Post by mollie on Aug 31, 2011 11:21:13 GMT -5
( MOLLIE MARIE MADDOX )
( twenty one, tour staff, sound tech , abigail halliday , straight)
( drama queen , unpredictable , selfish , scared of commitment , feisty)[/center]
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EXPERIENCE 3-4 years omg.
CONTACT pm for aim ect C:
OTHER CHARACTERS none!
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE fucked up. that was typical for ashton on a night like tonight, his hand down the underwear of some blonde girl who had just moved from alfie to him after her boyfriend appeared, and his tongue down the throat of some skinny drunk guy with hair. so drunk he had no idea how he got here, why he was here, who threw this party, and where alfie was. where was alfie? pulling away from the guy who was pretty much sucking on his face and stealing his hand back from the blonde girl (who was pretty much single after tonight, probably), he stumbled out of the crowd, looking around for his best friend. where was he? ashton wasn't as panicked as alfie had been, but he was still pretty worried. what if he had been drugged and raped or stabbed or stolen by evil kidnappers who liked to kidnap boys with big dicks?! no! ashton was 100% dependant on alfie, or 99% dependant on alfie and 1% dependant on heroin. he needed the boy, it would be like leaving a party without your head. it just doesn't happen. if ashton was the reckless one in the relationship, then alfie was the heart. and the brains, not to mention the looks. he was lost in thought by the time he noticed alfie, and suddenly forgot everything. he felt found, warm, safe. as alfie hugged him, ashton wrapped his arms around the other male, squeezing him tight with a small smile. he didn't say anything, but let out a small pout when alfie moved away. ignoring the loud music and the stench of alcohol and the drunken bodies tripping up around them, that moment was perfect. it was him and alfie, ashton didn't want anything more. he didn't even get a chance to regain his thoughts before he was being tugged past people, ignoring the blonde who was trying to grab him and anyone else. it was just alfie, alfie, alfie. that was all ashton needed, he was all ashton needed. alfie could tug and pull him all the way around america and ashton wouldn't dare protest. nobody else was here, no one in the room full of sweaty bodies and by the time they made it outside and the crisp air hit his lungs, they were in paradise. cloud nine. just ashton, alfie and the stars. alone.
this was the life, wasn't it? freedom, no rules and no school and no.. no nothing. just freedom. just two stupid fucking kids and a world to conquer, two kids stupidly in love and a million cliffs to scream it at the top of. nothing mattered to ash, his mum had pretty much abandoned him and rehab was trying to claw it's way back into his life, he couldn't function without the drugs and the booze but none of that mattered. as long as alfie was with him, as long as alfie was happy, so was ashton. was he in love? yes. there was no doubt about it. alfie had this grip on the boy, a funny fuzzy feeling every time he even spoke. he was always floating around ashton's head, he was always the way home and always the blanket at night. he could be next door and ashton missed him so bad he couldn't eat or sleep, love wasn't the right word. obsession, need. he'd never felt like this ever, and probably never would again. alfie was his only one, and ashton would walk to the end of the world for him. there was no denying it. alfie drove him fucking crazy and ashton didn't mind, he could only sit there and sigh as his brain and stomach did backflips, aching for another second on alfie's lips.
as alfie dropped ashton'd hand, he brought it up to stare at it for a second. being this intoxicated, his hand was a entertaining thing to look at. haha, look. he had fingers. looking back up at the other boy, he smiled weakly as he moved around, sighing and talking about how worried and scared he was. alfie cared. ash let his head tilt slightly, watching the boy. i wouldn't leave you. he whispered, clinging to aflie's hand. i couldn't. he smiled, looking up at the slightly taller boy with a drunken hiccup. suddenly their lips were sealed and ashton let his eyes drop shut, doing his best to stay synced and in time with the kiss despite being drunk out of his mind. they'd done this so much before, they'd explored every part of each other. ash seemed to know alfie like the back of his hand, something he was proud of, and alfie knew how to leave ashton a complete mess. moaning needily into alfie's mouth, ash bent his hips towards him, needing wanting craving more. more, more, more. then it was over, finished, just as fast as it started and ashton was left with a very worried looking alfie. he was still unable to speak, he didn't want to say anything. he didn't want to ruin it, so he simply smiled, then grinned. why was love so underrated?
moments went by, moments of silence and complete thought by the highly intoxicated ashton. as alfie was sobering up, ashton was still far away thanks to the drugs and the booze. that was probably what made him jump to his next decision, something he'd never ever do while sober. he gripped alfie's hands tighter, leaning in to kiss his lips once more. a soft, quick peck. he remained close to the other boy, inches away from his lips before whispering. i love you. he blinked, stumbling back a little. like, really.. i really love you, and i want you to be my boyfriend? i mean, it can be official, because everyone asks and.. i won't lie or cheat but.. i just need you to be more? you know? it's hard? he hiccuped once more, smiling weakly and going in to kiss the taller boy again. what was going to happen? what would he say?
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