~If You Help Me Escape~

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I felt Trey's warm arms wrap around me. Mine automatically wrapped around him. I would always feel warm in his arms, that was something I was sure of. Whether he was hugging me as a friend, or as something more, his hugs would always make me feel better. I whimpered, my head on his shoulder

[/size] "Shh... Don’t worry, I won’t be leaving any time soon.” He whispered in my ear. My arms relaxed, still wrapped around his waist. His voice would always calm me too. I let his words repeat in my mind. I would never forget that, and I would always hold it to him. I smiled, letting my last tear fall onto his shoulder.

I let the hug linger, again letting him be the one to pull away. I expected him to get up, but he lay his forehead against mine. He was looking straight into my eyes, our noses almost touching. I would have kissed him, but his words would have interrupted that. "I promise." I would hold him to that too. I smiled. He pulled back putting a strand of loose hair behind my ear. He kissed me on the forehead, only widening my smile. I bit my lip and let out a shy giggle. Looking down at his shirt I realized it was covered in my dried blood. I was sick and tired of looking at my blood. I knew that the memories of last night, and the years before that were to always stick with me, but I didn't have to be reminded everywhere I looked. My blood was on the couch, all over my clothes, all over Trey, and on the floor in little dried puddles. When I got well again I would clean that up. I didn't want Trey and his mother to have to clean up my mess.


My thoughts wondered to Trey's family. He seemed alright, but look at me, my Dad was a complete jackass, but I was alright. At least I knew his mother was nice. She had patched me up. What I was worried about was his Dad. Was he like mine? Or did they talk at all? Did he even have a Dad? Brothers? I pushed the useless thoughts away, I knew Trey wouldn't let anyone harm me. I interlocked my fingers with his. My dizziness had subsided, but my thirst became of it. I coughed, clearing my throat. Trey, I am tired of all this blood. You should go change.[/b] I told him. I knew he wouldn't let me get up, but I needed water, and I wanted to get my blood off of the floor. I needed new clothes too, but I guessed I would just hope they offered to me. No offense, but red isn't your color,[/b] I joked at him playfully pushing him off the couch.

OOC:I finally posted xD

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Rosie's giggle when he kissed her forehead brought a smile to his lips. He knew she'd be okay now, even though their relationship wouldn't be able to go further than friendship. Despite how different things would be now, Trey was confident that Rose would be able to get through it, especially since he would be there to help her. His promise had been serious- he would be her friend for as long as she needed him to be. Now that they'd been through all this together, he'd be too afraid to leave her. Trey had seen how well things turned out when she made decisions, and that scared him.

Soon Rosie's fingers were laced with his, and she coughed before clearing her throat. "Trey, I am tired of all this blood," she said, a bit hoarsely. "You should go change. No offense-" she shoved him playfully- "But red isn't your color." To be honest, all the blood was kind of gross.

Trey laughed, his mouth stretching into a grin. "Oh, really?" he said, trying to look offended. Standing up, he struck a pose. "Because I think I've pulled it off fabulously." And with that, he grabbed her hands and pulled her up so she was standing, leading her towards the bathroom.

"You don't look too hot yourself, Miss Bloody Pants," he teased. Handing her a clean towel and a washcloth, he retreated into his room. When he returned a moment later, Trey was holding a white t-shirt like the one he had on (minus the blood) and a pair of athletic shorts that looked like they might be a bit baggy on her, but they would at least cover what they were meant to cover. "Here, get yourself cleaned up. There's soap in the shower, and you can probably use my mom's hairbrush if you don't tell her that you did. If you need anything, just yell for me," he told her. "Oh, and be careful, cuz the floor of the shower is kinda slippery, and uh-" he looked her up and down and smirked. "You seem to be a bit prone to injury."

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Trey laughed, and judging by his grin he was going to play along with my joke.

Oh really? He exclaimed. I laughed as he stood up and stuck a girly pose. Because I think I've pulled it off fabulously, he said. I laughed harder and then looked him over. Honestly he would pull off anything fabulously in my mind. He grabbed my hands again and pulled me up so I was standing. Only then did I notice how much taller than me he was. I was tall for a girl, and only limber and long, but he was very tall for a boy. He measured out at about a head taller than me. I only had a brief moment before he whisked me away, but I used it to look into his deep eyes. Unlike mine, behind them, no show of pain was visible. I wondered about his life. Judging by his house it wasn't all that crummy. He was a carver, he must make some money off of that. His mother must be an apothecary, that must make some more money, and his father, whom I haven't met yet, must be around here somewhere.

He gently, but swiftly, led me to the bathroom, sending little bits of dizziness through my head, but I ignored it. You don't look too hot yourself, Miss Bloody Pants, He teased me, giving me a towel and washcloth. I felt the soft fabric as he went down the hall to what I was guessing was his room. I had never felt such a soft towel before and it took all I had not to rub it on my face. Trey returned only a moment later with some clothes. He handed me a t-shirt, looking exactly like the one he was wearing when we were in the woods. He also handed me some baggy shorts, which would fit, but they would be baggy. I held them up to my waist. A little wide are we Trey?[/i] I thought, and almost said, but Trey talked before I could. Here, get yourself cleaned up. There's soap in the shower, and you can probably use my mom's hairbrush if you don't tell her that you did. If you need anything, just yell for me. Oh, and be careful, cuz the floor of the shower is kinda slippery, and uh- He scanned my bloody body before continuing. You seem to be a bit prone to injury. He joked. I giggled. Seems I am only prone to injury when there is a strong man to carry me home. I smirked. And I think I can handle it from here. Now go get changed, I'll be out in a minute. And I'll try not to clog your drain too much. I told him, pushing on his chest and closing the door behind him.

I peeled my bloody clothes from my body, completely exposing my wound. Just seeing it made me flinch and I closed my eyes in horror. I turned on the water in the sink and ran my hands under it. I made a cup with my shaky hands and slurped what little water I could hold in them. My throat tingled as the water ran down it. I sipped more and more until I finally gave up and stuck my mouth under the faucet and drank until I was satisfied. I steeped into the shower and pulled the curtain back. It had been a long time since I had time to use the shower at our house, so the water running down my back made me jump a little at first. I then let it run over like a waterfall, rinsing away all of last night's bad memories. I found the soap in a little rack inside the shower wall. I rubbed my body all over with the stuff, it burned at my cut, making me flinch a little. Then I remembered it was probably good for me and continued to rub the soap into the wound. It didn't bleed which relieved me. I so wanted to stay in there longer, but I felt the water getting cold and hated that I had used up all their hot water.


I wrapped the soft towel around my naked body, this time rubbing it on my face. I quickly slipped into the clothes Trey had brought me. Even though the towel was nice, Trey's presence was more desirable in my mind. I only kept my underwear, which I had washed in the sink before I got in the shower and was now dry. I wrung out my hair and hung up the towel and washcloth. I wadded up my bloody clothes into a ball and swung open the door, only to hit Trey square in the face. Guess I'm not the only one prone to injury, I joked at him. Want me to be your 'strong man'? I giggled.

OOC:Excuse my long and unexpected post, couldn't sleep xD Plus I REALLY like your graphic for this thread<333

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Trey was about to tell her not to use up all the hot water, but before he could retort her hands were there, shoving his chest back and closing the door in his face. He still smirked at the door.

While he waited for Rosie to return from her shower, Trey returned to his room. The way the light was filtering in softly through the thin curtains seemed oddly peaceful, as if it were telling him to keep on shining despite the situation. If only it were that easy; he doubted he would ever be able to erase the images of the previous night from his memory no matter how hard he tried. And it had brought up a lot more problems: What was Rose going to do now? How would she return home to pack up her clothes? And there was no way she was staying at her house anymore; they would have to figure out living arrangements for her. Things weren’t going to be even remotely the same. Maybe it would have been easier if he had just stuck to the path this morning and not even met her…

No. He wiped the thought from his head. What was done was done. And if he’d never met her, who knew what her father would have done to her? Besides, it wasn’t like he didn’t enjoy being around her. Being around Rosie… she made him feel different than any of the other girls he’d even been around. He hadn’t realized it until today, but the relationships he’d had with other girls just seemed shallow compared to the one he had with Rosie. Usually, he was just flirty all the time, and the girls only liked him for his looks. But Rosie seemed to really like him as a person as well. Maybe it was just because he had saved her from death, but still. She made him feel important, and he liked being around her.

Stripping off his crusty, bloody clothes, he replaced them with a new white t-shirt and a pair of light brown cargo shorts. Sure, he wore white t-shirts a lot- he had a ton of them in his drawer. He really liked the feel of their light, soft material against his skin.

He didn’t realize how exhausted he was until he flopped down on his mattress, staring up at the ceiling. Trey could have just closed his eyes and drifted off right then. He would have surrendered to the urge, too, if not for Rose in the shower. In case she needed anything, he would have to be awake. Man, was she making him paranoid. He’d meant what he’d said about slipping in the shower.

It seemed like she was taking an awful long time in there. Trey thought about getting his guitar out, but then he remembered that one of the strings had snapped a few days ago, and he didn’t feel like fixing it today. So instead, he focused on straightening up his room. He’d never been a very organized person, and that trait was reflected in the messy, small bedroom. Hs dirty clothes were piled up like dead bodies in the corners, and on his dresser sat all the carvings he had started and never gotten around to finishing. The old, threadbare blanket was all rolled up in a messy lump at the foot of his bed, and the entire place smelled a bit like stale bread. Now that they had company, he decided he’d better clean it up a little. After a few minutes of so, the dirty clothes were all thrown into a basket in the corner, and the rest of the who-knows-what was stuffed lazily under the bed and out of sight. The smell still lingered a bit, though; it was hard to tell what was causing it. There, good enough.

Deciding to check if Rosie was done, he headed towards the bathroom. When he was about to knock on the door, it swung open, hitting him right in the nose. ”Guess I’m not the only one prone to injury,” Rose joked. ”Want me to be your strong man?”

”As if,” he answered, annoyed. He wrinkled his nose up and down, making some rather unattractive facial expressions as he told her, ”Thanks for that. did you have a nice shower? You sure smell better,” he teased, wrinkling his nose again, even though she hadn’t really smelled all that bad before.

Grabbing her hand, he led her towards his room. ”Come on, I want to show you something.” Once they were in there, he swung open the door of his closet. Inside was an entire bookshelf, packed high to the ceiling with carvings. Trey had been making them for years, and he had accumulated so many that he didn’t know what to do with them all. The sight of them made him realize that he should get to opening that shop soon.

Biting his lip as he scanned the shelves, his eyes soon stopped on a baby deer that he’d made when he was fifteen. It was lying in a patch of grass, curled up into a ball and sleeping. Perfect. Reaching up and grabbing it, he folded it in her hands. ”Here, it's yours,” he said, with a reminiscent smile. ”It’s a fawn. They’re jumpy, like you, and they need protection, from bears and stuff... like you.” He met her eyes and grinned. "But they’re damn cute.” Like her.

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Trey wrinkled his nose and I couldn't help but laugh. Now that he was dressed in what I like him to be, it seemed all of last night had vanished. Now he wouldn't remind me of the blood, and the tears, and the knives. I shivered at the thought of it and shook it from my brain.

"As if. Thanks for that. Did you have a nice shower? You sure smell better," he jokes, wrinkling his nose in the cutest way. I held his gaze for a moment before his fingers interlace with mine. The touch of his strong yet warm hands sends a shiver up and down my spine. It seems impossible not to smile when his large and bony fingers hold my small and delicate ones so gently. He turns around and slightly tugs on my hand. "Come on, I want to show you something."

He leads me down a narrow hallway, and just a door or two down from the bathroom he took a left. I assumed the room was his, unless his parents stack unfinished carvings on their dressers. The room was bigger than mine, but that was easy to say. The smell of stale bread lingered in the air, and I spotted some clothes sticking out from under his bed. I giggled a little, and then directed my attention to what he was doing. He swung open his closet door. Inside the closet was a bookshelf that stretched from the floor to the ceiling. On the bookshelf were loads of beautiful carvings. I let my gaze move from one to another as my mouth hung open. Trey scanned the shelves. He reached out for a fawn and wrapped my hand around it. I felt it's smooth texture in my hands as Trey held it there. Here, it's yours. He said, removing his hands I could look at it. It was a fawn laying down on a bed of grass. I moved my hands all over it, loving the texture and delicate carvings on it. Trey smiled, and looking down on it he explained, "It's a fawn. They're jumpy, like you, and they need protection, from bears and stuff... like you. I matched his smile and met his gaze. "But they're damn cute," He said.


My heart stopped and it felt like I was being punched in the stomach, but it felt good. I felt my cheeks turn a rosy red. I racked my brain trying to fins the right words. Then maybe you should have it.[/b] I winked and let out a little laugh. I set the fawn down on his dresser among the many unfinished carvings. I gently wrapped my arms around his waist and pressed my face into his chest. Thank you Trey, for everything.[/b] I said with my face still pressed against his chest. We stood there hugging for a little while until I pulled away, keeping my arms wrapped around his waist. I ran my hands through his shaggy hair, messing it up a bit. I giggled like a little girl on her birthday. Today felt like my birthday, because today was the first day of the rest of my life, and I woke up to Trey on it. Trey. I love you.[/b] I said, choking a bit on the last words. I meant it too. I did love him.


OOC:I love how your posts get me all excited and mine are like: BLAH. Sorry bout that, but man, I was thinking about this all day! I just love this thread, and you are such a great writer and RP partner!<3

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"Then maybe you should have it," Rosie said with a wink. She placed the carving on his dresser and wrapped her arms around his waist. Her forwardness caught him off guard, and a few seconds went by before he remembered he should hug her back. But soon he wrapped her small figure in his arms and rested his chin on the crown of her head.
"Thank you, Trey. For everything, she said to his chest.

He didn't really know what to say for a moment, so he just hugged her back for a while. Then he was muttering, "Don't mention it, Jumpy. I'm just your average local District Seven yokel," into the top of her head. She pulled away and giggled, ruffling his already messy dark hair.

"Trey, I love you," she said, and the way her voice cracked told him she meant it.

Trey tried to speak, but for a moment his lips didn't want to move. No one besides his mother, not even any the girls he had gone out with, had ever said that to him. But here Rosie was, telling him so sincerely, with that voice of hers that was so thick with emotion it seemed liked she might start crying. He was dumbfounded- what did he say?

He could tell her he loved her too. But was it true? Yeah, he supposed he didn't want anything to happen to her, and they had been through a lot together. It was really sudden, though- he had only met her yesterday. He didn't think he loved her as a man usually loved a woman. But when it all boiled down to it, he just wanted her to be happy. Wasn't that what love was, after all? He wasn't sure, but if he hesitated longer, she might be upset.

"I love you too, Rose," he said sincerely, his brown eyes meeting her own. He grasped her hand and they stood there for a moment before he said, "Come on, I don't know about you, but I'm starving. Do you like eggs?" He didn't really wait for an answer. Leading her into the kitchen, Trey pulled out a chair so she could sit at the table while he cooked. Soon he had two frying pans on the stove, one filled with eggs and one with bacon. Usually, he didn't share his bacon with anyone, but this was a special occassion. Trey would share his sacred bacon in celebration of Rosie's life. The light hiss of the skillet brought him back to the previous morning- at the beginning, it had started out with bacon, just like today. He whistled a tune while he cooked- a habit he'd picked up from his father.

He asked her a question to pass the time. "Have you ever played Truth? It's sort of a game, where you go back and forth and ask each other questions and you have to answer them honestly or you lose." They'd played the game at a party at Drew's house once, when his friend's mother had banned "Truth or Dare" after an incident he'd rather not think about, but that involved a carton of eggs and Drew's father's best shoes.

"You can go first," he offered, deciding that it would be good to strike up a conversation while he cooked.


OOC: Sorry about my lateness with everything. I've been having tons of homework every night...

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It took him a while. I felt tears swell up in my eyes and I bit my lip so hard I thought I tasted blood.

No more blood. I released my lip and licked the blood off of it, hoping he wouldn't notice. My back tensed up and all I could do was look into his big brown eyes and wait, which would have been relaxing if I wasn't waiting for his answer. And then he said it.

I love you too, Rose.

And all the tension in my body released, almost making me fall. Trey grabbed my hand and my smile showed. His eyes met mine, meaning sincerity. I looked right up back at him, wondering if I would grow anymore. After a moment he broke the silence. "Come on, I don't know about you, but I'm starving. Do you like eggs?" He said, whisking me away. Come to think of it, I was pretty hungry. I let him lead me back into the main area of his house. He pulled up a chair to the table and whipped out two skillets. My taste buds and stomach roared. Never had I ever had a meal like the one he was creating. I sniffed the air, craving for the scents to become tastes. I couldn't see but one of the skillets and it seemed to be filled with eggs. I had seen them bought at the market, and kids throw them at things, but I had never seen them cooked, so this was just a guess. I watched him closely and he flipped the objects in the other pan. They looked like pink strips with faint stripes. The hissing of the pan reminded me of a snake and I jumped a little when it sounded. Trey looked at me, I wasn't really planning on him knowing just how poor I was, just yet, though I'm sure he's figured it out by now. Even so, if he didn't, it wasn't something entirely important. To avoid him seeing me so interested in the food, I moved my gaze over to the couch. Something needs to be done by that couch.[/i] It kept bothering me every time I looked at it. I was still unsuccessfully trying to forget last night.

Trey again broke the silence, though it never bothered me when he did. "Have you ever played Truth? It's sort of a game, where you go back and forth and ask each other questions and you have to answer them honestly or you lose." That could be fun I guess. The only problem was I had so many things I was afraid he would ask. Like, how poor I was? How long has my dad been that way? Where my mom is? They all rattled in my head and I planned out my answers as carefully as I could. I propped my head up with my head/ You can go first. That was a relief, though I had no idea what to ask him. I guessed I would start with the questions that's been on my mind all morning. Where is your Dad? Only after I said it did I realize he might think I was afraid of anyone else besides Trey himself. I had good reason... I just didn't want him to think I was weak, but I'm sure he's figured that out too. I was just too easy for him to read. I mean, I haven't seen him around...[/b] I said, trying to cover up what I had said. I put my head down, sort of embarrassed by my actions. The pan sizzled again and my head shot up. Trey watched me intently, I was way too easy to read... I got up and walked over to him, wrapping my arms around his shoulders and standing on my tippy toes. I watched the strips and eggs sizzle. It was a whole lot different than the muffin I had yesterday.

OOC:Excuse my lateness and lack of good juicy stuff xD

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Rosie seemed to think for a moment, and for a few seconds Trey could only hear the crackling of the bacon as it cooked. He wished it would hurry up and be done- his growling stomach always seemed to have a mind of its own, and it was growing more impatient by the second. The strong aroma of the sizzling meat just made it even worse. Finally Rosie's voice broke through the silence.

"Where is your Dad?" she inquired, seeming a little uncomfortable at asking the question. "I mean, I haven't seem him around..."

Trey chuckled at how unsure she seemed, as if she thought he'd be offended by the question. Of course, he wasn't. He'd forgotten to tell her about his Dad, but then again- there had been a lot going on last night. By the time Trey had brough Rose in, his dad had probably passed out in his parents' bed. Rosie got up and walked over to where he was cooking, standing on her toes and putting her arms around his neck. This resulted in sort of a awkward position, because at the same time Trey was trying to flip bacon with his right hand. He kind of one-arm-hugged her before answering.

"Yeah, um... My dad's at work. He leaves the house at two in the morning and goes to cut down trees. He was here when we came in last night- he gets home at around three in the afternoon. But he wakes up so early that he usually hits the sack right after dinner at six or so, which is why we didn't see him. He should be here later." He detached himself from Roselyn so both arms were free to cook. "I think you'll like him," Trey added after a pause.

Moving the pans off their burners, he opened a cupboard and took out two plates. Trey used a spatula to slide two eggs onto each plate, and he split the bacon evenly between them so that they both had seven slices. Placing both plates on the table with two forks, he pulled up a chair and waited for Rosie to sit down across from him before digging into the pile of scrambled eggs on his plate. After wolfing down and swallowing a particularly large bite, he asked his question.

"What's your favorite color?" He'd had another question in mind, but he had been so hungry that the crackling sound of the bacon had wiped all thoughts other than food from his consciousness.

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Trey chuckled at me, and I couldn't help but return his laugh with one of my own. He wrapped one of his strong arms around me, half hugging me. Also, he was flipping the strips of what I guessed to be a meat of some kind.

Trey looked down at me as he replied.

"Yeah, um... My dad's at work. He leaves the house at two in the morning and goes to cut down trees. He was here when we came in last night- he gets home at around three in the afternoon. But he wakes up so early that he usually hits the sack right after dinner at six or so, which is why we didn't see him. He should be here later." This made me wonder what he thought of a bloody half-dead girl on his couch holding his son's hand. He must have been a very understanding person, or maybe Trey's mom told him. She probably did, as I'm sure he would ask Trey, and he hadn't said anything about it.

I watched the strips of meat intensely, jumping behind his back when one of them popped. The oily substance hit my skin, sending a gasp out my mouth and pain up my arm. I jumped behind Trey, using him as like a human shield, as he released me. I still had my hands on his arms, but I tried not to restrict him too much from flipping the meat. I assumed we were going to eat it, but I didn't know how I could make myself eat the stuff after it burned me. After a long pause, Trey added that he thinks I will like him. I'm sure I will like him better than my dad, but the idea of seeing someone, probably around Dad's age, in the same house as me sent shivers up and down my back. It made me hug Trey's back even more, still trying not to restrict him from his frying. Though I would try not to be scared, I would let Trey introduce me to his dad before I did so myself.

Trey grabbed some plates from a cabinet above him. He slid the eggs, which I hadn't really payed attention to before, onto the plates. He also slid the meat onto the plates, separating it so we each had seven pieces. Trey waited for me to sit in a chair he pulled out for me before he dug into his food. As he chewed on his meat strips he replied. What is your favorite color? I smiled in relief. I was glad he wasn't asking a hard question, though this was one I hadn't really thought about before. I guessed I liked green, but not a lime green. Like a forest green. I also like the way the leaves were in the fall. The combination of the colors was perfect against an orange sunset sky. I realized I was leaning towards the color orange.

I guess orange. I like the trees in the fall, and sunsets are nice. Very romantic. I winked. I took an equalizing size bite as Trey did of my eggs, and as he munched on the meat I played with it on my plate. My fork was jamming food into my mouth before I knew it and all my eggs were gone in a matter of minutes. I sighed, maybe a little too dramatically. I just had never in my life eaten this much food. I wanted more, so I ventured into the meat. I stuffed a strip of it in my mouth, sending tingles up and down my throat. I had never eaten anything like it, but I instantly loved it.

This is amazing. I've never had it before, what is it? The words slipped out of my mouth before I could stop them. Oh! No! That's not my question! No. [/b] I said, remembering the game we were playing. I really wanted to know.. um.. how long have you been carving?[/b] I asked. I really wanted to know how he learned, but for all I know he could have taught himself. Though it seemed to open up a pretty painful part of his past.

I finished the food he made me, but my stomach still growled. I smacked it. Stupid stomach! Your full enough![/b] I probably shouldn't have said anything about it, because I knew that Trey would probably want to make me something else. He had done enough today for me though. That wasn't really necessary. I pushed my plate away from me and stood up. I walked over to the sink and rinsed out my plate. The aroma of the meat still hung in the air and made my taste buds dance, causing me to cough a little.

OOC: xDDD BAAACCCONNNN!<33333

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”I guess orange,” Rosie said after thinking about it for a moment. Trey liked orange too. It was a nice warm color, like a fireplace or a glass of orange juice in the morning. “I like the trees in the fall, and sunsets are nice. Very romantic.” She finished with a wink, and Trey’s mouth curled in a slight smile before he remembered- No, Trey, you shouldn’t be flirting with her this much. This can’t go any further, don’t lead her on or you’ll end up hurting her in the end. That little smirk had been his instinctive reaction to a wink from a girl, and he had to keep telling himself that he shouldn’t react that way to her if he didn’t want her to get the wrong idea. So instead of returning her wink, he became suddenly very interested in a grease stain on the table next to his plate.

It didn’t seem like flirting would be necessary anyway, because soon Rosie’s face was too stuffed with eggs to emit any kind of speech. Raising an eyebrow, Trey watched in awe as she finished her eggs within two minutes. Geez, didn’t this girl ever eat? She didn’t necessarily look scrawny or malnourished, but the way she vacuumed down her food made Trey wonder when her last meal was. It was as if she’d never even seen breakfast food before. His parents made a good amount of money, so he usually got a meal like this every morning. It was odd to see someone that looked like they’d never even had an egg.

The look on Rosie’s face when she took a bite of the bacon was priceless. Trey laughed, his face spreading into a grin. ”This is amazing. I’ve never had it before, what is it?” His eyebrow shot up into the you-have-got-to-be-effing-kidding-me position once again. She had to be joking. Really? She didn’t know what bacon was? Bacon, that which was the very epitome of all breakfast? Bacon. The only food of the day that mattered. Bacon, the center of Trey’s morning existence. This girl was surprising him more and more with each word she said. He was about to tell her what it was, but he was interrupted.

”Oh! No! That’s not my question! No. I really wanted to know…um…” Trey laughed. As if she thought he wouldn’t allow her to ask more than one question. She could know whatever she wanted to, really. He had been a jerk earlier when he hadn’t wanted to kiss her, and he was trying to avoid romance. It probably hurt her feelings a little. The least he could do was answer a few questions. ”How long have you been carving?”

”Since I was twelve,” he answered without hesitation. He would spare her the sob story of his best friend’s death- he wasn’t trying to start a pity party. But Trey could still tell her more than what he had in the tree the previous day. ”My best friend taught it to me. I kept working at it and I’m pretty good at it now. But he was a lot better at it than me.” Trey tried not to think too much about Drew- it would just put him in a cruddy mood.

A rumble surfaced from Rosie’s stomach, making him chuckle again. She slapped it. ”Stupid stomach! You’re full enough!” she scolded, as if her abdomen had a mind of its own. He didn’t know why- being hungry wasn’t a crime, especially since they never had a shortage of food in their house. Rose stood up and rinsed her plate in the sink before returning to her seat at the table. Trey started to eat his food- he had been so captivated by how quickly Rose was eating that he’d forgotten to do so himself.

She was still hungry… Trey felt like he should give her some food, but he didn’t feel like cooking. The only food left on the table was the food on his plate… and the eggs were pretty cold now. That left the bacon… But there were only seven strips, which was already less than what he generally had in the morning. He didn’t want give up his beloved morning meat... But look at this girl… She’s starving…

Trey sighed. "Here," he said, forking over three strips of bacon. The grease coated his fingers and he wiped them on his pants for lack of a better napkin. "It's called bacon, by the way," he told her with a laugh. "Stick around, maybe next time I'll show you pancakes."

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”Since I was twelve.”My best friend taught it to me. I kept working at it and I’m pretty good at it now. But he was a lot better at it than me.”

[/size]Then he must have been pretty damn good! Judging by the way Trey lived, his friend had the same, so I probably never knew him from work, but maybe by chance I knew him. I wanted to ask, but Trey's voice kinda cracked a little at the end, leading me to believe that it was a painful part of his past he didn't want to revisit. So I wouldn't make him. It wasn't my business anyway. I eyed his food as my stomach growled again. I didn't want to take it from him, but I secretly wanted it so bad. He chewed his food slowly as he noticed I was staring at him. Sitting back in his chair he gazed at what seemed to be his beloved meat. I completely understood his love for it. The grease tickled my tongue and energized my taste buds. It was squishy, yet tough at the same time, it was the best combination of both.

He handed me three strips of the fantastic meat with a sigh, wiping his hands on his pants. I would have said thank you, but I ate the first piece hardly chewing it. I then decided I should probably slow down. I was eating like a pig. "It's called bacon, by the way" He said with a laugh. I wasn't sure if this was a thing most houses had, or if it was just Trey's. He seemed to have had it so much though. This made me question my own living situation, which I had done countless times while I was in Trey's presence. "Stick around, maybe next time I'll show you pancakes." I giggled, shoving the last piece of the last strip of the bacon into my mouth. I licked the grease off my fingers, not really caring what Trey thought. He already knew I was weird, and I felt totally comfortable around him. Ours eyes locked, and I batted my eyes trying to distract his gaze from what I was doing.

I stretched my arm across the table, hoping he would be too caught up in my eyes to notice, and snatched the second to last strip of bacon from his plate. His eyes widened and then narrowed in a joking, yet serious way. I moved my eyebrows up and down and slowly moved the bacon closer to my open mouth. It was just about to touch my lips when he dove across the table, almost knocking me out of my chair. I jumped out of the way just in time and he landed on the floor. I laughed as he grabbed my ankle. I shook it loose and ran to the other side of the couch before he could catch me. I swung it up in the air teasingly. I was smiling, but his face remained completely serious. I stuck out my tongue at him and he finally let out a little smirk. Though it was just to throw me off guard. It worked too, because his smiles were impossible to return. He ran around the back of the couch and was almost to me before I ran away. He chased me a few laps around the couch before diving for my ankles and bringing me to the floor. My laughter and chuckling, plus I was out of breath, made it hard for me to eat the darn bacon. I tried numerous times, but each time I was overcome with laughter. Now mine and Trey's.[/size]

OOC: xDDDD This is the best thread EVAA!<33

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Rosie giggled at his serious offer to show her pancakes, and she shoved the last piece of bacon into her mouth, licking the grease off her fingers. It should have been gross, but really, Trey was too used to her now to be grossed out. Her eyes caught his… and she batted her long lashes at him for no apparent reason. She did have pretty eyes… But was she batting them for? Instinctively, he cocked an eyebrow as if to say ‘Whatchoo playin’ at, girlie?’ But he soon found out, because her arm shot out in front of her, grabbing one of his last two strips of bacon.

Oh hell no.

Trey’s eyes widened in surprise, and then narrowed threateningly. Did she really just do that? After he’d already sacrificed almost three fourths of his usual morning bacon to her, she still had the nerve to steal one of his last pieces? Rosie waggled her eyebrows… and the bacon neared her mouth. Just before it could get there, though, Trey launched himself out of his chair, practically diving across the table at the bacon thief. At the last second, she dodged out of the way, and the poor bacon-less boy landed on the floor in a sad, hungry heap.

But he soon recovered, grabbing her ankle before she could run away. She shook him off, and he got to his feet as she ran behind the couch with surprising speed for someone with an injured ankle. Trey followed her, dodging the furniture as he chased her around the room. Dangling the bacon in the air tantalizingly, she stuck out her tongue childishly. Trey answered her with a smirk, running around to the back of the couch. They ran around in a circle so many times that he began to wonder who was chasing who, but then Trey dove for her ankles and knocked her down, laughing. Rosie seemed to be trying eat the bacon, but she was laughing too hard. Sensing an opportunity, Trey pinned her to the floor and put a leg on each side of her waist so she couldn't escape. She had put the end of the bacon strip in her mouth, and the other three quarters of it stuck up in front of his face as he held her arms to the floor.

They sat there for a moment, gasping for air and coughing out giggles. Trey knew he had won, and that strip of bacon would be his once again. It was right there, right in front of his face- technically, it was partially in her mouth, but she hadn't chewed or swallowed it yet. All he had to do was grab it. But... his hands were occupied with pinning Rosie's arms down. Leaning in towards her, Trey closed his mouth over as much of the bacon as he could. His lips brushed against hers for just a tenth of a second as he bit off the other three fourths of the meat, still keeping her arms pinned to her sides.

"I win," he told Rosie as he waggled his eyebrows at her, talking with his mouth full without thinking about how gross that was. He was about to say something braggish but out of the corner of his eye, he saw something that made him shut up.

Trey's mother stood leaning against the door frame, clad in a light blue nightgown, her jaw practically hanging to the floor. He looked from Roselyn to his mother, and then he realized what it probably looked like from where she was standing. Basically, he was sitting on Rosie's hips, and that could be viewed in a lot of different ways. Trey swallowed his mouthful of bacon. Heat flooded to his cheeks, and he stumbled over his words, desperately trying to explain to his shocked-looking mother. "Mom... Um- this- this isn't... It's not what it-"

The older woman shook her head. "Trey... I don't even... " She seemed troubled for a moment, and her forehead wrinkled as she paused. "Do we need to have 'the talk' again?"

It didn't seem possible that Trey's face could turn any redder, but somehow, it managed to do so anyway. He shouted at her desperately, not wanting to relive that very awkard talk. "Mom! Oh my God! No!" He rolled off of Roselyn and sighed, now that the battle was won. "I was just... Mom, just... " he made sort of an 'ugh' sound as he shook his head, just wanting his mother to go away. Thankfully, with an unsure glance at her son, the middle-aged woman strode into the kitchen and busied herself with doing some dishes instead of pressing him further, but before she left he thought she muttered something like, "Damned teenagers and their jacked-up hormones."

After a few seconds, his cheeks regained their natural color. "Moms sometimes. Geez," Trey said with a huff. He realized suddenly that he had forgotten to ask his question, but right now he couldn't think of anything to ask. Trey hoped that Rosie would pick up the game again, because he wasn't good at thinking of these questions. "It's your turn, by the way. I pass. You ask a question."

OOC: I gave MJ permission to powerplay, so it's all good.

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Trey slid up on top of me, pinning both sides of my waist with his knees. Pain shot through my veins, but I pinned it to my stomach, trying not to show it. This was just too much fun to ruin with my damn wound. He pinned my arms by my sides and we sat there, well I was laying and he was sitting on me, choking on our laughter with what little breath we had left. I had managed to shove three fourths of the bacon into my mouth before he pinned me down, it now was wavering in Trey's face like a treat to a dog. I shook my head back and forth, trying to keep him from getting it, but before I could say anything, his lips were brushing against mine, for only a second, and the three fourths of my precious bacon were in his mouth. He chewed on them proudly while announcing he had won. I chewed what little bacon he left me with as well. He opened his mouth, as to brag some more before something caught the corner of his eye. I turned to see what it was. That shut him up, as it did me too.

In the doorway stood a middle aged woman that looked a heck of a lot like Trey. I assumed this was her mother, with the faint images I had of her before I blacked out it made sense. She stood questionably, with her jaw wide open. I looked at her, then at Trey who did the same to me. Then I realized what she was staring at. Trey was on me, practically sitting on my waist. His hands oddly close to me. And I was feeding him bacon from my own mouth. Yeah, I really wonder what Trey's mom thought about this. Trey rolled off of me as tried to reassure his mother everything was okay, and this wasn't what it looked like. And it wasn't, but something on my dark side wished it was. I pushed that thought away as soon as it popped into my head. Trey saved me, I can't do that to him. I shook my head and as Trey's face got redder, mine did too, but not because I was embarrassed, but Trey's mother was really embarrassing him. It was Trey's idea anyway, I thought, smirking. The woman walked over to the kitchen and busied herself with the dishes. As I stood up to help her, Trey's words interrupted me. I didn't like doing the dishes anyway.

[/size] "It's your turn, by the way. I pass. You ask a question." This shook my brain a little bit, but then I remembered the game we were playing. I stretched out a little. Before I could ask the front door swung open. In came a middle aged man who looked like Trey too. I assumed this man to be his father. He stared at me, before fulling walking in. My cheeks turned a bright red. He probably wasn't fond of me anymore than his mother was. I mean, who wants to wake up to a bloody, half dead girl on the couch holding your son's hand like it was dear life itself.

Something was getting my shirt wet and I looked down to see the white shirt, identical to the one Trey was wearing, was turning a blood red. Before I could stop myself I said it. Damn wound. I gasped and covered my mouth. I turned and ran down the hallway, finding the bathroom empty. Thank goodness Trey didn't have any siblings, or so it seemed. As soon as I got into the bathroom I started ripping off my clothes, trying to save them from more blood stains. I stared at my mostly naked body in the mirror, ashamed of myself for what I had done and said to the folks that took me in on such short notice. I didn't even think to close the door, and in a minute it started to open. Too far away from it to close it, I just hopped in the shower, bringing the curtain over me. It opened slowly, and all I could do is pray it was Trey, if anyone was to see me half naked, it would be him.

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Roselyn seemed like she was about to answer, but the creak of the rusty hinges on the front door must have interrupted her. Trey's father was a very large man, so tall he had to duck under the door frame to enter the house and almosy hairy enough to make that black bear consider investing in a hair loss treatment. A thick, untidy beard covered his cheeks from ear to ear, and his mustache was bushy enough to win an award. His eyebrows were furrowed together tightly in their normal position, sitting on his forehead as if a big brown caterpillar had suddenly decided to take a nap on his face. But despite his harsh appearance- his enormous, meaty hands, the thick puff of chest hair poking throught the collar of his shirt, and the smell of beef jerky that permeated the surrounding air each time he exhaled- He didn't seem at all unpleasant. Especially when he looked from Rose to Trey to his mother, a grin illuminating his face, totally oblivious to what had just happened in the room where he was standing.

"Treyson! Jody! And, uh... you! I see you're awake," he said with a gruff, yet rather gentle voice. He continued talking to Trey, and neither of the two men noticed at first that Rosie had gone off into the bathroom. "They let me off work early; I told 'em I hurt my wrist and that I needed to take a break for the day. You can't chop down trees with a bad wrist. It ain't a lie, really, it does ache a bit." The man rubbed his wrist and seemed too caught up in his own thoughts to say anything else, and in the silence that followed Trey realized that Rosie was no longer with them. He sighed and went after her.

After poking his head in a few rooms, Trey found the bathroom light on and headed in through the half- open doorway. Rosie's newly bloody clothes were all over the floor, which meant... she wasn't wearing them. Crap.

Sliding the shower curtain to the side, Trey found Rosie stripped down to a bra and panties, her side wound bleeding out the wazoo. The sight of all her blood again made his stomach do a backflip, but somewhere inside the more testosteroney part of his mind he felt a twinge of something that may or may not have had something to do with the fact that there was a nearly naked girl in front of him. His mind argued with itself over what to do. She was practically naked! Should he look away and go get his mother? If he didn't, then he knew it might embarass Rosie. But then, he knew he had to help her. By the time his mother dried the dishwater off her hands and got all the medical supplies, Rosie might lose a lot of blood. Even if she was in just her skivvies, he had to help her himself until his mom came in. There was no room for modesty.

"MOM! HELP!" he shouted desperately.

His heart raced as he tried to keep his mind clear enough to think. His mom came in, saw what was happening, and ran to get the med kit without asking what had happened. Grabbing a spare towel out of the cabinet under the bathroom sink, Trey soaked it in cold water from the faucet and wrung it out a little. All uncomfortable thoughts he had were flung into his mental trashcan as he pressed the wet towel against the wound on her hip. She shouldn't be standing. The position in which he was standing would make it harder to lower her down, so instead he resorted to climbing in the shower behind her and grabbing her under the arms, letting her fall back and slowly lowering her to the ground. Trey positioned her so she could rest her head in his lap for support as he waited for his mother.

Finally, she came back with the bandages. Stooping down next to the shower, Trey's mother worked quickly with her skilled hands, putting some sort of sticky tape on the wound to hold it shut. To his horror, she sighed. "You're going to need stitches, dear," she told Rose. "It will hurt, but it's the best thing I can do to keep the wound closed at this point." And without waiting for permission from her patient, she took a needle and some medical floss out of her kit. Trey knew those kinds of things were extremely expensive, and his mom only used them when they were absolutely needed. Jody Cooper sterilized her needle and set to work. "It's okay, she's good at this," Trey murmured in her ear as his mother began to sew.

When she was finished, there were 13 neatly-sewn stitches in Roselyn's side. The wound looked much better now that it was starting to close, and Trey helped his mom clean it up, wetting a cloth and dabbing the blood off the wound gently. As he began to realize how much blood there was in the shower, it made him thankful that Rosie had come in here instead of on another piece of furniture.

OOC: Sorry for all this suckiness ^

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My vision swirled. Little stars twinkled around who I guessed was Trey leaning over me. He seemed hesitant to approach me, but then my blurred mind remembered that I was only in a bra and panties. He pressed something cold up to my wound and I let out a content moan. The cold something numbed all the pain that was causing me to fade fast. Trey's mouth was moving, and I felt that if I focused on it, I wouldn't go unconscious. His gaze moved to my side and I felt something sharp pierce through my skin. I moaned out of the pain, but stayed focused on Trey's lips. Everything around him blurred, but his lips were crystal clear. I tried to figure out what he was saying, but this gave me a headache, or was it the lost blood? I fought my eyes, as they wanted to close so desperately. Warm drops of something dripped down my cheeks continuously, making my vision even more blurred.

I felt like I was going to black out, but then the pain subsided and Trey's warm hands were caressing my side. I smiled half heatedly at it and tried to sit up. Using all my strength I pushed myself up. Trey stared at me, and now that my vision cleared the fear in his eyes was readable. I cradled his face in my hands.

[/size] I'll try not to do that anymore, and I don't think I'll be stealing your bacon anytime soon.[/b] I tried to comfort him, but my voice was so shaky I wondered it he had heard me. I smiled at him and then remembered I wasn't dressed. I quickly tried to stand up, but I was met by my dizziness and fell back onto the shower floor. I rubbed my head and my vision threatened to blur again. I shook it away and crossed my legs. This was so awkward. I should be clothed right now, regardless of the wound.

Trey. I never thought I would ask you of this, but could you grab my clothes?[/b] They were drenched in blood, and Trey's mother had put them in the sink. I didn't want to be bloody, yet again , but I couldn't get myself to ask for more clothes. My lip trembled and I bit down hard on it (not hard enough for there to be blood). I was tired of bleeding quite frankly. I leaned against the shower wall until my dizziness subisded, and since Trey hadn't moved and the situation would only get more awkward, I spoke. Question. Your favorite color isn't red right? Cause I'm tired of it. No. I'm sick of it.

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