give me a surprise [chelsea]

[LUCAS KARL ROWLAND,]

Someone was bound to find out. Chels and him were always hiding the fact they were still good friends, but someone found out. Thank god it was Tyler, and not Ronnie or even worse, Carver. The name still stung him every once in a while, and it even caused him to wince at that very moment. Ugh, he was just a plain idiot. It was Tyler's idea. He said she would love to spend some time with him, and now he was standing in a hotel room, staring at himself in a mirror, scowling like there was no tomorrow. Although, he couldn't lie. He was kind of looking forward to it. They never talked anymore. At least now they could spend some time together, and not worry about anyone walk in. But there was something nagging him in the back of his head, that this would be a bad idea. Her and him alone in a hotel room. The idea popped up in his head a few times, but he couldn't deceive her like that.

Yeah, he still liked her. It was pathetic after all their fighting, all the people he fucked to get her off his mind, there were times where he just wanted to pull her close and kiss down her neck. But that couldn't happen- especially now. She was married for gods sake, and even if he was a dick, he wasn't going to even attempt to ruin their marriage. He looked up at himself in the mirror, chuckling slightly. His face was wiped clean of all the makeup he usually wore, and one of his old jerseys were draped over his body. He felt so different. He had grown so used to the black covering him, the dark colors clashing with his pale skin, often covered in makeup. She knew exactly where the jersey was from. When he was a stereotypical sporty kid. He, however, was wearing a black shirt underneath, knowing she'd end up stealing it by the end of the night.

It was odd. He was a year older than Chelsea, and she was married. She just turned twenty. He groaned a bit, falling back onto the bed, rubbing his arms, all his tattoo's visible. Especially one. He allowed his finger to trail over the tattoo. Yeah, maybe it was stupid he got a tattoo of his ex's name, but he felt like he needed to get it. And now it was on his skin forever. Luke got back up again, pacing a bit, playing with his hair a bit. He heard Tyler knock on the door and he freely opened it, sending a smile to the girl in front of him. God he missed her. “Surprise, Leo.”

WORDS! four ninety something.
STATUS! complete
TAGS! chelsea durr
NOTES! c:
INSPIRATION! panic at the disco.
CREDITS! Template By arro @ Caution!
LYRICS! Mayday Parade

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[CHELSEA HOPE-ARTEMIS PAYNE,]

"Tyler James! Where the hell are we going?!"

Chelsea pulled against her best friend's grip, just to fail altogether. The twenty year old huffed.  He hadn't even let her change out of her white sorority tank top, that had "Keyettes" on it written in gold cursive letters, outlined in navy. and gray sweat pants.  Her brown hair was sticking out in a million different directions, and was frizzy. She was lucky he let her slide on her black and white flip-flops.  

And god, it was cold outside.  But it reminded her of Luke and his odd habit of running without a hoodie on cold days.  How he'd meet her at her job at Starbucks and drove her home in her car.  Though many times, they went to their hideout in the hayloft.   And it made her wonder if he still did.  Of course, too many things had changed; their friendship was forced to be hidden.  He had changed the most though.  She always saw him in all black, covered in the black make-up.  And somedays when she saw him like that, she wanted to make him take a shower to get it all off.   But thoughts like that, often led to her imagining him and herself as teens, showering together. 

Chels shook her head, shivering at the thought.  Tyler was dragging her towards the hotel and her heart started faltering. Why the hotel? Had he invited her aunt? Or had Carver planned something? He dragged the brunette to the elevator, not answering any of her questions, no matter how much she whined.  

They finally stopped at a door after getting off the elevator and walking down three hallways.  Tyler knocked and Chelsea's stomach twisted in knots. That was until she saw it was Luke. "Surprise, Leo," he had grinned.  And almost instantly, she attacked him with the tightest hug possible. "Luke!" she beamed, nuzzling into his neck.  She looked over her shoulder at Tyler and waved goodbye, before slipping into the room and sitting on the bed.  "Lukey! I missed you!" she giggled, throwing her arms around him again and sighing.  "I missed you so much.

tagged: luke
words: three hundred fifty-six
status: complete
notes: <3
credit: DUCK DUCK'S NOT A GOOSE at Caution 2.0. Steal, and her guard duck will bite your ear off. He likes them.

[LUCAS KARL ROWLAND,]

He laughed slightly as she launched at him, hugging her tight in his arms. It jolted him back to such a simple time again, when he'd scoff at the idea of wearing makeup and hid his guitar talents. He could just imagine her younger, that smile on her face, the perfection of the moment. He sent a thankful smile back at Tyler, and shut the door, watching her bound over to his bed, plopping down. He followed her, sitting beside her, earning another hug. He nodded into her hair, chuckling lightly. “I missed you too. Lying about our friendship really sucks.” He hated the fact that he couldn't walk up to her and just hug her while they were lounging around other people. Other people like Ronnie and Carver who would both slit their throats if they saw them together. It made him feel a bit sick to the stomach that he couldn't spend time with her, and if he could, it would have to be like this. Alone in a damn hotel room. He nuzzled closer, before pulling away slightly, smiling at her.

“Now you aren't a teenager. And now you can't act like a mad woman,” his voice had a teasing edge to it. He acted like he was utterly mad at times, so he knew she was going to take it with a grain of salt. He rubbed his arms, not used to the feeling of just his skin. So used to the black makeup covering him, and here he was clean of it for the girl sitting beside him. He smiled a bit wider, before placing his head on her shoulder. “Thank Tyler, this was... mostly his idea. I gotta hand it to you, some of your band mates actually have a brain.” He winked playfully, stretching out on the bed, looking up at her. God, she was gorgeous. He shook the thought out of his head, but he couldn't stop himself from lingering on her curves a bit too long. He couldn't help the fantasies of his hands running down her sides, lips feverishly moving in a heated moment of passion. He shivered. He had felt the feeling once before with her, but that was when they were a couple of horny teenagers.

Ah, the day he took her virginity was still fresh in his mind as he watched her closely, watching every slight movement she made. He was merely pathetic, holding onto things from high school that should have dissipated and evaporated away years prior. Luke smiled up at her, and crossed his arms. “So, Leo,” his voice was hushed, obviously still lost in thought, “do you want to watch a movie or something? Its your night, I'm doing anything you want me to do.” He couldn't help but let his tortured thoughts wander back to the possibilities that could happen due to an empty hotel room and the two of them... How he wished it could happen. Just this once. Just one time wouldn't hurt, right?

He wrapped an arm around her waist, and pulled her down beside him, smiling over at her. “I missed this...” He let a content sigh slip through his lips. “I always have.”

WORDS! five thirty five.
STATUS! complete
TAGS! chelsea durr
NOTES! something tells me there's going to be a load of sexual tension.
INSPIRATION! panic at the disco... again. whoops.
CREDITS! Template By arro @ Caution!
LYRICS! Mayday Parade

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