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Post by micah on Aug 23, 2011 15:31:37 GMT 10
Sitting up, Micah grabbed his shirt and pulled it back over his head before turning to his side and leaning back down to bury his face in Blair's neck. He pushed kisses, with no particular softness or care to them, against her neck and then returned to his spot on the bed. A large, fluffy pillow cradled his head and made him want to just fall asleep and forget Blair was even there. But that was a bit too cruel, wasn't it? She had just put out, after all. And it would make him a bad boyfriend to expect her to just get up and leave, wouldn't it? Not that he particularly cared but for the time being Micah wanted B and that meant being nice enough to keep her. "So, you're like... awesome and stuff." Ahh. A true poet.
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Post by BLAIR LYDIA ALDERIDGE on Aug 23, 2011 21:54:23 GMT 10
 | [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,305,true] Red. That was her colour. Blair sighed inwardly as she curled deeper into the sheets. Micah made sure as often as he could that her colour was red. Not that she could complain. She’d put the offer on the table to him. Made it clear that as long as he made sure she didn’t have to go stag to any event and he got her pretty much when he wanted. He also offered her a good alibi- but Micah wasn’t aware of that and she wasn’t about to let him in on that little secret. Some things were best left unsaid. Bottom line was they both got things they wanted from this relationship. Not to mention major reputation points. Not that either needed it, but they were both considered hot commodity.
Rolling her eyes at his kisses, Blair uncurled herself. The girl waited for him to roll off her before sitting up herself. Clutching the sheet to her as she searched his floor for her clothes. Or really anything to put on. Finding a wife-beater that at least looked clean, Blair picked it up and after the smell check (what, he was a boy. Boy’s don’t wash things), Blair slipped it on. She then found her underwear and slipped that on too before getting out of the bed. Ignoring his comment, Blair moved over to his dresser where she had left her hand-bag. First she checked her phone (no messages), then she pulled out her lip-gloss and started to re-apply. “Do you want to order Chinese or something? I’m starved.”
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Post by micah on Aug 24, 2011 16:15:52 GMT 10
Typical. Of course Blair didn't give a damn whether or not Micah was nice to her. He was lucky though considering he laugh he stifled when she claimed she was starving. Hadn't he just said she would get fat not even two hours ago? And now she wanted food. Immature, a grin spread across Micah's face before he rolled off the bed to pick up his belt from the floor and lace it back through the loops in his pants. Turning to look at the girl as he buckled it back up, Micah let his shoulders roll in a lazy shrug. "Chinese, I guess. Toss me my phone." He waved a hand at the nice touch screen phone he coveted sitting on the charger next to where Blair had dropped her handbag. Calling out for food was just so much easier than going to get it himself. Blair would have to deal with not leaving, not that Micah was sure she wanted to. "You sure about this whole green thing, B? I mean, that bitch is just going to tear you a new one for doing it. Everyone knows the truth. You're with me. Even if you could have fooled them before you couldn't now." Tooting his own horn, once again, Micah moved to pick up the blanket that was on his bed and put it back in it's place before flopping back down on top of it. "I mean, I'm pretty sure at least one of your friends has walked in on us."
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Post by BLAIR LYDIA ALDERIDGE on Aug 25, 2011 8:28:36 GMT 10
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,305,true] It wasn’t that she didn’t care if he was nice to her. It was just... She didn’t need obligatory post naked affection. If she was under the impression that they were actually in love or whatever then maybe she’d expect it, but she knew better than that. Coating her lips in gloss, Blair looked at Micah through the mirror, rolling her eyes. Screwing the cap back on her gloss, she tossed it back into her bag then tossed Micah his phone- landing somewhere on the bed. “Make sure you order the steamed Dim-sim, last time you only got egg-rolls, gross.” Still looking in the mirror, she started to fix her hair. God, couldn’t he at last try to not mess up her hair? Ass hole.
“And yes. I am sure.” Brushing some hair from her face, she peered in closer at her skin. Gross, was that a pimple? “That bitch has been giving my friends and I crap for years now and I’m sick of it. God, don’t you even care she called your girlfriend a slut?” Turning away from the mirror, and raised an eyebrow at Micah. Wasn’t that the sort of thing he should care about? Screwing your own boyfriend didn’t make you a slut or whatever... Screwing someone that wasn’t your boyfriend did. Damn. She hated Hot Lips for being right. Even if she (or he?) didn’t even know it.
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Post by micah on Aug 25, 2011 15:37:39 GMT 10
"All I'm saying is - if you go to that party and wear green you're just showing that troll that you care. If you wear red and own it whoever it is might stop picking on you." And, if he were being truthful, Micah didn't want his name tacked up all over that place for lying. Some of the stuff Hot Lips posted was seriously damaging to the reputation. Micah always wanted to be on top and he didn't want to give anyone reason to question him. And he had to do all of that without acting like he cared. "You are a slut. It's part of the reason I like you," Micah teased, that grin once again splayed across his face. He picked his phone off the bed where Blair tossed it and scrolled through his contacts, looking for the Chinese place he had saved. Within the minute the phone was pressed to his ear and he was making their order, making sure to let Blair hear him order an extra egg roll. "Will you stop?" Micah asked when he finally hung up the phone. "Seriously, you look fine. Just sit down or something. You're wigging me out with all the gloss and fluffing and whatever."
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Post by BLAIR LYDIA ALDERIDGE on Aug 27, 2011 10:26:24 GMT 10
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,305,true] Micah was an ass. Blair was already well aware of that, so his behaviour didn’t really surprise her too much. Shaking her head, Blair sent him a glare as he ordered extra egg-rolls. He could eat those all himself, then he’d be the one getting fat... Was she really fat? Blair glanced down at herself and contemplated her shape. She wasn’t anywhere near fat, and while she ate more than she probably should, she was active enough to keep in shape. Though, she didn’t actually do much to define her muscles aside from jogging when she needed to clear her mind. Lifting her top, Blair poked her stomach. While it wasn’t pudgy, it wasn’t exactly firm. Eh. Whatever. Girls were supposed to be all soft and stuff right?
At his next comment, Blair rolled her eyes dramatically. “Well excuse me for liking to look nice.” She turned back to the mirror and ran her fingers through her hair one final time before grabbing her phone from her bag, and moving back to the bed. “Maybe if you didn’t have such an obsession with messing up my hair, I wouldn’t have to.” She shot him a teasing smirk before flopping down on the bed, beside him. Checking again for any messages or missed calls. Though, she already knew there wasn’t.
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Post by micah on Sept 5, 2011 12:51:27 GMT 10
Micah watched Blair as she poked and prodded at her stomach. He shouldn't have been amused but he couldn't help it. Did she take him seriously? His teasing was mean, yes, but it wasn't truthful. Maybe he should be less cruel, he thought to himself momentarily. Before even allowing the thought to fully register, Micah caught himself chuckling under his breath. Okay, so much for that. But at least he didn't really think she was fat. Not that he'd ever say that to her, of course. As soon as Blair dropped back into the bed, Micah rolled over and draped an arm around her. It was a trap. Both so he could keep her from getting up and looking in the mirror again and so he could snake a hand up the back of her head to tussle her hair as if she were a little kid. What a jackass. "You look hot when you're messy. Besides, it's not like someone is randomly going to show up in my room demanding you to look perfect."
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Post by BLAIR LYDIA ALDERIDGE on Sept 5, 2011 14:17:46 GMT 10
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,305,true] Sometimes Blair wondered why she put up with Micah. He was kind of a huge jerk to her most of the time. When they were around other people, She laughed off his teasing or threw an insult back at him to make it seem like she was okay with it. But to be perfectly honest sometimes she wished he’d just stop for once and actually treat her like he actually liked her... He did like her didn’t he? Blair had to assume that he did, because it wasn’t like Micah didn’t have options in terms of who he could date. If he didn’t like Blair he would have simply broke it off. She had to assume that he was just a jerk all around. I mean, she had already known that, but she’d kind of hoped he’d be at least a little tender to his girlfriend. Not that she treated him any differently than she did a friend (besides being his personal booty call). Well, she probably had nothing to complain about really.
Feeling the arm snake up her back to mess with her hair, Blair let out a small yell that dissolved in laughter. “You are such an asshole!” She told him, as she turned to face him, pulling her hair from his grasp as she did. Eyes twinkling mischievously, She reached up to grab his wrist. She then started to poke him in the stomach. “Oh look..” she crooned teasingly as she poked the soft part of his stomach. “Who’s the fatty now Micah? Huh?”
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