could be better than this. His eyes looked so sincere and Stella couldn’t help but to melt when she just stared into them. She could smell the fain reminder of her drink on his skin, she smiled like an idiot not knowing what else to do.

Stella felt his breathe touch her sensitive skin near her ear as he began to whisper. She made a small girlish giggle because it tickled when he spoke. “Well James I have now clue how but I am pretty sure I love you too.” She whispered back to him then looked into his eyes. She saw the amazing guys that she some how missed out on. She was mentally hitting herself for not seeing him for who he was earlier.


notes • aww I just love James
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lyrics • the show by lenka
credit • AMANDA IN WONDERLAND !? @ caution
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[James DeWolfe]

To take a breath felt wonderful, but not nearly as wonderful as the kiss he'd share with Stella. It felt like the very first time he'd kissed Daphne, only more magical and this time he wasn't drunk - and he'd know if he was drunk. Stella made him smile, a lot. There was simply nothing that she could do to him now that would ever change his mind about loving her, or her ways. It was as though a great weight had been lifted from his shoulders after confessing his love for her and it felt good.

When he broke the kiss so that they could both breath, James looked down at Stella, into her eyes and watched the sparkle grow bigger and bigger as she smiled like an idiot at him. Well, he could care less if she looked like an idiot, because at the moment he thought that she looked just perfect. Nothing in the universe could change his feelings for her now; not even the previous thoughts of Saint wanting to murder him.

Truth be told, James was actually a secret romantic at heart. There was never anything that he wouldn't do for a person he love. Whatever whimsical wish/desire his love had, he would fulfil it. He'd protect his love from whatever and whereever possible and make sure that no foul play occurs around her. He'd love her until the end of the earth and more. Stella, too James, was now his shining star, a beacon of love and at the very most; an extraordinarily beautiful girl.

Leaning down to whisper in her ear, he couldn't help but notice her giggle and, finding it cute, grinned slightly.

Well James I have no clue how but I am pretty sure I love you too.

If anyone had actually cared to take the time to get to know James and see his true colors, they would discover that there's more to him than just this 'asshole' - as Stella would now find out for herself.

Grinning like a fool, James whispered in her ear once more. "So... how about that dance, out here... in the moonlight?" Reaching down to grasp her hand for the third time in the night.

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notes: i wanna mini james!

[Stella Sullivan]

slow it down, make it stop
before my heart is going to pop
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None of the kisses Stella could remember having were not even filled with have of the passion and love that the one that she had just shared with James. It was by far the best kiss she had ever had. Even the past guys whom she had loved and never really hated, couldn’t ever kiss her the way that he just did. They weren’t even really making out it was just a simple kiss on the lips, yet it was nothing short of amazing. All of the cliché things went off in her head, bells whistles and the ever so wondrous fireworks.

Stella couldn’t help but stare at James she never really noticed how handsome he was. Yes she always sort of thought that he was hot, but never really handsome. But in the moonlight she couldn’t help but see how his brown hair framed his face perfectly, and how his eyes were just so deep. Wondering how she could have ever overlooked his now obvious dashing good looks.

This moment seemed like the Cinderella moment that every girl dreamed about; of course it wasn’t a complete rip off of the classic fairy tale, but it was definitely similar to it. Now she simply felt James skin touch her own as he asked her to dance. It was quite the romantic gesture, of course now Stella knew that James wasn’t the asshole that she previously assumed he as, but a sweet, kind, caring, romantic. And she couldn’t be happier that he was hers, well she thought he was after all both of them had just admitted the rather strong feelings for each other.

She let him take her hand “I would love too.”She said softly. She let him lead he in a sweet and slow dance. She rested her head on his broad shoulders, in haling his scent, and loving every second of it. She tilted her head up and looked at him and the stars up in the sky. She looked back at James; just thinking about how adorable he was she lifted her head off his shoulder and gave him a simple peck on the cheek. Her lips felt the slight roughness of growing facial hair, and she tasted the remnants of her drink. “Yum you taste pretty good.” She whispered into his ear.

notes • haha me too
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lyrics • the show by lenka
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[James DeWolfe]

He took her hand for the third time in the night and smiled down at Stella in all her beautiful glory, before pulling her closer to his body and protecting her back with his other hand; resting on the small of her back. His hand still holding hers, came up as he interlaced his fingers with hers and gently rested it against her shoulder, taking care to not hurt her. Her head came to a rest on his shoulders and he lowered his head slightly so that it was resting on hers, softly. It was the perfect night and after the fight with her, he was a little exhausted, but also exhilerated at the same time. It felt kind of weird to feel this way, but at the moment he really wouldn't have it any other way.

James smiled faintly; his eyes twinkling as she looked up at his face and then to the stars in the sky. He loved how the stars seemed to reflect and twinkle in her eyes, making them more sparkly and twinkly as he looked deep into them; actually picturing her eyes as stars. She was so adorable and his heart simply melted from her adoreableness when she placed a peck on his cheek. It was so simply, yet to James it meant so much.

Yum you taste pretty good.

She whispered this in his ear and James let out a breathy chuckle, tilting his head backwards slightly as he did so. "That would be the rum and coke talking, sweetheart." he mumbled back, into her ear as he slowly began to dance in the moonlight with her. "If you like we could go back inside, or we could stay out here; where it's much more atmospheric and pleasant - not to mention romantic and beautiful."

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notes: haha, it would be so cool to get one!

[Stella Sullivan]

slow it down, make it stop
before my heart is going to pop
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She felt his fingers interlace with in her own, it seemed as if they were meant to go there as if no other hand could really fit. She loved how soft and gentle James was being with her as if she was made of glass or Porcelain, she felt so safe and warm in his arms, as if nothing bad could ever really happed to her while she was there. And she was sure nothing ever would. She felt his head rest upon her own. Everything just seemed so magical tonight. As if she was living in some crazy sort of fantasy she wouldn’t give up this crazy fantasy for the world.

This was not how Stella ever really planned to spend her night. And it was definitely far from what she had expected to happen after dumping a drink on somebody. She smiled to herself thinking that she should have dumped a drink on James ages ago. Even the small little peck that she placed on James’s cheek, which would be so insignificant with any other boy just seemed to be incredible with him. There in the moonlight with James every thing just seemed to good to be true. It was as if this was all but a dream and Stella would have to wake up from it eventually, but it was real. In her gut she knew that this was all real. In fact it was probably the realest thing that she had ever felt.


She let out a small stifled laughter when he said it was just the rum and coke. No Stella knew that it wasn’t just that, it was him. He was far beyond the sweetest thing she had ever tasted. “Nope, I am fairly sure, that it isn’t the rum and coke.” She spoke softly. They didn’t really need to speak at their regular volumes, they were close enough that even the softest whisper was easily heard. “hmm” She said stalling from the answer that she was sure he already knew. “I think we can stay out here, after all I really don’t feel like sharing you.” She didn’t want to share, chances are she’d be upset when ever she wasn’t with him, she had no clue why, but she could just feel that with out him her life would crumble.

notes • yes it would be beyond awesome
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word count •laziness is a disease
lyrics • the show by lenka
credit • AMANDA IN WONDERLAND !? @ caution
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[James DeWolfe]

The night was perfect, they couldn't have picked a better night to share their inner, most darkest and secret secrets with each other about their feelings for one another. It truly was magical and magnificent, James was simply loving the way his head was buzzing with all these wonderful thoughts about everything that had come to be on this very special night. He was holding a beautiful woman in his arms, they were dancing in the moonlight and it wasn't raining, at least not yet.

Stella laughed at his comment about the rum and coke, he shook his head and exhaled through his nose - it sort of sounded like laughter, but it wasn't really. Well, maybe it was a little, when you thought about it carefully.

Nope, I am fairly sure, that it isn't the rum and coke.

Their voices had shrunk into whispers. From being so loud and shouting at each other in the club; with anger in their voices and fury in their eyes, to being so quiet and whispering at each other out here, in the moonlight; with the stars in their eyes. There was no need for shouting now; not whilst they were standing so close together. It would be pointless, unless they were argueing.

Hmm. James knew what the answer was going to be; she wasn't going to want to share him now and he wouldn't want to be shared. He was now the official property of Stella and no amount of pleading and begging and stealing of him would ever be enough to change hands of his person.

I think we can stay out here, after all I really don't feel like sharing you.

"I shall have to get out that glittery stamp of approval that dictates that I am, now, the official property of Stella Sullivan. That way Jaxon won't lay claim to the evidence that I am his property, or something along those lines." He mumbled, sure it didn't make much sense... but when did anything ever really make sense after heartfelt confessions and butterflies in the stomach?

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notes: haha!

[Stella Sullivan]

slow it down, make it stop
before my heart is going to pop
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Stella couldn’t dream up a more perfect night than this. She was with an incredible guy, who made her heart skip multiple beats, and caused her stomach to be filled with butterflies. At that moment she knew that she could never ever love another person in this world more than she did James. He was just perfection for her. And she knew, at least she hoped, and she was perfect for him too.

Dancing in the moonlight with James was definitely the most romantic and wonderful experience Stella ever had. After all of the horrible things they had said or even possibly heard about one another they were still able to just be there and love one another with a crazy passion that Stella found hard to describe in word. It was like a fiery explosion, but it was also like calming waves of the ocean. It was really just magical, pure magic, even Harry potter couldn’t come up with magic like the kind Stella and James had with one another.

Stella happily sighed to James awkward mumble about a glittery stamp saying that he was hers and no one else could ever lay claim on him. Especially her twin, Jaxon, soon all of the people whom she had pushed out of her mind flooded back in. What would hr friends think, about this, after all they were sort of her family, and speaking of family her brother, probably wouldn’t be too pleased with his sister and best friend together. Maybe they would just all be happy for Stella and James, but Stella knew that was just wishful thinking.

She wasn’t going to let those people bring her down though, not now at least. She put on a small yet noticeable smile “I like the sound of that.” She said replying to his idea about the stamp. Of course it would have to be a metaphoric stamp, at least for now.

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lyrics • the show by lenka
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[James DeWolfe]

He'd never done this before; not even with Daphne. Dancing in the moonlight was a whole new concept to him and whilst he knew how to dance, he just didn't really know where to start. There was no music as of such; albeit the occasional 'too loud' instrumental which was off beat and had no real music inside of it. Not really optimistical, romantic music fit for their current situation, James would assume. Though he could try to get back into the club and demand that they play slower, more romantic music, but then that would mean having to leave Stella and goodness knows what kind of trouble she could get herself into, on her own; out her, in the dark street, right?

Besides; he was pretty much content where he was, at the moment, and no amount of strange, horrible, trashy music could change his views on the world right about now. This was pure magic and not the fictional kind, either. Pfft; that stuff was for babies. This was no Harry Potter, or Lord of the Rings - it wasn't even Spiderman, Batman or even Superman; this was love. Pure, unaltered love. It came straight from the heart and was unfiltered by many movie director's stupid requests. It was the kind of stuff that didn't really exist in the real world.. especially to those that didn't go looking for it, or people that did go looking for it. The simple fact of the matter is that James and Stella had found it and they were, effectively, going to progress it and build it up. He loved Stella.

And, as was evident from the fact that she did not slap him when he kissed her, Stella loved him back. The most important part of this was that Stella was happy with him and for him to love her as much she loved him. As long as she was happy... James was content. Of course he did really want the big, glittery stamp of approval to show that he belonged, solely, to Stella, but that could easily be arranged. Possibly. The only problem he had was with her friends and how they would react as soon as they found out the truth that she was dating one of the boys from All Systems Are Go! I mean, they're supposedly sworn enemies, but they'd just kissed and declared love for each other.

I like the sound of that. He loved her dearly, of course. James smiled down at her and then looked up at the stars. It was a wonderful night for dancing. They were alone and nothing could come along and destroy their moment because, tecnically speaking, they'd have their moments and were just, now, relishing in the fact that they'd finally had their moment. "I like the sound of it too, but I like the sound of dancing in the moonlight, more though." James grinned lopsidedly at Stella as he led her into a slow twirl.

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[Stella Sullivan]

slow it down, make it stop
before my heart is going to pop
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Romance. Stella never really experienced anything like it until now. She had read about it in books and saw it in movies, but never truly experience it. In fact about twenty minutes ago she was dead set that such a silly idea could possibly exist. Even looking back to her most serious relationship there was no romance, at all. There was a bunch of awkward moments and false ‘I love yous’. Now she knew she never loved him, compared to what she felt for James at this very moment, it would be a long shot to even say she liked him But now she believed in romance and a whole bunch of other things that she had previously assumed didn’t exist, just because of James.

The top of them danced, to music that really didn’t fit the mood properly, actually it didn’t fit at all. Stella wouldn’t let that ruin this moment though, no she had different music, the perfect music playing through her head as she looked at James. It was crazy how fast she fell for him, after all Stella always told herself, and everyone else, she would never be the girl who fell in love the second she saw somebody. She couldn’t really explain how or why she fell for him, it just seemed to perfect to fight off. Plus Stella had never known any other guy who could make her heart skip multiple beats, and instantly cause a sensation of butterflies in her stomach like he did.

Stella relished the moment, as if it were her last, though she knew it wouldn’t be. She figured now she and James would never really be able to stay away from one another. And if that meant lying and sneaking around behind their closest friends backs, well then so be it. Stella was not going to let some silly little band thing, that no one even remembers why it started, take James away. She just wouldn’t he was hers, and she was his. And right now she only cared what he thought, and that he was happy. She twirled not really expecting that sort of thing to happen, she never really knew that James could dance. His lopsided smile made Stella melt as they continued to move under the stars.

So many thoughts about her and James ran through Stella’s head as they danced. Where do they go from here, it wasn’t like they were going to hop in a car and drive down to Las Vegas have a quick little wedding and never see their friends again, she didn’t want that and she knew he didn’t either. It was all so complex and confusing, but when it just came down to the facts it was so simple. She loved him and he loved her, they would make it work. She looked into his brown eyes and said “I’m sorry I hit you and well dump my drink on you, and basically everything cruel and rude I have done to you in the past.” She needed to get that of her chest, after all she still felt guilty about it even now.

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

He couldn't really dance, never had the time to stop and learn.. well, he never really wanted to learn to be honest. But, since spending this much time with Stella without a fight and wanting to dance with her in the moonlight; it was like the dance moves just came to him, naturally. There was something about this overly perfect moment that just seemed so real and flowing to him. The dance moves were something he'd seen in a really old movie - one that Jaxon had made him watch a few months ago. Though it all felt so right, James still could not help but wonder if there was other stuff that would come between them, for example; their bands and friends. Everyone hated each others guts and he wasn't so sure that his friends would approve of his choice of girlfriend.

He knew for definite that Saint would be the first to put him six feet under the stars if he so much as made one hair on Stella's head go out of place. It was a thought that he'd really rather not think about in this moment. Pushing friends and enemies to the back of his mind, James turned his attention back to Stella and focused it all on her, grinning lopsidedly and leading her into a twirl. It was amazing how he could just go with the flow now. Dancing had never really been one his strong points, but it was now. He watched her dancing with her, looking at her face and studying the way her eyes seemed to be twinkling a lot more brightly than they had been earlier; having never really noticed just how beautiful she was before.

The thought of going to Las Vegas actually did cross his mind once, but he pushed it away and thought of it as 'highly inappropriate for the moment'. What would everyone think if they did that? No, he didn't want to get into trouble and they were both still very young... Stella slightly older than he was, not that age mattered to be honest. What was age, if nothing but a number that could be counted? It didn't really matter very much to him. What mattered more was Stella and that he would now care for her in the same way he cared for Daphne; though he'd defintely be more wary of her actions and never let anything happen to Stella. He smiled. One person he'd be able to save.

Stella looked into his brown eyes. I'm sorry I hit you and well dump my drink on you, and basically everything cruel and rude I have done to you in the past. James nodded; he had actually forgotten about everything rude and inappropriate that they'd shared in the past. If only for the moment. Biting down on his lower lip, James nodded slowly, again and opened his mouth to speak, gulping slightly before he did so. "There's no need to be sorry, love." he mumbled, lowering his head so that it was resting on top of hers, once again. "It's understandable that you used to hate me; I mean, I was an asshole... still am an asshole, but that's no reason for you to apologise to me, I should be the one apologising to you." James spoke clearly, but his voice was slightly muffled by Stella's hair as they continued to dance.

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[Stella Sullivan]

slow it down, make it stop
before my heart is going to pop
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Stella wasn’t really a dancer, she lacked quite a bit of coordination. She was the person who was always falling down or tripping over her own two feet. She had probably broken her arm about ten times in only twenty years of living. She was actually surprised in how she hadn’t stomped on James’s feet or tripped over her own by now. It was as if they were dancing of air or something cheesy like that. Maybe it was thanks to James or maybe she was just living in the moment so her lack of motor skills didn’t really affect her right now. She knew that her and James were in for a rough time when it came to the people closest to them, but she didn’t want to think about that right now.


Her friends were basically her family and Stella knew how they really disliked, no they really hated James, and the same thing went for his friends and her. She knew they wouldn’t really approve of who she choose to love. But at the moment none of that was really important not to her, not now. She just wanted to be with James, and that’s what she wanted to do. She just loved how close she felt to James how nothing seemed to be able to rain on their parade. At least she hoped nothing would.

She had actually completely forgotten that there was a slight age difference between her and James. He was only a year younger, so it wasn’t anything to great. She had never really thought of age as something that seriously played a roll. Though James was the first younger guy she had ever dated. Normally she dated or rather mingled with older men, not like fifty year olds, but guys around twenty five. She couldn’t help but smile in the presence of James, he was just one of the things in life, that made her smile with out really trying.

She didn’t say sorry because she wanted him to apologize to her, or because she thought it was the right thing to do. No she apologized because she felt bad, she hated the feeling of guilt that was still lurking in her gut. His voice was soft, and muffled by her hair, but Stella heard James perfectly. “Well you may be an asshole, still, but you are my asshole, which puts you slightly above the rest.” She smiled, she just loved saying he was hers, it just made her feel warm and fuzzy inside. They continued to dance in night, Stella was still wearing only shorts and a tank top, so when a slightly cold breeze came by she let out a simple shiver, against James body, she was warm on the inside, but her she was slowly becoming cold, as winds seemed to pick up.

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[James DeWolfe]

Never before, in the history of nineteen years of James DeWolfe, had the boy apologised to anyone. Not even once; not even his ex girlfriend. He just hadn't been able to voice his apologies to anyone because of the way he was brought up and the way he was towards lots of people. He couldn't really help who he was, and he didn't really want to help who he was. What he was, was, in effect, who he was. Nothing more than an egotistical bastard with an eye for extreme asshole quips. So, naturally; it actually took a great deal of effort for James to apologise to Stella for everything that he'd wronged in the past, towards her. Though it actually felt good to apologise, James still was wary of the fact that he was an asshole and was now confused about certain things.

He knew that there was a chance he'd end up saying, or doing, something incredibly stupid and hurting the second person whom had chosen to love him; something he did not want to do. Ever. So, he'd apologised and it felt good. Like a huge weight had been lifted from his chest and dropped over the Red Sea, or somewhere more farther away from where they were. He felt, now, as though Stella was the only person who mattered to him and if he hurt her then there would definitely be hell to pay - the perks of having a girlfriend who was best friends with Saint Micheals, eh? Not to mention the shit he'd get from Jaxon - Stella's twin brother, and James' best friend - if he hurt Stella.

Well you may be an asshole, still, but you are my asshole, which puts you slightly above the rest. James chuckled; the sound almost muffled by her hair as she spoke. "Only 'slightly'?" he asked, a hint of amusement in his voice as he lifted his head from on top of hers and tilted it down slightly to look at her. "But at least I am your asshole." He smiled warmly at her and just stared for several moments, taking everything in. A sudden cool breeze blew through the night and James felt Stella shiver against his body, he, however, felt nothing because he was wearing a jacket with his jeans and t-shirt. Plus, his body was heated with the love from Stella, as cheesey as it sounded, James didn't really care. "Here, Stellz..."

James stepped away from her slightly, undoing his jacket and slipping out of it before draping it across Stella's shoulders and pulling her closer, back to him. "This should keep you warm, unless you wanted to go back inside?" he asked, wrapping his arms back around her; gently rubbing his hand up and down her arm. "Orr, we could go back to my place and sit by the fire." he offered, voice slightly wary... for some reason. "Which ever you want to do; I'll be here." James put his head back down on top of hers and whispered. "Promise." and he meant it, even though he never really made promises all that often. Not ones he stuck too, anyway.

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notes: :] !

[Stella Sullivan]

slow it down, make it stop
before my heart is going to pop
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The air outside of Oasis, seemed so different tonight. It had change through out it, after all two enemies became lovers, and two stubborn people just apologized, it was quite an event. Stella was just beaming of pure unaltered happiness. She couldn’t remember the last time that she was this happy, she sure that nothing in this world could ever make her this happy again. She new it was a rarity for James to apologize, but he did it for her. She couldn’t even describe how amazing that felt, she just loved how he was willing to do anything for, no one else has ever gone to such leaps and bounds all in the hopes of making her happy , which is exactly what it did. It was those kinds of simple gestures that let Stella know that he was serious, that this wasn’t all just some amazingly orchestrated prank.

The thought of getting hurt, or hurting James never really crossed Stella’s mind. She couldn’t possibly bare the guilt if she ever did anything to him. She just wouldn’t be able to live with herself, just because she would hate herself for hurting him. She heard his chuckle through her hair. “Well I guess it is a bit more then slightly.” She said in a sweet little voice. She let out a small and soft giggle. Truth be told, Stella loved the fact that he was an ass, she loved his little quick quips and smart remarks, even before tonight, she just never told anyone that before. But there was also the sweetheart, the guy that she would be able to take to her family, the one who opened the door for her. He was the best of both and Stella loved that.

Stella never expected for James to give her his hoodie, it was just a sweet gesture that she simply adored . “Thanks” she said while snuggling her head into his neck. She was warm, but it was still a bit chilly for her taste, and she was fairly sure that her legs had goose bumps all over, though a great deal of them were not caused by the chilling night air.. She had to think about it, she knew that she didn’t want to go back into Oasis, but did she want to stay out or go back to his place. She thought about what would happen if they went back to his place. It wasn’t anything bad in her opinion, but was it moving to fast? Were they both moving way too fast with on another? Stella didn’t think so; she hoped that James didn’t think so either.

S he sensed the smallest bit of wariness in his voice when he suggested going back to his place. Stella didn’t want to make him uncomfortable, but she wasn’t sure how long she would be able to last as the night got colder and colder b y the minute. “Well, if you don’t mid can we go back to your place?” She said softly, she didn’t even realize she was running her hand up and down his back while she was talking. It was something she did quite often with other guys; bad habits are hard to break.

notes • Back to his place, cause that should be interesting xD
status • complete
word count •laziness is a disease
lyrics • the show by lenka
credit • AMANDA IN WONDERLAND !? @ caution
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