" falling away with you

[elise dane]

IT _{was cool and dark at nearly two am, and the only sound that could be heard was the quiet click of the old fan on the nightstand, and the light rustling of the trees outside the open window. The moon remained hidden behind the tall trees and the shed, so the only light came from the small screen of Elise Dane’s iphone, which was settled inches from her head. She slowly ran her finger across the screen and unlocked the device, only to reveal a dark blue box with a white lettered message. A small smile slipped across her lips as she read the message, before she began to chew on her bottom lip in thought. She then rolled over on to her back, eyes up at the ceiling, phone in her left hand, and ran her other hand down her bare leg. She gently tugged at the larger white and blue plaid shirt that covered the top part of her body, grinning at the image of Anthony having taken it off earlier and throwing at her when they took a swim in the lake. After a moment or so, she rolled out of bed and quietly exited her old bedroom, finally giving in to the urge to see him. If they were back in New York, Anthony would most likely be in her room already, the two chatting and teasing each other about any sort of thing. But here in her hometown, Elise’s mother stood her ground with her old house rules, separating the two friends by placing them in different sleeping quarters. Though the two of them were only here for a few days, celebrating the fourth with her family like they used to when they were teens, Elise had felt like they had been here for ages. Memories continued to fill her mind every time her hand hit his or they did something together that sparked old feelings. It was getting more and more difficult for Elise to pretend like she didn’t think of Anthony as just her best friend, but she doubted he felt the same after everything she put him through in the past three years. If she could get it, all she wanted tonight was to just be close to him.}

TIPTOEING across the wood floors and into the kitchen, Elise maneuvered around in the dark until her hand grasped the refrigerator door handle. She carefully pulled it open and as she leaned forward, blonde hair falling into her eyes, she pulled two beers out. She froze suddenly once she heard a creak in the floorboards, and her heart began to pound hard in her chest. She felt like a teen back in high school again, sneaking her father’s alcohol late at night and attempting to make a clean escape before she was caught. Once the noise settled and silence ensued, Elise smiled a bit to herself before making her way out and down the hall. Anthony was residing in the guest room, which was downstairs and near the living room. She maneuvered around the couch as well as various tables and standing lights, before making her way to the guest room. Once she reached the door, she paused, tugging his shirt down more over her rear, while she rubbed her long bare legs together, as a sudden cold shiver ran through her body. She chewed on her lower lip to try and contain her sudden nerves, before knocking softly on the wood. When she heard slight shuffling, she slowly opened the door and peeked in, her eyes adjusting to the dimly lit room. “Are you decent?” she teasingly whispered, before making her way inside and closing the door behind her. She broke into a small laugh as she practically tripped over a pair of shoes as she blindly made her way to the bed. Once her knee hit the baseboard, she crawled on top and adjusted the buttons of her shirt. With both beers still in one hand, she then climbed on top of him and smirked a little, handing him his beer, before rolling off to the side and kicking her legs casually over his. She then made herself comfortable by propping up the pillows and leaning back against them. When she looked at him, she could only smile before clearing her throat and looking up at the ceiling. “Feels a little like old times, doesn’t it?” she finally uttered, her eyes falling down to him and searching his face carefully. She then popped the cap off of her own beer and pulled it to her lips, taking a short sip.

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music,[/size][/i] bon iver – the wolves act i & ii
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[anthony marx]

THERE was no doubt that at this very moment, anthony was far within his element. while it may have been utmost cliche to describe his weekend, it was the only viable stance he could manage to take on it. for the past two years he had been stuck in a new york state of mind, everything was a fast paced work week, followed by and even quicker paced weekend in the city. there was no slowing down, no taking a moment to catch a breath. and most importantly, no moment to take a second and enjoy every little thing in life, like this weekend itself. the family all out on the deck, kids playing in the yard, the eldest of her still young cousins attempting to steal beers from the fridge. and while it was not his own family and their home in wilmette, he felt as though it was his second family, and home away from home. he felt like he was eighteen again, not having to live up to any adult standards -even though he did his best to impress her family at any open chance- and first and foremost, with the girl who played out as his better half and best friend for as far back as he allowed himself to remember. it would be obvious to any innocent bystander that no matter what he said during the week span of coming back into each other’s lives, he knew at the end of the day, their relationship would not change. not due to her newfound hollywood fame, or his new york state of mind. their jobs hardly played into who they were when it was all said and done, and he did not think that they could possibly enough to take away what the two had in common for so long.

AS if the memories that had been flooding through his mind all day weren’t enough, they carried on more so now. he found himself laying in the bed in the guest room, the room that even the family considered his in past years, staring at the ceiling. for a single second he scolded himself there, questioning how he could let elise slip so far from his reach, how they managed to let days turn into weeks, and months, without as much as a single word passed between the two. it felt like only yesterday that he was in this same room, waiting for elise to sneak down and demand they went for a night swim, and that he took a few of her dads drinks. he’d spent the past hour laying there, texting her a handful of “remember when’s” and found himself with a cheeky grin as she tossed a few back. the time they decided they were going to stay up all night in the dane’s yard, and wait for the sun to rise- that struck close to home. it was the first time anthony could recall seeing elise in a whole new light as the morning sun came to a rise, fighting every urge in him to kiss her right then and there. he was positive that in that moment, he looked like the biggest fool. and he felt like that same fool, if not an even worst one now, as she sat there texting him. they were still stuck in the same position years later, letting each and every moment pass them. but maybe this time he’d have the courage to let it all out, and tell her how he actually felt. though there was the never ending case of what if’s that went hand in hand with that. what if the feelings weren’t mutual? what if he ended up ruining a friendship? what if she hated him for acting upon his feelings? he shook his head to himself, not even comprehending how a girl he’d known the better half of his life could make him so mute. as he heard her light foot steps creeping down the hall, he sat up in bed, shaking his head as if to shake the pessimistic line of thoughts right out of it. as soon as the door opened he turned his phone on silent, and placed it beside him on the nightstand. he wasn’t about to let anyone or anything get in the middle of the few short days they had. “ looks like you’re gonna have to find out for yourself” he told her, keeping his typically loud voice down as low as he possibly could. grabbing the beer from her, opening it quickly he took a decent chug of it, but it wasn’t long before he found himself laughing. “ yea, but look at you.. you know how to open your own beers these days,” he told her with a slight nudge. taking in even his own whispering, his hand instinctively met her thigh, resting it there as he looked at her “ especially with the whispering.. i shouldn’t still think your dad’s gonna come down here and kill me.”

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music,[/size][/i] nodaa.
notes,[/size][/i] your formattt. <333333 [/ul]
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[elise dane]

IT _{seemed like only yesterday when she broke the news to Anthony that she was getting married. To see that confusion and pain on his face was sickeningly pleasing and priceless to her then, but only for a split second, remembering herself smiling just to hide the eventual tears that would fall once she turned her back and walked right out of his apartment, and his life for a good while. She remembered standing at the alter, but barely listening to the priest and ignoring the slight tears and sniffles coming from her own mother and various relatives as they looked on. She stood there waiting, waiting for him to come through those church doors and tell her not to leave him, and that he loved her. She held on to that silly fantasy wish, until it fell through the cracks when he never appeared. She remembered the tears streaming down her face, everyone taking them as happy tears, when they were really the worst kind and for another man entirely. Holding Theodore’s hand up there was awkward, the fit seemingly unnatural and not right, but the stubborn blonde stood up there and said "I do," sealing what would be a horrible year and a half of marriage. Marriage at nineteen seemed illogical, and it was, as Elise partly did it out of spite and the fact that she wanted something solid and real in her life, a true romantic relationship. She just didn’t want to fuck around with various guys anymore, nor watch as Anthony did the same. They teased each other often, the flirtation becoming more intense as the years went on, but the two remained stagnant that way. Sometimes she thought she could see some type of want in his eyes, but she never took the first step and neither did he. It wasn’t until a drunken night out at a friend’s apartment party that their true feelings came out. Hands wandering under clothing, lips pressed perfectly against each other and other areas of visible skin, and the intensity felt right. But that make out session was all it was, and out of some fear that the other hadn’t meant for it to happen, Elise played it off the next day as if it was completely nonexistent.}

SHE had never been good with admitting things, whether it was her faults or how she truly felt when it came to romance. She was always so worried about how one would feel or react if she was completely honest about such personal things. It was a horrible weakness she found in herself, one she knew if she continued with, she’d miss out again in being happy with someone she had loved since she was just eighteen years old. All these memories were starting to hurt her heart, and she looked off into the corner of the room as she tried control this sudden ache. “You’re going to make me get under the covers and look, aren’t you?” she said with a roll of her eyes and a small laugh. She carefully pulled the sheets up and over her legs, feeling her cheeks flush a tad from the close proximity and position they were in. She then boldly ran her hand slowly from the side of his bare chest, down along his hip and leg, finding a pair of boxers or pants on, before pulling her hand out from under the covers, a smirk on her face as she took a chug from her beer. “Yeah, I think you’re good.” Feeling his hand on her thigh caused her to chew on her lower lip in restraint, and she looked over at him with a small grin. “Hey now, I was never completely incapable of such things. Maybe I just liked you opening them for me, is all” she said quietly, before taking another sip and closing her eyes for a minute. “Ha, well I am still his little girl apparently. If Daddy saw me dressed like this, let alone in this position with you, he might start getting ideas. And then he’d probably just show you his axe collection and whatnot, no big deal,” she said with another small laugh, looking over at him as she nudged him back.

[/color][/font][/size][/i] too lazyy. c;
music,[/size][/i] bon iver – the wolves act i & ii
notes,[/size][/i] <3 [/ul]
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