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[alexander leonardo wyatt]

"One month, dude. Win her, fuck her, and break up with her." The familiar voice of Brad Welling rang through Alexander's ears. They had been sitting in the same restaurant Alexander was sitting in at that moment all alone just the day before. His eyes had darted around to the other two pairs looking between him and one of the new, pretty waitresses on the other side of the room. She was new in town and since she didn't know Alexander Wyatt's ways, his friends had decided to place a little bet on what exactly he was capable of. "One month?" Alexander had repeated, only to get nods thrown back at him. "Alright, then. I probably won't even need the entire month. Countdown starts tomorrow. If I do this, you all owe me three hundred bucks." This kind of thing wasn't something that was new between the four boys. Alexander frequently found pleasure in finding ways of proving to people that he could get exactly what he wanted when he wanted and this wasn't going to be any different. That day his deep brown eyes had caught a glimpse of the beautiful girl as much as time had allowed for and with that confidence bubbling deep within him, there wasn't a doubt in his mind that he would be able to pull this off. There was also not a single doubt in his mind that he would be having a damn good time while doing it as well. In a matter of a month he was going to have gotten a good screw out of it and have three hundred dollars in his pocket. That, dear reader, is how Alexander loved to live his life.

To any girl who had a bit of respect for herself and knew Alexander, they wouldn't give him the time of day. It was pretty clear that he wasn't the relationship kind of guy and he was never looking for anything serious. He didn't do serious. It was a downright waste of time and Alexander wasn't up for wasting his time. Of course, just because you respected yourself and wouldn't dare get into bed with him (or the kitchen counter... what? he didn't have limit.) didn't mean he was going to back off. Alexander was persistent. He knew what to say, he knew how to act, he knew the game. His actions may have seemed sweet to some extent, but the intentions behind it all were anything but that. You never knew with him; whether or not he was going something because he had a change of heart and was suddenly a huge sweetheart or because he was trying to get something out of it. But, it would most likely always be the latter, whether you liked it or not. It was how he worked and he enjoyed it immensely. He liked the dirty parts of life; so, it was no surprise that he loved the sex, always carried around cigarettes, and was no stranger to alcohol. The way he looked at it, you lived once and the majority of your living took place when you were young and at your all time high. So, why not enjoy himself? Fuck the people around him. They didn't need him, anyway and he most certainly didn't need them. Except the ladies that didn't look like ass. He needed those.

That day Alexander had made his way back to that same restaurant, asking the hostess to be seated in the particular side that the gorgeous stranger served. That day he was hoping she was in a good mood and that things kicked off to plan. Actually, he didn't have much of a plan at all - he never did. But, he wasn't going to waste a single day of the month he had to get her to fall for him. Or, at least, sleep with him. There was no chance in hell that he was about to lose three hundred bucks and his pride. Alexander didn't even need to look at the menu, the thing was already practically burned into his head, so his eyes wandered around the restaurant. He was one of the few, if not the only, person that was there completely on his own. But, he didn't think twice about it or feel self conscious about it, either. Bringing a hand up to the curls on his head, he shoved at them slightly, waiting rather patiently for the waitress. Alexander's eyes wandered the area and seconds later, he caught her in his sight. Their eyes met rapidly as she looked up from what she was doing and as soon as they did, Alexander had allowed a small grin to tug at the corners of his lips. Never a full-toothed smile. No, he didn't do those. It wasn't long before she was at his table side greeting him and asking to take his order. "Good afternoon, beautiful." He had replied back with the same smile he had shot to her just moments before, his brown eyes never once leaving hers. Quickly, he caught sight of the name tag on her shirt. "Melrose, I'll have the Italian combo sandwich, a root beer and possibly the time of when you take your break."

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[melrose estelle ortega]

Melrose hadn’t wanted to move anywhere. She loved the home they had lived in, she loved the friends she grew up with. She was comfortable, and to be so rudely torn out of her comfort zone made her more upset than it did anything else. She would always complain about how she wanted change – maybe a new school or how she wanted to move away for college, but the second the change was literally, tangibly placed in front of her she had balked. Saying goodbye to all her friends was a hard thing to do, but she pushed herself through it – Briggs County was a nice place, she’d visited there before with her dad when he’d still been alive. She had no idea why her mom wanted to move there, but who was she to complain? Her mother hadn’t been doing very well ever since her dad’s death – the depression was getting the best of her, making her grumpy and unhappy with everything, especially those things which reminded her of him. Moving out of the town they’d met and gotten married in was necessary, and Rose, while unhappy as well, could only comply. The university in Briggs was nice, even though the tension in the town confused her. The younger kids, the ones still in high school, had such vendettas against each other. It wasn’t like that at her school in her town, so she didn’t understand it but she didn’t really want to. She was too busy trying to stay afloat in the college life. Rose wasn’t the best at making friends. Going out of her way to talk to people had never been a strong suit, so she was feeling a bit lonely. But lately things had been getting easier. She’d gotten a new job, and the people there were all nice and friendly, and she’d even started going out a little with some friends from her classes.

It was hard, however, when she’d walk by the park that she and her dad had used to frequent whenever they would visit. She’d often spend long amounts of time there, remembering the days when he was alive and well. In all honesty, he was the only one that could have made the move there better. She missed him with all her heart, and there wasn’t a day where it didn’t hurt. But Rose had learned a long time ago that there was no use in complaining about what could never be… so she’d just accepted the fact that he was gone, and tried her best to move on. Her grades were good, everything was perfectly fine… except she wasn’t herself. Ever since that day two years ago, on her sixteenth birthday… she’d never been the same. Before that day, she’d been a completely different person than she was now. Fiery, stubborn, sarcastic, witty. Gentle hearted to her friends and their number one supporter. Now she was quiet, withdrawn, and slightly unhappy overall. Nothing really made her ecstatic anymore, and she was aching for a reason to get excited again. Rose missed smiling because she could, not because she had to. That day was a harder one than most. It was almost a week until her father’s birthday. Another one missed. She didn’t know if it was considered strange or not, but each birthday since he had died, she’d gotten him something. Cologne, a book, a favorite thing… She’d take it, wrap it, put it in a plastic bag, and set it adrift in the ocean. Her gift to her father. She didn’t actually think it would reach him, but to her it was symbolic in a way. It was special.

Before work that day, she’d gone out and gotten him his gift, a new watch. One that he would have loved on principle just because it was from her. The thought made her smile a little as she put it in her car, driving to main street and finding a nice place to park. She parked and got out of the car, sliding her apron on over her clothes and making sure she had change before bustling inside, clocking in and getting ready for a long day at work. Christmas was coming up soon, so she’d ask for more hours but the schedule, coupled with finals, was starting to get extremely hectic. Oh well, though. Anything to keep her out of her house would make her happy. She ran her fingers through her hair, getting to the tables she needed to before the hostess came up to her and told her she had a new table, a customer who had requested to sit on her side. That caused her a bit of surprise, and she turned around, her eyes landing on someone who she had been admiring from afar for a very long time. His name was Alex, that much she knew for sure, but besides that, nothing. His lips turned up in a small smile, and her heartbeat fluttered as she turned back around, trying to get a hold of herself before she paraded over there to make a fool of herself. She finally managed to calm down, before grabbing her order pad and walking over to his table. ”Hey, how are you today? Can I take your order?” She asked politely, her deep brown eyes searching his face with a friendly smile. God, he was just so handsome. It was leaving her tongue-tied. His next endearment caused her face to flush, and she nodded her head and took down his order. It was only then she realized his last request and her eyes met his own in slight shock. ”O-oh, I… I uhm… usually around four thirty.” She told him, her heart pounding in anticipation, ”I’ll.. uhm, have this to you in a second.” She said, turning on her heel before he could say anything more and walking back to the kitchen and slapping the order on the counter. God, what was she thinking? Get ahold of yourself, Rosie… he’s just a boy.

MUSIC: ave maria - beyonce
TAGGED: alexander / steff
OUTFIT: imagine it with an apron
NOTES: JUST A BOY... OR YOUR FUTURE BABY DADDY, ROSE?!?!?

[alexander leonardo wyatt]

Alexander also knew what it was like to lose someone; to have someone that you cared for so deeply be torn apart from your life. It was actually rather bewildering to think that Alexander had ever experienced anything of the sort. If you knew the guy, you knew he wasn’t the greatest person in the world. He used people frequently to get what he wanted, mainly girls. He drank too much and smoked even more than that. He got into fights over stupid things to the point where seeing him with a black eye wasn’t a surprise to anyone anymore. But, he had his moments as well. Alexander had the moments where he could be particularly charming, just enough to reel you in and cause confusion in your mind about what he was truly like and what his motives truly were. Either you hated to love him or you loved to hate him - there really wasn’t anything else to it when it came to Alexander. If you had looked at his life five years ago when he was just thirteen years old, nobody would have believe that he was going to end up being this way. Anyone in the world would have laughed at the idea of Alexander Wyatt being a womanizer douchebag who cared nothing about anyone but himself.

Five years ago things had been different - very different. Granted, Alexander had been younger and not as exposed to reality as he was at that moment, but even taking that out of account, things weren’t the same. When he was thirteen years old, he had someone to look up to. That person was the absolute perfect father figure - the man who meant more to him than any other person in the world. Alexander couldn’t have picked someone better to admire and look up to other than his very own father. He was a respectable, hard-working man who still managed to put his family first before anything else in the world. He was everything that Alexander hoped to be someday. He was the person to buy Alexander his first guitar, the person who supported him endlessly. He was supposed to be there to teach Alexander to drive for the first time, he was supposed to be there for Alexander to lead him in the right direction, supposed to be there on his wedding day, when Alexander had his first child. He was supposed to fucking be there. But, he wouldn’t be able to be there for anything and meanwhile, Alexander was carrying around a heavy heart. One that had become so cold that he couldn’t even process the pain of anything anymore. The one major memory Alexander would always and forever have engraved in his mind of his father was the one of the last night he had ever spoken to him. The weather had been horrible that Friday night, but his father had decided to go get some take out anyway. He had been taking too long, Alexander’s mother was starting to worry. So, Alex had called him, urged him to come home. Maybe if his father had had both hands on the wheel other than talking to Alexander on the phone - maybe if Alexander had never called - he wouldn’t have had to hear the car skidding and colliding with another from the other end of the line. His father would be there.

And maybe then Alexander wouldn’t be sitting in a restaurant planning to get a girl out of her clothing. To him, life was a game now. There was no point in caring completely about someone because everyone disappeared eventually. Why not enjoy himself? Why not grasp life and take it for a ride? What the hell else was he going to do with his life? He enjoyed this. He loved getting a reaction out of people - good or bad. So, as Rose made her way over to his table, he was more than prepared. He didn’t have much of a plan in the slightest, but improvising had always been a good time. It wasn’t like he was dreading this either. She was absolutely beautiful from afar and even now that she was before him, those eyes looking right at him and that smile on her face, she was all the more beautiful. He watched her as her eyes fell down to the pad in her hands and his words hit her a few short moments later. That infamous grin of his came crawling to his lips at the shock and stutter of her words. ”Thank you.” He spoke to her kindly, unable to squeeze anything else in before she darted away from him. As soon as she was out of a sight a soft laugh slipped through his lips. Bringing his left hand up, he glanced down at his watch. He had nearly forty minutes to kill until four thirty, but if it meant making any sort of impression, he wasn’t going to hold back on waiting. Minutes later, his mind was brought back to the task at hand when she was heading back in his direction. He thanked her again as the food was placed before him, ”I’m Alexander, by the way.. and I really would love to spend that break of yours with you. I’ll wait as long as you need me too.” He paused for a moment before looking down from her, shaking his head slightly at himself and letting out a soft, bashful laugh. ”I.. uh.. I’m sorry. I’m usually not this straightforward. You probably get this all the time, but I just can’t help it.” The words sounded so sincere coming from his mouth, floated right out of there so effortlessly. Clearly he had had quite a bit of practice with mastering that.

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[melrose estelle ortega]

to be quite honest, melrose was awful with boys. relationships weren't in her vocabulary, but that didn't mean she went around and kept her legs wide open, either. she just... wasn't good at it. she could talk to them like they were her friends, but if you asked her to flirt she was a bumbling mess. once again, if her father was still around, things probably would have been a lot different. in her friendships, not a lot changed. the only thing, maybe, was that rose was quieter since the accident. but other than that, her friends didn't notice a change and if they did, they attributed it to the grief she was feeling. but the other social aspects of her life? yeah, those tanked. the once bubbly and flirtatious girl could barely even look at a boy without blushing so red that it was more than just a little embarassing. so really, she had no idea why this curly haired god was interested in her, requesting to sit on her side of the shop... she hadn't been here long, but hadn't he already heard about what a trainwreck she was? but god, she couldn't bring herself to care... he was just so gosh darn attractive!

the last time someone had been interested in her like this had been a total trainwreck. before she'd left her old town, about three months before, she'd gone on a date with a jock. he was good natured, silly and tried his best to keep her smiling and laughing. in all honesty, it had been a pretty damn perfect date. rose had been amazed - she'd been like a bad luck charm ever since the accident, things that she wanted to go well going the exact opposite. but for once, it seemed like fate was smiling in her favor. the date was going by without a hitch - dinner had been delightful, and next was a trip to the local ice cream shack. they decided on sharing a root beer float, and rose had taken it from the counter while he paid, going to find them a seat when suddenly she stumbled. she tripped backwards, the drink sloshing out all over her and her back bumping into her date's, causing him to lurch forward. his hands, thrown out ot catch his fall, landing straight on the chest of their principal at the time... a principal who just so happened to be a gay man. needless to say, after being chewed out (and having her date hit on by a middle aged gay man), they decided to call it a night and they never spoke again.

do you think you could understand why she never dated anymore?

she half wanted to warn this good looking stranger before it was too late, but there was just something about him that made her stop short of doing something rash like that. so, after being a bumbling idiot to her customer, she went and got her food. casting a glance his direction every so often, she found his eyes on her and her cheeks would flame a charming scarlet. she tried to do her best going about the rest of the tables she was waiting on, but she was sure it was clear her mind was some place else. while that trainwreck of a date had been her last date, it had also been the last time in a long time that a boy had even shown interest in her. she didn't blame them; in her eyes, she was only ordinary and nothing special, whatsoever. there were people that would attempt to tell her otherwise, like her mother, but she knew the truth. but she didn't necessarily mind that, either. the less attention the attracted meant the less heartache she'd have to deal with. along with her bubbly outlook on life that had gone out the door, so had her optimism. melrose was nothing but a cynic now adays, and the prospect of hope was as much of a joke as believing in santa clause. when alex's order was up, she obediently went to gather it, putting the plate onto a tray and walking over to his table and setting it down in front of him. his words caused her to trip over herself, and she stuttered out, "oh. it's o-okay... i um, actually don't get this a lot. like.. ever." she told him, cheeks blushing scarlet, "but if you... want to spend my break with me... you can. i can't promise i'm much of a conversationalist, though." she warned, finally giving him a small and adorable smile. why in the world would he want to spend time with her? nothing but ordinary, she repeated to herself in her head. nothing but ordinary.

MUSIC: ave maria - beyonce
TAGGED: alexander / steff
OUTFIT: imagine it with an apron
NOTES: trololol

[alexander leonardo wyatt]

Alexander had never had a girlfriend before. Well, he had, but he hadn't been in love before. There was only one reason that Alexander would ever have a relationship and one reason why he would get into it in the first place: because he was getting something out of it, which was usually sex. The last girl he had been with, they had been together for five months. Five months before she realized that he wasn't be faithful to her in any way, shape or form. He used her to get what he wanted and then he would go out at night, drink and get some more of what he wanted from another pretty face he wouldn't be able to identify later. What was really, truly pathetic and sad about it all, was that he never felt an ounce of regret for the girl's whose time he frequently wasted. The only thing that would ever disappoint him was if he wasted his own time, and he made sure that rarely ever happened. In his eyes, there was no point in allowing anyone in so deeply and affectionately. Love wasn't worth the pain that it put people through. It never would be and he was absolutely sure of it, regardless of him never having felt the powerful feeling before. Alexander was more than a little aware that someday everything around him would be gone. His friends would disappear to go live lives of their own, he would someday move out of his childhood home, this neighborhood would probably be seen only in the rear view mirror someday, and this Rose girl.. She would be a pretty face he would enjoy for the time being, and in a matter of a month, she would disappear. Just like everything and everyone else.

By the looks of it, he was going to enjoy this. Hell, he was already enjoying it and the entire thing had only just begun. He absolutely adored the way that every time he caught her gaze from across the room he could see that color rise to her cheeks, the way that he had just spoken to her for the first time and she was already stumbling over her words. It may have sounded strange, but it made him feel like he was worth something when he was able to do that to someone. It made him feel... powerful, for lack of a better word, to make a girl stumble over what she was trying to say like that. It pleased him and, in a situation like this, it proved that he was getting somewhere even if he still had a long way to go. It was rather incredible to see a son of Jayson Wyatt turn out the way that Alexander had. His father had been the complete opposite. He treated Alexander's mother just as incredible as he had treated her when their relationship had just started. He was a total and complete gentleman, that much was an absolute fact. He loved her with all of his heart and it was quite clear to anyone who saw the two together. So, how in the world did Alexander not pick up on any of that before his father had died? Well, he had, only he was using it all for the wrong reasons. Alexander was more than capable of being charming and knowing what to say, but he didn't use it like his father had. Which really was a damn shame. The Wyatt's used to have something so nice and enticing about them, and now they had Alexander who showed how selfish and idiotic a person really could be if they tried hard enough.

Alexander looked up at her again as soon as he heard her voice flow through his ears in response to his embarrassment of being so forward with her. His eyebrows raised slightly in surprise, "I find that awfully hard to believe." His voice was softer this time around, smile more gentle as his eyes caught sight of those cheeks of hers again. "I would love to." There was one thing that he wouldn't be able to deny, and that was how beautiful this girl really was. It truly did baffle Alexander that she didn't get approached more often than this. That small smile that crawled across her lips genuinely got his own to grow slightly. "We'll see about that. I tend to bring out a different side in people sometimes." It was true. He could turn someone who was awfully polite and sweet into a person that ended up feeling a huge wrath they had never felt before in their lives and leaving them with the want to stab him. But, Rose didn't need to know it was that kind of change. In this case, he would get her to open up, to talk to him. Because he had to in order to get anywhere, and he wouldn't mind staring at that pretty face of hers for a while.

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[melrose estelle ortega]

one day, maybe some day soon, maybe some time far away, she wanted to be normal again. she wanted to be able to carry on a conversation with a boy without blushing, or to be able to walk up to someone without fear and just talk to them. she wanted to graduate from college and do something with her photography, something great, something that would have made her father proud of her. melrose wanted to be an outstanding human being, and lately it just seemed like a dream that she'd never reach. it was getting harder and harder to focus, and she was losing incentive to do much of anything except mope and feel sorry for herself. she knew that if she really wanted to change, all she had to do was try... but she had even lost the will for that. she needed something to light that fire in her again. the real rose, the rose that didn't give a fuck about what people really thought about her, the rose that was entertaining and alight with enthusiasm, that rose was dying inside of her. something, or someone, needed to come and let her out again and for some reason, she felt like alexander might be the one to help her out a little. she was still in that awkward blushing stage, but she might be able to get herself out of that... maybe. if he kept dropping compliments, then she probably wouldn't... yeah, it might be a longshot.

rose ran her fingers through her bangs, before saying, "well, good luck to you, then. we'll just have to see when i start my break." she looked over, glancing at the clock and biting her lip, "i'll come back when my break starts. enjoy your meal." she told him courteously, before going over behind the counter and heaving a sigh. she looked over at one of the other girls waiting, and she drifted close to rose, nudging her and winking at her with her own excitement. rose could hardly believe it. he was wanting to spend time with her? right now, in this weird limbo she was in, she couldn't imagine spending time with a more boring person. she really hoped that alex was right when he said that he brought out a different side of people. rose wanted to be interesting. she wanted to be like those girls who the boys always chased after - those tall, beautiful and mysterious ones. she didn't care how naive and innocent it made her sound, but if she could have one boy look at her like bunches of boys looked at them, then she'd be happy. even if it was only for a second. rose finished waiting her tables in a daydream, watching them go and picking up her tips until it was finally time for her break. she glanced at the clock, and swallowed hard. show time. now or never. oh god... she didn't do well under pressure.

rose went back to the bathroom, sliding her apron off and pulling the rubber band out of her hair. she studied her reflection in the mirror for a moment, frowning at her complexion and messy curls, before raising her hands to pinch her cheeks, trying to get a charming amount of color into them. isn't that what those ladies did in movies to look all appealing, like they were glowing or something? regardless, she tried. maybe it was the color of her skin, but the color didn't show up as well as she thought so she pinched herself again, harder... but maybe too hard. she yelped, and rubbed at her cheek, wincing. when she pulled her hand away, she had an embarassing red dot showing up where she'd been trying to pinch her cheeks and she let out a small groan. why was she such a trainwreck? deciding to just face the music, she opened the bathroom door and went back out to alexander's table. "sooo... here i am." she said kind of awkwardly, laughing a little and averting her eyes immediately, shy. the girl awkwardly moved over to the chair when he told her to sit, and she sat down, trying to do her best impression of 'dainty' while doing so. finally, she just slumped, blurting out in middle of alexander talking, "look, i really don't mean to be rude or anything... but i'm not interesting. i'm not pretty, and i'm not anything but ordinary... so why in the world would you want to talk to me?" her words were bold, and they caught her off guard... but she was curious. she did want to know... what in the world did alexander want from her?

MUSIC: ave maria - beyonce
TAGGED: alexander / steff
OUTFIT: here
NOTES: d'awww

[alexander leonardo wyatt]

"See you then." Alexander had said warmly to her before she walked away from his table. He did his best to make the time he had to wait seem shorter. He even took the liberty to enjoy his meal slowly, but even after he had finished and brought a napkin up to his lips while simultaneously checking the time, he realized he still had a bit to wait. He leaned back in the rather comfortable booth that he took up alone, thoughts beginning to take over his mind. There was something about this girl. She had barely spoken to him, only having said a handful of words here and there, and he was already curious about her. That alone was something that Alexander had never experienced. It was more than just the usual curiosity of wondering what a pretty girl was like in bed. Sitting there alone, he found himself wondering why in the world she had come to this town, what she enjoyed doing, and what she was like behind those jumbled up words. So, as the minutes ticked by and his table was cleared, Alexander found himself growing more excited for Rose to get on her break. It wasn't the sort of excitement that got him nervous; Alexander didn't get nervous. But, he found himself looking forward to it a lot more than he thought he would the minute that he had stepped through the restaurant doors that day. The very realization of what was going through his head made him shake it slightly literally, as if he was hoping to get out such ridiculous thoughts. He didn't care what she was like, he didn't care what she liked to do - he needed to get out of that mindset, because it was stupid garbage. The only thing he could care about was that money and his sense of pride were on the line.

Alexander had lost himself in his thoughts more than he had even realized, though. When he felt Melrose's presence, he had almost been surprised that it was already time for her break. "Make yourself comfortable." He said with a thin smile, motioning over to the chair in front of him. He pulled himself up from the slump he was in on the chair and rested his elbows against the table, his eyes gazed across her pretty face before he opened his mouth to speak. "You're n --" He couldn't even get his first few words out of his mouth before she interrupted him. His mouth shut, ears alert to every word that she was saying to him. It was the most she had said so far, and if he was being honest, it caught him slightly off guard as well. It was a strong thing to ask, and a soft silence fell around them momentarily before he responded to her. "I'm not sure what mirror you're looking into every morning, but you're a lot more than pretty.. You're absolutely beautiful." As much as Alexander meant the words, he usually wouldn't have said something like that unless he was trying to get something in return, sadly. "And you seem pretty interesting to me. I haven't seen you around before, and I'm pretty sure I would have noticed. So, I'm guessing you're new in town." He knew she was new in town - all the guys had told him, and it was true, he would have noticed her before. "It's hard to explain.. There's just something about you. It's nothing bad, I promise. I'm just curious about you."

Alexander did his best to keep his gazed lock with hers to make some sort of unknown point, but he would occasionally look down at his hands on the table. "I wish that opinion of yourself would change, though. You shouldn't think that way, sweetheart. It'll pollute your mind." His smile had long since disappeared in the process of explaining himself to her, but as he spoke those words, a hint of sadness was across his face. Even that he could forge. He couldn't help but wonder why she thought that way about herself, though. He wondered what had happened to her or what had been said to her in order for her to think all of those things. He also wondered whether he was thinking too much about it and it was just a girl thing to do. Despite the tone of the conversation, it was good to see that it was at least progressing and moving instead of the two of them sitting there in silence. As long as something was being said, he would be happy with it moving around somewhat. He hoped that by sitting down with him she would make more bold statements like the one she had just blurted out, but he wasn't so sure what to expect with this Melrose. Which just made him even more curious about her.

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[melrose estelle ortega]

truth be told, rose wished that she could be different. she wished that she could be that witty, sarcastic self of hers that she used to be, instead of this girl who wallowed in self pity. she wanted to be bold. she wanted to fight dragons and face her fears. she wanted to be beautiful and enigmatic, not weak and scared all the time. but there seemed to be little that melrose could do for herself, and she knew it. it broke her heart to recognize it, but she did. melrose ran a hand through her hair, surprised at the flash of boldness that had coursed through her and made her blurt that question out at alex. did she really want to know? what if he was just wanted to use her for some entertainment for the afternoon before going out to meet his friends? what if she was just normal rose, and bored him half to death? again, rose longed to be interesting. fascinating, captivating. she longed to be something that she completely and utterly wasn't and that was nothing new. instead of getting up and fixing it for herself, what did she do? she wallowed. god, she was beginning to sound like a broken record. however, his words startled her. he honestly, truly sounded interested her. he actually found her... interesting. that was more than she could say for anyone who had taken a second to speak to her. she was anything but interesting and she knew it. but this alexander... he found something in her that she couldn't even see in herself, and it charmed her more than she liked to admit.

rose blushed deeply, averting her eyes and biting her lip, "i think that way because it's the truth. quite frankly, you're either stupid or crazy to think you see anything else." the words left her before she could stop them, and she looked up at him, eyes wide with shock, "i mean... i uhm.. sorry. i didn't mean to sound rude, i just..." she sighed, shrugging, not wanting to go on. how lame would she sound if she tried to explain all that was in her head? he found her beautiful - what a loud of bullshit. the only other person she'd heard that from was her mom, and even those compliments were few and far between. rose shook her head, running her fingers through her thick black hair and biting her lip, whispering, "look, i just don't think that what you think you see in me is really there. the most i do for fun is read in the park and take pictures. i don't party, i don't drink, i don't do boyfriends. i'm a trouble magnet. the last date i was on i caused him to trip and grab our gay principle's man boobs. sorry, but that doesn't scream dream girl to me." it was the most she'd said to him... to anyone, in a very long time and it all came rushing out before she could stop it. her blush deepened and she sighed, leaning back in her chair and putting a hand to her forehead, "i think i'm sick or something. i'm never this forward with anyone." she murmured, shaking her head and carefully averting her eyes. holy shit, she was going crazy. this alex guy was going to think she was bipolar or something. or just plain mental.

MUSIC: ave maria - beyonce
TAGGED: alexander / steff
OUTFIT: here
NOTES: oiwjkaleoifj. this is so bad and awful ugh.

[alexander leonardo wyatt]

Melrose's words of insecurity proved to Alexander that there was more going on in that mind of hers than she dared to let on. This didn't help at all with that curiosity problem he was already experiencing. What had caused her to think in such a manner? What was going on behind those beautiful eyes of hers that she didn't dare speak about? He would know eventually - he was more than confident about that little fact. She wasn't so easy to read like every other girl in the world, though. There was more to her, which just made this entire little situation all the more interesting - what made her more interesting. Alexander's own eyes had widened slightly at her words, clearly not expecting them. Moments ago she could barely get proper words out of her mouth and now she was letting them spill out in a bold fashion. But, the laugh that slipped through his lips showed that he wasn't the least bit offended by it. "Hey, no apologies necessary. If we're being honest here, I've been told I'm both of those things. But, I know what I see this time around." Why did it seem like the girls who really weren't that attractive thought they were drop dead gorgeous and the ones who deserved to feel that way, didn't? It baffled Alexander sometimes, especially in moments like these. Where the girl sitting across from him was absolutely stunning and she couldn't even begin to slightly believe what he was saying.

As she began to speak again, Alexander listened intently to her, his eyes focused on her and nothing but her. The rest of the restaurant may as well have disappeared. He was good at listening, that much for sure. He just had to want to listen to get anywhere. When she wrapped up her words with how her last date went, Alexander was trying with everything he had to resist a laugh, but couldn't help it. "Sounds like a date to remember, if you ask me.. We all have one of those eventually though, right?.. One time I took a girl out to see a movie.. tried to be the perfect gentleman so I was the one carrying the huge drinks and even bigger bucket of popcorn.. Can you guess who ended up wearing our food when my hands slipped? Needless to say, she didn't call me back." It wasn't something that had been made up, but Alexander had definitely never told anyone about it. He figured it would be a good way to hopefully make her feel a bit better about her last date, though. His eyebrows raised slightly as he took a moment to himself. "You don't party and you don't drink.." He repeated, looking down at his hands for a second. "Great." The word came out with a smile as he looked back over at her. "So, because you're different than every other girl around here, you expect me to get up and leave?" He paused for a moment before shaking head slowly at her. "That's refreshing and good for you, doing something better with your time. You're not giving yourself enough credit, Rose." He shortened the name on her name tag without even realizing it. Alexander was still trying to figure out how to deal with the idea that she didn't go out to parties or drink, but his words never missed a beat. "So, you like taking pictures, huh? Photography your thing?" He went back, picking out something she had said before, hopefully showing that he paid attention. "You were warned - I told you I brought out a different side in people occasionally." Alexander grinned at the sight of her leaning back on her chair and bringing her hand to her forehead.

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( STATUS ) complete!
( WORDS ) 631 without the coding.
( NOTES ) <3
( CLOTHING ) minus the hat.

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