In this chapter there is a Doctor Who scene sort of rewritten, props goes to people who can find it. I dare you to. Tell me in a review, if you can.
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Once Ty had left, the feeling of restriction pressed down on her once more. The room spun around her, a flurry of colors, blending and molding together in harmony. The taste of bile slowly rose in her throat. Breathing through her nose, she tried to wait until the light-headedness had passed. Her body felt numb and uncontrolled, as if it didn't belong to her. At any moment, she knew she might pass out from everything and tried to stall it.
Think, she told herself, think. Problem was, the only thing that seemed like it could phase everything out was the one thing she was trying to quell, the one thing she never wanted to do again. Attraction. That's what she felt for Ty. She didn't believe in love at first sight, but lust was completely plausible in her mind's view. She lusted for Ty. Why did that statement seem so incredibly wrong? Really, there was no problem with him. In fact, he was adorable, helping her when she was completely torn. But Rocky would never approve.
Why was Rocky such a big part of her self-conscious? It seemed whatever she did had to be approved by Rocky first. A good mentality in her mind, but limited. For the meantime, she knew that she couldn't have much to do with the Blue family.
When the feeling of queasiness failed to pass after ten minutes, she made the grave decision and walked into her bathroom, holding herself tall, hoping that she wouldn't be defeated. Opening the cupboards above her sink, she found exactly what she was looking for. It was nestled in between various different bottles and vials of makeup, as if it were hiding from her, knowing what she was going to do next.
Pink, in its packaging and fresh. Most importantly, it imposed the least risks. She ripped it out greedily, excited to see it like it were an old friend. Hesitation bombarded her head as she pressed it to her skin. All she needed to do was pull. It didn't even have to be that much.
Pull, pain, relief, repeat. And she did just that, wincing after each nick. The cuts blinked red as if it were signaling something. She could almost hear Rocky chiding her. After what seemed like hours of standing there in the bathroom feeling seemingly stripped, she left, leaving the blade and all her temporary woes behind.
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Meanwhile, Ty was locking the apartment with his keys that his mother had finally given him when he bumped into Mrs. Jones. To him, it was odd considering the way to exit the building was downstairs and she lived below them. Unless she wanted to talk to his mom of course, that would be fine. The look on her face betrayed this thought and he groaned inwardly, waiting for a lecture or an errand.
"Hey Ty, how are you doing?" He shrugged nonchalantly and leaned on the door, expecting the worst. Of course, it could be about Cece. If it were, in that case, Ty would be listening intently. "Good, um, is your mom home?" His hopes died and he explained how she had been gone for the whole day, looking for some part-time work, mostly due to the fact that she wanted new shoes.
"While I'm here, would you like to come to movie night tonight at our house? Deuce says he's coming, and I invited those foreign friends of yours, Gretta and Tammy?" He laughed.
"Gunther and Ty." She nodded, muttering a right before he said he would go. They said their formalities and she left, leaving him lingering in the hall, wanting to avoid an awkward conversation.
He really only agreed because of the fact that he knew that she would be swallowed by the crowd if he didn't. They would pepper her with questions, or just talk to their hearts content, pushing her over the edge before she finally snapped.
He knew way too much about her.
For a moment he pondered this. He had known her ever since he was four and she was two. He had a fascination with her hair because of its coppery color and always braided it. How girly he had been, and how embarrassing that memory had been. The very thought of the memory triggered the blood to rush up to his cheeks.
He prodded them when he felt this, as if expecting to feel the burn. Only Cece possessed the power to render him in this state of girlish blushing, and he resented that. Finally walking down the stairs, he realized that every step he took he was closer to the mini-party and closer to Cece, and that thought made him blush harder than he ever had before.
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When the time of the party finally came, he found himself exuding confidence. This definitely helped hide the nervousness that he felt building up inside his chest. Thankfully, he knew that the pressure was fictitious and wouldn't explode. At least, he hoped.
Deterring his thoughts about her, hoping to avoid coloring his skin with crimson he walked across the empty living room, soulless without his mother and Rocky. He took the fire escape, knowing that the sense of familiarity would cheer her up. The bitter cold dug into his skin, and he shivered, walking down at a faster pace to embrace the warmth.
"Hey hey," he said into the quiet. The Glitter twins, Deuce, and Cece sat comfortably in the living room already watching a movie, obviously a thriller. One of them shushed him for his rude actions and he uncomfortably sat down next to Cece.
She looked cleaned up, probably having being forced by her mom. Her hair fells in their normal curls down her back and she looked free of the gauntness that haunted her face earlier. A bowl of popcorn sat in her lap as she eagerly ate of it, the rising tension in the movie matching how much she was actually eating.
He was bored. He'd seen the movie before, knew how it ended and wanted to leave it at that. So he focused on her. And secretly, she focused on him too. Out of the corner of her eye she could see him, studying her meticulously, making her ears flush. Very romantic, she thought.
After two more big bowls of popcorn, and a few more movies, it looked like everyone was ready to pass out from fatigue. Sleepy smiles were seen on all of their faces. "Bye!" The twins called simultaneously, walking are in arm through the door. Deuce followed soon leaving both alone in the living room. "Ty… can I talk to you?" He grunted a reply and she led him into her room.
It had been cleaned since he had left. Dishes no longer hoarded corners and clothes no longer littered the floor. Her bed was undisturbed, flowery and innocent looking. She only turned on one light that left an ominous glow throughout the room.
He looked even more mysterious in the low light and Cece felt suddenly aware of how close they were. His breath tickled her neck and she scooted over. "What do you want to talk about?" His husky voice echoed in the silence. She hadn't thought of what she was actually going to say.
"I… I did it again today Ty…" She upturned her arms so that he could see and she turned away, dreading his reaction. He merely traced the wounds with his fingers, fascinated with them (in the most normal way possible). At the pain she winced slightly. They were still raw, but ultimately they were hide able.
"Cece," he said in a low whisper, no menacing or angry, but soft," you have to stop doing this." He was right and she knew it, but she knew that whatever she did, she would always look for her comfort in the pain that it provided. That was, unless she could find something better than that. Ty, she looked up at him and suddenly realized he had the potential to be better than any medicine. You're using him, she told herself, but looking at his meager smile and the caring in his eyes, she was locked under his spell.
"I've been… thinking of what, of who I want…" He nodded, looking at her right in the eyes, scared of what she was going to tell him. "Huh?" He asked. "In a word, in one very simple word you can understand." She was tired of the pain, tired of the crying. A part of her yearned for something better, something more satisfying, and Ty was that person. She leaned, her right hand cupping his cheek, aiming for his lips when he moved away from her and stood upright.
"What do you think you're doing?" His hands were in front of him as he backed up against the nearest wall.
"But you're, you're Cece!" Her movements seemed to be powered by all her feelings for him. She got up slinkily and walked over to him, linking her hands in his. "Yes I am Ty," but he pushed her away once more. Determination coursed through her veins. She was not going to let him win this one.
"Your mom, she would kill me if she saw me kissing you in your room in the morning!" He did have a point. With the commotion that they were making, she could easily walk in at any second and shoot him.
"Well, the morning's a long time away, isn't it?" After considering, she resumed, a hungry look still looming in her eyes, masking the real pain that she was ever so desperately trying to heal. Her hands pulled on his shoulders, desperately trying to kiss him, wanting to be satiated, wanting to taste him.
"Cece, I'm eighteen, you know what that means?" He grabbed her forearms and stared her in the eyes, to which she pouted, reminiscing a small child who was on the verge of throwing a fit.
"It's been a while?" She asked innocently, biting down on her lower lip, relishing his deepening blush.
"This could never work!" He finally exclaimed, exasperated. It was a low blow in general considering he had just plainly rejected her, trying to be as obvious as possible.
"Aw, Ty I'm flattered but I wasn't thinking of something so... long term," and she finally pushed herself on him, kissing him violently. As much as Ty wanted to push her away and reason with her once again, he was intoxicated.
His hands hovered over her shoulders. Sure, he had been kissed before, mostly at parties, but never by… Cece. Ice, flames, and chocolate. That was what her kissed tasted like. But it was oh-so-wrong. Standing here, kissing him, was a girl who was broken, terrified, and emptied. He was only feeding the flames by giving in.
Two things. He could pull away and reason with her once more, or he could give in and kiss her to his heart's content. But Cece seemed to decide for him and tugged on his collar, slightly tripping. They both landed on the floor, him on top of her.
"Kiss me," she purred into his ear, and he only hesitated for a minute before placing a kiss on her lips, wanting it to endure.
"Wha-? MO-!" Flynn appeared at the doorway, his face red with anger, staring at the two. Ty bolted and clamped his mouth shut. It was worse enough to have been caught in a such a compromising position by a ten year old, but the fact that his mom could come through the door at any second…
"Flynn it's not what it looked like," Anger pulsed in waves towards Ty, obviously blaming him for the whole situation. Sighing, he led Flynn to sit down, knowing that this would be a long, long night of explaining.
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So what did you guys think? Rewritten Number two, twice in a day, I feel so proud of myself, this is going good. By this time next week I might have all of Cry It Up finished. Sorry if you don't like Cece in the end but I wanted to have a sort of plot twist thing
Again, shoutout to all the reviewers because you guys make me happy, and a happy writer is a good writer
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Eskimo Kisses,
Kels (a.k.a z3stygurl97)