Fight For Me

Day 2:  prompt “with a kiss you can strip me defenseless.”

It’s been two years since Lucas picked Maya.

Maya came over one night crying her blue eyes out. I’ve never seen her cry so much. She feared that Lucas was going to pick me instead of her, and I knew he was because that same night he confessed his love to me and I did the same. My heart exploded with fireworks, but all of the bliss I felt disappeared when I saw devastation written all over Maya’s face. She didn’t need to be rejected by another guy in her life. First her father, then my uncle Josh, if I could prevent it. I wasn’t going to let there be a third time. So two years ago, I told Lucas he needed to choose her over me.

It’s been painful to watch them together. A small piece of my heart shatters away every time I watch as they shared a moment, but the piece would repair when Lucas and I would blindly share a moment. Within those two years, I kept the as much distance as I could. I needed to if I wanted to fall out of love with Lucas Friar. I stopped going with them to Topanga’s after school to do homework. I stop going to movies or dinner with any of them. I stopped seeing any of them outside of school.

So, when my dad discussed the idea of us possibly getting a foreign exchange student I thought maybe I could get into a foreign exchange program. I took majority of my summer to convince both of my parents it was a good idea. It proved to be difficult since I chose to spend my summer hours away in Philadelphia. So I mailed letters, emailed power points to them and whenever we video chatted it was almost as if it was a video conference. I needed this to work out, I needed time away from everyone to heal.

When summer was finally coming to an end, I had given up any hope of going. My parents are some tough nuts to crack. When there is only a week left of summer, I knew it was time to go back to New York. I was dreading it. I hadn’t seen or talked to anyone. I was running away from them, so I thought it was right to keep to myself. I took the train back home and my parents were there waiting, both of them wearing huge grins. They said they had a surprise.

The whole way home I can feel the anticipation growing. I know what I’m hoping the surprise would be, but I don’t want to get too excited just yet. When my dad finally pulls into the parking garage, I was sure I was going to lose it. They wear the same grins as we get out and walk into the building and to our apartment.

When we get inside, there are new purple suitcases with a big bow on them. This was their way of telling me I was going to be sending my first semester of junior year in England. They made all the arrangements already. I can’t help but bounce up and down with excitement.

It’s been two days since I’ve been back, and the only person who has come to see me since I’ve been gone is Farkle. I didn’t want to tell anyone about me going England, but eagerness I felt didn’t let me keep in a secret. I told me, and he begged me not to go. I thought if anyone was going support me it would be him, but I was wrong. I made him promise me not to tell anyone, before I told him to leave.

A few more days go by. I maneuver around my room trying to do all of the last minute packing I have to do when a soft knock on my window stops me from moving across my room. When I look over, I see Farkle standing there with sad eyes. I stay frozen in my spot staring back at him. I know why he I here. He’s the only one that knows I leave tomorrow.

“Please unlock the window Riley,” his voice is muffled by the think piece of glass separating the two of us. I drag my feet across my cold floor to the bay window and hover my hand over the lock. “Please,” he says softly.

I stare into his eyes, and I can see them pleading me to open up. If I do, he’ll just convince me not to leave but it’s something I need to do. So instead of unlocking the window, I draw the curtains shutting him out. I don’t want to see anyone in the group right now.

I continue to move about grabbing my belongings and placing them into my suitcases. I’m excited to leave. I still haven’t told anyone I’m going to England for the semester. Not ten minutes after I pushed Farkle away, I hear another knock at my window. This time the knock it more impatient.

“I thought you’d get the hint I needed to be alone Farkle,” I say as I saunter to my covered window. I pull the curtains back and my eyes go wide. I met by green eyes that have always made me weak in the knees.

“Please let me in.” I don’t hesitate to reach for the lock. I have no self-control when it comes to him. He’s almost like a drug and whenever I can have a taste. I’m going to. “I needed to see you,” he says pulling himself through the window. “You’ve been gone all summer, and I knew you’d have to be here since school starts tomorrow.” He looks around my room and his eyes land on my bed, “Where are you going?”

“Away,” I say under my breath. “Wh-what,” I swallow the lump in my throat, “what are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be with Maya?”

He stares at me trying to lock eyes with me, but I keep my eyes locked down on my hands. “Maya and I aren’t together anymore. We ended everything at the beginning of summer. You would have known if you were around.”

“I needed to get away, especially after-“

“After I kissed you on the last day of school,” he cuts me off and I nod my head.

“You shouldn’t have done that,” I whisper still not lifting my gaze.

“Look at me please,” he put his two fingers under my chin puling my head up. “I can see it in your eyes how hurt you are.”

Tears start to fill my eyes as a menacing laugh escapes my lips, “Of course I’m hurt Lucas! You picked Maya over me!”

“You told me to!” he shouted.

His tone sends a shiver down my body, “And you listened.” I whisper. “You didn’t object the idea once.” A single tear falls down my cheek, “I wanted you to fight for me, but instead you didn’t. I watched as you and Maya shared kisses, laughs, everything that you were supposed to be sharing with me.” More tears escape, “I thought you would fight for me, but you didn’t.”

“I didn’t know I had a choice. I didn’t want to hurt you Riley.”

I brush the tears away, “And how did that work out for you.”

“I love you, Riley,” he says so softly and sincere.

Silence fills the air before I finally speak up, “I think you need to go Lucas. I have to finish up here.”

“I’m guessing I won’t see you tomorrow,” I nod for confirmation. “Will I see you soon?” I shake my head, “Where are you going?”

“I’m going to England.” His eyes go wide. “I need this.”

He wastes no time in embracing me into a hug. I don’t fight, I sink into his hug and I wish I could stay here forever. He pulls away a little and his green eyes meet my brown ones. His face is so close to mine, that I can feel his breath on my lips. It’s taking everything inside of me not to close the gap between us, but he tries to.

“I can’t,” I whisper before his lips can touch mine.

“Please, just once last kiss.”

I pull away shaking my head. “I can’t Lucas. You don’t understand what your kisses do to me. With a kiss you can strip me defenseless, and with you I already have none. I’m scared If I let you kiss me, you’ll ask me to stay and I will.”

His eyes are still locked on mine, “How long will you be gone?”

“Until I feel like my heart is safe from you.”

“If you give me a chance, I can prove to you that I’m worth it. That your heart doesn’t need protecting from me,” his eyes are pleading with me.

“I think you really should leave,” I say lightly pushing him towards to window.

He starts to climb out, and once he finally is he sticks his head in, “I’m going to wait for you Riley Matthews. I made the mistake once of not fighting for you I won’t do it again.”

I try my best to hide small smirk my lips form. “Bye Lucas.”

Once he pulls his head through, I close the window and close the curtains. I know it’s now safe to let my Smiley Riley smile loose. That’s all I ever wanted him to do was fight for me, and it feels good to know that he will even with me being so far way. 

Two Belles.  I am sorry Emma Watson but I suck at drawing real peoples.

I am split in pieces about the live action version.  On one hand the original was already pretty perfect, on the other it will be nice to see the extra material they will squeeze in and the detail in the settings and costumes etc. that just wasn’t possible in animation in the late 80s/early 90s.   Aaaaand on the third hand there was that interview recently where they are now suggesting LeFou is gay which seems pretty fricken insulting to make the “crazy one” the gay one.  I mean come on.  Token much?  If anyone was gay it would be Belle growing up in a small town where she repeatedly talks about not belonging there and wanting to leave.  Is it just me because I grew up in a small provincial town, too, and watched close up friends and family members struggle with being the “only gay in the village” and making sure NOBODY KNEW except the few they could trust and always living in a vague fear WHAT IF the wrong people found out and always yearning to just leave to a bigger town where they could meet other gay people and others who understood? All the while trying to hide from random people who kept asking “why don’t you date that Gaston guy, he’s a handsome fellow”. Oh boy.  Come on, Disney, you are better than this.  You want to gay represent do it properly.  

Dan Stevens is admittedly a cutie but I would 100% watch the movie, go to the cinema, get a hueg popcorn, get the blu-ray, get the merchandise and support your endeavour if you had instead cast a girl as the Beast.   Now that you have said that the village idiot is the token gay representation and you act like that’s a good thing I’m very unlikely to pay to see this film because that’s just pathetic.

anonymous asked:

do you ever get annoyed that ppl ask you random questions about kayla that have nothing to do with you? bc it would drive me mental idddksksksk

ehhh its not my favorite bc im not a messenger for kayla just zoë who happens to be friends with kayla

my boyfriend and i swapped computers because he got sick of me complaining about how my little acer couldn’t handle my cintiq :P  his computer is custom-built with lots of RAM and memory and it was super sweet of him to offer, but it meant i had to reinstall everything on his computer and i’ve lost all my manga studio settings lol.  doodled my dumb blond babby to try and get used to new computer & having clip art rather than manga studio.

controllerhorse  asked:

*Takes Pastel's glasses and quickly smooches her on the cheek before lightly jogging away.*

Pastel: What….j–… I have so many questions… H-hey My glasses!


Mod: Sorry I haven’t been posting much And they aren’t really questions.. I will try to answer actual questions and such. Also, Im going to be answering asks for Milk Tea now