fucking popcorn. {{DAHLIADEAR.

[nathan roberts!]

everyone is leaving ,,

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the sun was just going down and nathaniel roberts was just getting up. his side of the caravan was absolutely messy and his blanket, thankfully, stopped at the waist of his bare self. as the darkening light of the sun suddenly made an appearance to his face, nathan groaned at the fact he woke up at the earliest he could (5:00) when they didn't have a show. rubbing his eyes and opening the sore things, he got up, dug under his bed for a good enough pair of under wear (therefore shoving it up the blanket) and a pair of jeans (he only has skinnys) (and was also shoved up the blanket and was also snug around his waist). he got up and grabbed the nearest tee shirt that he could have, which was green with some cartoon design on it, and a cap, just to hide the bedhead that he didn't want to bother fixing (after all, who would see it in the dark?)

the park was a place that was actually quite empty, and there were a few cars that were parked in front of it. nathan turned around the play ground and started skipping rocks on the weird, dirty lake that people, as told to him, used to feed ducks in. he didn't really understand how that could have been, because the lake was purely the weird green color that people would throw garbage in, not bread for ducks. the effects of stupid people causing pollution. that was the case. nathan stepped back and let himself lie down on the ground, which were hardly covered with grass and were covered in dried up mud instead, which was why he was brave enough to lie down on it. as he did, an idea popped up in his head and he sat up straight. there was probably a stupid enough person to leave their cars unattended, and there were no security guards there to arrest you for theft. nathan quickly ran towards the parking lot and observed each car quietly.

jackpot.

a small but tidy enough sentra had rolled down windows, and the keys were on the dashboard. nathan grinned cockily to himself and shoved his hand into the car, unlocking it from the inside. he slipped into the seat gracefully, slamming the car door and revving it up. next thing he knew he was driving over the speed limit, but no one really cared as they watched the dirty white car go along in front of all of them. nathan laughed quietly as he saw a police man wake up from a bench and look at the car he was driving. nathan thought that he would possibly arrest him from driving without a license or maybe for going to fast. or possibly because he was really bad at driving and almost killed an old african-american man as he sped past the intersection. but then the policeman just rubbed his eyes and went back to sleep. stupid doughnut hungry policemen who never actually help the economy of the country.

then he remembered that he could have possibly craved for a movie. he jammed the breaks as he saw a girl with reddish orange hair (he was just passing through the caravans of euphoria, just so that he could flick off the members of scheduled nurse, shouting "fuckERS!" everytime he saw one of them) he started calling her, poking his head out of the window. "DAHLIA! DUH-LI-UH! HEYYY! WANNA GO TO A MOVIE WITH ME?" he smirked cockily at her, batting his thick lashes innocently.

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[socks]

Her eyes filtered the darkening light, thankful for the colors of the world. What if she were colorblind? She would simply not live. That was for sure. Her arms were crossed, sitting atop her folded knees and looking out. Her butt and feet were on the ground, in a sitting position, making her seem almost non-existent. She was a very small girl, and it was easy to look like you weren't there. It seemed as the tour and the musicians weren’t exactly good together. Perhaps it was just the musicians. They probably didn’t mix well. Her best friend was actually growing up, and not in a good way. Katy was finding out what happened when you actually mixed love with infatuation. And it’s not a good mix, Dahlia knew that.

Her eyes glanced around, as if looking for something that she had long lost. Sometimes playing around was the way to go when you were under a large amount of stress. Sometimes it wasn't. For Dolly, everyday was something to play at. Another challenge and another playground to escape into. It didn't always turn out like she wished it would, and her life was quite the mess at the moment. Still, somehow she needed this day to be filled with happiness. Just for one day.

It was strange how the weather changed so often at tours. How strange it was to feel cold one day, and the next day wish it were as cold as the day before. Dolly's bright orange, red, and yellow hair stood out like wildfire, but somehow she remained as unnoticed as she pleased. Of course, Dolly enjoyed the attention. Work was still in the way of that fact. Still, she promised herself not to think about it today. Today she would relax and enjoy her life for once. Maybe somebody would accompany her?

Suddenly, she felt infinite. Almost like a freedom. No Alex, or crazy fan girls that want to hurt Kat. This was the first time in weeks she felt peace. Dahlia loved her job, don’t get me wrong, and she loves the partying that walks hand-in-hand with it, but everyone has those days where they appreciate the peace and silence. Granted, said silence was courtesy the fact that half the band was passed out somewhere in the hallway, but that was neither here nor there. The fact was, she was relaxing. It was nice. Suddenly a squeal of tires. It woke her with a jolt. Suddenly, anger passed through Dahlia. This was not pleasant. “What the hell, Nate?” You ass.” What was he here for? To ruin the remaining part of the day? ”What’s with the car?" she scoffed at him, moving from where she was and stood in front of the car. She was furious with him, and this little act just ticked her off even more. She wasn't just going to let him soak in that he made her angry. Nice Dolly would've burst out laughing at him. Nice Dolly would've kissed him on the cheek. But that was the imagination section in her brain. This was the present time. And that’d probably never come true. But a little part of her, wished it would.

“Do you stalk me, to just make my life a living hell?” She was pretty pissed off at him, no day could get worse than this. Wait, she shouldn’t say that, thanks to Murphy’s Laws; it was going to get worse. Her eyes went back to the boy now next to her who mumbled some incoherent things. “Jerk.” She wanted to leave, but staring into his pretty eyes, she just couldn’t. Immediately, she averted them, her face pink, not red with anger. But with nervousness. Then he asked something, she wished he would say for the past month. “Yeah, I do. Movies are nice.” She smiled, and she walked closer, until she was in his air space. WARNING! She was too close. Dahlia slowly opened his door. “Can I drive?” She’d just denied him.

[nathan roberts!]

i fucked my american cunt ,,[/b][/size][/font]
i loved my english romance.

nathan, for that part, would have been smirking in a really annoying way if her wasn't staring at dahlia in a way even he couldn't understand. he heard her say ass and he shook his head, losing the trance that he was in. "me? an ass? for shame, hmm, dolly dearest?" nathan blinked at her, rolling his eyes the next moment. everyone he knew called him an ass once in a while, since he was the biggest ass there was anyway. even the weirdo geeks in high school who don't swear called him a donkey - - sometimes if they were feeling 'clever' they would even call him a but or something stupid like that. that wasn't anything new in his book. seriously. as she mentioned the car, he waved his hand in the air and held a finger up in the air. "it's called stealing, dickhead dahhling." he scoffed at her back. "you know that i do the things i do, correct?" nate was staring at her innocently, looking at her pretty hair. "AWHHH. you know your hair's pretty, rightttt?" he laughed at himself, knowing he'll be random for like, forever.

"i ain't no stalker. so GET IN THE CAR. i wanna see a movie wiff joo," he smiled again, grinning his teeth out and tapping the steering wheel impatently and at the same time, anxiously. he loved having dahlia for company, and he was never sure how much. so pretty much he really liked dahlia. not sure how much, again. it was actually, you know, that feeling. the kind of feeling that couldn't be explained. it was just the feeling you couldn't understand sometimes. yes, nathan tended to daydream a lot. he waved his hand again impatiently, his fingers motioning to the passenger's seat. he liked being in the driver's seat, it gave him a bit of power. which he hardly had, really.

as he was waiting for an answer, dahlia turned kind of nice, and nate just looked at her weirdly, smiling. once again, he turned pretty much anxious, but motioned to the passenger seat once again, but found that she was boaring her eyes into the driver's seat. once she asked if she could drive, he just looked a her in horror. the look that said 'are you fucking crazy? you should know me better than let you drive. how old are you again, crazy ass?" rather than "no. way, did you say that." because his look of horror said wayy more than "no way did you say that". it would probably contain many swear words. probably. after a while, he found his tongue. "ARE YOU fuckING CRAZY? you should know me better than let you drive. how old are you again, crazy ass?"

okay, so i guessed right.

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Dahlia had soon realized; she cared for this dweeb, no matter how dumb he was. She liked him, and was falling so fast. Watching him closely, her green eyes scanned his outfit – he put know effort, but already got her riled up. “Yes, you, obviously. Even though, you are in love with my ass.” Dahlia wanted smack him because her number one pet peeve was eye rolls. “At least, this ass gets all of my loving.” She leaned her head in and gave a slow peck on his cheek. Letting her lips linger, she place many of her kisses along his jaw line. “No other, asshole gets that kind of attention.” Suddenly, Nathan was waving his fingers, “it’s called stealing, dickhead darling.” He spoke scoffing at her slightly. Dahlia flinched at his voice. “Whatever,” She opened the door and let herself in, it was a rather clean car. Then his tone began to soften. “Well, just don’t do me, yet.” He stared at her innocently; in a way it almost made her uncomfortable. “Thanks, yours is too?” Finally Dahlia resisted the urge and grabbed his hand. Slowly, she laced her fingers through it.

Realizing what she was doing, she let it drop. “Stalker, you want me. Admit it, Nathan.” Dahlia teased him while giggling. “You wanna see me in your bed and you want to make love to me.” She let out a playful moan. “Oh, Nateycakes, don’t stop. Faster Nateypoo!” Dolly suddenly burst into a fit of giggles; her cynical and sardonic behavior was always a favorite. Though, one day she could probably want to make love with him. She couldn’t believe she was thinking that. “Anyways, not going to happen.” She liked him, and Dahlia just did not want her feelings hurt. Sweet Sebastian would not hurt her, but Nathan could twist her, until she could lose herself.

Suddenly, unable to control her hormones, Dahlia lunged forward. She wrapped her arms around his neck and slowly crashed her lips on his. The step forward-- or, closer, rather-- earned Natey a soft kiss, the one that she didn't let get too far in depths, seeing as her curious mind was far too powerful for her own good. Or perhaps it was more her neurotic mind, than her curious mind, but either way it made her stop all activity to get answers-- those in which she wasn't sure if she would want to. But she'd recently learned that it was better to think positive than it is to think negative, so she tried to think positive-- though nothing came out quite as pleasant as she wouldn't preferred. "I'm sorry." She blushed. “Can I drive? I mean I am seventeen. ” She sat on his lap slightly, facing him. “Please?”

“Can I please drive?”

[nathan roberts!]

french kiss on your soft lips ,,[/b][/size][/font]
french kiss you will love this.

nathan brushed his own thigh, wiping the thin layer of sweat that lay upon his palm. it was exceedingly unnerving to be talking to dahlia about asses. seriously. "in love with your ass? i've seen cuter, dick," he snorted in disbelief, watching hers. he leaned back in his seat. nah, he disagreed with himself. dahlia did have quite a cute ass, no doubt about that. he flinched as she kissed him - - and started trailing off somewhere. he quickly turned and met her lips with his, keeping it there for a mere six point seven seconds. he turned away after that mere six point seven seconds and grinned. when he was sure the blush was gone from his cheeks he looked back at her, half embarrassed and half smug. "oh-kay, dahlly," he sang, responding to her comment on each other's hair. it was random, but he just had to say it. he left his right hand on the brakes and the other one on the window sill. as he felt dahlia hold his hand, he suddenly sighed, longing to let them stay like this forever. but that wasn't going to happen, was it?

nathan let go after some seconds to wipe his forehead. it wasn't that hot; it was actually kind of chilly and foggy, and as he looked up, it was weird to find that it looked like it was about to rain. sighing again, he looked at her, with some kind of emotion that he didn't know. his ears perked up and he closed his eyes as she was going all giggly. "fucking shit, dahlia, stop that!" he was subconsciously getting turned on about what she was saying, his eyes shut tight and trying to get that thought out of his head. no, no, dolly can not make love with nathan; no way. that's almost illegal! but no doubt he wanted that. but it sounded quite wrong. he could use it against her in some way, because nathan knew that he was evil enough to do so. nathan breathed heavily, looked at her, and slapped a mischievous grin onto his face to respond to her statement. "are you sure it's 'not gonna happen'?" he lay his head upon his hands, which were now both on top of the steering wheel. he was still grinning as he turned to her again. "nah, i'm just playing with yah." he said this half heartedly. he wasn't really sure yet; he'd had lots of flings, but they never seemed to last enough to make love to each other (the reason he's a virgin). he sighed, and looked at the sky, which was turning into a mix of pink and blue. it looked like those cotton candy swirly machines.

nathan felt soft lips press onto his own. he actually didn't mind a real kiss at the moment; it seemed like forever since he's had his last kiss. he tried to not touch her face at all; that would cause the kiss to become deeper; more intense. he wasn't sure if he wanted that, because he wasn't entirely sure if dahlia just felt like kissing him or she likes him for real. it was quite hard to tell; dahlia was never an open book to nathan. when they let go, he just stared at her for a moment, watching her cheeks go a rosy pink color. it looked rather pretty on her. nathan nodded at her apology and smiled at her. "i don't mind." he muttered, leaning back his seat. seventeen? for all nathan knew he thought she was eighteen or nineteen or something. he sighed, feeling like he was too old for her already. he flushed pale as she climbed onto his lap, and gulped. what was she doing?! seducing him to get kicked out of his own driver's seat down onto the passenger's? however, he wasn't sure anymore; it was quite working. he thought about how he wanted to drive. he fixed his position trying to make small the bulge, shook his head no and gripped the seat. no way was she going to get away with murder.

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[shoe]

All the band members said not to be here at nighttime; Dolly wasn’t one of those troublemakers, searching for rules to break, but didn’t love cause you to do crazy things? “Obviously my ass. It’s round and cute.” Regardless the girl stayed up later than usual, lying on her back to the billions of blinking constellations unseen in the city lights. As she sat there, she felt her world being engulfed in the sound of chirping crickets, dully lolling her senses in the crisp night air. After scooting ever closer to have her shoulder resting upon his chest, she leaned back, eyes gleaming. She might not have been the ‘most experienced’ out there, but she tended to get the notion of what to do next with him. Plus she caved to her own curiosity. Her head at an angle, she met his lips again in a tender peck, nothing half ass about her kiss here. It lasted about a second, until she looked at him deeply, melting in those brown eyes she could on forever about, “Hi,” the redundant simplicity of her greeting caused her to flash a small smile. She turned, snuggling into his chest once more. Dolly wanted to soak up her emotions, and keep them with her forever. This definitely went on as the best part of her day. His voice soothed her down. It sounded like a relaxation tape, a pitiful waste of a CD, except to people with anger or stress issues.

She tapped herself anxiously. That’s what boys did to her- they made her waste a million papers on drag queen poems, future marriage names, and red scribbled hearts. Additionally, they contrived her to be completely nervous. Oh no, Dahlia never got to be at the easy going point around guys, nor did she ever have an experience near guys which excluded a mix up of words; it might’ve been why she rarely had relationships, but considering the circumstances now, it was amazing she could still breathe. “You are getting turned on?” She let out another moan. Dahlia pulled her white jacket closer to her body, moving the sleeves over her hands. Zipping it up, she suddenly was glad she brought it, because her plain pink tank top alone, during a brisk night, wasn’t enough to keep her from goose bumps, although the sight of Natey probably generated them likewise so it didn’t matter. “It might happen.” She laid her head on his breathing chest. As a cool mist blew her way, she sighed quietly. Her sea foam green eyes, almost teal in the dark, closed in relaxation. Of course she wouldn’t lose herself in sleep, but her own secret area let her soak it all in. She could do whatever she wanted.

Right now, the boy virtually amazed her. Every move he made sent a cold shiver down her spine. When she thought his lips brushed past her ear, she could have exploded there on the spot. Dahlia leaned in again, and crashed down her lips. Opening her mouth, making the kiss more heated. She let out another moan; cupping his face. Finally, she let out a breath, it had been so long. Her lips still tingled from the contact of Nathan’s kiss. She loved the way they felt, but most importantly, the fact they were just hers. Blame her for being sappy, huh? She stared at the ground, managing her puppy love sentence, “You have the softest lips,” she felt her cheeks burning, but all in all, in a good way she wouldn’t give up for anything. “I like you, Nathaniel. I really do.” Dahlia rested her redhead on his chest; she wrapped his arms around his neck and slowly listened to his heartbeats. “They’re beating at the same time, can you hear that?” She slowly waited for him to say something. “Seventeen.” He was probably thinking how they were years apart and she was a little girl. “I’m not a little girl, though. I could be yours if I wanted.” These thoughts frustrated her; she was a virgin and was having the time of her life on tour. Yet, people said she was too young for the life on the road. “How old are you?” Dahlia’s hands laced her fingers with his. “Um, so which movie?”

[nathan roberts!]

last night i had a dream about you ,,[/b][/size][/font]
in this dream i'm dancing right beside you

shoulders tensing up and breath reaching a sigh, nathan smiled at her and looked into her eyes. it felt odd to do so, because there was something in it that he never saw in them before. not saying that it wasn't anything bad, it was kind of nice to see. he looked up to her and grinned. "oh- kay then, i am in love with your ass. not because it's round and cute - - because it's yours." as she leaned on his chest, he wrapped his arms across her stomach, his fingers loose across it. it felt good to have dahlia with him. it felt really nice, in particular. he kissed the top of her fiery head and the next thing he knew, she met her lips with his, which he knew and admittedly enjoyed. smiling during the kiss, he unglued their lips and poked her sides. he was still grinning as she started on again. "uhh. i don't know a sexy respond to hi. so i ..." he grinned at her again and kissed her cheek. he made the kiss soft, not hard, and felt the warmth of her cheek against the coldness of his lips. he smiled yet again as he did so. he let go, decided that maybe the lips would be a better place to meet with his. he laid his head against the back of her head and turned it slowly, placing his lips there instead. it was again, lasting only for some seconds, and he turned away at once as he was done, and looked back at her with a goofy grin on his face. his eyes were zoomed into her greenish ones, looking at them with the same 'something' that he saw in hers.

his palms were sweating like a whore in church as she kept silent for a while. nathan had no idea what to do with girls. they made him sweat. and panic. and maybe even faint. because they were obviously unpredictable. it was hard to figure out what they were doing all the time. it's not like he ever had a long time girlfriend, neither has he had a one night stand. all he ever had was millions of puppy love moments. really. nathan raised his hand to his head, his other one resting on her stomach. he was still smiling, and cringed at the next. frowning, he said "yes, i was. why do you want to know?" he looked up, stretching his neck to the heavens and squinting his eyes as she moaned. because that, he didn't like. he hated moans like he hated those chavs in britian he has heard of. especially if they aroused him. because it just wasn't right. he looked back down, shaking his head and widening his eyes. he looked at her questioningly as she put on a jacket. "you don't need that; i'm a good hugger!" he smiled slightly, hugging her tightly, nuzzling his head into her hair. she smelled rather good, and he liked it. he lay his head upon it for a while, trying to rest. "mmhmm ... let's not though," he smiled into her head.

nathan then leaned back, pulling her back too, just by a little. he found her just so oh so special, it was odd. yet that was going on in his head for a long time now. as she kissed him, nathan just let himself go. he leaned forward and went with her flow. opening his mouth but hardly doing anything with his tongue. because maybe, just maybe, that would turn her off. he was cut off by her, as she let it go, just for a breathe. he frowned, and leaned back again. she was just ... wow. nathan couldn't describe it. it was just weird to feel that way. because it was extrememly odd to feel that towards absolutely anyone. and he admitted that: love was strange. the strangest thing that ever landed on earth. but he sort of liked it. he snorted. "are you ever so sure? yours are." nathan gave her another quick kiss, feeling her lips against his. they were irresistable. too irrestistable. they were like candy for a hyperactive little boy. he smiled at her pecking her at her cheek once again. he kissed her ear, and his voiced turned into a low whisper. "i like you even more, dahlia black." he smiled in her ear. and he did like her. really muchly. he loosened his arms, letting her move freely and listened to every word she said, and heard ever breath she took. he smiled (this was definitely a night of smiling) and listened. "... they are, aren't they?" he nuzzled into her hair again, smelling the sweet scent of dahlia. he stopped in his tracks, frowning. "seventeen. yes. of course." too young. way too young. "i'm old ..." he sighed. "twenty one." he frowned again, realizing how agingly old he was. he held her hand, swinging it, and laughed. "i have no idea ... what movie d'you want to watch?"

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[socks]

DAHLIA BLACK,

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if I could look across the country.
from California to new jersey.
then i would count the parks and lake resorts.
and number all the jets and airports.
all those rather dreary rain clouds still bother me.
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Slowly relaxing, she watched his smug grin get replaced by a genuine smile. Nathan seemed to search for something in her eyes each time he looked at her. He was making her smile, which made her happy, which fed the fire inside her. "So you love me?" Dahlia giggled, "well, the only ass, I love is you." She leaned up, and placed her lips on his. Opening her mouth, and letting her tongue wrestle with his. Dahlia's hands trailed from his belt loops to the sides of his face. Her fingers entangled themselves in his lush hair. Pulling his face down, making their kisses more intimate and definitely more heated. Dolly felt him smile during the kiss, and all she could do was let out a whimper. He was making her weak in the knees, and there was nothing she could do about it. She wanted him so bad, no wait, she cared about him. Dahlia Black the cynical one was actually caring about someone. Pulling away, she leaned her head in and nuzzled it into his chest. His lips were soft and just everything she would need. "Nathaniel, when did get this lucky?" Giggling, Dahlia leaned in for a soft peck again.

Thoughts were populating her mind. Her best friend was fighting, to save three lives. Her, his, and her baby's. It seemed unfair, that Katy was combatting, while Dolly was making-out in a car. "Did you know, that I think I'm just the girl for you?" Dahlia smiled and watched him. After her arousing moan, Nathan seemed disturbed and like he was cringing? The redhead always thought she was good with boys; they'd panic around her. But seemed like the higher-power felt like it was time for her to squirm. "Why are you disgusted? Am I ugly?" Slowly, Dahlia felt like getting up, but he seemed to hold onto her. Maybe, he didn't like that she was overpowering. She decided she'd keep thinking that, until compleately satisfied. Suddenly, he was complaining her about her sweater. "Well, maybe I don't need this," she said seductively. Her hands crawled up under his shirt; pulling it over his head."You know, you don't need this." Her attention went to his chest; his sunglowed tan and toned body was kind of a turn-on. Slowly, her attention reverted to a small silver button. It held everything. Dahlia was straddling him; her hands fiddled with the silver button. "Stupid button." She was so frustrated, but feeling his arms around her calmed her down, and still got her hyped. Finally it was undone, she pulled at it.

Suddenly, he pulled her into another soft kiss. She slid her arms up and around his neck, before slowly leaning in for the final task. She sure was being somewhat of a tease tonight. She liked his kisses, they were soft, full, sweet and loving. Plus, they were hers, only hers. "Well, thank you." Smiling, Dahlia hugged a almost-naked Nathaniel. He was so irrestistible. Her hands pulled down his pants, staring at his boxers. Dolly quickly took off all her clothes leaving her only her flimsy undergarment. They weren't difficult barriers to overcome. You just had to pull them off. "I love you, Nathaniel Roberts. I'm ready for you." She cupped his face and kissed his nose. "I think you're outrageously good-looking." He kept his genuine smile; this was a night of smiles and heated kisses. "When they beat in sync, it means we're meant to be." Suddenly, he stopped his kisses. "Twenty-one, well, that's not legal, until next year." She frowned; Dahlia didn't want him going to jail or anything of that matter. But she wanted to love him. "We could date in secret?" Oh well, love was all that mattered. "I love you."

OOC: PLOT IDEA, babe. I think Nathan or Dolly should get a bf/gf and it would so funny. And he should not have sex, because he wants it to be special, kay?"

[nathan roberts!]

looked like everyone was having fun ,,[/b][/size][/font]
the kind of feeling i've waited so long.

the sky looked like it was watching nathan intently as he gazed upon dahlia's light green eyes. he was trying hard not to laugh; that would ruin the moment way too much. breathe reaching a comfortable sigh, he laid his head back, stroking his hand onto hers, holding it tightly then letting it go. "do you really think i wouldn't love you if i was here in this car with you? telling you that i do love you?" nate laughed at her; not in a mocking way, just in a loving way that does show that he liked her. next thing he knew, her mouth fell onto his. he pushed himself down and held her chin in his hand. he followed her lead and opened his mouth, raising his eyebrows and closing his eyes. he smiled again, but felt surprised as they started with the tongues. yes, dolly was being rather aggressive tonight, and she was playing leader. he was a mere follower, but he thanked god for that; he didn't want to be the one to humiliate himself in front of dahlia. she was surprisingly overpowering though, and that made nathan just a slight bit surprised. he knew that dahlia was always loud and leader material, but not in this kind of way. all the same he enjoyed it. nate let go of her chin and put her palms into his hands, holding them tightly and swinging them slightly. as she let go, he grinned at her slightly, leaning back again and letting her lie down on his chest. he once again, pressed his cheek onto the top of her head, breathing on her ear although trying not to tickle her (he gets tickled there a lot, but he tries not to do it to anyone else. nate stroked dahlia's hair with his hand; man was tonight going to be rather weird. for him anyways; he doesn't know about other people, although he betted lots of people like katy peterson would be going around like this a lot. although he respects her, too, no offense to her. "kid me, dahlia; i'm the lucky one." as she leaned in, nate gave her a small kiss, soft and not intimate. just a bit sensitive; he wanted her to breathe some more first.

spinning a lock of dahlia's hair in his finger, nate thought about the four year age difference. which he frowned upon greatly. snapping back into reality, he shook his head. "do you really think so? do you think that i'm the guy for you then? because there's a difference." he smiled at her, pinching her oh-so adorable cheek lightly, not hurting her at all. he wouldn't want that. he grinned at her; smugly again, this time, and adjusted his shoulders so that he would sit up straighter. he felt her squirm on top of him, and he felt surprised again. he gripped her hands together and held them tight, together with his. "what? no, you aren't ugly at all! what do you mean? i'm not disgusted, i don't know where you heard that!" he shook his head, shocked, with raised eyebrows and a red face. he held on to her, sitting up again. it seemed like he was slipping down, for some reason, and as he felt hands under his shirt, he blushed furiously, and his skin seemed to be full of goosebumps. feeling a wave of cold breezes slap him on his bare chest made him feel utterly speechless, worried, anxious, and nervous all at the same time. she was going a bit too far for his liking, but he didn't stop her for a while there; maybe she wouldn't want to do it, but you know, just get each other half naked (which of course, didn't make sense to him either, but he didn't try to stop her just yet). he raised his eyebrows again, still left speechless and motionless, as she fiddled with the small silver button that held his pants upright. which made him experience the most uncomfortable moment that he's ever been in. yes, of course, people have seen him with his pants off, but it was uncomfortable to know that it was in front of the most over powering mood that he has ever seen dahlia in. so by that time, his jeans were over and done with, and he finally had the guts to say something. "uhh, dahlia, i'm not sure ..." he stopped, breathed, and just stared, not knowing what to say. besides, the worried look on his face and his gripped hands already said everything he wanted to say.

her hug was nice, and nate hugged back, except he tried not to hug too tightly; he tended to do that a lot. when all that was left was undergarments, he looked down at his boxers, plastered with yellow rubber ducks and things. a grin molded on his face, thinking that this was the perfect time to wear these. "i love you too, dahlia black," nate decided to ignore the i'm ready for you part; he didn't entirely know what that meant. he blushed even further and kept on smiling. he held her hands, which were cupped on his face, and he lowered them. he placed his hands on her bare stomach, kissing her ear. he played on her stomach, making his hands do the can-can. "i'm not," he frowned. "i'm ugly. i'll borrow your words again and call you outrageously good looking. because you deserve it more than i do." he wasn't the kind of person that would call himself ugly, but at this moment, he did, for some reason. "it's still old; for you, at least." nathan shivered as another cold breeze went over his shoulders. "do you really want to?" nathan hugged her again, secretly trailing his hands towards his shirt, tugging at it as too put it on later on. he didn't want to go back to the caravan without a shirt, that would make people wonder. "i love you more." with a smile, he did say that.

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He was so different. Tonight, he wasn’t Nasty Natey. He wasn’t the self-absorbed guy or the usual shit-head. He was totally into her; he was actually in love with her. Boys in love made them a totally different specimen. They were off-limits and total hotties. It was just so amazing, that this boy was in love with her. As he held onto her, Dahlia felt as if she’d just found a pair of jeans that were made exactly for her. They were definitely meant to be, no denying. “Good, ‘cause I feel the same way.” Feeling her cheeks flush a deep red, Dahlia’s ear began to go hot. Suddenly, their lips met, he held her chin, while her fingers laced a around his hair. They twirled every lock of dark brown. As they lip locked, he followed her lead, except doing it way better. Making Dolly feel uneasy, ‘did he like her kissing?’ She thought to herself. Being seductive was surely difficult.

Age. Age was a mere number in the redhead’s eyes. Well, it used to be, until she met him. This boy was flipping her in different directions and turning her well-organized world into a mess. “Well, we’ll be legal in a month. Plus, you’re worth it, every single moment is worth it.” Settling in with him, seemed real, not some teenybopper fantasy. She wouldn’t have to compete with these fan girls. Dahlia Black was officially his. The one he loved, the one he give his heart to, and the one who’d he have his future with. As he pinched her blushing cheek, Dahlia felt like she was in paradise. She felt him squirm, underneath her as she talked. Her held her hands and stroked his thumb over them swiftly. With a jolt, he defended her. “Um, from you? Do you feel different about me, now? Now, that you’re my boyfriend.” He seemed genuinely shocked. His face was red as apples; so she kissed him to make him feel better. Just resting her lips on his. Soon, her hands removed his shirt entirely. Her lips making a trailing down his chest. Getting on every possible surface. .” Leaning back, she relaxed on his chest, while drawing circles with her fingers on his abdomen. He was the cutest boy; she’d ever got to me. And he was hers. Dahlia just couldn’t get over that fact; he was hers. She instantly threw her arms around him, locking her lips with his. Pulling him further down her mouth, letting her tongue challenge his in a mad-tongue-wrestle-of-love. Her hands touched the bare flesh of his chest. Tracing her fingers around, feeling the firm muscles. He didn’t stop her, as she shed his clothes and hers. “Sure about what?” Raising her eyebrows, she questioned him intently.

As he hugged back, his touch felt so comforting. She stared at his boxers. They had cute yellow ducks on them. “I like those.” Smiling, she stared at her clothes, removing the clasp of her bra. It fell down, revealing herself to Nathaniel. Covering herself, quickly. “I do too.” He blushed at her; his nervousness seemed to calm her down. Dahlia watched him, in one quick movement; he had grabbed her hands and held them. He slowly trailed his hands to her bare stomach. His fingers did a little dance on her abdomen. Giggling, Dolly listened to him. “You are,” her voice hushed down, “too amazing for your own good.” Grinning widely, she kissed him gently on the cheek. “I don’t care, if you’re old, young, fat, I love you.” She graciously hugged his shivering body. Their naked torsos pressing on one another felt so beautiful. “I’ll do anything for you, and I want this.” Smiling she listen closely. “I love you more, too.” With that she slipped her hands in his boxers. Feeling him. Finally pulling them off, to see her surprise.

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today was another day. it was odd. they both weren't acting normal. it was all really strange. for nathan, of course. not sure about dolly though. he felt the difference for sure. not only in dahlia, in himself. it was odd how he thought a woman's brain works. once they feel angry, they're almost deadly. actually, they were deadly all the time - - except, of course when they're either eating something really good or really happy. which made him think; he was definitely making her happy. that made him slap a goofy grin on his face. it looked quite charming on him, and made him look embarrassed. "thank god, then," he smiled, leaning on the car seat once again. the seat was sticking to his sweaty back. it was fine like that, and it was much more comfortable, especially that his thighs were getting squished by dahlia. not that she was heavy or anything, because she's stayed for way too long. it was okay though. nate sighed, making sure not to let dahlia know that he was beginning to feel slightly uncomfortable for pressuring reasons. scratching the back of his head, nathan frowned, still making sure that she wouldn't notice. it was hard, especially if the space you're locked up in is really small. he bit his lip, being so hard that he actually made blood splatter on his now-pale cheek. he wiped it off and looked back at her, blinking. she just looked so joyous, pretty, and almost seductive now, and that was getting a bit tiring slash scary. he was confused, maybe just as confused as she was and probably more. it was definitely hard to please a woman and stay clean at the same time. he stared at her face, the one that was really red and almost looked like it was part of her hair. she was still really beautiful, as he thought. the kiss was just like others that happened just a moment ago, but each time they did, they felt slightly just a bit better each time. which made him feel nice and warm and fuzzy inside, but he just felt something else. he had no idea what the hell was bugging him.

age difference? that was definitely stuck to his head. it was bad. definitely. it was really, really wrong. it would have been so much better if she was a year older - - seventeen sounds so much younger than eighteen to nate, especially with the fact that he was seventeen four years ago and eighteen only three years ago. he didn't make much sense anyways, and he knew that. but dahlia was so wonderfully wonderful that he couldn't possibly stop himself from liking her. he was really starting to sound lovestruck. cupid's been doing some work. when he heard the word 'worth', he blinked and widened his eyes, staring at her in a 'what did you say again?' fashion. it took a second or two to receive the things dahlia said into his brain, and when he finally realized what she just said, he just shook his head and frowned. "are you sure you want to be stuck to me? me? i'm me. seriously. and i'm old," he almost laughed at himself, and he choked on the air. he wasn't sure what was wrong with him. he felt serious when he said that. he shook his head, trying to forget what he said and cuddled her. "of course it's worth it. you're worth forever." he hugged her tight and smiled, trying not to feel bad for not thinking of a better comeback. she was worth way more than forever, really. but he wasn't sure if he could handle being with someone. he knew at once that he may die alone all his life. and he was quite fine with that. but he didn't want to over think, really, not at this moment. he was already thinking why he felt so guilty ... that's when he heard the word boyfriend. he widened his eyes, almost hyperventilating. he made sure dolly didn't noticed, and he shut his eyes tight to concentrate. that's why he was guilty. the word boyfriend rang through his head. he tried to clam himself down and decided not to say anything. well, at least not too much. "n-no, of course n-not! w-what? i-i never called you ugly, d-did i?" he shivered. the air seemed to be laughing at him, really. his shirt was entirely off, and he felt lips land on his chest. it definitely felt nice to have that. there was a lot more coming, and he wanted her to stop for a while. instead, he felt dahlia throw herself at him, making him feel confused and at the same time, happy. he didn't know what to feel, really. he choked again and pushed her gently down, making his tongue win over hers. he felt hands on his chest - - the softest hands he's ever felt. fingers started trailing around, and he decided not to make any complaints just yet. "sure about ... this." he just pointed to themselves, nodding, trying to look confused.

nate decided to laugh a bit. "yeah, that's what everyone who sees them says," he had to admit people have seen him only in his boxers - - not to mention naked - - especially if they've been in the bus early in the morning. this was different. now he was just staring at dahlia who was tugging at one of the two garments that was left on her. it was put on the floor a second later, and he bit his lip, making it bleed again. he closed his eyes tight. "dahlly, face the other way, please," he laughed, blushing at his naive self. he gently turned her around by the shoulders, making her face forward, and he shoved his red-as-apples face into her firey orange hair, embarrassed as hell. he felt her covering herself, and he felt all the more nervous. he felt worse than he did the first time he had to swim in a fifteen feet deep pool - - which he almost drowned from. he let go of her, letting her rest on his bare chest. his forehead was coated by a thin layer of cold sweat, and he decided not to mind his nervousness. the dance on her abdomen ended, and he heard something come out of her mouth, but he smiled and didn't mind it. his cheek was invaded by lips, and he still kept on smiling. he didn't mind anything else she said, but when he felt something press onto him, and heard another thing come out from her mouth, he suddenly felt a smile fade. anything for him. anything? that would be wrong. and she loves him. that felt odd. even though it was said once before, there was something that blocked the love. the fact that they were almost naked, probably. next thing he knew, his boxers were gone. he snapped. he stared at her for a second, and grabbed his boxers, putting them on quickly and scrambling onto the passenger's seat. he breathed in and out, and stared at dahlia once again. "i don't think that - that i want to," he breathed.

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