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[danyan]

lol, thanks =P

Emily started to stumble, and grasped Taylor’s arm. Taylor chuckled, “Still intoxicated?”
He wrapped his arm around her waist for extra support.
She nodded slowly, her eyes drooping a bit.
“Tired now? I’m thinking I shouldn’t take you to a bar ever again. Ever.” Taylor gave a grim smile.
“Yes, I am...” She rubbed her eyes. “I’m not sure if I want to get drunk again.”
“I don’t want you to, either.” He helped her regain balance, after another fault of her feet. “We really must’ve walked far. We still have a few miles to go before reaching Rosalie’s mansion. Shall I order a carriage?”
“I wouldn’t want you to spend your money on me, unless your feet are getting tired.”
“Lets order a carriage...I mean, we are a few miles away.” Taylor reasoned. He walked over to a stable, and paid a scruff looking man. He helped Emily up to the carriage, then lifted himself up. The horse picked up speed, and Emily shivered slightly.
“Cold?” Taylor asked.
“Emily nodded. “How did...you know?”
“You shivered, plus, alcohol depresses your body system.” Taylor explained. “I can warm you up.” Taylor leaned in for an awkward hug, and held Emily in his arms. It would’ve been more romantic, friendlier, if she had been sober.
They rode in that position until they arrived at the Charmand Mansion. Taylor released his arms from around Emily’s shoulders, and helped her out of the carriage. He led her up the steps of the porch and hugged her much more.
“I had a great time tonight, Emily.” Taylor smiled.
“I did too. Would it be possible for us to do something alone sometime?” What am I saying? I have no more control over my mouth!
He raised his eyebrows in surprise, then his face softened. “I’d...I’d like that. Here, look at this tomorrow when you’re sober. And don’t even have a glass of any alcoholic drinks anymore.” Taylor handed her an envelope, and leaned in for another awkward hug.
Emily breathed in his scent, and hugged back. “I won’t, I promise.” She laughed.

* * *

Annabel and Feng walked towards the docks, near his parents’ trading post.
“So...” Annabel started, trying to make small talk. She fiddled with her spectacles, a nervous habit, and hoped Feng didn’t notice.
Feng smiled at her. “So...” he repeated. “So, you seem to know Kiersten and Demetri fairly well.”
“Oh, yes. We’re all good friends. Two of my best, actually.” Her face clouded with worry. “I’m deathly worried about Kiersten, though. The horrid men there...they called her a regular, while glancing at her lustfully. I wonder, just how often she does she go there?”
“I wouldn’t know, but I have seen her in there once or twice...”
“And poor Demetri, getting turned down so. He and Cassandra would have been quite perfect, if only her standards weren’t set so high.” Lady Cassandra was a good friend of Annabel’s, but she could be a little stuck up at times. “He told me about his plans to propose, in advance, and I encouraged him...I feel quite terrible.”
Feng nodded understandingly. “It’s not your fault she said no. You know that, right?”
“Yes, I know, but I still feel terrible.”
They walked on in silence, neither knowing what to say. This happened a lot, when they were together. Awkward silences were not uncommon between the two, and Annabel found it easier to be with him, as well as a large group of people.
“We’ve recently gotten an import of fine jewelry, from an old maiden who passed on,” Feng said, trying to make conversation weakly. “I don’t know if you like that sort of thing..?”
“Oh, no, not really,” Annabel muttered. “Apparel isn’t one of my greatest concerns, as of late.” Damnit, you idiot. Try to talk to him. You’ll only halt the conversation, being like that.
“I see,” He replied.
Why must this be so awkward? Is it him? Oh, dear, it’s me, isn’t it? Or is it neither’s fault? Is it just us, together? She’d wanted this, but this...this was difficult.
“So, Annabel...How are you?”
“Oh, me? I’m good, thanks. A little down, a little worried, but fine considering...” Considering that I’m such an idiot. Considering everything currently sucks. “And you, Mr. Peak?”
“I’m good, thanks. Oh, look, it’s my stop. Well, good-bye, Miss Lovelace. I hope to see you soon.”
“Indeed. Goodbye, Feng.”
“Are you sure you’ll be okay, walking home on your own?”
“I’ll be fine.”
And then Annabel headed for Rosalie’s, absolutely hating herself.

[Lari]

yay!! post! more! post! more!*continues chanting*

[danyan]

Chapter Three
The Day After



Emily slowly climbed up the stairs in a daze, gripping the letter in her hand, finally reaching the room she shared with Annabel. She yawned, found her bed in the dark, and immediately fell asleep as she plopped onto the bed, her head hurting quite a bit.
After five minutes of resting, Annabel walked in, and worriedly chuckled at the sight of Emily, and walked over to her bed, sitting down, and sighed with a slight frown. She wanted to tell her about her portion of the night, but, she felt as if she were terrible. Emily was Feng’s good friend, after all. Emily might not like it if she told her that Feng might not be what she was looking for.
Annabel placed her glasses on the night-stand, and rubbed her eyes. She yawned once more, and tucked herself in, not caring she still had an expensive dress on her body.
The next morning, Annabel woke up, more tired than she ever felt before. She glanced to her left, seeing Emily still lying there, in a form of a blob, for she didn’t have her glasses on. I’ll have to explain to Lady Rosalie what happened last night...Maybe that’ll give Emily more time for her body to cure her hangover.
Worry was Annabel’s current dominant emotion-anyone who knew her knew that she was born a worrier, and she tended to exaggerate things. Her hands shook, her teeth chattered, and she felt herself grow unsteady as she tidied the maids quarters.
Emily’s sleeping lump worried her. Why had Taylor and Feng taken them to a bar? She hoped that her friend wasn’t suffering too greatly.
She sat at the foot of Emily’s bed, patting her sleeping form. “Em, dear, you really need to get up.” When Emily didn’t budge, Annabel shook her violently. “Wake up, sleeping beauty. Rise and shine-the sun is up, the birds are singing, Rosalie needs her breakfast, and you’re worrying your friend.” She said the last part through gritted teeth.
Emily groaned and rolled over, muttering a muffled, “Go away.”
Annabel sprang up and threw open the drapes, blinding sunlight pouring in though the open windows that hurt even Annabel’s eyes.
“Emily...I hate to do this to you, but I’m going to see if Lady Rosalie will let me take the day off. I should check on Kiersten and Demetri-neither looked too good lost night”
“Fine. Go, just leave me be.”
“I will , however be informing Lady Rosalie to wake you up at any costs.” Annabel grinned at her evilness.
“I hate you.”
“Love you, too, darling.”

* * *

“Hello, Lady Donovan. It’s Demetri in?” Annabel asked, standing at the door of Demetri’s home in her scrappy dress, a thin coat, her hair down and billowing in the wind.
“Oh, Miss Lovelace, dear! Of course he is, come right in.” Lady Donovan opened the door wider, welcoming Annabel in with the gesture of her arms. “Demetri!” She then called out, in a loud voice that hurt Annabel’s ears. “Demetri, dear, you’ve a visitor.” Lady Donovan turned to Annabel. “Why don’t you wait for him in the parlor, darling? He’ll be right down.”
“Yes, thank you, Lady Donovan.” She seated herself in a terribly uncomfortable sofa, crossing her legs and placing her hands in her lap. She hoped that he didn’t have the hangover, as bad as Emily had. Though she was certain that Kiersten had it for worse, perhaps double.
“Oh, hello, Annabel,” Demetri said, sitting down across from Annabel. “What brings you here?” He seemed pleased. She was startled at his seemingly fine appearance, his good natured-ness. He didn’t look, at all like he’d had an ounce to drink the previous night.
“I just came to check on you, Demetri. You seemed quite upset last night, and I just wanted to make sure that you were alright.” She smiled warmly. “So, how are you?”
Demetri smiled back, appreciating her concern. “Quite alright, actually, considering...last night’s events.”
“Well, that’s good. I’m glad to hear it. “ she would have thought he’d be a bit more down would have thought he’d be a bit more down than this-after all, his marriage proposal had been turned down, not twenty-four hours before.
“I think I’ve moved on,” Demetri informed, matter-of-factly.
“You have? Wonderful!” Already? “To whom, if you don’t mind my asking?” She knew that he didn’t mind, and awaited his answer expectantly.
“Your friend, Kiersten Gall. I don’t know, but last night, I just realized how beautiful she was...Though I know I probably don’t have a chance. I never really do.”
“Demetri Donovan, don’t say that. Eventually you’ll find someone, and you’ll appreciate it more if you achieve it, rather than having it handed to you. Trust me, it will be worth the wait.”
“If you say so, Annabel...” He sighed. “So, do you think I have a chance with Kiersten?”
Annabel considered. Great, She thought. Another thing on my list of worries. “Perhaps. Kiersten is stubborn as a mule, but she’s my best friend. I’ll talk to her, see what I can do for you. I hope you two wind up together-that would work perfectly.”
“Thanks, Annabel. For your encouragement, your help, your visit...You’re a good friend, you know that?”
The words please her. “Any time, Mr. Donovan. My apologies, but I think I’ll be going-I’ve another stop to make before I head back to Lady Rosalie’s.”
“Mr. Peak’s, I assume?”
“No, actually, I need to stop by Kierstens. She’ll dispise me for my worry-ward pity, she always does, but despite the verbal abuse, I can’t help myself. It’s in my nature to help, and I’m sure she’ll be experiencing a horrendous hangover. I’ll talk to her for you, if you like?”
“I would appreciate it. But, if you like your head, you’ll not mention my possible feelings for her.”
“Of course not,” Annabel said, looking take aback. “I’ll keep your secret, Demtri-I always do.”
“I know you do.”
“Bye, Mr. Donovan!” Annabel called, going to leave. “Good luck with that hangover I know you’re hiding, and good luck with Miss Gall!”
“Thanks, Miss Lovelace. Good bye!”


Lalala~

[Lari]

cuuute!

more! more!

oh, and sorry bout the wait...i've been stuck at skool even longer cuz of play practice...wich im actually NOT complaining about!XD

[danyan]

xD Nice. What play is it?

“Miss Lovelace,” The Gall’s maid greeted, answering the door for Annabel. She was a regular in this house-all of the servants knew her as the maid who was friends with the upperclass.
“Miss Wood,” Annabel responded, with a cheery smile.” Miss Gall’s asleep in bed, I assume.”
“Indeed. Shall I wake her up, or-
“That won’t be necessary, Miss Wood. I’ll wake her up myself, if you don’t mind.” She slipped out of her coat and hung it up herself, and headed for Kiersten’s bed chamber.
“Kiersten, honey?” She asked tapping on the door. She knocked louder. “Miss Gall, wake up and answer this door immediately.”
“Go away, Bells!” Kiersten yelled, her voice muffled by what Annabel assumed was a pillow.
Annabel let herself in, sitting down in an arm chair, watching her friend sleep. Pity flooded through her blending with worry, and she found tears swell up in her gray eyes. How could she be crying again? She was so weak. She watched her friend’s misery for a few moments longer, and found she couldn’t stand it. She dabbed at her eyes, strolled over to Kiersten’s bed, and stripped the sheets off of Kiersten. Kiersten was still wearing the vomit-stained dress she’d worn the night before.
“Let’s get you out of this filth,” Annabel said, pulling a simple, comfortable-looking dress from Kiersten’s wardrobe. For modesty’s sake, Annabel hoped that her friend was wearing a lip, a petticoat, or something. Gently, she sat her friend up and helped her out of her dress. Reluctantly, Kiersten allowed her to.
“Annabel, I wish to die,” Kiersten simply stated.
“I know, love. Your headache must be unbearable. Just remember, you’ll be all over it soon, and soon you’ll be your cheery self again. But I will not allow you into that bar, or any other, for that matter. And if I catch you in one, I shall tell your mother.”
“You wouldn’t.”
Annabel grinned, pulling on the clean dress and buttoning it up. “Lean forward, love, and let me roll your hair back.” Annabel refrained from gagging as her hand passed over a dry chunk of vomit in Kiersten’s spirally brown hair.
“You know that it isn’t just the hangover, don’t you? Annabel, I feel like my life is going nowhere. I’ve no mate, no purpose, just a stuck up family and our pointless wealth. Why do you think I was in that bar? I’ve a death-wish.”
“I know,” Annabel choked out, hoping that Kiersten couldn’t sense the tears streaming down Annabel’s face as she pinned up her friend’s hair. She sniffled, wiped at her eyes, not wanting Kiersten to think that Annabel was weak. Having recomposed herself, she sat down in front of Kiersten, taking her hands in hers. “But love, you’ll have to hold onto your life. You nkow that. You’ve no idea how many people you’d hurt if you were to cease your existence.”
“No one would care.”
“How can you say that? First of all, there’s me. You know that I would follow you, don’t you? You must. I would follow you to the edge of a cliff, like a helpless sleep. And you’ve friends! Emily, Taylor, Feng, Cassandra, Demetri, countless others. Your family would miss you. Face it, Kiersten, you’re quite loved in this life.”
“Yes, I guess.” Kiersten, still looked reluctant, unsure. Doubtful.
“And I know about your ‘no mate’ dilemma. I’ve a solution!”
Kiersten’s eyes brightened.
“I know someone who would be perfect for you! He’s just as sad and lonely, feels just as rejected now, as you. And he’s a good friend of yours. I rather think it’d be a perfect match.”
“Who?” Kiersten asked, an eyebrow raised.
“Mr Donovan!”
“Annabel!” Kiersten scolded. “Surely you can’t be serious.” She put a hand to her forehead. “I’ve too great a headache for this. Demetri is...I could never be more than friends with him. Never.”
Annabel’s spirits darkened.
“Alright, I understand. Well, I just came to make sure you were still alive.”
“Hardly.”
“I’d better be going. Lady Rosalie will want me back. But Kiersten-keep a stiff upper lip. And think about what I’ve said.”

* * *

As she walked home, Annabel thought about all of the awful events that had taken place in the last twenty-four hours. Things seemed to be spiraling downwards.
Her dearest friend, Kiersten, was apparently an alcoholic. Her other dear friend, Demetri, had just been rejected, moved onto a girl who’d never love him back. Emily had just discovered alcohol, and Annabel hoped to God that she’d stay clear of it. Things with her new ‘boyfriend’ were awkward as could possibly be.
As she walked, she let the tears flow freely. It was all she could do to sink down to the side of the road and weep.

[Lari]

interesting! i still like it!

and Good 'n' Plenty...IT WAS HILARIOUSXD

one of the lines is:
"My butt is on the line, which means YOUR butt is on the line, which means YOUR butt is on MY butt and I DONT LIKE BEING IN THAT POSITION!"
"me neither"

XD