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Olivia Harper

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The egg was no longer clutched between her slender fingers, but smeared on the window of the house. A wicked smiles slips onto her lips as she gives a squeal of joy, her eyes dancing. Her fingers reach for the next egg, her gaze flicking to her right where he stood. He stood just like her, his hand loaded with an egg, his face split with a impish grin. She had known the boy for a while now and unlike many of the other people in the district she actually enjoyed his company. It was rare for her to find someone who could actually hold her attention for more than a few moments and she was glad that she had taken the chance to get to know this boy, to become somewhat a friend to him (even though, in reality, they knew almost nothing about each other. Nothing on a personal lever anyways. Hell he knew nothing about her upbringing or her home or her eternal conflict with her parents.)

Turning away from him, she pull her arm back, her eyes pinpointed her next target. It had been such a long time since she had egged a house, such a long time since she had felt the thrill that came from such childish actions. Suddenly her arm shot forwards, the egg was flung into the air, soaring like a bird, before colliding with the budilin, hitting the exact spot she had aimed for. She watched as the yolk dripped down the wall- like blood- and seeped into the pavement cracks on the ground, her lips, not once, breaking that wild grin. 

Suddenly shouts filled the air as the residents of the house came spilling out the front door and into the yard. The girl curses, her eyes growing wide as she turns to Alfan grabbing his hand as she turned to flee, only looking over she shoulder once, her eyes alight with triumph as she watched the home owners growl with frustration, with anger. Just the reaction she had intended.

It was only when she couldn't no longer hear the mans shouting when she stopped running, dropping Alfan's hand, her heart pounding in her chest- not just from the running, but from the adrenaline which had kicked in the moment the front door had opened. She felt so alive, in the way that her lungs burned and her legs ached. "Man, I havent done that in years!" The word slipped from her lips as she laughed, her smile wide. It was as though she was a child again, like she had't grown up and she didn't hate that, to be honest she loved it. She loved the fact that she could let go, not her mother or anyone could stop that, stop the way she felt right here and right now. "I feel so alive," she whispers, turning to Alfan happily. She was glad that he was here, that he was able to share this experience with her- to be able to experience her like this and not only as the bitch that he had come to know. 

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Alfan Cryer

Smashing against the building, I can feel every crack, as the shells plummet towards to windows. Slithers of yoke raced down the glass, a few shell shavings followed behind them. I am sure the residents of this house will appreciate an omelette for their dinner. I have chosen this particular household for tonight’s antics because of their ridiculous beliefs; they’re anti-careers. All their children, head are stuck in books, doing useless things. None of this useful knowledge will help them in this world and they need to be taught that. So they deserve a re-decoration of the exterior of their house, I am sure egg shell is a type of colour anyway.

Collecting the next eggy ammunition, I’d pull back my arm, preparing myself for the next attack. Forcing my arm forwards, the egg would plummet into a window on the top floor, causing quite a thud. What was remaining of the egg, a large trickle of yoke, it would follow the rest of the egg army down to the ground. An aroma began to fill the air, it felt quite dreary, a massacre of eggs dead coating this house. It was if their guts explode once they smash against the building, we were causing an eggy homicide.

We being…me and her. Our encounter was quite obscure but in a sense it basically proved who we both are, people with brains. We’re teaching these people a lesson and that day I was teaching that boy a lesson and well she gave him extra homework. I enjoy my company with this girl although it is quite odd coming from me, when have I ever befriended a girl? It seems the ones I meet are all useless but this girl is different, she is on the same wave length as me. She has a similar idea on life as me and I like that.

Bellowing from inside the house, the residents must’ve been awakened, brilliant. Now they can see what we’ve done and their lesson must be learnt. Watching as they piled out of the front down, I was suddenly dragged away by my hand. Fleeing away with Oli, I’d keep a firm grasp of her hand, not wanting to split up from our escape. It never seems to work out well when a party run in separate directions.

Attacking my veins, I could feel the adrenaline beginning to fill my body, I love the sensation. Pounding through my ribcage, I could feel my heart; it was as if it was trying to escape out of my body due to the excitement. It’s been awhile since I’ve ever felt fear while doing things like this; I have grown used to it all. Now I just get a rush of positive emotion which drives me to commit such acts. As the shouts begin to disappear into the distance, we both stopped. Gasping for air, I’d let go of Oli’s hand as I’d try to collect myself again. ”I have not thrown eggs at a house since I was a kid; I’ve forgotten how good it feels.” Such acts grew to become childish and risky, with the training I didn’t want to risk ending up in the detention centre. And well, Oli somehow drew me to re-enact such deeds. ”Well at least they learnt their lesson.” A grin began to take over my face, as I was pleased with reaching my tonight’s goal.

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Olivia Harper
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Adrenaline still raced through her veins, making her feel like her whole body was pulsing. She felt so alive, like she could take on the whole world and nothing would take her down. She knew this feeling wouldn't last for long, but for as long as it id she would cherish it, hungrily eating up the way her whole body seemed to hum with electricity. She longed to share this feeling with her sisters, but knew that that could never happen, she knew that they would never sway from the rock hard norms and rules set for them to live, She knew that they would follow there parents word, never breaking stride in fears that they may lose everything, in fear that their parents would just toss them to the street- stripping them of their name and everything that they had grown up to know. 

And maybe deep down She feared that too, maybe that was why when she was around her home, family and family friends she put on that charade, that charade of being the perfect daughter, the perfect hair to her families fortunes. But how long would that last? How long will she be able to hide who she really is? She knew that this facade of hers couldn't last forever, it was only a matter of time before she broke, before she meet someone who knew her as Oli and not as Olivia- after all this district that she lived in was only a small portion of the whole of Panem. 

My attention is dragged back to Alfan has he speaks, my attention momentarily distracted by the dazzling grin painted across his lips. Slowly more often than not Oli was rewarded with one of these grins, one that rememinded her that spread further than just his lips, reaching his eyes making Oli smile just as broadly. His grins were always contagious, it didn't matter what mood she was in, or if she was angry or upset or frustrated, as soon as he smirked at her, as soon a she even saw a ghost of a grin she was gone. All her anger, frustration evaporating in moments. At first it had scared her. Scared her to think that someone could so easily sway her mood so fluently. But slowly she was leaning to like it, like that she actually had someone that she could call a friend. 

”Well at least they learnt their lesson.”

Her smile grows at this, and she gives a small laugh, her fist bumpping into his shoulder playfully. "Though I think you could improve on your aim a bit more," She teases. It was not like her usual words of steel. Words that could slice the air, engrossing themselves into the feelings of those she directed them at. She didn't attack him in the way she attacked others, her words instead of harmful were laced with a cheekiness that was not often heard. "Like honestly, I could throw better when I was 5." Smirking she flips her hair over her shoulder, her eyes dancing with amusement.

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Alfan Cryer

Pulsating through my veins, a whirlwind of emotion would still be eminent inside of me. I love it, the feeling this whole things gives me, it is addictive. For a while I have been craving these feelings again. Being stuck in the training centre has meant that I’ve had to focus on my training, I haven’t had times to let loose a little bit. Despite having quite a terrible time training lately, it’s all settle down again, my life seems to be growing more enjoyable every day. Despite having delusional siblings and a mother, everything else seems perfect. It seems I now have a partner in my antics and I am proud with my choice.

Thankfully I haven’t had strings tied onto me; I’ve been able to do what I wish although my other siblings need a leash around them. The littler one is a maniac and the boy…how useless is he. Only the older girl is normal but she is soft in the head, takes after my mother. Only I can relate to my father but he isn’t fun, none of them are. None of them are as fun as Oli. I can see an image of my mother and my sister, shaking their heads at me right now. They don’t know how to loosen up, they’re all too rigid.

Glancing over to Oli the emotions would still be shown on my face, the grin still lighting up the rest of my appearance. Oli is to thank for, for my sudden return to my antics. I haven’t found anyone as perfect as her to re-enact my past childish act, I am thankful that I found her. Darting my eyes to hers, it’s always those blue eyes that send more emotion through me. She must have some processional power inside of them, which affect me all the time. They’re so mesmerising and nice to look at but I must give a quick glance, otherwise she will notice. I can’t seem to be soft, I can’t seem to be drawn into her appearance, I’ll lose my reputation. I can’t be seen to be lost in some girls eyes; people will think I am soft and useless. I’ll just be like the rest of my family, I’ll become the person I don’t want to be…but it is too hard to fight. I just need to battle on with the emotions tapping away at me.

Watching as a smile sets home on Oli’s face, my own would quickly disappear following her words. Frowning, I don’t know whether she is joking or literally criticizing my throw. ”At least I was getting the top floor, you were just targeting the same place.” Quickly the frown would be replaced with a neutral face; I don’t want to seem so tight-assed for too long. I can take a joke from a girl. ”At least I can move fast. I am sure my dead grandma can run as fast as you can. Damn, you’d be easy to catch.” Fighting a smirk which tried to take over my face, I’d surrender to it. A flash of a wink would cross my right eye as I’d aim it to Oli.

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Olivia Harper
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As soon as the words leave her lips his face collapses. Just like the eggs we had thrown, his shell cracks and she sees something flash behind his eyes. It was almost as though he didn't understand that she was joking. Maybe she hadn't made it clear enough, her mind, her body still caught up in her old harsh antics. An applogy dances on the tip of her tongue, waiting to be thrown into the space between us when he speaks again, and instead of appologising she laughs.  ”At least I was getting the top floor, you were just targeting the same place.” His frown melts into something more relaxed as he thought the small battle going on within him.

Curiosity bit at her sides, her eyes searching his face, trying to figure out just what he was thinking. Oli has never really been good at reading people, her superior attitude  always making her blind to other people, it was like their pages were smudged with ink, ink she had smeared on by accident. ”At least I can move fast. I am sure my dead grandma can run as fast as you can. Damn, you’d be easy to catch.” Suddenly he was winking in her direction, his face once again painted in a grin that made her heart skip a beat- almost making her miss attack that flew straight from his lips. 

But she caught it, her face forming one of hurt, mocking him. "I was slow? Me?" She places a hand to her heart, closing her eyes for a moment, dragging the moment on, exaggerating her movements by adding a small sigh. "You sure know how to hurt a girls feelings." She peaks up at him, opening her eyes slightly, and pursing her lips, hoping that he would catch on to the joke quickly.  

Suddenly her face splits into a wild grin, her hand snaking into her bag and pulling out one of the last remaining eggs, her crystal blue eyes dancing with mischief as she took a step closer to him. She tosses the egg up in front of her, her left hand catching it easily, rolling it between her fingers. Her right hand is planted on her hip, as she tilts her head to the side slightly. She purses her lips, "You know what happens to people who tease me?" She asks, taking one step closer, her eyes glued to his. She is standing close to him now, her head tipped back ever slightly so that she could keep their eyes locked. "I know what happens. Bad things happen." Her face is smug, as she looks up at him through her lashes. "I could show you if you liked." She asks, dangling the egg above his head lazily. 

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Alfan Cryer

Crossing my arms, I’d watch her reaction to my words. Many a times I have poisoned people with my words, many a times I have had a fist thrown in my face afterwards…but blocked of course. It’s hard for me not to tamper with people’s feelings but it is not hard to do, everyone is so tight-assed around here. People in this District have forgotten about the simple thing called fun, my siblings high in that list. If we can’t all joke around now and then, the world would be duller than it already is.

Anticipating her reaction, I know some sort of smug comment will follow. This girl is on the same wave-length as me, I am sure she won’t burst out into tears or try to beat me…try. As she placed her hand on her chest, I know she was planning some sort of trick. I just need to play a long, I need to act scared or saddened. Acting, I think is one of my strong suits. Changing facial expressions I am told is one of my strong points. Sticking out my bottom lip, I’d act worried as I’d unfold my arms. ”Oh dear, I sure do.”

Watching as she played around with the egg, there could only be one thing that she could possibly do with it. Can I withstand messy eggy hair or should I take it off her now? Maybe she may not even dare to do what she is planning to do. She’d daren’t. Crossing my arms again, I’d prepare myself what whatever she had in store. "You know what happens to people who tease me?” Shaking my head following her words, a grin would flash on my face again. ”Oh no I don’t, please share.” A sarcastic tone would roll of my tongue, following my comment.

Darting my eyes to the egg, my iris’ would jump from her to the egg. Fixing my eyes onto hers, a smug look would paint itself on my face. ”Oh shit, I am scared. Please don’t.” My comment being plain as can be, there was no hint of fear in my words. I just need to play along with her silly girly act; there is nothing bad she can do, not to me. Following her movements with the egg, the smug look would still remain on my face, as my brain would conjure up anymore comments I can spill. ”Are you sure you can even reach above my head? Do you need a stepladder?” A slight chuckle would roll out of my mouth, my expression remaining the same, as I’d pretend to pull out a stepladder.

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Olivia Harper
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Well she liked to think the egg was above his head- and it would of been had she been a hell of a lot taller.... Instead it kinda just lingered at his shoulder, not as threatening as she had hoped it would be, but it would have to make do. It didn't surprise her when he mocked her, his voice not even laced with the tinniest once of fear. But that didn't faze her, instead she loosened her grip on the small time bomb between her fingers, her grin widening ever so slightly. She liked that the way he just played along with her tricks and games, it made her feel like he cared, cared enough to appease her and her small but easily pleased mind. 

”Are you sure you can even reach above my head? Do you need a stepladder?” She purses her lips as he mimics pulling a ladder out of nowhere, her hands flying to her hips, the egg clutched tightly. As he speaks he chuckles, making his shoulders shake slightly and it sets her at ease, her quick defenses melting only within moments, her face going from smug to amused. She doesn't say anything for a few moments, the egg still cradled in her hand gentle, her eyes searching his face, before suddenly she whips her hand onto his chest, the egg a cushion which bursted instantly. Bits of shell and yolk spill between her fingers, running down her pale skin. She smiles and with her second hand smears it around his chest. She wasn't quite sure what his reaction might be, but she knew, even if it was anger, she would be able to handle it because she was Oli freaking Harper and she could handle an angry teenager. 

Once she was pleased she took a step back, shaking her hands her eyes examining the piece of art in front of her. She wasnt game emough to meet his eyes- not yet- her body shaking as a laugh began to dance through her, slipping past her lips and into the night air. "You know," She sys slowly meeting his gaze, "I think egg is your color." Her laughter dies down and she just smiles, her deep blue eyes still dancing with amusement, "it goes nicely with you eyes."

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Alfan Cryer

Placing my hands onto my hips, I’d wait for whatever was to come next. Surely she’d daren’t smash that egg on me…surely not. Never have I ever allowed someone to treat me like she does, I wouldn’t stand any of it but it feels different with Oli. Oli is an exception; she can do whatever she wants, depending on what it is. Watching the egg, I’d try to predict what exactly will happen to it. Maybe she will tease me, pretend to throw it at me but I doubt she’d just do nothing. Anticipation begins to swamp my body as I try to bet on her next action.

Dropping my head down to her hand, I’d watch the event unfold. Watching as the egg would erupt on my chest, I’d somewhat freeze, allowing her to mess up my shirt. Great. Emotions began to boil inside me, fury taking over everything but I can’t just explode…it’s just a joke…it’s just a shirt. But it’s my best white shirt. Gritting my teeth together, I’d fight back the anger trying march its way out of my body. Removing my hands from my hips, I’d place them out in front of me as I stare bemused at my ruined shirt. Fucking brilliant.

Holding back even more fury as her words follow her action, I’d try to shake it off. Wiping blank my furious expression, I’d rub my hand on my chest. Collecting some bits of yoke, I’d step towards Oli. Remnants of the yoke sit on my hand, a few shards of egg shell swimming inside of it. Most of it was already rubbed into the shirt, beginning to stain it. “It looks good your face too.” gently wiping the bit of egg off my hand onto her cheek, the famous grin would paint itself onto my face.

”You’ve ruined my shirt now, thank you.” Beginning to attack my nose, the smell of the raw yoke would begin to take over the air around us. ”It stinks; I’ll have to take it off.” Thankfully, the nights hadn’t rapidly gotten called, so a shirtless top half would not be too bad. Pulling the shirt off over my head, it’d reveal the somewhat worked body, the years of training paid off through my muscles. Placing the inside out shirt over my arm, I’d just shrug a little. ”Warm night.”

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Olivia Harper
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Her fingers were sticky, the eggs insides making them feel slightly umcofortable. slinging to her pale skin. Usually she would have complained, making a big deal but today she didnt. She was slightly afraid, even though she told herself that she wasn't- after all he was just a guy- he was her friend right? He couldnt get too angry at her in the end. It was just a  joke. But she didnt know him all that well, I mean they had talked for a while not but did she really know him? Hell he barely knew anything about her. He only knew what she wanted him to know- what she wanted everyone to know.  He didnt really know the real her so could she actually call him a friend?

For a moment her amusement felt cold, her smile dropping. It was all a facade, she realised and for the first time she didnt like it. She didn't like that this boy, this boy she had grown so fond of knew nothing. But did she want him to know? Really know? It would change everything. Maybe he wouldn't look at her the same way, the way they made her want to smile, the way that could warm her skin even if it was slightly cold out. Hell maybe he'd even hate her. He didnt need to know, she decided in the end, her smile reforming on her face as he rubs his fingers through the yolky surprise on his chest. 

Her eyebrows raise as he steps towards her, the space between them growing even smaller as he reaches out his hand, placing it to her face, his hingers rubbing some of the mess onto her clear skin. Instantly she recoils, her face masked with disgust. The smell of raw egg yolk slips towards her nose as she hastily tried to rub it from her face with her hands. 

“It looks good your face too.”

Yeah right. 

She gives him a tight lipped smile, her face still screwed up. She wipes her hands on her thin cardigan, trying, but failing to rid her fingers of the sticky mess, before using it on her face- but only smearing the mess before actually doing any good. ”You’ve ruined my shirt now, thank you... It stinks; I’ll have to take it off.” She looks up at him quickly, her eyes dancing with surprise. At first she had thought he was only joking, but then she watched as he started to peel off his shirt, revealing a tones body beneath. Usually she would have stared, with a smug look on her face, but tonight she looks away, her cheeks slightly rosy. 

She was annoyed that he could make her feel like this, so instead of looking away, she forces herself to look, her face goring smug as a grin hooks the corners of her lips. She places one hand to her hip and makes a big deal of staring, hoping to make the boy in front of her feel slightly intimated by the way her eyes search his bare chest. Years of hard work and training sculptured his body and she smiled to herself, her earlier awkwardness disappearing as she became more confident,  ”Warm night.”

His words make her smile hook up higher, her eyes dancing. "Warm night it sure is," she says, before fanning herself with her hand. "And look- look at the mess you've forced me to make on my cardigan!" Then without another word she begins to shrug out of her cardigan, tossing it to the side. Under her cardigan was her spots crop top, leaving her midriff bare (which was toned nicely.) She doesn't pick up the jumper, it was an old one and would be no good now, instead she just turns to Alfan, words slipping past the guard of her lips, "lets call it even."

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Alfan Cryer

Blowing off the side of my skin, the early breeze of autumn would attack my body. I really should have brought a jacket with me. Trying to fight back the shivers, I don’t want to be seen defeated by the climate and especially Oli. So far we’ve bonded so well, she is more or less the female version of me, a mirror image. I’ve never found anyone as so unique as her, all my past friends have been…well dull. Now that I’ve found Oli, my expectations for any new friends will be high. I don’t want to be hanging around with any low life scum in the District. I only deserve the best people as friends, people just like Oli.

It is still hard for me to realise that she is actually a girl. I have always had a low expectation on girls, especially because of my sister but that has all changed now. I have realised girls are just as good as us men, sometimes even better. I grew to picture them as mother figures, their only purpose to raise kids and take care of the house but that has all been wiped away. They’re not as dull as what I thought and I am somewhat happy that Oli has let me see a different perspective to the feminine world. Of course I am not going to tell her that, I’ll sound like a right pussy. All these thoughts need to stay locked in my mind, even erased. I can’t start softening up myself.

Wiping away remains of the egg from my fingers, which didn’t find its way onto Oli’s face, the aroma would really begin to swamp my nostrils. Can I dump my shirt? it is ruined now anyway and I have plenty of others in the wardrobe but I feel some attachment to it. Maybe it could be a souvenir to this night.

Observing Oli, I didn't really mind what her reaction to the sticky situation would be, after all I didn't let lose my own fury at her but there is some inclining of worry setting inside me. I am not afraid of her, I am just aware she is capable of doing things like me. And well I don’t like receiving my own poison. Crossing my arms with the shirt still wrapped around my forearm, anticipation would begin to set in again as I try to predict her next act. I am sure it will be unique, after all she is Oli.

Watching amused as she tore away the cardigan from her body, I’d be eager to see what it revealed. I expected her to peel off more garments but she just reveals a cropped top with her toned stomach below. Why was I expecting her to reveal more? Get rid of that thought Alfan. Trying to fight back the hint of excitement taking over my body, my eyes would somewhat be magnetised to her body. Wow. Finishing a quick scan of her body, I’d try not to plant my eyes on her for too long. ”Well that is a good even to call.”

Swarmed with feelings, I don’t know what is happening to me. Somehow Oli has hypnotised me, this isn't how I usually act. I don’t easily feel this way because of women but for some reason I don’t feel bad about it.I love the feeling, I don’t want to get rid of it.

Growing quite restless, standing in the middle of the street began to bore my brain. What do we do now? The night was growing old and we are both out of eggy ammunition and well, we both need to clothe ourselves. "What do we do now then?" I’d throw to task to Oli, not really having a clue on what we should do. I just want to live through the night with her by my side.

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Her grin only grows as she watches the boy become flustered. She loved the way it made her feel to have this affect on him. It made her feel powerful in a way, and she liked it. Power was something that she craved. Having grown up with having no power over herself, over her actions what so ever she has learnt to love the way it made her feel, the assertion that came along with it, the way she could make people shake, jump do anything she wanted... Sometimes fear was the key to power, other times it was infatuation or lust or even love. Over time she had learnt how to work all of them to her favour, mastered the way to manipulate people- mold them the way she liked them. 

She watched as Alfan's eyes danced back and forth between the space between them and she found herself wandering just was exactly was running through his mind. Tilting her head to the side, she studied his face, but he seemed to hide his feeling well, Oli left staring at a wordless novel. 

”Well that is a good even to call.”

She raise an eyebrow- so easy to fold. Had it have been her, she might of challenged him further, yanking him from his comfort zone by the feet. But she does nothing. But instead of mocking him she keeps her lips zipped, sure that she was close to have her tongue bitten off- after all she had ruined a perfectly nice shirt (though he did look better with it off rather than on, but she would keep that to herself.)

Crispy wind bite at her bare skin, making small goose bumps form along her skin, as he speaks once again, disturbing the long silence which had formed.  "What do we do now then?" At his words she looks around them. The sun was long gone, sucked beneath the horizon replaced with the small crescent of a new moon. Stars winked down at them from high above, small clouds wisps dancing back and forth to a rhythm that only they could hear. It honestly was a beautiful night, despite the slightly chilly air. Mesmerized by the night around her she almost forgets that she is not alone-


"What time is it?" She whispers, almost to herself.


Suddenly she is alert, her heart begining to thump harder in her chest. She was late, she didn't need to see a clock to know that it was past curfew and that her mother would be fuming. The thought instead of making her worry made her feel a spark of excitement. The thought of her mother fuming brought pleasure rather than fear. She knew she ought to head home, she knew she ought to face the woman but as her gaze wandered from the sky to Alfan she found herself wanting nothing more than to stay out all night, away from the beast and in the company of someone worth being around. 

But despite how much she wanted to, she knew she couldnt. 

With a sigh on her lips she speaks, her voice deflated, the light dying from her eyes. "I dont know about you, but its time I headed home. Theres- ah- something I need to deal with."

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Alfan Cryer

It’s worrying. It’s worrying the power that Oli has over me. Never before has anyone had me as transfixed as her but there is something inside me fighting to stop me from withstanding it. My body keeps forgetting that I am Alfan Cryer and nobody has strings attached to me. Nobody. Lately, I have been slowly letting go of the reputation that I have built all my life. Is it my age? Is it the people that I have suddenly surrounded myself with? I can’t let go of what I have earned myself, the one thing that makes me who I am. I can’t just throw it all away.

Tonight has been very enjoyable at the most, all thanks to Oli but the night is still young to me. I am not exhausted and my body is yet to drain the energy buzzing around me. I want more; I want to live through more excitement. Even if we’re out of the eggs, we could find something else to do. There is so much to do in the dead of night, so many people to torment. I just want to go through the full night with Oli by my side, I don’t want to say goodnight just yet.

Rubbing my hand up my arm, I’d try to flatten out the goose bumps which began to march across my skin. Alfan, you can cope with the cold. Standing still for so long has begun to take a toll on my legs, the only thing on my body that is falling asleep with time. I need to get moving, I need to go somewhere, I need to do something. Plans would begin to float around my head, as I’d quickly string together our next act for the night. It needs to be something exciting, adrenaline pumping and somewhere warm.

"I dont know about you, but its time I headed home. Theres- ah- something I need to deal with." Crumbling down inside my head, the great tower of plans that I had just built collapses. Really, she has to go? Already? ” You’ve to go already?” A somewhat disappointed look begins to creep itself across my face, I’d allow it to sit there, trying to deter Oli from going home. Slightly widening my brown eyes, I’d try to create a beggar’s expression, desperate for Oli to stay out a little bit longer.

”Or is it past your bed time? Does mummy have to read baby a bedtime story?” Quickly the real me returns, as the puppy look is quickly replaced with the famous grin. I can’t look soft; I can’t look desperate, not in front of her. I need to fight back this possessive power inside of me, no matter how many times it shows on my face, it can’t stay there for long. I can’t change who I am just because of some random emotions over one girl. I need to stay true to myself, I need to be Alfan Cryer the arse hole prankster and I will stick by that tag until death.

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Olivia Harper
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” You’ve to go already?”  He looks down at the girl with big eyes, his lips in a pout and she fights off the urge to smile. It was one of the lowest tricks in the book, the puppy dog eyes and had it been anyone else she might have slapped them over the back of the head: hard. But since it was him she just pursed her lips, placing her small hands of her hips her eyes dancing with the smile she fought off. She wanted to tell him that she didn't want to leave, that she had too, that she didn't have a choice and if she did she would have stayed out with him all night but her mother wouldn't allow her to form the words, fearing him to find out about her, about the life she tried to hide from everyone.  

Then suddenly his whole persona changed. He went from warm to harsh all too quickly, his lips spreading in that wicked grin he used when teasing his victims. ”Or is it past your bed time? Does mummy have to read baby a bedtime story?” Her eyes narrow ever so slightly, a frown painting itself across her brow. He may have been joking, but she didn't like the way he said it, her eyes flashing in momentary rage. 

"No, 'mummy' doesn't have to read me a bed time story," Her words are laced with venom, her hands tightening on her hips, mum would never do that, not once did she ever treat Oli like a little girl, always treating her like a young woman, (an adult) wanting her to grow up way too quickly. There was no room for fairy tales and princesses not for the eldest girl of the Harper home. Their was only a young adult, a girl who was not a child but a woman, sophisticated and strong and educated. She watched as her sisters grew amongst the stories of princes and dragons and magic- but most of all she watched the way her mother loved them, tucked them in at night, chased them before bed... never once did she chase Oli, telling her to grow up as her fingers brushed her mother dress the word tag cut short. 

She could feel her bottom lip tremble at the thought and she pushed down the lump in her throat, trying to summon her voice instead. "Look, I just have to go, I am sorry. There are just things that I have to deal with, things that you would never understand." And with that she gave him one last smile, hoping that he wouldn't hate her as she turned her back, her feet carrying her away from the boy she wished she did not have to leave. 

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