- its not hard to dream

[chelsea anamaria de torres]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image: url(http://www.swimchick.net/resources/textures/newtextures/text13.jpg); border: solid 5px #d6d6d6; width: 300px; -webkit-border-radius: 50px 4px 50px 4px; -moz-border-radius: 50px 4px 50px 4px; line-height:85%; margin-top: 5px] i was chasing down the feeling i get when i touch the sky chelsea laid sprawled across her bed, her kitten curled into a ball on top of her chest. the white little furball, fondly dubbed "mittens," was purchased a few weeks ago, after she insisted that her boss get a pet to mellow him out. there was no doubt that terry could be a little... intense sometimes, and she figured having a cute little kitty around would help him get in touch with his sweet side just a little more, and maybe he wouldn't be so angry all the time. chelsea couldn't really give him too much crap for it though, because he seemed to be a lot nicer to her than he was to most other people. she attributed it to the fact that the two had been sleeping together since... well, quite honestly, since about the time she got the job. but besides the benefits, they were also friends. pretty damn good friends, she'd say; she didn't often keep her boys around for very long, but terry was someone that she never seemed to get sick of. no matter how much they fought around the office, or fooled around in the office... she'd always have a smile on her face whenever he came around. and hell, she wanted him to smile more too, so she opted to get terry's cat's sibling. needless to say, the two needed to have kitty play dates as often as possible, which was honestly just an excuse chelsea used to invite him over. her studio apartment wasn't very big, but it was enough for her; after all, she wasn't home much. and she wasn't the tidiest girl in the world, the clothes and cat toys scattered across the floor were evidence of that. she didn't feel the need to impress anyone though, least of all terry. she had learned that it didn't really matter what her apartment looked like, because guys honestly didn't care about anything but the bed in the corner of her studio... which was honestly the only thing she kept neat. chelsea sat up in her bed, mittens slipping into her lap, still fast asleep. she picked up her phone and sent a quick tweet to terry, asking him to come over - and to bring his kitten too, so it didn't look like a booty call. mittens had been lonely all day anyways, with chelsea spending over twelve hours at the studio. if she didn't love her job, and adore her bosses, it would have been awful but, honestly, work was more of a home to her than her house was. the only thing here for her was mittens and her next door neighbor, and elderly jewish lady who she occasionally brought food over in an attempt to be neighborly, just like her grandmother had always taught her to do. she waited a couple moments, and her phone light up almost immediately. she grinned as she read his response... she was getting terry, a kitten, and chinese food. yes, he sure knew how to please her. that was the best part about this whole arrangement; their friendship was still evident, even when they were flirting like crazy, or sneaking off at work to make out in the storage closet. it may have been based off of sex and chemistry, but eventually they had formed an actual bond that chelsea couldn't seem to break. normally when things got this way with flings, she'd tell them she couldn't see them anymore and simply drop out of their lives. but terry was her boss, and she couldn't just quit her job, and besides, she didn't feel smothered when she was around him. maybe it was because they were so much alike, both afraid of commitment, both not looking to settle down any time soon. there was no fear of the future when she was around him, because she knew that they didn't really have one. there weren't any labels in their future, even if they did occasionally go to dinner or were each other's dates to different functions in the industry. after a few more minutes had passed, she picked mittens up and set him down on the pillow, and walked to the fridge. you would have assumed she was a bachelor by the contents; condiments, take out containers, a bottle of wine. she pulled the latter out of the fridge, reaching for wine glasses set on the table beside her. she brought them to the living room table and set them down, pushing some of her clean laundry off of the couch and into a laundry basket on the floor - she had intended to fold those today. "alright terry, hurry up." she mumbled to herself, removing the cork from the bottle to pour herself a glass. she swirled it around for a moment, and then took a sip, examining her apartment for the first time in a few days. she really needed to get this place cleaned up, so she could start doing freelance portraits indoors again. at one point in time she was running a side business out of her apartment, but eventually work got to be too much, and she didn't want to piss anyone off by paying more attention to her own business rather than work's. she heard footsteps coming up the stairs - oh the joy of cheap los angeles apartments - and another wide grin crossed her face. soon she'd have food in her belly and a cute boy to talk to, and life would go back to being perfect once more. LIZZ - 925 - THIS SUX

[TERRY ALFIE RINGER]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(); width: 457px; padding-top: 30; padding-bottom: 30; -moz-border-radius: 35 35 35 35; -webkit-border-radius: 35 35 35 35;] hi i can tell just what you want. terry was not a relationship man. the furthest thing terry got to a relationship was when he fucked a girl for over a month, but that was no strings attached. terry didn’t even know how to ask a girl out. but here he was, working in his office until he received a text from chelsea. chelsea was different to terry. he wouldn’t call her his “girlfriend” just as much as she wouldn’t call him her “boyfriend”, they were just. something. he looked at the text, his eyes straining from the sudden difference of the bright glare of the computer to the even brighter glare of his iphone. “fuck sakes,” he mumbled to himself. he really needed to leave soon. all it simply said was for him to bring his cat, bernard over, which meant that chelsea also wanted chinese food. terry sighed to himself and texted back ‘okay, i’ll be there soon.’ and went on his work, editing photos until his eyes almost felt like they were going to melt out of his head. terry didn’t want to bring his cat over, not really. he knew it would make chelsea happy, though, to see their two cats play with one another. it was true that terry loved his cat, because his cat was soft and warm and always purred when he scratched the tuft of fur underneath his orange chin. besides, all of terry’s lay seemed to love the cat because of how affection. like father, like cat. it seemed to terry that chelsea simply did this to melt the hard core inside of him, to make him a softer person. nicer and gentler. maybe he had become sort of nicer in the time from purchasing the cat to now, but maybe it was because of how excited chelsea got and how she sent terry a million of phone pictures of mittens and how she demanded some of bernard in return. if anyone had saw them outside of their outside, outside of the fights and the making out in the supply closet, someone would’ve thought that maybe, finally, more was developing. that the infamous duo of sleeping with people and tossing them to the side finally found their equal. that wasn’t the case, though. terry knew deep down it would never be the case. terry would soon leave the studio thirty minutes later, giving some photos to zeppelin and saying goodbye to her. he took his sweet time going home, about fifteen minutes away from the studio. maybe he liked teasing chelsea bit by bit. taking too long to go home, taking forever to get chinese, slipping his sweet and sour chicken inside of her rice while she went to the bathroom. his apartment wasn’t something to gawk out. everything was clean, despite what people might think of terry. he opted to always keep his workplace and home clean, just in case a case of unexpected and unannounced of sex seemed to happen and terry really hated having sex in a mess. he dreaded it. walking over to his bed, he stroked bernard awake, feeling the cat’s nose press against his fingers and bite him out of attention. “ow, you fucker,” terry harshly whispered, but smiled as bernard licked his wound in an apology of sorts. “yeah, you should lick my hand for letting you stay with me.” bernard simply purred and terry picked him up and tucked him underneath his arm. terry brought his usual packed overnight bag for whenever chelsea invited him over, expecting the same chain of events to happen as they always did. bernard felt heavy and warm in his hand, his tiny body puffing in and out air. “go back to sleep, bud. it might be a while.” he simply said to his cat, and then felt like an idiot for even striking up conversation with his cat. terry got into his car with bernard in his lap, curled warmly and his tiny orange body a heavy weight on terry’s lap. he took out his phone and simply texted, ‘chinese, bernanrd, and me in twenty.’ and sent chelsea the text message without a second thought. maybe it seemed like chelsea and terry were finally getting somewhere. developing after years of working with one another. it wasn’t that terry was worried if it worked out or not. he didn’t spend his time rolling around in bed, the thoughts rattling around his braid. he wasn’t some thirteen year old girl with a crush on someone so out of their league. terry and chelsea simply struck up a deal of sorts, albeit no one even talked about the deal, that they would be there for one another. chelsea was always terry’s date to photo events that they both had to go to. they relied on one another on friendship and on the desperate need for sex. terry wouldn’t write chelsea off like another warm body for his relationship issues. chelsea was reliable and she was nice to him. they would always run back to one another, whether it were fighting or kissing, and be with one another. they were each other’s safety net. yes, terry sometimes did take chelsea out and sometimes, rarely, he would opt to stay at her place and watch a movie with her and go home and just sleep. sometimes he needed a break from the exciting life he lead. terry didn’t know if they had future, probably not, and deep down it would send an ache of pain through his bones as he thought about it, but he would quickly close off all feelings to such things that would concern that. future or not, he had chelsea now. terry got the chinese food, pork fried rice for chelsea and sweet and sour chicken for himself, and drove to chelsea’s place. he hated that stupid place only because the elevator always seemed to be shut down and terry hated to walk up so many flights of stairs that he realized it would be best to quit smoking soon because it felt like he would run a marathon after. “you get to see your brother soon,” terry mumbled to bernard as he was placed in the passenger seat. terry didn’t want to bring his bullshit cage with him, because that would provide extra weight and terry was lazy enough as is and probably wouldn’t have carried it up anyway. terry placed the chinese bag on the floor of the passenger seat bag, watching his cat shove his tiny head in the bag and inspect what was going on and what was in the bag. walking up these stairs would be the death of terry. he lugged the bag of soup and their entrees and some eggrolls, and bernard was curled up in his other hand, careful not to fall. terry knew chelsea’s place was a mess, which always made terry feel a need to clean up, but he rarely acted upon it. terry reached chelsea’s door, silently hoping her jewish neighbor wouldn’t come outside because she always said how skinny terry was and how those holes in his ears would bite him in the ass one day. he would just smile and laugh and then realized how much he still hated adults, and send her on her merry way. he placed the bag of chinese food down and fished out the key to chelsea’s apartment from his pocket. opening the door, he almost wanted to laugh at how terrible the placed look. “wine, huh? what’s the fancy occasion?” terry asked with a small lift in his mouth as he picked up the chinese food and went inside. he placed bernard down by the bed next to mittens and went to chelsea setting the chinese down. “you know, you’re too young to drink this,” terry said with a mock in his voice as he took her glass away and smiled at her, cocky as ever. 1, 319 , chelsea , this is so rambly omg sorry :c

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[chelsea anamaria de torres]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image: url(http://www.swimchick.net/resources/textures/newtextures/text13.jpg); border: solid 5px #d6d6d6; width: 300px; -webkit-border-radius: 50px 4px 50px 4px; -moz-border-radius: 50px 4px 50px 4px; line-height:85%; margin-top: 5px] i was chasing down the feeling i get when i touch the sky sometimes she felt pathetic that she constantly relied on terry as a cure to her boredom, but she reminded herself that he really did enjoy her company, so she wasn't really hurting anyone. besides, she figured he was still sitting at work, getting frustrated over the infinite tasks that went along with being the head photographer. one day she hoped to get some kind of promotion, but then she'd look at how tired terry always seemed to be, and how he'd stay at work later than she ever would... and she figured it was best if she stay away from the management field. besides, she wasn't suited for organization, the mess surrounding her was evidence of that. she hoped he wouldn't be crabby from work when he arrived, although she was good at getting people into good moods quick. mittens softly meowed from the bed, apparently chasing something in his sleep... and she realized she really needed to start spending more time with him. hell, she was tempted to start bringing him to work. she could always hide him under her desk, right? besides, zeppelin and terry could never, ever get legitimately mad at her, right? of course not. after all, she could always sweet talk terry, or bribe him with another steamy hookup in the dark room. and well, zeppi was a girl, and what girl could deny an adorable little kitten? as long as he didn't start scratching up the carpets or peeing on anyone's stuff, that was. she looked up at the boy standing in the doorway, hands full of food and a cat that seemed to adore terry more than she did. she was glad she had finally just given him a key to her apartment, so that she would no longer have to get up to let him in, or get up and lock the door after he left in the mornings. besides, now she could use him as her official cat sitter if she ever went out of town, although she'd never ask terry to do that for her. "i just wanted a drink." she shrugged, lifting the glass to her lips as terry set bernard down with mittens. soon enough, mittens would realize his friend was here and would either pounce on him, or start licking his head... more than likely a mixture of both, he was an indecisive cat after all. chelsea crossed her legs beneath her, making herself a little more comfortable before terry reappeared in front of her. "too young? pfft. didn't say that last time you bought me a drink." she retorted, standing up to reach for the glass that he had taken away from her. if there was one thing she couldn't stand, it was being told no - something her parents did constantly when she was younger, giving her some sort of complex when it came to being denied things. for some reason being banned from something made her more inclined to do it, even if she knew it would hurt her, or would be bad for her in the end. that's how she ended up breaking her arm when she was in 2nd grade, after being told she wasn't allowed to stand on the monkey bars. she heard some scurrying in the corner of the room, no doubt the kittens had both woken up enough to realize there was someone here to play with them, and off they went tearing up chelsea's apartment, getting into trouble. she couldn't be too mad at mittens for scratching at her things though; he wouldn't do it if they were picked up, and after all, it was just stuff. her and terry differed in that way; it was hard to make chelsea angry, she didn't find much value in hatred or jealousy or being mad in general. sometimes that made people dislike her more, because girls would try to fight with her but chels would just brush it off. that was, of course, until you crossed the line, and that's when chelsea would snap, and crush you like a bug. of course that rarely happened, because she was good at removing herself from situations that she didn't really want to be in. it was curious why she found herself enjoying the company of someone so hot-headed, but she had found it was easier to get along with him than she had originally thought. when she first started working at urban photography, she actually didn't like terry very much. after a few days though, this distaste turned into some kind of love-hate attraction, and now she seemed to be literally addicted to his company. it wasn't just because he was easy on the eyes, or the skill of his tongue, or how he teased her just enough to make her crazy, but not go over the edge. there was just something about him that made her love to be around him, and he seemed to be around more and more these days. chelsea took a step closer to him, closing the distance between their two bodies. she loved being close to him, even if it was while clothed and play fighting. "mind giving that back?" she purred, putting an arm around his neck to draw his face close to hers. she kissed him softly, her other arm reaching around to grab the glass from him mid lip-lock. she quickly pulled away, bringing the wine with her, and sat back down on the couch, a smug smile planted firmly on her face. "are you going to sit down and tell me how your day was, or...?" she patted the couch next to her while lifting the glass to her lips, downing whatever was left in it so that if he decided to take it away once more, well, no loss. while waiting for him to break out the food (she would never eat before him, not if he was the one to purchase it) she poured him a glass, and filled hers back up again, hoping he wouldn't dare take it away once more. she handed him the glass, noting that half of the bottle was already gone. well, it was time to go grocery shopping anyways. LIZZ - 1035 - IM RUSTY )':

[TERRY ALFIE RINGER]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(); width: 457px; padding-top: 30; padding-bottom: 30; -moz-border-radius: 35 35 35 35; -webkit-border-radius: 35 35 35 35;] hi i can tell just what you want. it wasn’t uncommon to see chelsea and terry always together. when terry stayed over, he would offer to drive chelsea to work and even splurge on getting her coffee, even if she did have to bed for it. terry was a workaholic in ways. in ways that if terry stopped working and started to think, he would think of his mother. he would think of how many fights in school he gotten into, and how his grandmother bought his first camera. terry stayed late into the hours because he also wanted to show that he was the best at what he could do. zeppelin might’ve been his boss, but terry tried to excel above all others. terry wasn’t the greatest boss ever, either. zeppelin and him always butted heads because terry would be lazy on catching up with people because he would be too busy with himself. it showed that terry was hiding from his demons in his work, and many people didn’t know about his life, he didn’t want anyone to know. if someone ever tried to ask, terry would shrug and simply say it was the same as everyone else’s, only he got more pussy than the average male should and could. terry’s past brought forth present problems. his fierce attitude, how he felt too much of one emotion, how he was hot headed and could never keep himself from a biting remark. sometimes terry would lay at night and wonder what would happen if he were a bit okay, if his mother tended for him, if his father was home for him. it all would blend away into a blur before he would fall asleep, and terry would lock it away from a further memory possessing him. terry smiled as chelsea explained that she wanted a drink. bernard and mittens would soon attack each other and terry hoped that they would at least play nicely. he hated having to look after his cat, but he knew his cat would have to be a fighter if it was raised by himself. terry admired the long stretch of chelsea’s neck as she tilted her head for a drink. he could make out the faded hickey on the juncture of her neck and shoulder, the faded purple sneaking out in a silent remembrance and terry licked his lips distractingly before looking at chelsea’s eyes again. “you just wanted a drink, huh?” terry mocked to her, smiling softly. he liked teasing chelsea. to play games with her and watch as she would soon break underneath it. that’s what terry liked most of all when it came between him and women. the fact that he was powerful enough to break them down so slowly and when they broke, they would need him more than they ever thought they did. terry raised the glass higher as she reached, laughing quietly. “well, that’s because i was horny and i wanted a blowjob after you finished your drink, which i did get.” he said back, his voice flirtatious and challenging. eventually two would begin to play at this game, the chase of preadtor and prey. terry knew chelsea hated hearing the word ‘no’, he could see it in her features during work when she got denied something she was waiting to do so badly. terry liked to poke at her pet peeves, to make them open wounds until a level was reached where she was raw and exposed and terry would find her at her most beautiful in the moment. where she would slightly blush and her jaw would clench till he knew her bone ached and her teeth hurt. it seemed as if everything was tightly knit up and one more comment would make her explode, and terry found her at her most beautiful when she was coming down from an explosive argument, when she looked vulnerable and tender. terry looked over to where the two cats were playing around. a blur of white and orange mingling as their tiny paws thwarted at one another and soon they would be licking at each other, and eventually fall asleep. if mittens and bernard had been acting like this, terry would put them in one of the rooms where no one used it. he hated seeing messes and he hated finding scratches, even though bernard scratched his couch up some, but he flipped the pillow and all was okay. terry was hot headed and his temper was as quick as gas when fire reached it and an explosion reached. terry didn’t have any regrets when he fought either. he didn’t say sorry for anything he said, because he knew the truth would come out when he was most angry, and he hated lying. he hated lying more than anything. chelsea was mellowed out, except when someone tried crossing her and putting a fight up against her, terry saw it multiple times. terry got into fights all the time. rarely were they physically, but most of the time, they were verbal. terry would yell and prove his point, because he knew he was right majority of the time. head strong and stubborn were terry’s vices and most girls who slept with him would ask if he really were that hot headed as everyone says. he was, terry couldn’t lie. he was a manwhore and he had the shortest temper possible, but he stood up for what he believed in. it was odd to see terry and chelsea together, especially because one was so calm and collected while the other was too much and messy and was quick to snap or make a hurtful remark. it made them balance off, that terry made chelsea more fierce, while chelsea made terry more subdued and calm. terry looked down at chelsea, their bodies pressed together. he looked down at her and hooked his other arm around his waist loosely as she placed his on her neck. terry kissed her back softly, lips pressed firmly together until she pulled away quickly. terry sighed and gave chelsea a mock face as she smiled smugly at him. “why? we were together the whole day. i’m just fucking tired right now,” terry said as he planted himself down on the couch. he began to bring out the food and place the chopsticks and spoons he got from the store on the table. he grabbed his chicken and opened the container and began to eat. “eat, i bought this for you.” terry smiled through a mouth full of chicken, and washed it down with some wine from the glass. he looked at chelsea and placed his hand securely on her thigh. “missed me?” 1, 108 , chelsea , aw they're so cute c:

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[chelsea anamaria de torres]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image: url(http://www.swimchick.net/resources/textures/newtextures/text13.jpg); border: solid 5px #d6d6d6; width: 300px; -webkit-border-radius: 50px 4px 50px 4px; -moz-border-radius: 50px 4px 50px 4px; line-height:85%; margin-top: 5px] i was chasing down the feeling i get when i touch the sky embarrassment was something that chelsea rarely felt, and whenever details of her past relations with people were brought up, she shrugged it off. she was never one to kiss and tell, she found it tacky and rude. what she did behind closed doors as her business and hers alone, and so when time came for girl talk or gossip about the boys in her life, chelsea clammed up. she was never sure when whatever information she spilled would be used against her, so she opted to keep her conquests a secret. she wasn't used to them being brought up in general, and she couldn't help but to laugh as terry explained why he let her get away with her last drink. it was true, there was no reason to blush or feel weird about it. she had learned through experience that terry was blunt, and never sugarcoated the truth. she appreciated that quality, because she never had to guess when he was lying to her, or when he was being genuine. "true." she shrugged, not wanting him to get any more satisfaction out of remembering that one blow job. she looked away and rolled her eyes so that he couldn't see her reaction to the work question. she knew he worked too hard, and if she would have thought he would listen to her, she'd tell him to stop working so much. perhaps that's why she enjoyed inviting him over like this so often.. he really did deserve a chance to unwind, to have some "terry time." while chelsea was admittedly pretty selfish at times, and usually only cared about herself deep, deep down, she still wanted to see terry have some fun. his smile was her favorite physical quality of his, and she didn't get to see it nearly often enough. not a smug smirk, no, she got those plenty. a genuine, real smile. usually he seemed to have a concentrated scowl planted on his face, when looking at his computer screen, or when looking through the camera lense. she knew he was extremely dedicated to his work - as dedicated as she was - and it literally was going to be the death of him. "because i care about what you do every waking moment." she joked, partically poking fun at some of the girls terry had been associated with in the past. it was no secret that he was a manwhore, that he'd go for anything with a nice rack or a decent face. when she ran into some of the girls she knew he'd been involved with, she couldn't help but to laugh at some of them and their expectations of him. when it came to terry, chelsea knew to not have any expectations at all, that way she'd always be pleasantly surprised and never disappointed. chelsea reached for the container on the table, containing her fried rice that hopefully he hadn't tampered with. she tried her hardest to stay a vegetarian, because it was healthier and zeppelin was vegan so it was usually easy to stick to it in the office. she knew terry was a carnivore though, and he was constantly trying to get her to go back to meat eating ways. she opened it and saw the little bits of pork mixed in, but she wasn't about to be ungrateful. she reached for the chopsticks and took a few bites, attempting to look ladylike while shoveling her face full of food. "of course i missed you. i can't live without you, after all." she grinned, sliding her other leg over terry's. even when they were just sitting, talking, or eating, they always ended up tangled together. in general, chelsea craved physical contact more than anything. she didn't smoke cigarettes, she didn't do drugs. contact was her main vice, and she was lucky to have terry around to fulfill her needs when she had no one else. not to say he was a last resort, because there was nothing about terry that put him last in her head. in fact, there were times that she had broken up with guys because they simply weren't enough like terry to her liking. he had most of the qualities she deemed 'perfect' about a guy. he wasn't a pushover, he challenged her at the right times, and he made her fight for control. it was kind of disappointing though - she had a taste of near perfection, and now it was even harder for her to keep a guy around longer than a couple of weeks. "are you planning on crashing here tonight?" she asked after a few more bites and a few more sips of wine, her stomach quite pleased at this point. "i'm sure mittens would love to have a sleepover with bernard, after all." excuses, excuses. chelsea wasn't sure she wanted to admit to terry how much she liked having him around, wasn't sure if she wanted him to have that much power over her. he had already wooed her to a point where she would honestly do anything he asked her to, after a few minutes of 'fighting' about it. she did nice things for him around the office, bringing him coffee on occasion when he looked the most stressed. still, she prided herself on being independent, on not needing a man in her life to make her happy. the fact of the matter was though, terry did make her happy. even when they were just talking on the couch, watching their cats bounce around her messy room, she felt comfortable and warm. she'd never admit this to herself though, not ever. vunerability was something chelsea hated more than anything. after being pushed around by her parents for seventeen years, she had finally stuck up for herself and would never go back. she'd never let anyone see her weaknesses, because they were almost always used against her. there were moments though, after heated arguments that lead to screaming matches, that she'd find herself drained of all energy, unable to keep up this powerful facade anymore. she'd rebound quickly though, and soon would be back to the manipulative, confident girl most people knew and loved. LIZZ - 1031 - THIS IS ALL OVER THE PLACE

[TERRY ALFIE RINGER]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(); width: 457px; padding-top: 30; padding-bottom: 30; -moz-border-radius: 35 35 35 35; -webkit-border-radius: 35 35 35 35;] hi i can tell just what you want. embarrassment was not in terry’s vocabulary. if there was one quality that terry lacked in his life, it was the emotion of embarrassment. he could feel pride, he could feel sadness, and even anger, but never was he embarrassed. embarrassment and regret was something that seemed to be out of terry’s reach. he wasn’t quiet about his love life. on the contrary, terry was as loud and proud about his love life as he was about his photography. he didn’t care who knew and who didn’t knew. most people knew terry was incapable of care for women. not after the one who raised him to be the heartless and soulless monster some claimed him to be. many girls would text terry and ask him to hang out or why they didn’t call or why he didn’t do this or that. he simply would reply with that they could’ve done it first and that he wasn’t a gentleman and he wanted sex and he got it and he left. terry knew that his life would catch up to him one day. that one day he could lose the one he actually cared for. looking at chelsea, he felt himself smile at her. “you liked it, don’t deny it.” terry did work too hard. he couldn’t remember the last time he left the studio before eleven pm. people would tell him to take it easy, even while he was on tour. the only thing was, terry loved his job. fiercely loved his job more than anything in the world, because this was the only thing that simply saved him in his life. most people admired terry for his hardwork and dedication and how he still had time for a party on most days of the week. to be honest, terry was tired. slowly he could feel himself beginning to drain out and eventually he would completely burn out. he knew, everyone probably knew, that terry wasn’t meant to live a long life. and with that thought in his head, terry intended to live his life as great as he could. he didn’t need a family, he didn’t need a wife, or an attachment. sometimes he would think about landing a hot babe and wanting to settle down and take it easy, but that wasn’t terry alfie ringer. that wasn’t him at all. he was supposed to be the party. he was supposed to be fucking crazy, and terry was. but outside of a party, or outside the attention of humans, terry was tired. heavy bags hung from his eyes and he always had a headache. he could feel one pressing down on the edges of his skull right now, but he ignored it. he knew that chelsea, for whatever reason, simply worried about him. she would crack a joke about work being the death of him and maybe it wasn’t a joke, after all. terry looked at chelsea and rubbed his hand on her thigh up and down, as if they were a couple just enjoying a night in. “nothing really happened. shot some stuff for zeppelin today because she wouldn’t shut the fuck up. took a nap in the break room when work was dead for that couple of hours. cruised facebook, set up a date for tomorrow with some hot chick who added me. fuck, i forget her name. you know, chels, same old, same old.” terry was never going to be a vegetarian in his god damn life. that was one of the downfalls of working with zeppelin and chelsea, that meat in the workroom fridge severly lacked and terry didn’t want to nibble on a carrot. there wasn’t even any milk in the fridge, which pushed terry to eventually get his lazy ass to a local café across the street every day to get a cup of coffee for himself. he ate his chicken at a slow pace, savoring the taste. he forgot to eat today, again. as usual. he could feel his stomach rumble and growl even as he was eating. “i should’ve gotten more, i think. at least for myself, i don’t want to feed you until you become fat and ugly as hell.” terry poked around in chelsea’s rice then, taking a few chopstick clumps and eating them quickly to fill up faster. terry didn’t care if chelsea was a pig or not, because terry was a slob. it was a miracle that he wasn’t dropping chicken everywhere, maybe he would give a piece or two to bernard. “you did miss me, huh? well, you could’ve shut my computer down and made me leave with you at the time you did,” terry sighed quietly. he began to rub chelsea’s leg with his hand, opting to rest from munching down on his chicken. her skin felt smooth and it glistened in the light. “your skin is always soft.” he commented absentmindedly, looking at the ceiling for a few minutes. terry knew that somehow this would become a huge mess. that it would blow up in his face, but he quickly shook the thought from his head and went back to eat. “yeah, i brought my overnight bag and everything. i’ll drive you into work tomorrow if you want,” terry replied. he was fumbling around his chicken now, scarfing more down. he was so hungry, he felt like he was going to go out and buy even more because of it. “yeah, and you’d love me to sleep over and have a cuddle session with you. don’t lie, i know you inside and out.” terry playfully smacked at chelsea’s leg, and rested there again. this seemed right. it seemed almost normal to him. that one day his stuff would start coming into her apartment, that he would opt for sleeping over rather than going out. it felt like this was slowly developing, but it would end. all of it would end, terry knew. he knew because he saw it every time that chelsea was getting close to being serious and how she ran off. terry never had a relationship. he never asked a girl, except for althea for coffee, but that just to be nice and because she looked freezing the one time she stopped by to see zeppelin. he would sleep with chelsea, sexually and non, he would even ask her to go out with him to events and for dinner simply because he was too tired to go out. it felt like chelsea was his only weakness and it made him feel sick. he looked at her and said, “i’ll stay with you.” he said it almost quietly, like it was faint smoking rising into the air just to vanish. 1, 116 , chelsea , N / A

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[chelsea anamaria de torres]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image: url(http://www.swimchick.net/resources/textures/newtextures/text13.jpg); border: solid 5px #d6d6d6; width: 300px; -webkit-border-radius: 50px 4px 50px 4px; -moz-border-radius: 50px 4px 50px 4px; line-height:85%; margin-top: 5px] i was chasing down the feeling i get when i touch the sky chelsea shrugged, lifting a hand to her face to cover the smirk that had formed across her lips. she didn't like to give terry the satisfaction of knowing how much she cared about him, or how much he could affect her by his choice in words. she had a pretty good feeling that he would never use any of her feelings against her, but it still made her uncomfortable to think what would happen if he knew how much he could make her laugh, smile, or just... be happy. even when he was saying the most crude things, they often brought up good memories of times they spent together, and that smug smirk seemed to be permanently splashed across her face whenever they were conversing. or even when he was just looking at her, like he was now, that handsome smile was all she could look at, all she could think about. she felt pretty special, because she had only ever seen him smile like that when she was around. she knew it was assinine to believe that the only time he ever truly smiled was around her, but she could pretend, right? "i wasn't denying anything." she breathed, letting her hand fall on top of his softly. she really did worry about him, more than she'd like to admit. she worried that one day he'd be pushed over the edge from working to hard, and do something he'd regret. she knew he'd never quit, no, urban photography was terry's life and she knew it. she figured if he could marry that place, he would. but any time they got into a fight, one of those god awful screaming matches that made nearly everyone at work hide in their offices, she knew it could have probably been prevented if he hadn't spent so much time at work. work was fun, sure, and work was the only thing keeping chelsea going, so she understood the want to get everything done and done well. she just wished he'd take a vacation, or at least not push himself so hard. after all, there were other photographers that he could designate work to, but she knew terry had his certain ways of getting things done and most people didn't know how to do it right. "yeah yeah, i was just wondering, grumpy gills." she teased, leaning her head on his shoulder. it was quite picturesque, she had to admit, the way they fit so well in each other's arms, and could always comfort each other with just a touch. he was poking around in her food, and she tilted the container in his direction. "you can just take it, i'm full anyways." she nuzzled against his upper arm, finding a comfortable spot for her cheek to rest. she had eaten, he was here, and now she was getting sleepy, a pattern that seemed to show itself a lot whenever a guy showed up to her apartment. she was a small girl living alone in a sketchy los angeles apartment, where the elevator barely worked and the doors would swell shut when it rained, and she often feared her place would get broken into the one night a guy wasn't around to protect her. she'd never admit this fear out loud, and sure, that's what the tazer sitting in her bedside drawer was for, but seeing terry sitting on her couch made most of her worries disappear without a second thought. it was so much easier to sleep knowing there'd be someone by her side. "i know i should have, i just didn't want you to bitch at me. i will next time though." she mumbled, watching his hand on her leg. she loved his hands, how strong they were and how they always seemed to be touching her skin. she smiled at the compliment, looking up at him while he stared at the ceiling - she knew this is where things got hard. while the fighting wasn't fun, being in complete bliss seemed to be even more of a mess in the long run. "you can? well, thanks boo." she grinned, still looking up at him, her whole body practically draped over his at this point. she didn't even care that he was being a pig right now, he wasn't spilling rice all over her couch or making any kind of mess. not like it would matter in this place, which was honestly a pig sty at this point. she had been meaning to clean it for a few weeks now, but never seemed to get the time. maybe over the weekend... although she knew she'd probably spend the entire weekend out with her girls at a club, or finding a party, or doing something to unwind so she didn't go completely stir crazy after a week of working nonstop. "you're right, i live for your cuddles." she rested her hand back on his, securing her leg back on his. even in brief moments of silence, she was thinking about him and she could tell that he was thinking about her. she liked having someone that was always there, to sleep with, to have sex with, and even to just talk with after everything seemed to blow up in her face. after countless dates with other guys, she'd always wind up back in terry's arms. she looked over at the kittens bouncing over each other so that terry couldn't see the solemn look that had taken over her entire face. she wasn't sure if ending up in this spot once more was healthy, and every instinct in her body was telling her she should just cut ties with her boss. keep it strictly professional from now on, before feelings got developed, before they went somewhere they could never come back from. but she didn't want to. she shook her head softly and that signature chelsea smile reappeared, as she unhooked her leg from his and rose from the couch, pulling on his hands to get him to stand as well. "you will? good. 'cause i declare it cuddle time, and i'm tired, and it's time for you to lay down and worship me more." she laughed, and with that girly giggle escaping her lips, her doubts disappeared to. she vowed to live for the moment, and that's what she would do, no matter how bad of an idea she knew it would end up being. LIZZ - 1071 - FINALLY DONE

[TERRY ALFIE RINGER]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(); width: 457px; padding-top: 30; padding-bottom: 30; -moz-border-radius: 35 35 35 35; -webkit-border-radius: 35 35 35 35;] hi i can tell just what you want. terry was better at reading people than most gave him credit for. growing up, he knew how to judge someone simply by their face. how their eyes could blossom in size at the sight of someone attractive, how a simple clenched jaw could signify a switch in something. being a photographer, terry knew how to read people. he knew how to bend and mend them to make them almost perfect, in a sense. looking at chelsea, at her tousled hair and her pouty lips, he thought about how impossible at times it was to read her. how sometimes he felt like he was blind when it came to seeing her, to looking through her and trying to find things. terry never asked about people, he never brought himself to become curious with people, and it came to a shock to him. to be shocked and wrapped up in chelsea, as if her existence and his were so intertwined that it would be impossible to separate them. looking at her, he felt his expression lighten, his eyes dropping their heavy guard, his back slouching in the couch. “i know you weren’t,” he replied to her, feeling as if every bone left his body, as if he were floating. “you were just wondering? when do you ever wonder about me?” terry asked quietly, feeling her body lean into his. maybe there was something out of all of this, terry thought. gently, he snaked his arm around her waist. the warmth from her body radiated to his, touching his fingertips in a shy greeting and reaching throughout him. he tucked his nose into her hair, taking in the scent of her shampoo. her hair was soft, and terry realized he never really knew the touch of a woman this way. intimate in such a fond way. terry thought about how so many people would be doing this right now. how husbands would be laying their wives to sleep and holding them. he thought about how he wanted to hold chelsea, how he wanted her body to meld to his, to bend and mold against the contours of his skeleton. “i want to hold you,” terry whispered, closing his eyes. it seemed like defeat to him. that he was raising his white flag and shaking it in a quick surrender. he was calling out his quits, that he fell to her. he could feel his body yearning for hers, in its silent defeat. it seemed as if his body betrayed his mind, and he could feel himself kiss the top of her head. thinking of how he wanted to hold her and just her, his body needed this. needed her. after several minutes of just holding her, terry went back to eating. it seemed like all the food stuck to the insides of his stomach, solidifying and laying there like a hard rock. “you sure? i know you like to wake up and sneak some food in.” terry fumbled around her rice either way, eating just for the sake of it. “i only know that because i like checking out your legs from the angle of your bed, it’s a great view.” at that moment, terry reached over and caressed her leg gently, just once. it was smooth and warm, just like the rest of her. he clenched his hand around the fork, knuckles going a waxy white that made his veins seer blue. looking down at her, wrapped around his arm like she were about to die if he let go, he realized she was scared. “are you scared of the big bad men who are going to come into your house?” terry teased, stuffing his mouth full of rice. “you need a new place to live, then again, you’re only a lowly photographer.” terry ducked down to kiss at her forehead, smiling. he did tease too much. “sorry, that was harsh. anyway, i would beat the shit out of anyone who tried to get in here, anyway. date of yours or not, they have to see past through me to get to you.” terry was selfish in this case, with chelsea. he put down his food and wrapped himself around her, feeling their bodies meet in a sigh of remembrance. he could think of a thousand things to say to her, looking into her eyes. he gulped to swallow them down, to clear them out of his throat, to stuff them into his rab cage, keeping them locked away. he pulled her close to him, wrapping herself around him. he didn’t want to let go. he felt like a small child, holding onto their favorite toy, the thing they treasured the most. terry hated this. hated how weak chelsea made him feel. the only person who made terry feel any sort of emotion that he could classify as love, was chelsea. thinking back into his life, he couldn’t think of anyone else. he could barely remember the first girl he slept with, and that was monumental, wasn’t it? terry was restless, switching from holding her to going back to eating his rice. he felt like his skin was crawling, like it were slipping off of his bones to reveal his raw and exposed mess of a body for her. he tried to keep clean for her, keeping his mouth above the carton while he finished off his chicken and went onto her rice. “you should, you’re the only who gets them.” terry felt his defenses rise up again, guarding away from her. as he was putting his food down, he felt her soft small hand against his. it was a simple touch like this that made his chest ache, like it were caving in. he simply turned his hand in hers and gripped it, not too firm to hurt her, and held on. he looked at her and simply said, “you’re the only one who gets a lot of things out of me.” it seemed hushed in the apartment, the way he spoke as if all the sound got sucked out of the world so he could be the only one talking. it made him feel sick. chelsea and him always came back together. after a date, she would come to him. after a long hard day at work, he would go to her. it balanced off, it was an easy trade of sorts. then again, everything was easy when feelings were numb and minds were eased. terry knew that it was going to get messy, he could feel it rising in his stomach. “cuddle time?” terry asked, smiling. he pushed away the thoughts until later, until chelsea was asleep and he could worry by himself. pulling her up, hoisting her and holding her bridal style, he carried her to the bed and laid her down gently. “need me to take anything off?” terry asked slyly, laughing. 1, 145 , chelsea , THIS ALL OVER THE PLACE SORRY ):

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[chelsea anamaria de torres]

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"i do wonder about you, all the time, really." she answered, an airy giggle escaping her full lips. she knew better than to try to lie to terry, he'd see right through her and then she'd feel like a bitch for not telling the truth. besides, lying was something she tried her very hardest to avoid, especially around her most trusted friends - which, if there was a list of them, terry would be number one on. she buried her face in his t-shirt even more, as he wrapped himself around her, his face tickling the top of her head. being like this, in silence, almost made chelsea a little sad. she knew this would end soon, that after a few minutes of this silent embrace, he'd break away and pretend it didn't happen, and chelsea had grown to expect this. she knew that after every sweet gesture the subject would change, that he'd almost pretend it never happened. she never got her hopes up too high, because this was now a weekly routine in chelsea's life. if she admitted that terry made her happy, that she wanted to hold him right back, to fall asleep in his arms and never let him go, then she'd end up disappointed. surely this couldn't last, this wasn't a fairytale and terry was far from being prince charming. she said nothing to his comment, she just nodded into his chest, listening for that thump thump thump of his heartbeat. all she could do was sit there, clinging to a moment that was passing, soaking it in before it disappeared forever. and like clockwork, terry's attentions focused on something else, this time the dinner sitting on the table in front of them. she sat up for a moment, no longer resting her head on any part of him, and draped her other leg over the top of him too. "oh yeah? these legs? what can i say, i have midnight snacks just so you can check them out." she laughed, her cheek falling back into place on him, noting that he was considerably warmer than her face. she blamed it on the boiling blood inside of him, but he always seemed to be ten degrees warmer than anything else in the room. hell, she barely needed a blanket when he was around, she could just use his limbs as cover while she slept. after all, she knew how much they both secretly loved it when they woke up tangled together, clinging to each other for dear life in their sleep. "hey, i know i do. but it's cheap, and i'm too lazy to pack all my shit together." she defended, knowing that if she did in fact have a higher salary, she'd move in a heartbeat. money was no concern of chelsea's though - she had a roof over her head and enough in her bank account to splurge on some starbucks every once in a while, she was happy. besides, she didn't need a very high food budget - she got taken on enough dates to only need to stock her fridge twice a month, and unless there were some particularly delicious leftovers in her fridge, she didn't have much of an appetite anyways. "oh good, i have my own attack dog. down boy, i can make my own decisions when it comes to who i invite over." she murmured, trying to choose her words carefully as to not start an argument tonight. she knew terry was oddly protective over her - he'd make jokes about whatever new suitor she had for the week, constantly remind her how much better he was than the other guy, etc. she wasn't sure if it was just because he felt the need to be the only man in chelsea's life, or if it was because he simply liked the competition. either way, it was a habit that had gotten worse and worse as time went on, so she learned to keep her love life as secret as possible... especially around the office. "but thank you, i know you'll protect me if something bad ever happens." she said a little louder, rubbing his thigh softly, giving it a reassuring squeeze. it was a nice safety net, knowing that if anything were to ever happen to her, terry would simply beat the shit out of whoever the purpetrator was. in a sick way, she had always wanted to get attacked or something, just to see if terry really would come running to the rescue... another smirk appeared on her face, and a feeling of importance rushed over her as he spoke. she was the only one he cuddled with? out of all the girls that terry slept with - which was many, as chelsea often asked to see pictures of his conquests out of sheer curiousity - how was it that she was the only one who got this special treatment? "i'm the only one? oh, i doubt that." she challenged. "what else do you do only for me?" she asked quietly, out of morbid curiosity. she could feel her heartbeat quickening, and he scooped her up into his arms before she had time to object. "yes, cuddle time." she answered, her arms wrapping around his neck out of fear of being dropped. soon she was set down on her bed, and she grabbed ahold of terry's t-shirt, pulling him down on top of her. she wrapped her arms back around his neck, her lips hovering a few millimeters away from his for a few seconds. he had teased her, and now she had the chance to do the same to him. she paused a little longer and then pushed her lips to his, finally getting the passionate, forceful kiss that she had been craving from him all night. she knew every inch of his tongue, every curve of his lips. she pulled him as close as she could, missing the pressure of his body on hers. she finally broke away, biting her lip as she gave him the most devilish look she could manage. "nope, i think i'm good now. time to go to sleep, goodnight!" she joked, one of her hands moving from the back of his head to trace his jawline, softly making their way over his sunken cheeks. LIZZ - 1203 - FINALLY DONE