what a joke;

"It is torture," she pouted, "They treat me like I’m made of glass. When I’m home I don’t get to do anything. I had to beg and barter the rest of my life away so that I could get to go to college. It just really sucks. They hardly let me do anything and even when I’m doing — princess things — I don’t get to do what I want. Like, I love talking to the kids at home and stuff. But my parents don’t think it’s becoming of a young lady to be with… regular people so much. They think it looks like I’m renouncing my heritage or something. It just sucks. I’d love to learn to drive, though," she smiled, squeezing his hand, her face lighting up at the word ‘boyfriend.’ "You really are the most fun," she agreed, "You’re the most fun person I’ve ever met." She’d had more fun so far this year with him than she’d ever had before. He was making college ten times the experience she ever thought it would be. "The stress sucks — but the rest of it’s not so bad. Trust me, it’s still less stressful than being home, so. No complaints here. Shut up," she giggled, elbowing him when he made fun of her for not being smooth, her cheeks flushing red when he commented that it’d be hard to get laid. "Yeah," she breathed, "Uh — yeah. I mean. He stays out here, so. No problem there." She cleared her throat and closed the door behind him, smiling at how he made himself at home like he always did, happy that he fit in so well with all her things. "S’alright. He can’t actually, like. Do anything. If I want to talk to people or whatever, it’s not like he’s allowed to say no." She dropped her bag on the floor by her desk and wandered over to the bed, hesitantly bouncing down next to him. "A couple pages," she shrugged, biting gently on her bottom lip, "Won’t take long. Do you want to make out?" she blurted out, shuffling closer on her knees.

“Renouncing your heritage, wow sounds intense.” His ego is the size the whole campus so he considers himself royal but he wouldn’t want all the unnecessary drama that comes with just trying to have a normal life, but he had to hand it to her, she was handling it beautifully. “I don’t know if you’ll ever need the skill but I’ll teach you, the Autobahn is in Russia so maybe once you learn you can buy a car and test out its horsepower on that, I would love to do that some time.” Driving fast – legally sounds like the dream to Jared. “I totally agree with you, I am fun, I’m the fun boyfriend,” and he’s grinning ridiculously because he probably won’t get over the title for at least three weeks as long as she doesn’t dump him anytime soon.  “He side eyes me a lot; I think he knew I’ve wanted to kiss you for three months now, of course I do,” and he leans down to press his lips to hers because hell yeah he wants to make out with her. Why wouldn’t he? Even if he can’t pronounce her full name and she held back a big piece of info from him for a while doesn’t take away from the fact that he likes her a lot, princess or just regular person and he likes kissing her, if the nosy person in the library hadn’t been watching he could have just stood there against the shelf all day and kissed her. But making out on the bed  is way more comfy. 

She laughed to herself, she didn’t want to paint his house why would she even make a painting business. Looking up slowly from the game she was playing on her phone, Charlotte nodded her head.”Blue. I like blue more than purple but it has to be like a sky blue.” Dropping her gaze back down on her phone, she muttered. “I’m going to say no to the painting mostly because you can’t paint naked in other people’s houses and what’s the fun in that?”

"I'll paint your room sky blue, I like the color blue a lot," Jared supplied as he drove. He could hear Charlotte but not her exact words, "what did you say? I'm glad you decided to help me paint, by the way."

"What the fuck am I supposed to call you, then?” she grits out, her leg kicking out beyond her control when he pinches her thigh. She’s frustrated, and she knows he didn’t want her to move, but — oops? She can’t help it, she’s sensitive. “Jesus Christ, I have to run everything I do by you? I go places during the day — I do things, I don’t just sit inside all day and fuck, I need a car. I’ve been saving for one, so if you — give me money, or just buy me one — it’s all going to the same cause. I want a car, fuck.” He’s really going to get her one? He hasn’t even fucked her yet. When he shushes her, she falls silent, or, as silent as she can — dissolving into whimpers, trying not to squirm. Her bottom lip wobbles and she bites down on it, letting out all her frustration in the form of a tiny little sigh. She’s quieter now, a bit more relaxed and says, “I told you — you have to move it or do something for it to get amazing, and —” she stops when she hears his order, frowning at the stupidly smug expression on his face. “Seriously? Fine. Please? Please — I didn’t think I had to give you a basic sex education. What the fuck did you think was going to happen, you were going to put a vibrator in me and I was going to immediately have orgasm after orgasm? How exactly do you think a girl’s body works? Fucking Christ,” she mumbled, pulling her wrists forward again. She’s probably in big trouble, now.

Auggie's face hardened before it softened just that fast. Shaking his head he reached for the toy and turned it off, she didn't deserve that yet and eased it out. "We need to talk, clearly -- don't speak until I say you can." She's so mouthy and it's cute but she seriously needs to learn how he operates so it can be mutually beneficial for the both of them. Au contraire what people thought he was not into punishing people for the sick fun of it (lies, all lies,) he liked being in control, knowing the next move but when it came to more personal things, he wasn’t going to hurt someone unless they’ve given him a reason to.  He’s opening his pants slowly as he starts to talk, putting the brief case on the floor, “you know, someone once told me that giving someone else total control, surrendering yourself and trusting them wholly to know that they wouldn’t hurt you? It’s intoxicating, from what I’ve been told, letting them push you to your limits and bring you to such bliss you can't even think straight?” It’s the best feeling they’ve ever felt.” He kicks his pants off onto the floor, having pushed them down as he talked and crawled over to Vegas, leaning over her he opened the drawer in his nightstand and pulled out a set of handcuffs, “I got arrested last year and kept these as a memento,” he stated before dropping them back in the nightstand. “I think you have trust issues, which makes a lot of sense, I don’t trust a lot people either, humans aren’t trustworthy,” he had started to undo his belt, freeing her wrists. “But I think you should try it -- trusting me.  It’s not for everyone but if you gave me your free will and complete trust, I wouldn’t hurt you on purpose, I want to liberate you.”   That’s how he saw it.  “What you want? I’m trying to give you, I hope you know this,” he admired her legs as he got between them, bending her knees a little bit more before finally pushing his underwear down. “You want a man to take care of your needs, financially…” finally he sank inside of her slowly, inhaling sharply as he got used to the feel of her,  “sexually, we discussed this already; I can do it you just need to play your role right and you can have the world, Vegas.” He snapped his hips forward; he probably couldn’t talk anymore if he was going to keep moving. “Do you understand?” He grunted as he found a rhythm  

Her reaction to being called the cutest was immediate; Kat’s cheeks flushed bright red and she ducked her head on a big grin, shaking her head softly from side to side. “That’s sweet of you to say,” she murmured, because she doesn’t quite believe it. “Hopefully I will make some more friends. I mean — not that you’re not great and all, but I… never really had that many friends, so it would be nice. Like, to experience that. But I promise you’ll always be the coolest,” she teased back, “and the first — no one can take that away from you. You were the first person I met here.” It’s cute how he talks about the job — maybe just because she’s so interested in learning about something she’s never experienced before. She’s never had a job before, and never really learned anything about retail — the few times she’s been shopping on her own she never gave the people working a thought. But Jared is making her consider a lot of things she’s never experienced before. “That sounds awful,” she said sympathetically, “I don’t know if it would be worth it — even considering the old ladies.” The smile she wore around him just wouldn’t go away, and he was funny, he was making her laugh over and over again until the sound was building and getting louder. She sort of had this habit of laughing with her whole body — something her parents never failed to remind her was undignified and something they’d tried to hammer out of her in etiquette lessons since she was old enough to start attending them. But with Jared, she felt like he didn’t really mind, and that was nice, too. “Of course I’ll help you. I don’t know how good I’ll be at it, but I’d love to help you.” She couldn’t remember the last time she’d dressed up for Halloween. “Is it like — a big thing, here? People get dressed up and… go out?” she guessed, since they were probably much too old to go trick-or-treating. With a little giggle she nodded, and they began to walk along, “Yeah, I love walking. It’s good for you! Especially after you’ve eaten, and now we’re going to go ahead and eat some more, so we really should walk a bit and digest. But — then we can go back to your rock,” she teased gently, laughing openly as they walked outside into the sun. “Do you know where we’re going?” she asked suddenly, “Because I have no idea. It’s my first day,” she reminded him, “And I’m trusting you not to steer me wrong.”

“I have a good idea of what makes a girl cute and you’ve surpassed everything on the check list,” he added.  Jared was too vain to ever not accept a compliment, he thought he was devilishly handsome and wanted everyone to agree. It was easier to act like the big man on campus when he was munching on grilled cheese, but now they were outside and the fresh air was reminding him that he wasn’t the best with small talk, he was just supposed to show her the building, not become her campus buddy for the day, he had things he needed to do but he wasn’t, he was walking with this frosh to the nearest supermarket for cookie dough, only shit like that happened in the movies or to other guys, “you’ll make friends do not worry, it’s bound to happen, if you need any boost, just tell ‘em you know me and they’ll know you’re cool. “Plain and simple, retail is relame – get it?” He’s so lame and he’s usually much more put together around girls, suave and saying the right thing but it’s like his mind just can’t formulate something other than all the probably lame anecdotes he keeps coming up about his blunders in the workforce. “I personally think Halloween is just an excuse to dress crazy and eat candy but people go all out, haunted houses and shit, fake webs and all that. It’ll be an eye opener but I think you’ll like it.”  Glancing around, Jared grabbed her hand, lacing their fingers together with a nonchalance that wasn’t in the inside. “Of course I know where I’m going, Kat, I hope I don’t get sick from eating raw cookie dough, you feel like going to class for the both of us?” He teased. “My rock is pretty awesome, the fridge is small which sucks but other than that it’s pretty rocktastic.” He should stop talking. 

       Jared, as far as she knew, was a friend of Auggie’s. That’s how they had met after all, through her best friend, and now they hung out on occasions such as today. Auggie said he had stuff to take care of and couldn’t help, so she dialed Jared for a male’s opinion on her outfit. Looking up at him, she smiled at his answer and then——he kissed her? It caught her off guard, in fact it made her sort of freeze, but soon enough her mind processed the situation and she kissed him back ever so slightly.

       Jared wasn't like Auggie, he didn't use people for his gain but when Auggie pissed him off to the point of no return he knew there as only really one way to get him back. Take what Auggie claimed was his, Melody is her own person, no one owns her but Auggie goes around acting like she was his property instead of his best friend, and when he acted like he could just screw Auggie over like he did, he wanted to show the male he could do exactly the same thing. At the smallest feeling of her kissing him back he pushed her against the wall of the dressing room. "Off," he mumbled against her lips, if he ripped the dress he would have to pay for it. 

“No,” she huffed, “They don’t — know I exist. Assuming they even exist. My brothers didn’t have any kids when I left home. So if they do have kids now… I’ve never met them? And I doubt my family talks about me much. That’d probably be really upsetting for a kid to understand, anyway. Like, oh, you had an aunt, but she ran away and so you’re never going to meet her. Best to just leave that bit out and lie about it, like with Santa or something.” That’s more than she would ever say about herself or her past to someone on a first date, but she’d felt obligated to explain herself somewhat… even though it made things seem unnecessarily complicated and probably made her look bad. He was giving her a strange look, so she pursed her lips and shrugged, glancing away from him momentarily before clearing her throat and forcing a little smile. “Yeah, m’making you,” she said, “You don’t seem to mind much, though.” The effect of his wink was sort of ruined by how hard he was blushing, but it was actually really, really cute. She grinned at him and laughed when he rubbed his cheeks, slowly shaking her head and leaning in to place a quick kiss on his lips. She just can’t help herself. “You’ve a nice smile,” she murmured when she pulled away, and then Vegas was off to go and get changed, turning before he could see her answering blush. When she reemerged, she was just in leggings and a t-shirt, humming as she skipped into the kitchen and saw what he’d done. “That was actually better than I expected it to be,” she laughed, noting that all the garbage was away and the glasses were in the sink. Vegas pulled her hair back and tied it up so it’d be out of her way, commenting, “You’ll make a great housewife someday.” Her voice is teasing and playful, and she comes up behind him to jokingly nuzzle her nose into his cheek before pulling away and turning on the oven. “So you’ve never done this before, right?” she confirms, digging through her cupboard for the bag of chocolate chips and turning it over to look at the recipe, absentmindedly twirling around the kitchen to get a bowl and a measuring cup, “I s’pose I should give you the simple tasks, like cracking eggs and mixing and pouring things after I measure them out. Sound alright?”

“What if Santa was real?” He blurted out before shaking his head, done with the subject. Talking about your past on a first date unless it was something awesome like ‘I went cliff diving’ or ‘when I was in high school we went to Cabo’ it was off limits.  First dates are supposed to be fun and happy and just getting to know the good stuff. Being smitten based off of the fact that she was really cute and they could have conversation together was really odd to Auggie. He wasn’t a small talk type of guy, hell, he wasn’t the 'let’s sit in your small ass kitchen and eat sushi’ type of guy; he barely ate in the first place. So to be blushing and feeling this foreign feeling for some chick he barely knows and met because his drunken brother decided he wanted to get in the way of Auggie’s plans was strange and he didn’t know how to combat it, he wanted the date to continue and he wanted to hang out with Vegas but he was the type of guy that liked having some type of idea of what was going to happen next so to just throw caution to the wind was something he did with difficulty but he was going to do it, he had to no choice and honestly knew it was for the best.  “I… I… mhm okay…” he mumbled as he watched her walk away, rubbing his face once more.  He was smitten and screwed. He thought she looked amazing in the dress he had picked out, he had an eye for a nice dress but he wasn’t prepared for how hot she looked in just plain chill out clothes and bit his lip, “a housewife?” He repeated with laugh. “I guess, you have me drinking wine so I’m one step away, just have to watch daytime television and I’m practically there, trade my slacks for baby food stained sweats and put my hair in a messy bun.”  He shook his head no at her question, he’s watched people bake but he’s never actually done it, no one wants him near any type of fire whatsoever. “I Googled it,” he said dumbly, holding up his phone. “But I can do that, shouldn’t be that hard right? I’m not completely incompetent in the kitchen.”

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