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Post by tati on Jul 24, 2012 14:16:06 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-color: #343434; padding:20px; border-top: 10px #af9390 solid; border-bottom: 10px #af9390 solid;] most of us are heaving through corrupted lungs ( WORDS ) 585 ( TAGGED ) CEDRIC ( STATUS ) COMPLETE After a year of consistent drinking, Beatrice has found all the tips and tricks to shortening, helping, and ending a bad hangover. Not something that she'd ever admit to a friend or family member, but something that helped her out quite often. Letting out a small groan, Bea rolled over onto her stomach, squinting at the digital clock she had beside her bed. Ten am. Groaning more, she pushed the covers off of her and slung her feet off her bed and got onto her feet, walking sluggishly towards her kitchen. She had two hours to get herself presentable and to the airport. Not that she minded so much, it was just going to be a bit difficult being that she spent her night drinking the last of her alcohol in her home bar.
Reaching the kitchen, Bea grabbed an already mixed drink inside of her fridge, one of the remedies she found online, and an aspirin for her headache, popping it into her mouth she took a big gulp of the drink, cringed some, and dragged her feet back to her room. Most days like this was spent in bed, but her childhood friend and love was back in town after getting injured while in service. Beatrice couldn't decide whether she was bitter or just upset about his abrupt leaving. Then to add to it his 'missing in action' news she'd received from his father. That had been the hardest news she had ever had to deal with and it increased her drinking habit.
Yawning some, Bea granned her pink flannel top along with a pair of jeans and tossed them onto her bed as she gotten face and hair to an acceptable look. She pulled her clothes on quickly and grabbed her tote from beside her dresser. Glancing back at her clock she mumbled some to herself. "Eleven already.." Bea gabbed a Gatorade from her fridge and hurried out to her car, starting towards the airport. Her hangover wasn't all as bad as it had been when she first woke up, no more nausea and only a small headache now. What was really beginning to worry her was how and what she'd do when she first saw her childhood friend. His departure was sudden, untold and she hadn't seen much of him after he left. Just thinking about it made her somewhat angry. How could he just leave her there, with no notice. Nothing. He knew she cared about him, and much more of a friend as well. Tightening her grip on the steering wheel she made a turn, biting down on her lip as the thoughts ran through her mind.
Bea crossed her ankles, watching as the people move hustle around the airport, getting their bags and hurrying to get out of the crowd. She chewed some on her bottom lip as she glanced out the airport windows, watching as the paparazzi start to fill up, she mumbled some to herself and got up, walking towards the area she was told Cedric would be. her arms crossed in front of her chest as she looked down at her feet, making sure she was standing off to the side so she wouldn't be in anyone's way. This was it, the day she'd see him again. Would he look the same? Would he be alright? he had been hospitalized for a while..Should she even bring up him leaving her after all he had been through? Clearing her throat, Bea looked up. x: sorry it's pretty bad. |
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Post by cedric on Jul 25, 2012 1:02:58 GMT -5
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He was finally home. This was supposed to be a time of joy for young Cedric Till. After being in the army for the past six years, he should be thankful for any leave home. This however was not the case for Mr. Till. He loved coming home on leave most of the time. He missed his family and friends often. He craved for their letters and emails when he got the chance to be stationed near a working computer with internet access. He craved for his three days leaves all the time. This was not a typical leave. This was not a leave Cedric could come home being proud of...
He slowly staggered off the plan, the limp in his walk plan as day. The limp was the exact reason as to why Cedric was not thrilled to be home. He wanted to be out in Battle fighting for his country. He wanted to come home with pride not despair and forced home. How could he even be happy coming home after everything he faced? All the horrors that kept him up at night? It was never said joining the Army would be easy but he never expected seeing his friend’s death, or being injured in battle to really happen to him. However, it had.
He could hear cheers as he walked out of the airplane as he made his first step back into his hometown. People were shaking his hand and telling him how proud he must be for being a solider. How proud they were of him. However, he could not stand the praise. He loathed it. Because the only thing at the top of his mind right now was his best friend's death and all the deaths around him. Why should he be alive and home? While other's had been killed, wounded much worse than him, and still out their fighting. He still hates the concept of war... even being a solider.
He knew he should have changed on the plane out of his uniform...
His eyes scanned the premises for a sign of a familiar face. His father wrote him telling him his welcoming party was going to be a lot more 'personal' then a huge welcome party right away. Which was perfectly okay for Cedric because he did not really want a 'Welcome Home Party' even though he knew his dad was more than likely still planning one. His dad was proud of his son for his achievements in the war.
His eyes finally noted a lot of people whispering about seeing ' Beatrice Jayne.' and even after his depressed mood state, just hearing her name perked his ears. His dad had sent B? He wondered why considering how much attention it could potentially cause considering... he was one lucky fella to be able to dab his best friend... the girl he was in 'love' with to be the Ms. Oh, So Famous Beatrice Jayne... but as he called her 'B' But, then again, knowing his father… his father was often trying to set these two young adults up. His father adored B just as much as Cedric… In very different ways however. His eyes finally spotted her in the crowd, and his step got faster, as fast as the limp allowed him to go anyways.
When he reached her, he dropped his bags, and didn't even speak and instead scooped her up in his arms in a full on bear hug, holding her close to him. "B." he breathed out, breathlessly, which was all he could muster out at this moment.
It had been far too long...
STARRING: B and Cedric | WORDS: 604 | LOCATION: Airport | OUTFIT: Army Uniform | NOTES:  | |
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Post by tati on Jul 25, 2012 2:03:27 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-color: #343434; padding:20px; border-top: 10px #af9390 solid; border-bottom: 10px #af9390 solid;] most of us are heaving through corrupted lungs ( WORDS ) 476 ( TAGGED ) CEDRIC ( STATUS ) COMPLETE Beatrice's eyes stayed locked on her old time friend as he limped through the people, shaking people's hands and greeting them. A lump had formed in her throat, formed so big that when she tried to swallow it hurt. She couldn't be angry at C. How could she? She had done worse then him just leaving. She never wrote him, never visited him when he was on a leave. She had been bitter. She refused to write him, just so he'd see how angry she was for him leaving. Now, seeing him limping and clearly in pain, it had cut deep into her.
Glancing around at the crowd for a second, she tried to regain her strength. Her knees turning somewhat weak as she looked back at him. His steps were faster now, still with a limp, and Bea moved forward to meet him. Her arms wrapped around his neck tightly as he grabbed her and lifted her. A cough escaped her mouth as a few tears let out, she buried her face into his neck, squeezing her arms around him as tight as she could.
She had been far to hard on him, and even thought she'd like to be upset with him leaving in the first place, she knew she couldn't. She just couldn't. Taking a deep breath she mumbled into his neck, "I'm sorry.." It was low, low so no one else at the airport could hear and she loosened her arms some. All of the calls she had ignored from his father, simply because she knew what he'd be saying on the other line. Telling her about his son, his life in the army. Why would she want to hear that? How could she make herself be happy for him going off and leaving her, with no notice, nothing? Beatrice had been nothing but a bitter, nasty drunk.
It had been no help when she finally answered his fathers call. Only to hear that he had gone missing in action. Words that tore away at her insides, making her feel completely empty. The drinking and bitterness got worse. Then the next call, which pained her just as much as the first. He had been injured. She wasn't too sure what that meant at the time, had he been close to a bombing? in a bombing? What was the damage? She tried to bring herself to writing him after she found out that, but couldn't. She knew she had made a mess of things when she failed to push aside her bitterness to write him the very first time. but here she was, arms wrapped around his neck, his arms wrapped around her middle, holding her up and holding her closely. She wasn't sure what would happen next, how things would go about, but she tightened her arms around him tighter and repeated, "I'm so sorry.." x: |
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Post by cedric on Jul 25, 2012 22:58:14 GMT -5
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He did not want to let this beautiful woman out of his grasp. It had been almost six years since she had allowed him to hug her. It had been six long years since he was this close in contact with her. He knew the way he left had royally pissed her off. He knew he had been in the wrong with the way he announced he was leaving for the army. He just had never known how to tell her he was leaving. She had been his best friend since he was a young boy. In all honesty, his only friend. Of course, she had a few more friends than him, probably even more now that he left. Of course, Cedric knew he was her closest friend. Cedric kept to himself for the most part but something about B always dragged him in.
He feared her because he knew her reaction would not have been a happy one. They had discussed plenty of times about their futures. And, even when Cedric would jokingly say he was joining the army she would get mad at him. If only she had known it had never really been a joke for Cedric, she would have tried talking him out of it. Nevertheless, Cedric was bound and determined to join and he could not have her manipulating his mind. He knew if she cried and broke down before he enlisted, or begged him not to go, his plans would have changed drastically. This was why he never had the courage to tell her anything. She was his weakness.
His arms were still holding her in a firm grasp. Even if he did not want to come, home from the army as an injured solider…being able to hold her in his arms again was worth the injury. It had been pure torture when he had come home the last few times and she hardly spoke to him. He didn't understand what her sudden mood change was... other, then she could have been easily worried about everything that had happened to him. Nevertheless, whatever the mood change was he was not about to take it for granted. He was rather lucky she accepted his hug because she could have easily refused it. But, she could have also refused to even come see him at the airport...seeing her here made his mind go blank and he didn't have much control over his greeting. He was overwhelmed and his arms, legs, and heart were not working well with his brain when he reached her. He was just so thrilled to see her waiting for him…
"Sorry?" he questioned, having no idea what she was sorry for. He had been gone so long he didn't know what she possible could be sorry for, unless it was his injury, which was nowhere near her fault to where she would need to be saying sorry. "What could you honestly have to be sorry for B?" he asked her, as he unwilling pulled away from the hug, giving her a weak smile, and taking in the beautiful woman that stood before him, that he had missed so damn much.
STARRING: B and Cedric | WORDS: 528 | LOCATION: Airport | OUTFIT: Army Uniform | NOTES: | |
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Post by tati on Jul 26, 2012 23:08:01 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-color: #343434; padding:20px; border-top: 10px #af9390 solid; border-bottom: 10px #af9390 solid;] most of us are heaving through corrupted lungs ( WORDS ) 373 ( TAGGED ) CEDRIC ( STATUS ) COMPLETE Feeling Cedric's arms loosen from around her and her dangling feet touch the floor, her eyes opened quickly, glancing up at him as her arms start to loosen up from around his neck. Her hands trailed down his chest and she dropped her hands to her sides, taking a small step back. Clearing her throat she quickly wiped away the tears that she had let escaped. "We'll talk later.." The last thing she wanted to do was to make a scene at the airport. Beatrice smiled a soft somewhat fake smile and dusted off his uniform, clearing her throat once again before moving to the side. She grabbed one of his bags and glanced back up at him.
"I can drive you home..if you'd like?" B spoke softly, knowing she couldn't speak any louder without wanting to cry. Cedric's father had called her a few weeks before to tell her about the party he was having for Cedric when he got back, Beatrice had only agreed to saying hello at the airport. She didn't know if she could fully handle staying in the same room with him at a party. Not because she didn't want to, but she knew if she were to be put in the same room as him and any alcohol at all the night would spiral down into a mess. All the things unsaid and all the feelings pushed aside would only rise once she got her fingers onto a glass of alcohol. Which even in the presence of his father and their family, she wouldn't be able to resist.
Beatrice had a small problem with drinking before Cedric had left, he never cared for it but she felt it was an escape. An escape from her over thinking and insecurities. When Cedric finally did leave, with no goodbye, it only got worse. She had gotten herself into a few sticky situations. She'd lost a role due to her over drinking, even gotten a dui. Though she had somewhat cleaned up her image over the recent year she still stuck to her heavy drinking but instead at home and by herself. Beatrice couldn't risk getting out of hand at his welcome home party, she didn't want to do that to him. oh. my. lord. this was horrid. i'm so sorry. next one will be better.x: |
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Post by cedric on Jul 27, 2012 16:47:10 GMT -5
[/style][style=background: #202020; font-family: georgia; font-size: 8pt; color: #d8d7e4; text-align: left; letter-spacing: 2px; width: 390px; padding: 5px; margin-bottom: -2px; text-transform: uppercase;margin-top: -535px;]Pain, I can't get enough [/style][style=background-color: #262626; width: 390px; height: 275px; padding: 5px;]
A smile was firmly planted on Cedric Till's face. Nothing could really take it away because he was overjoyed to be in "B's" presence again. It had just been far too long. The horrors he faced were long out of his mind now. It was only when he was with B that all of his worries magically washed their selves away. She always brought out Cedric's brighter side. When she was around everything was always slightly brighter, she even brought a lighter side just by stepping inside the 'Till' household. Cedric and his father's home was always rather quiet, and his relationship with his father was always about sports, and growing up. However, when B stepped into the household a different aspect filled the air, a much lighter, and more relaxed one. He figured it had something to do with his dad never having a daughter, and B was like a daughter to him... and of course girls tended to get treated differently by 'fathers' ...
His hands were placed on her waist, even though the hug was far gone now, he did not want to let her go. He wanted to make sure this girl was still there with him, that this was not another one of his dreams. He feared that if he let her go that was it, and there was no more B and he would wake up, about to face more nightmares. If this was a dream, he was not ready to wake up from it yet. He was tempted to pinch himself just to make sure he wasn't dreaming. However, he was not about to make a fool out of himself...
He was quickly taken out of his 'on cloud nine' moment when he saw flashes blind him. And, this is the exact moment he realized it was not a dream. In his dreams with B, nobody ever ruined their moment. And, here the paparazzi were about to ruin their moment. He had been used to these filthy people for as long as he could remember. Not because they wanted anything to do with him but because they wanted everything to do with B and her every moment. He loathed them because it was always hard to get any alone time with this girl before him. He understood people wanted to know what was going on with her... she was amazing and talented after all but gosh, she needed her damn space once in a while too.
Cedric was often famous just by association for all the photos he had with B. He was often asked by fans to tell her something, or often placed as her 'boyfriend' in tabloids. It was hard to deal with B's fame and busy schedule but it had always been worth it. He had never regretted for even a moment becoming best friends with Beatrice Jayne... she was perfection, in his eyes.
"Yeah, that'd be great," he told her giving her a soft smile, finally unwilling letting go of her waist. "We should get out of here anyways before they get anymore pictures of us..." he told her gesturing over at the people taking photos. "I'm sure we will have a laugh at tomorrow’s headlines," he told her now, giving her a goofy grin. Oh... they could only imagine.
STARRING: B and Cedric | WORDS: 551 | LOCATION: Airport | OUTFIT: Army Uniform | NOTES: | |
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Post by tati on Jul 27, 2012 19:59:33 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-color: #343434; padding:20px; border-top: 10px #af9390 solid; border-bottom: 10px #af9390 solid;] most of us are heaving through corrupted lungs ( WORDS ) 498 ( TAGGED ) CEDRIC ( STATUS ) COMPLETE It had only been a few minutes, if that, since she'd pulled away from Cedric to help him with one of his bags, but she had already missed his gentle touch. His warm hands on her sides, it almost made her laugh aloud as she thought to herself and she shook her head before it could escape her lips. It was crazy the control he had over her, he didn't know it, but she went completely weak when it came to him. She could remember times when they were younger, if anyone tried to give Cedric a hard time she was the first one to defend him.
Beatrice had always considered C her closest friend, still to this day does. She never really trusted people when she was younger, being that her father had walked out on her and her mother when she was ten. She was afraid to let anyone one in, keep anyone close, simply because she didn't know if they'd stay around for long. With Cedric it was different, they had known each other since they were toddlers and pushing him away wasn't something she could do. So she kept him closer, made him promise he wouldn't leave her like her father did. He was the only person she actually trusted, then when he did leave it felt like her father all over again. It was different with Cedric though, she didn't push him completely out of her life like she, for the most part, did with her father. She kept a soft spot for him the entire time he was gone. That's why she was so bitter over it all.
Glancing over her shoulder, Beatrice let out a small laugh as she watched the paparazzi from outside. Rolling her eyes some, she glanced back up at Cedric and nodded her head. "Yeah, we probably should." This wouldn't be the first time the paparazzi had given them problems, before he had left it was almost an everyday thing. Slinging one of his bags over her shoulder, she grabbed Cedric's arm gently and started walking towards the exit of the airport.
"I have my car parked in the back.." Looking back up at Cedric, the sides of her lips tugged upwards into a real smile. She studied his facial features before looking back forward. Something about his presence made her insides warm, made her feel happy again. It didn't last long though before her bitterness and lonely drunken nights poked at the back of her thoughts. Biting down gently on her bottom lip, Beatrice moved some hair behind her ear and used her free hand to push open the exit door of the airport. A few paparazzi had caught onto their plan and were waiting at sides, already snapping pictures.
Groaning, Beatrice moved a hand to cover her face, tilting her head up and to the side. "I'm sorry.." She squeezed his arm gently. "Don't feel rushed, if you're having a tough time with your leg, just take it slow..okay?"
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Post by cedric on Jul 29, 2012 13:02:19 GMT -5
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your boyfriends back b? how does that feel?
Cedric heard this question boom out from among the crowds, from one of those filthy paparazzi guys. He hated how they all followed them around and never gave the two space. The only time they ever got their alone time was if B went out in a disguise, or they hung out around Cedric's home. This was mainly because Cedric's dad was a rather scary man, being a former military marine, and police officer. So usually, paparazzi didn't bother to come around his home or his dad threw a nasty fit. That was one reason he was always so thankful for his dad. He never let the filth ruin B's day.
He let out a low groan as he tried to keep up with B. It was a little harder on him to keep up with her now. He cursed his leg as he continued to try to make their escape to the car. It was so much harder to get away from the paparazzi now that his leg was injured, and he had to walk with a pathetic limp. He knew he should just be grateful he was alive, and that was the only injury he faced, but, right now, he would give anything to have a well working leg, to get out of here faster. He hated that he was holding back B as they walked...
"I'm sorry," he muttered out a look of pain on his face, not because of his leg, but because he couldn't walk any faster to get out of here. "You can move on ahead without me and get in the car, you don't have to walk my slow, ass, speed..." he breathed out, not really able to not show how frustrated he was with himself at this moment.
He heard some more questions and taunts from the paparazzi, about the two being a couple, about serving in the military, and some were even stooping as low to make fun of his limp, and say that he wasn't worthy now of B because she deserved well kempt people in her presences. It was really starting to get hard to ignore them... it always had been, it just seemed ten times worse now. He hated how much words could really damage him. But they did... because a lot of the times when the word boyfriend was used, or people assumed they were together... it bothered him because at the back of his mind he always wished this was the case. However, he knew how difficult it would be for either of them to date, him having joined the army, and her being famous and all.
Cedric had never told her how he felt about her till he left, and even though she had practically told him she felt the same way, he knew it wouldn't work with him leaving, and just who she was in general. Besides the fact, he always felt that she was ten times better than him, and he was hardly worth her friendship. He always felt so lucky to have her inside his life just as a friend, let alone, anything else more than a friend.
Because Beatrice was amazing…and so talented, he was so proud of his best friend.
STARRING: B and Cedric | WORDS: 548 | LOCATION: Airport | OUTFIT: Army Uniform | NOTES: | |
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Post by tati on Jul 30, 2012 10:35:16 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-color: #343434; padding:20px; border-top: 10px #af9390 solid; border-bottom: 10px #af9390 solid;] most of us are heaving through corrupted lungs ( WORDS ) 560 ( TAGGED ) CEDRIC ( STATUS ) COMPLETE
Beatrice kept her eyes between the floor and looking up at Cedric, only looking up every once in a while to go in the direction of her car. Being famous came with a lots of pluses, paparazzi, of course, was not one of them. But she dealt with it, they're childish and rude behavior. Sometimes rude comments and upset reactions when she wouldn't do exactly as they told. It got old. The only time she could go about in town is if she had a disguise, and a pretty damn good one too. Which Cedric and her always got a kick out of, she'd never go safe about it, she'd always put on some ridiculous hair piece to make him laugh. And it usually worked when it came to the paparazzi, they never noticed her. One thing she was completely thankful for was Cedric's father, more of a father to her then her own would ever be, he often kept the paparazzi in line. Whether he was out having lunch with them or just at their house. The paparazzi knew never to follow them when he was around.
Glancing up at C, a frown appeared instantly on her face. Shaking her head, Beatrice grabbed his arm and put it over her shoulders, moving her hand around his middle. "No, no. Don't be sorry. We'll get to the car together." She squeezed his side gently and glanced forward again, slowing down her pace to help him towards the car. Which, thankfully, was in view now. B would glance down towards his leg again, just to make sure he was alright and continued to walk slowly.
She could hear the questions be thrown about from around them, they always knew how to piss her off. Then again, how could they not? Magazines, websites, and most media would pay them pretty well for a picture of Beatrice Jayne raising hell because of some pathetic paparazzi throwing her father into the mix, or Cedric, or anyone she actually loved. Beatrice's eyebrows raised when she heard a remark about Cedric's limp come into the mix, her head snapped up and she squeezed onto Cedric's side tighter, not purposely but simply out of anger. 'Follow me all you want, but do not put Cedric into the mix. He got hurt out there defending YOUR freedom. Don't you dare try to poke fun or intentionally hurt him."
Her voice was raised and turned somewhat harsh, she shook her head as she reached the car.
Holding tightly still to his side she finally loosened her grip and glanced up at him, saying lowly. "I'm so so sorry." She frowned and shook her head before moving forward to unlock and open the passenger side door for him. She didn't wait for a reply, feeling horrible about the remarks the paparazzi felt so comfortable throwing around about his limp, him "not being worthy enough". It made her so upset, angry, he was more than enough. If it was anyone who wasn't worthy it was Beatrice. With her pathetic self pity and drunken ways. Cedric deserved more than that. So much more. Snapping back to reality, Beatrice let go of his waist gently and moved to his other side, grabbing his other bag and hurrying to open the back seat door to put his things in as he got into the car. x: |
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Post by cedric on Jul 30, 2012 14:29:40 GMT -5
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He let out a low groan. He really hated the filth that felt the need to follow them to their car. Could they just not show some respect? He often felt like one of the world’s worst jobs was to be a paparazzi. How can someone even be proud of such a job? This was considered stalking; this was considered getting in someone's personal space, and trying to disrupt their lives. The only people that took pictures of celebrities he could respect were the ones that worked for magazines that didn't follow celebrities and actually interviewed them. All the other ones were just filthy scum.
He honestly did not know how they lived with themselves. He knew people needed money but they stooped so low sometimes. A job at Burger King would be a lot more respectable then a job following around people. Another, thing he absolutely hated was how the law never helped celebrities when it came to the "stalkers" Yes, Cedric would refer to them as stalkers. That was what they were; filthy stalkers. It was as if the Police assumed that if it was a celebrity they gave up their rights as a citizen so they had to endure this shit. It often pissed him off. Then if a famous person went to defend themselves they would have a lawsuit. Fucking scummy people. He knew his dad was about one of the only cops that tried his hardest to make sure the paparazzi were under control. (and still tired even though his father was retired now.) Celebrities were only just human after all... they should have rights just as much as the next person.
Cedric could not help but to have a light smile on his face as she defended him. He was always two sided about her sticking up for him. Part of it was embarrassment because he hated that she felt the need to defend him. He was a big boy and he could take care of himself. He could handle what they spat at him. He also was more apt to get pissed off at what they said negatively towards her then towards himself. Cedric had been known to lash out a few times at the scummy men for belittling Beatrice. Granted, sometimes things they said did upset him but he just dealt with it. The other half adored when she defended him because it meant she was proud of him. That she was not ashamed to be walking with him, and that always put some slight joy in his heart. He was glad she wasn't trying to hide their friendship. He was glad she was ok walking by his side.
He allowed her to help him into the car, "Thanks," he let out in a sort of ashamed voice. He hated how he was relying on her to help him a little too much. Cedric was never the type of guy that liked to have to depend on other people. And, he didn't like that he just depended on her back there. Granted, he would have made it on his own eventually, but her helping him made it less painful making it to the car. Cedric really needed to drop his pride a bit. He just hated looking weak.
When she was finally in the car and her door was shut, he let out a sigh of relief. Leaned over and kissed the top of her head. "Thanks for that, back there." he expressed, then buckled in his seatbelt, then glanced at her from the corner of his eyes, "I've really missed you so much, B" he breathed out, closing his eyes now, trying to soak in everything that just happened, taking it all in, the good, and the bad of being back home.
STARRING: B and Cedric | WORDS: 631 | LOCATION: Airport | OUTFIT: Army Uniform | NOTES: | |
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Post by tati on Jul 31, 2012 11:28:31 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-color: #343434; padding:20px; border-top: 10px #af9390 solid; border-bottom: 10px #af9390 solid;] most of us are heaving through corrupted lungs ( WORDS ) 473 ( TAGGED ) CEDRIC ( STATUS ) COMPLETE Sighing some, Beatrice ran her fingers through her blonde hair, moving swiftly to the drivers side of the car. She could feel the paparazzi getting closer and she quickened her pace. "Jayne! Miss Jayne! When will you guys finally come out!? Look this way! Over your shoulder! Quick!" It was never ending with them, always pushing, even after she would snap at them. They kept going for it. Clearing her throat she opened up the car door and got in, buckling herself in quickly.
Beatrice glanced over at Cedric, giving him a soft and warming smile, in hopes of making him feel better about her helping him to the car. She knew how he could be sometimes when she defended him. It'd happen before in grade school, he'd get mad at her whenever she defended him. She knew he could do it on his own, but she couldn't help but jump up when she heard someone try to insult him. She didn't care for it. Her smile simply got bigger when she watched him lean towards her and place a small kiss on her forehead, she shut her eyes softly taking in the moment because she knew it wouldn't last. Beatrice's eyes flickered open when she felt his warm soft lips leave her forehead and she looked up at him. "Of course.." She nodded and turned forward, grabbing her keys from her bag and sliding them into the ignition.
Starting the car, B glanced back, honking her horn to warn the paparazzi that she was backing up. Occasionally she'd be nice, honk the horn a few times before actually backing up but today she felt they didn't deserve her kindness. She backed up some and watched as they all jumped back, she let out a little laugh under her breath and backed up some more, watching them scatter. Pulling all the way she turned and sped off.
Beatrice cleared her throat, tightening her hands on the steering wheel as he spoke again. She kept her eyes on the road as she thought over his words and what her reply would be. Of course they'd have to talk soon, but should she really do it now? She knew if she were to say that she missed him too it would cause much more damage to her than she'd want. The tears would start, which she had been holding back since after their greeting, and things would unfold. Beatrice didn't want to do that to Cedric though, not the day he came back. Moving one hand off the wheel she tucked some hair behind her ear, still keeping her eyes locked on the road, she nodded and let out quietly. "I miss you too...So are we going to your dad's house or?" She was quick to finish that sentence and tightened her hands on the steering wheel again.
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Post by cedric on Jul 31, 2012 21:58:03 GMT -5
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Cedric kept his eyes closed. He was trying his hardest to keep his mind off the people that were surrounding Beatrice's car. He wished the law would do a little more at keeping these people off of famous people's backs. It was always so difficult to go anywhere or to drive. A few times Cedric had to keep his cool when backing up his truck. It took a lot of power in him not to just give no warning and hit them. Cedric could not do such a harming incident however because he wouldn't be able to afford the price. The filth would then sue Cedric for injuries. No matter how much they probably deserved to be hit and to be taught a lesson. He has heard of so many scandals of these people suing for injuries. Pathetic was what it really was...
"My house sounds fine," he told her, nodding his head ever so slightly. He really did miss home. He missed his father, his own bed, and he missed being able to eat whenever he wanted. He missed the comforts of his own home. In addition, being away so long just made him appreciate his father and his own bed so much more. Granted, him and his father did not have a very talkative relationship, and it mainly consisted of sports, and how to better himself, but he longed for those conversations with his father after being away so long. His father always just meant well. And, he knew at the end of the day his dad did love him. If he did not love him, he wouldn't go to such strengths to welcome his only son home. Cedric needed his father, just as much as his father needed him at the end of the day.
"Unless, you had to go somewhere else first? It's really up to you." he added in. He was anxious to go home. However, at the same time, he was not so anxious as to where he needed to be home this instant. He could spend hours with just being with her in this very car without getting antsy for not being home yet. He missed Beatrice so much and he was so glad to just be able to be in the car with her at this moment.
As they finally got out into the open road, Cedric's eyes fluttered open. A faint smile appeared on his face as the scum evaporated out of his view. It would not surprise him if someone tried following them anytime soon but it was easier to pretend paparazzi did not exist when he was inside a car. That way he could just pretend they were regular everyday people just driving to and from work, school, or where ever they were heading.
"Man, i've missed home..." he said, as his eyes absorbed everything they were driving past. His hometown was nothing like where he had been during his time in the army. It was just such a better environment to be in. And, even though he hated why he got sent home... he was still certainly glad to be back.
Home was where the heart was after all.
STARRING: B and Cedric | WORDS: 531 | LOCATION: Airport | OUTFIT: Army Uniform | NOTES: | |
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