Looking up at her as she knelt between his knees, feeling her fingers run through his hair, placing his hands on her thighs just blow her ass as she leant into him, bringing her lips up to his ear. He felt a smile come across his face as he listened to her whisper in his ear, he definitely wouldn’t mind if she kissed him again. Looking into her eyes as she pulled back from his ear, bringing herself closer to him, but then avoiding his lips and kissing his cheek “awe! I wanted a real kiss” he pouted, laughing afterwards. He sat there, enjoying the closeness from her until he heard what she said. He stiffened a bit as he ran the question over and over again in his head. Bringing his hand to her chin, he turned her head light so that she was facing him, then pulled her in him, having it so that their lips where barely touching, but were close enough to be. ”Yes, I can truly say I’m starting to like you” he whispered before placing his lips against hers gently.
She kissed him back, letting herself sink into him, but her heart was full of doubt. She pulled back, still holding his face. “Wait, wait, wait.” She bit her lip and closed her eyes in exasperation at herself. She should just let it go, but no, she was Alice Reynolds, honest to a fault. That paired with her morbid curiosities and strange tastes is what earned her the title of school Basketcase. “You’re not supposed to. You’re not supposed to like me. You’re supposed to like… I don’t know… Some queen bee like Tinsley Chandler or Carissa or, or some girl-next-door like Avery Becker.” It felt like she had said it all in one breath. “I’m not…” She collapsed a little, sitting on her calves, disconnecting from him. She was the shorter one again. “It’s not supposed to be me.”
Adam followed the directions she was giving him, until they came to a stop at this store that had aged, but the way that it had aged, was definitely in it’s favour. You could tell just by looking at this place, that it wasn’t exactly a tourist attraction, which is something that brought him to smile at it as he followed her into the store. Well holding her hand also brought a smile to his face. Following along as they entered the store, looking around he took in every detail of the place that he could, and when he saw the owner of the store, he couldn’t help but chuckle a bit to himself. Of course a store like this would be owned by a man like that, and there was nothing wrong with it. Waving too him as an greeting as they walked by him towards the stairs. “Stretch? I can’t say I’m going to like that nickname” he said, right before smacking his head off the roof. “Ouch” he whispered, rubbing his head with his free hand as he ducked the rest of the way in. I really should have listened too her he found himself thinking as they came to the bottom floor of the store.
Looking around he noticed the piled in the corner, raising his eyebrow in suspension, some how knowing that it was because of her. He smiled as found herself sitting on the ground, listening to every word she said, “well I can’t say I’m surprised that you are here often. And I don’t mean that in a bad way. This place.. has a calming feeling too it” he said as he sat down beside her, wrapping his arm around her shoulders, pulling her into his chest, as she leant into him he kissed the top of her forehead. He was starting to really like being with her, he found himself calm and actually enjoying life for what it was when he was with her. Actually stopping to smell the roses for once, instead of just walking on by. He had no clue on how he could ever thank her for that, but he’d be damned if he didn’t find a way.
Alice settled into his chest, enjoying the rhythm of his breath. She wondered how long she could just stay that way. She started to play with a loose thread on the seam of his jeans, near his knee. She looked up at him, the top of her head pressed against his chest, for a long time before she worked up enough courage to do what she had been thinking about since they had first disconnected to leave the diner.
She turned around so she was facing him, and stepped over his leg with her knees. She stayed there for a bit, her on her knees between his legs, a little bit taller than him now. She came close to him and ran her fingers through his hair. She moved her head to the side so that her lips were next to his ear and whispered “I’m going to kiss you again.” She pulled back and looked into his steely blue eyes before leaning forward and kissing him lightly on the cheek. She smiled a little, sitting there, between his legs with her hands on his chest, before she could hold it in no longer. “Adam, do you- do you like me? Or is this some kind of… cruel joke or something…” When she finished speaking, her voice was small and she was looking at the ground, but she didn’t move away, and her hands were still on his chest. She looked back up at him, confusion and worry and maybe even hurt apparent on her face.
I suppose you have more important things to want? Like what? A bath?
Oh god, here we go. You call me a freak, I say I don’t care, you laugh about your superiority, et cetera, et cetera. Well, this is your lucky day. I don’t have the willpower to fight a Heather right now, so you get to win by saying I need a bath. Bravo.
Now… Alice? That’s your name right? There’s no need to be so bitter! You could be all those things if you just tried!
Not everybody wants to be popular, Olivia. 
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He could hear the slight slur of her words, the bit of sarcasm and flirtation bobbing to the surface. She was more fun when she was tipsy, not as up tight as she was before hand. Looking up at the sky he saw the pinholes of light from the dark blanket that covered the earth. He had to chuckle though and he simply looked at her as she came up with the whole scenario. Terrorizing the school was what he did best and he merely clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth while rolling his cigarette around with his tongue after such act, “Mm, would be a show. The perfect duo, but alas, I work alone.”
“What a shame.” She looked up at him. “Maybe it’s for the best, though. I’m not very menacing. I might endanger your rep.” She rolled over onto her side, her head on her hand. He certainly was menacing, but now, in her altered state, that seemed absurd. Almost funny. He was just a guy. A genuine psychopath, apparently, but still. He lusted after a Heather for god’s sakes. Then, she started to remember how he had made her feel earlier. That sinking feeling, paired with his pure magnetism. Her thoughts wandered away from her. She sat up, leaning on her palms behind her. “You know what?” She said, slurring a little. “You smell like- god, I’ve been trying to place it since the motorcycle ride- you smell like smoke and amber and a little bit like blood.” She raised an eyebrow, “Like, that metallic smell, y’know?”
(Source: alicereynolds)
He smiled as she stood up, frowning a bit as she took her hand out of his. Placing his hand on her lower back, slightly pushing her as he started to move towards the doors “Hmm.. I don’t know. Drive around, you can show me your favourite places around here or something?” he suggested as he opened the door for her. Pushing the unlock button on his keys, hearing his car notify him that it was unlocked, he walked to his side, smiling at Alice as she climb in the passenger side, as he climbed into the drivers side. Putting the car into reverse as he backed up out of the spot he had parked it, then driving towards the entrance of the parking lot.
“Okay which way?” he asked lightly, taking her hand in his free hand as he turned the way she directed. Her hands were soft against his, and slightly colder then the temperature of his. He followed her directions on where to go, squeezing her hand here and there. He found himself smiling to himself a lot during the drive, he never would have expected this to happen, and the fact that she wasn’t jumping him for sex, for him to fuck her in this car, made him like her even more. Don’t get him wrong, he loved sex just as much as the other guy, but when you were the golden boy of Rosswood, girls tend to throw themselves at you, acting as if sex is all they are good for. This was definitely something he admired about Alice.
Alice contemplated where she could take Adam as she stepped into his car, feeling the absence of his hand on the small of her back. “Um, okay, take a left on Knight St. and then go straight down Pine, right to the end.” She said, gesturing. When his hand wrapped around hers, she couldn’t control the smile that crept across her cheeks. This was a day of firsts for her. She had never held a boy’s hand, she had never been touched in such a personal way, she had never been kissed. Most of all, she had never been looked at the way Adam was looking at her now. It was amazing and surreal and she felt like a child. Absurdly innocent, despite all that she’d done in her life. She wondered what Adam was thinking about, trying not to let doubt creep into her mind. Why would he choose you? He could have anyone. She bit her lip, trying not to let these thoughts overwhelm her, then he squeezed her hand. Just lightly, but it was like coming back to earth. Her anxieties faded away, at least for a moment.
“Oh! Here, right here is good.” She said, suddenly aware of how far they’d come. Adam parked, and they got out of the car. They stood in front of the store. It had large windows, fooged with dust and age. The frames were wooden and peeling. There was a single door, with a large sign above it that read: ‘Soloman and Sons Curiosities’. The brass letters were so old that they had turned green. “Come on.” She said, lacing her fingers in his and leading him forward. As she opened through the door, a bell swung and chimed above them. “Hi Sol.” She waved to the old man behind the counter. “I just wanted to show my friend around.” The man raised his eyebrows at their entwined fingers and nodded slightly, then went back to his newspaper. As the sign promised, the shop was full of strange things. Medical dummies whose organs were like a puzzle, tiny music boxes, old clocks, glass decanters that looked as though they could belong to an alchemist, strange masks, cubes that you could flip endlessly to find new pieces of great art and an infinite amount of knick-knacks.
“This way,” She said, softly, remembering how overwhelming this place had been to her the first time she had seen it. She led him to a staircase that’s safety was at best, dubious. “Watch you head, Stretch,” She said over her shoulder, “The ceiling at the bottom is a little low.” The bottom floor was completely different. The floor was concrete, but you would never know it, as it was covered completely in rugs of all kinds, placed haphazardly, overlapping each other. There was shelving built into every wall, and weaving around the floor like a maze, all of it packed with books. She led him to a corner, a dead end of sorts, that was bookshelves on three sides. There was a large pile of pillows in all shapes and sizes on the floor. “The pillows used to be strewn all over the place,” She explained, “But I slowly just moved them all here.” She dropped down, sitting with her arms around her knees. She ran her fingertips across a row of books. “The shelves over here have slowly just become the books I’m reading. Sol doesn’t mind. I’m his best customer. And barely anyone comes down here anyways. It’s a shame… this shops’ one of the oldest in Rosewood.” Her voice had gotten quiet, and at this point she was talking to herself. Filling space.
He shook his head, taking the bottle after her and taking a few more swigs. He could feel the alcohol now, warming his body. His solid dark eyes turned into a liquid. He let out a hardy chuckle and shook his head, smirking at the fact that she would say these things. He wasn’t that type of person, wearing someone’s skin etc. He took a long drag of the cigarette to let her mind wander and blew out slowly, “Wearing your skin wouldn’t contribute to my character whatsoever so you are safe there, darling.” He said this with a little sarcasm dabbled at the end. “Society puts us into boxes, I a psychopathic loner and you a basket case. It is exactly the same thing.”
“Oh, exactly the same.” She smirked, “But I’m a little offended. I have excellent skin. I would wear my skin if I wasn’t already.” She ran her fingers down her arms lightly. God, I must be tipsy. She looked up at the sky, wishing it was night. You could see so many stars from up here. “Maybe we should team up, terrorize the school. Crazy is scary. Nobody likes not knowing what’s going to happen next.” She shivered. The stone against her back was cold. She reached up for the bottle, it would warm her up.
(Source: alicereynolds)
