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Post by jaqueline tara oliver on May 26, 2009 21:35:40 GMT -5
So it had been a month since Griffin and Jac had gotten into their "real" relationship thing. And Jac couldn't deny, she really started to like and get used to it. The whole "being nice" thing. It was truly out of both of their natures. It was fun having a "real boyfriend" or whatever they wanted to call their newly established relationship thing. Wow, so that was a relationship... huh. Jac was meeting Griffin in the park now to go for a walk. Yes, a walk. The crazy headstrong couple was settling down without destroying a path in the process.
You could say Jac enjoyed not totally bitching at the guy she loved. Yeah, that was pretty much the truth. Being calm, and considerate. Instead of irrational and uptight. Their first night of no fighting and sanity had been about exactly a month ago, Jac thought silently while twisting her hands together and walking along the paved parkway in L.A. It was a warm day today. Jac was wearing a tee shirt, some skinny jeans, and a pair of old converse. Twisting her fingers around in her palm, she remembered the day weeks ago like only two short hours ago.
The heat, the rush, the flood; it all happened so fast. Griffin's words were just too much to bear. Jac loved him, and she was sure of it. So maybe they drank a little. And maybe they had some... fun. What the hell? That's what they usually did once there was a get together again yay drama. This hadn't happened ever before. Nothing had ever been this way, but in Jac felt the need to just let it all happen. Everything happens for a reason. This wouldn't have happened if it wasn't supposed to be completed, right? And Griffin would stay with Jac through anything, right?
Remembering this morning, when Jac suddenly noticed she "missed it". Curiously, she wandered into her bathroom where she kept a test, just incase. Pulling it out quickly, she could feel her hands shaking as she ripped through the cardboard container it came in. Pulling out the white stick, she quickly performed the test. After waving it out and sighing finally giving up, she sank to the bathroom floor with her head in her hands. There goes my life she thought to herself. So Jac had thought of a rule for herself at the age of eight, you don't cry, EVER. It showed others that you were vulnerable and a possible target. So it was better off showing no emotion at all.
After sitting there on the bathroom floor in her soft shorts and cami, Jac decided to get up and do something with her life, instead of standby and watch it rot. Stepping up, she took out her phone and looked at the time. It was 2pm. Jac hadn't had breakfast or lunch, but she didn't feel like eating. Instead, she called Griffin and asked him to meet her at the park. So here she was, waiting for a semi-sweet-lover-guy who she wasn't all to sure would like her news.
STATUS: done WORD COUNT: 517 OUTFIT: click NOTES: i love ash and plotting. <3
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Post by griffin nelson on May 28, 2009 17:35:52 GMT -5
he felt slightly invaded, sitting at the tiny table amidst what seemed like twenty or so people in his face with cameras or microphones. he didn't need press or paparazzi or whoever-they-were asking him questions when he was just trying to use the wifi at a cafe so he could e-mail the guys in his band. in all honesty, he didn't consider himself a celebrity. and he never would have dreamed this kind of thing up, no matter how much he had to drink. however, what got to him more than the bright flashes and constant shouts was the context of their questions. and, how they left him speechless after each one.
"so are you seeing anyone on the side?" was the first thing he was approached with. his mouth had dropped to the tabletop, and he felt like his brain was getting fried as all the cameras clicked and flashed. then it was, "are you bailing on the band to be with jac?" and then when he took too long to answer, they went on to ask if she was too controlling, or pregnant, or protective, or annoying, or engaged, or cheating, or skinny. and griffin, who really wasn't used to anything at all like this, just sort of sat there, waiting for them to evaporate or disappear by some other miracle.
though, when he got the phone call from jac, he managed to sneak off to the privacy of the employee bathroom. he confirmed that he'd meet up with her in the park, since there was a dwindling mob waiting for him to return to his seat and too-sour lemonade. much to their dismay, though, he managed to slip out the window of the bathroom - using all that knowledge from high school and escape antics to aid him. he did lose his shoes in the process, but it wasn't of much concern to him anyway. the park wasn't far off at all, and he walked along the sidewalk in the grass until he caught sight of her.
and, as expected, he smiled. he rolled up the sleeves of his shirts with a slight wince - wishing he had decided to do laundry earlier in the week, so he wasn't stuck with a too hot and too formal shirt. but what he had, he had. and, as he got closer, he noticed something wasn't entirely right. but rather than veering back onto that path of quick-assumptions-and-conclusions, he kept his mouth shut, and muttered a mere "hey jac," before taking his hands out of his pockets as he walked - barefoot - alongside her.
NOTES - epicnesssss is coming upp hahahaa <3 WORDS - four hundred and thirty-five STATUS - done & sorry it's long. i had to explain his freakishness OUTFIT - click
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Post by jaqueline tara oliver on May 28, 2009 19:17:14 GMT -5
I'm going to tell him... Jac thought to herself. Was it being rash? Yes. Was it going against everything Jac was telling herself? Yes. Was it bound to end their relationship for good? Yes. Just the other day Jac had been swarmed while grabbing Starbucks in west Los Angeles. The paparazzi was all over asking her questions like was she still with Griffin, and was she cheating on him, how was their sex life, why are you so skinny, are you pregnant, and other nonsense like that. Well, some of it was nonsense.
Scuffing her converse along the hard pavement, Jac looked up to see a happy familiar face smiling at her. Glancing down, she noticed the Griffin was barefoot. Well, that was just Griffin. Completely random and he doesn't even need a reason, much less cares what you think. "Hey," Jac started, then glanced down to his feet. "Should I ask?" she said with a faint smile and leaning up for a kiss on the lips quickly and suddenly. She took his hand in hers and swung it lightly in the breeze as they walked along the path side by side. "So how has your day been so far?" she asked, trying to put on another fake and faint smile.
It was hard lying to Griffin, Jac didn't like it and he could easily tell when something was wrong... and boy, something was wrong alright. Bigger than the both of them. Would this be the last and end of Griffin and Jac? Or would Griffin and Jac want to be responsible and keep this kid?
STATUS: done WORD COUNT: 266 OUTFIT: click NOTES: ahhh the suckiness begins! D:
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Post by griffin nelson on May 28, 2009 20:00:33 GMT -5
griffin pursed his lips in thought, and just found it as a nice coincidence she leaned up to kiss him at the same time. he laughed beside himself for that reason, but it faded quickly with the sudden grasp on his hand. he didn't like the vibe, to tell you the truth. he tried to just let it go though, for fear of sparking some kind of argument. that was always the new concern, and he feared that it was beginning to interfere with how open and honest they could be together. only time would tell on that whole issue, though.
he glanced back down to his feet - wriggling his toes as they walked. "i'd rather you didn't," he sighed slightly, mussing up his hair with obvious frustration at the very thought. "but i do like your shoes," he commented absent-mindedly, trying to pick up the mood, conversation - anything he could.
"my day was kind of hectic, i guess," he admit - looking at their swinging hands, and then at her. "i ran into some people earlier, and i didn't exactly want to hang out with them." was the chosen way griff chose to put 'i nearly got mauled by stalkers.' but it was okay with him now. atleast they weren't following.... okay, so maybe it was bad to think something like that. he made a casual attempt to peer behind them as he spoke now. "your day," he gazed back at her before the path in front of them. "was alright, i hope? you sounded funny on the phone, a bit." and that was as far as his boyfriend intuition went.
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Post by jaqueline tara oliver on May 29, 2009 21:46:58 GMT -5
Giggling softly at Griffin's adorable unpredictable self, Jac noticed that she really had to be serious... she wasn't a kid anymore, and there wasnt any parents to shoo away the bad monster. That monster became a reality Jac needed to face right now. She was no superhero, she needed Griffin. " Yeah, you could say so. I sounded funny?" she asked, curious. Somehow knowing she was pregnant made her feel vulnerable and like any mere comment could send her off a cliff. Jac wasn't the type of girl who would be a pregnant kid... wait, she wasn't a kid anymore. She was a grown adult, and not a girl; a strong, independent, woman.
Griffin's story probably had to do with some crazy fan scene. Unlike Griffin, Jac didnt absolutely hate fame. Sure, it could get annoying, especially when they butt into Jac and Griffin's relationships, but it was sort of good. To have people actually, know who you are. Although, Jac was mostly famous for dating Griffin, there was also myspace, modeling, and pictures.
While swinging her and Griffin's entertwined hands gently, Jac tried to smile. "So what would you say exactly," Jac started. Oh shit. How were you supposed to tell your boyfriend you're pregnant? A boyfriend that you very deeply love and would hate to ever lose. "if I said I was..." Jac tried to continue on. Letting out a heavy sigh, she gave in. "Pregnant?" she asked, with that guilty look on her face as if she'd done something wrong.
STATUS: done WORD COUNT: 252 OUTFIT: click NOTES: i cant even match you. D:
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Post by griffin nelson on May 29, 2009 22:13:14 GMT -5
her laughter shortly followed by the slightly hurt question confused him, as expected. he was only capable of so much girl-decoding a day, and already, he felt like he had reached his mind's capacity. "not silly-funny. like.... just different than usual," he tried to soothe any suspicions. mainly, because he wasn't in the mood to fight. in all honesty, he could be quite the diva if it came down to it, and at his tired state right now, he wasn't allowing himself to go into that mode. because it wouldn't be good news if it escalated to an argument of any type.
he felt slightly cold, despite the warm factor of their contact, and the pavement beneath his feet, which had been soaking up the sun all morning, no doubt. however, he just felt that vibe, and he just had no other way to explain it. though, jac seemed to have an explanation, which griffin heard with disbelieving ears. he wasn't buying this as a 'hypothetical question,' or 'what if' game. he knew better. his face, though, didn't display his slight hurt for receiving the sugar-coated wording. if he felt bad for anyone, it was now jac. it wasn't about him anymore.
"you're... pr- .. with a baby."" it came out as more of a question... but thanks for stating the obvious, griffin. it's not like she hadn't realized that, or anything. mainly, it was just sinking into his own head. slowly. he must have opened his mouth and closed it again atleast a dozen times before just deciding to make sure everything was clear. "it is mine, right?" he asked before he could catch himself. oh well. atleast it was off his chest now.
but there was obviously more to it. and now that was getting to griffin's thick head as well. his opposite hand flew to his mouth and he nibbled on his fingernails. one of his few stress habits, which made him wonder what exactly jac herself was going through. "what the fuck are we gonna do?" he asked, letting his facade fade. so much for his confidence.
NOTES - this suckkksss ): WORDS - three hundred and fifty-one STATUS - done OUTFIT - click
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Post by jaqueline tara oliver on May 29, 2009 23:20:57 GMT -5
without giving a half-hearted thought, jac instinctively put her hand to her stomach and looked down slightly towards it. there was no lump, obviously, and jac was a very thin girl, almost as thin you'd think she was anorexic or something. imagining jac fat with a baby was like imagining a fat swimsuit model. times ten. yes. it seemed pretty impossible and illogical. there was no epiphany or emotional drive that was telling jac she had to absolutely have this baby. so there was no need to make rash decisions. ofcourse she would tell griffin, and she had. but what was next on the list of things to do when you're pregnant?
looking to griffin jac sighed. "yeah i've been having sex with some other guy his name is morgan freeman. duh. ofcourse it's you. really, you think i'd cheat?" she said, rolling her eyes, being thoroughly pissed off. okay, that was uncalled for. the last thing the couple needed right now was another fight. "sorry, i'm just kind of shocked too still." jac admited sheepishly while twisting and playing with her hands again. it had become a bad habit. especially a habit when she didn't feel like talking to griffin about something.
what the fuck are we going to do?. yepp, that question had practically been in jac's head since this morning and the tests returned positive. but atleast he used the word we. that counted for something, right? it meant he was in... sort of? not a gurantee but telling you he'd think about it. they had stopped in their tracks in the park pathway. jac shook her head in dismay. "i don't really know." she said, then looked up to griffin's shocked and confused yet still adorable face. "what do you want to do?" jac asked him, seeking answers to completely insane questions.
then jac started walking along the pathway again, trying to move on from the awkwardness and shock of her "big news". surprisingly, jac had been ready for that kind of reaction. after all, she knew griffin's every move almost all the time. it was easy. and it practically came naturally to jac.
STATUS: done WORD COUNT: 358 OUTFIT: click NOTES: she's so calm. XD i'd be running around in circles screaming. :]
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Post by griffin nelson on May 29, 2009 23:34:14 GMT -5
he looked away as her hands traveled to her stomach. of course he felt guilty. honestly, who else was to blame? he felt his own stomach start to churn with discomfort and anxiety, but he just took a deep breath. by no means did the problem go away, but it kept him calm for the time being. he realized how stupid he sounded for asking if it really was... his. god, that was such a foreign idea.
he shrugged off her apology, because he should have been the one to say sorry. for so many things, really... but what could he do about it now? absolutely nothing... except be there for her. if that was what she wanted, anyway. his eyebrows knit together for a moment as he scratched his head. oh... what if she didn't want that? if she was mad at him? if she was blaming this all on him?! "oh god," he muttered, slightly beside himself and still in shock, even though he shouldn't have been the one stressing.
he shook his head when she asked what he wanted. he didn't know. he was walking around a park barefoot with his on-and-off girlfriend. he was twenty-one. he got trashed almost every night. he went on tour. he didn't finish school. he wasn't sure of anything. how was he supposed to determine the fate of their togetherness? "i dunno either," he scrambled to piece answers together in his head, but failed miserably. "it's your... body. you know?" of course she knew. he just couldn't seem to stop with those half-questions. blame the nerves.
"whatever you decide, i'll stick around for the ride." he said after a slight pause, beginning to follow her after she had begun to walk again, a few feet away now. "if that's what you want." he'd stop talking for a moment then - just because he didn't want to sound cheesy. totally not his thing, even at a time when it wouldn't exactly hurt to be sincere.
NOTES - lmfao he's so stupid! WORDS - three hundred and thirty-three STATUS - finished OUTFIT - click
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Post by jaqueline tara oliver on May 29, 2009 23:55:07 GMT -5
okay, so maybe jac really didn't know what the hell was going through griffin's head. ofcourse it was griffin's. she hadn't slept with another guy in six months. ofcourse they were always "careful" and were "protected" when they slept together. well fuck, who knew sex could lead to a baby? this was the last thing of all sorts jac thought was what would happen. griffin was in shock. not much of a surprise. when she told him that she got a full grade on her last exam he was in shock. rolling her eyes dramatically, jac kept on walking while waiting for griffin to come back to earth.
twisting her fingers in her palms and playing with her hands still, jac looked to griffin. sort of a look of hope, despair, and searching eyes. searching for an answer, or help. psh. yeah right. she didn't even know what griffin would do. she wouldn't blame him for walking... or more like running, away from her. but it wasn't about griffin, and it wasn't about jac. it was about the kid growing inside of her. at the moment, nothing else really mattered. but then other "problems" popped into jac's head. her life.
tears were about to well up in jac's eyes. no. she wouldn't let this happen. the last time she cried she was only eight. quietly she wrapped her arms around griffin, stuffing her head into his hard chest. he wasn't very buff, but he was strong and close enough. jac didn't know why but for some reason she felt protected by her long time boyfriend who she loved which would probably break up with her anyways. she looked up. "really? so you'd want to keep it?" she asked, because hell she didnt know what the fuck she wanted to do.
STATUS: done WORD COUNT: 304 dont laugh. >.< xD OUTFIT: click NOTES: i feel so bad. lol... i hope theres no people in the park..... XD
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Post by griffin nelson on May 30, 2009 16:01:23 GMT -5
sex did not make babies. sex made you a happy man without troubles. that was griffin's initial mindset, despite how intelligent he actually was. it didn't really didn't show how smart he was now, though did it? infact, he was looking pretty ridiculous. he stood in her shadow as she walked, with his mouth hanging agape and his had twisted in his two-toned hair.
his worry didn't fade when she turned to look at him with those desperate eyes. he felt worse, if it was possible. how do you apologize for something like this? especially if she believed 'things happened for a reason' or something like that. he certainly didn't. this was just a smudge of an error. not fate. he sighed slightly to himself before deciding to catch up to her.
"jac, i just don't know," griffin said. definitely not the ideal answer, because in all reality, it was just a sweetened version of saying 'i don't care.' but atleast he had said he'd be there for her, no matter what she chose. or atleast, he thought he had said that. he leaned down slightly to shrink the height difference when she put her arms around him. he kept one hand in his pocket and the other went to her back, pulling her into him for the time being. it's up to you, one hundred percent." he mumbled, trying to focus on her, rather than the people who walked by, staring briefly.
he didn't know what else he could offer. "did you weigh out the pros and cons? you're giving away your career for a while, unless you can work through that. and press will be all over you, and me, and.. us." but that was all griffin was good for. he rarely saw the positive in things, and how exactly he could see this becoming a good thing, he couldn't describe. he was hoping she would offer that information up, because he was lost.
NOTES - he's seriously such an idiot WORDS - three hundred and twenty-seven STATUS - done OUTFIT - click
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Post by jaqueline tara oliver on Jun 18, 2009 19:49:33 GMT -5
she's fresh to death she'll be the death of me [/color] S E D U C T I O N C A N L E A D T O D E S T R U C T I O N[/font] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -[/center] jac didn't want it to be this way. in some ways, she wanted to keep her youth. have griffin atleast try to talk some sense into jac. why the fuck did she want to keep this baby anyways? It would only maybe ruin her life, reputation, and her career would basically be over. and school. they would obviously kick her out if she was having a fucking kid. why did she still want it so much though? sure, she'd heard that whole sense of belonging mother shit, but she never thought it would occur to her. she was jac oliver.
and hell, even the sex wasn't that great to make it all magical and shit. it was just griffin, the way he always was. she still had her arms wrapped around griffin, and didnt plan on letting go until he probably forced her off. it felt good to have his hand on her back. even if it wasn't in a sexual kind of way. i mean, the couple wasn't that hormonal... today she felt a heavier weight on her shoulders. almost as if I were carrying somebody else she though to herself. "did you weigh out the pro's and con's? you're apart of this too you know." jac said. griffin never really dealt with that much responsibility. he could barely manage to even have shoes. her eyes trailed down to his bare feet on the pavement. she couldn't help but have her lips pull up into a smile.
"griffin?" she looked up to him with her big puppy dog eyes. she looked increasingly way too innocent. "did you really mean what you said that other night?" jac asked, thinking back to the night where she had asked if he even wanted to be with her. it had been hard for her to muster up her fears and actually ask, seeing as his bandmates sure didn't hesistate. it did bother jac sometimes though, thinking of all the things griffin could have been doing with girls besides her. that had also been the night were, um, yeah, griffin and jac had done the nasty. yepp. she was pretty sure they were about half drunk and hadnt used protection, or they were so ready to fuck that they forgot... it had happened before, but not the whole kid-inside-me thing.
no, she wouldn't cry, as stated before, it was showing people you were vulnerable. like saying 'here i am, you can do something to me cause i'm hurt!'. jac would never do that. not even when her mom died. if her mom couldn't even make her cry, did she love griffin even more if he made her go closer to tears?
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