sympathy for the devil. [tag; luke]

[LUKE ANTHONY MOREAU]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: dddddd; border: #cccccc solid 8px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] but where will i paint my life and will the buyer in the sky believe in what i dream The Words: 980 The Music: blueside - rooneyThe Notes hai c: he was curious about her past relationships but he wasn't about to ask her about them. the way she talked about it made it rather obvious that they didn't turn out rather well and he doubted she wanted to look back into that. i can't say much for my track record either

[/b] he told her shrugging. all of his relationships were short and sweet which was the way he liked most things. the only reason he dated most of these girls was because that was what they wanted and they were girls he liked a little more than others. it was never because he actually felt something for them it just happened to turn out that way. though he wasn't sure if he was scared of having someone break his heart, it was just that his heart hadn't felt anything in a really long time. the way she talked about everything itnerested him and almost made him want that type of relationship. of course i'm a good cuddler[/b] he told her with a scoff. he already knew that would never happen because he would never find that girl that his heart actually skipped a beat for when he saw her. a girl that he would change everything about himself in order to make her happy.

someone seems to have much to say about sex[/b] he said with a hint of surprise in his voice. the way she spoke about it was completely different than what he thought would come out of her mouth. she really did believe in love and all the amazing things that came with it. you're into something on a whole other level[/b] luke responded with a small chuckle. this was turning into a very interesting conversation and one he didn't expect he was going to have. he thought after a few words exchanged she would get tired of him and ask him to leave. but instead she was talking about passion, love and all those things. it made his life of empty sex seem useless and uninteresting.

you're really not going to show me?[/b] he asked with a small grin trying not to let his curiosity get the best of him. but now he had a reason to bother her whenever she happened to be around. luke wasn't going to leave her alone until she showed him that tattoo. he just really wanted to know what kind of tattoo she would get. i hope you know i won't give up till i know what it is[/b] he said warning her.

he rolled his eyes at her as she spoke about feeling bad. when i offer to do things, i actually want to do them[/b] he told her simply. if he said he would hang out with her during the beach party then that was what he was going to do. they had bonfire's there all the time he didn't see why him hanging out with her once was a big deal. thing's falling out? not knowing where to get one? luke had to cover his face as he started laughing. he didn't want to laugh at her but everything she was saying was so funny and he really did try to keep it in. nothing is wrong with a one piece, wear that instead[/b] he told her with smile on his face. he thought her fears were a little unpractical but if she was more comfortable in a one piece he didn't know why she couldn't just wear that. it was suppose to be fun and how could you have fun if you were uncomfortable in what you were wearing?

luke couldn't help but laugh he was already a big fan of this paolo guy. everything he said was rather entertaining and it made imogen squirm which made the situation just so much better. he listened to how he told luke he should change because he thought they'd make a lovely couple. i'll do my best to please her[/b] luke said as he put his arm around her and brought her closer. he quickly released her not wanting her to hit him or do something else that he wouldn't like. before he could even answer paolo's question imogen snapped which surprised the both of them. looking to her she started to explain how they didn't go together and she stopped him from paying for the ice cream. he wasn't sure why he expected her to let him pay for the ice cream. he didn't mind though as long as she would let him make up for it later especially because he had some of her slushie. she just doesn't want to admit she likes me[/b] luke told the man with a shrug and a wink. he knew he was going to pay for that comment later but the vendor's attitude made it hard to be serious about anything. she was muttering under her breath as he followed her licking his ice cream. he was just joking around, try not to be so serious[/b] he told imogen with a small nudge and a smile. but he thought it was interesting that she thought she couldn't get a boyfriend. she was definitely attractive enough but unfortunately for her most guys that went to their school probably weren't her type. he also wasn't sure what kind of guy would be able to handle her and her personality. it would be a fun challenge though he thought to himself. now what am i going to have to do in return for this ice cream?[/b] he said looking over to her with raised eyebrows. i hope it's something interesting he thought to himself as he continued to lick his ice cream. it was starting to already melt on his fingers so luke was strategically liking around the edges trying to catch everything before it made his hands all sticky and gross.
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[IMOGEN ELIZABETH GREEN]

She had no idea why she'd said what she did.

What is wrong with you?! The voice in the back of her mind screamed at her, causing her slender body to shift awkwardly as her long legs folded and she tucked her knees up and into her chest, leaning toward. "Urgh," came her intelligent reply in the form of a groan. Imogen felt deeply mortified as she sat there, curled up in a female-shaped ball of shame on the edge of the pier. Simply put, she went off at a tangent because she didn't agree with Luke's philosophy he had on love and life. It seemed to awaken something deep inside of her, something she thought she'd somehow forgotten.

"I'm sorry," she whispered quietly. "I didn't mean to," she continued, her big blue eyes wide and confused and making her seem, for perhaps the first time in their conversation, vulnerable. And she didn't like it. She has this barrier, an impenetrable wall and she'd had that for years. It was safer that way. She hid behind all of her scathing remarks and biting wit, using it as a mechanism when really, as he'd just seen, she was no stronger than a little kitten. "It's just…" trailing off, she chewed on her lower lip. "Been a while. It's hard being lonely."

With a sigh, she looked down again, her long hair covering her cheeks as she stared at her knee and her pretty face looking decidedly forlorn. She actually felt like crying. Everyone already thought she was a freak, so why should she refrain from doing so now? "I suppose," she stated with a weak smile. "Someone's got to feel on a higher level, right? It's the road less travelled."

Feeling a bit down, she still offered a valiant smile. "You'll see it if I choose to go to the party," she teased with another smile and tilt of her head, arching a finely groomed eyebrow as though daring him to challenge her. Imogen had to admit that she felt an odd sort of tingle when Luke said he wouldn't give up. Deep down, she knew he was teasing but it felt…nice. Even if it was just a joke. God, she needed therapy and what better place to get it than California? Oh joy.

Parting her lips to continue with the traditional Imogen Green way of thinking, she closed them again. "Thank you," she replied. She always did this, the really bloody stupid idea of pushing people away. She usually said something like oh you really needn't go out of your way for me or I'm fine when she was anything but. Turning her head a little, she watched Luke for a moment or two in complete silence, listening to nothing but the crashing waves and the cry of a few seagulls above. She was surprised. He'd turned out to be everything she wasn't expecting. They disagreed on a few things, certainly, but it wasn't a bad guy at all. Coyly, she brushed a lock of her hair behind her ear slowly before looking away before he could catch what she was doing.

"I'll try," Imogen stated with a shrug. "That's all I can really offer you, I'm afraid. I burn easily," she concluded with a pathetic excuse. In short, she was terrified. Terrified of the girls he associated himself with. They were all voluptuous and sun kissed with perfect smiles and perfect bodies. She often watched them waltz around school with a mixture of self loathing and admiration for those girls. She was too tall, too pale, too quirky, too skinny, her hipbones jutted out a lot. She wasn't really able to cuddle with anyone because she thought it would feel like the other person was holding a skeleton. As she slipped further and further down into her self-destructive cycle, she found herself up and against Luke.

"Ooof," she replied suddenly, eyes wide as she got a face full of Luke's still damp chest, noting that his skin was warm and smelt faintly of whatever cologne he'd used before swimming. Holding herself at an awkward angle against his body, she relaxed, only to have him let her go as she stumbled a little on her shoes. "Yeah he's my regular Prince Charming," she chided with an eye roll. Scowling at Paolo once again, she turned her back resolutely. "But I am serious!" Imogen exclaimed, childishly stomping her left foot against the decking. "I can't loosen up because I don't know how to and it's fine for you. Paolo over there likes poking fun at me for continually being alone. He thinks it's hysterical, it hurts my feelings." She was fed up of how she seemed to be on a downer today as she looked at her ice cream and sighed softly. "I'm having a really bad day. I'm sorry you had to introduce yourself to me when I'm like this."

"Nothing," she stated softly with a gentle smile in his direction. "I don't like to take and besides, consider it an apology for my ridiculous behaviour. Here," with that, she reached into her bag and extracted a tissue to hold out to him. "We could… maybe go on the carousel? Or the Ferris wheel?" She asked with a shrug before looking up at the tall structure, only to have one of the members of the school football team yell something less than savoury at her before laughing with his empty headed girlfriend as the wheel turned slowly. He then tossed a half eaten slushie in her direction.

"Look out!" Imogen yelled, stepping forward to swiftly give Luke a push and out of the way of the frozen treat before leaping backwards as the container hit the floor, causing the red coloured ice to splash up on her bare thighs. The boy howled with laughter, as did the occupants of the cart behind them as the wheel continued to turn. With a sigh, she looked down to examine the damage done to her. A few people looked in her direction curiously, whispering, wondering what she'd done to deserve such abuse and the short answer was nothing. She'd done nothing. "Are you okay?" She asked Luke quickly, flicking her eyes over at him to make sure he was unscathed before stooping to pick up the spilt slushie and deposit it in the nearest trash can before grabbing another tissue and wiping down her legs. Upset, Imogen blinked back her tears before they could fall before shrugging again. "That's why I wasn't going to go to the party."

[LUKE ANTHONY MOREAU]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: dddddd; border: #cccccc solid 8px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] but where will i paint my life and will the buyer in the sky believe in what i dream The Words: 977 The Music: blueside - rooneyThe Notes hai c: there's nothing to be sorry about he told her a little confused. she was just sharing what she thought and luke honestly thought it was interesting. getting to know her was going to be rather fun and he was excited to see what else she would reveal about herself. it is very hard luke said thinking back to the times when his mother was around. if she was still here he knew that he would be a completely different person. she would be ashamed of how he turned out, not being able to connect with anyone on an emotional level. and the people who thought they had something special with him were just being lied to because he couldn't bring himself to actually love anyone. he turned to face her as she looked rather depressed about where this conversation had gone. i'll be looking forward to seeing you there he said with a small smirk accepting her challenge. he made it seem as though he was assuming she was coming but he honestly wasn't all to sure if he'd see her there or not. it would be rather interesting if she decided to come but he'd just have to wait and see what would happen. he rolled his eyes when she spoke about burning easily. but he decided not to comment on it and he just gave her a small smile to let her know that he was on to her and her excuse. he was surprised when she snapped and stomped her foot. it wasn't meant to hurt your feelings he told her with a small smile hoping to cheer her up. he didn't realize these types of jokes actually hurt her that badly. they really seemed to have struck a nerve. but then she seemed to have gathered control once again and apologized because she was having a bad day. i just always seem to have the best timing he told her with a small grin. but i'm anxious to see you on a good day he confessed to her wondering what the differences would be. but he liked what he had seen so far and he didn't want anything to change. nothing at all? he asked curiously surprised that she didn't want anything back. instead she gave him a tissue to help him out with the ice cream that was dripping ice cream. thanking her he began to clean his hand as she looked for something for them to do next. he doubted that either of them expecting this to happen when he had come and began talking to her. eating ice cream and walking around the pier together, it was kind of like a date. expect luke didn't have to pretend to be interested in the conversation that they were having. he was having a pretty good time just hanging out with imogen as she bashed his lifestyle. but he knew it wasn't a good one and everything she was saying about it was pretty true. luke was looking around the pier at all the people before imogen pushed him. he looked over to her wondering what he had done to deserve a shove but then something hit the ground and splashed all over her legs. he looked up to see one of the football team members and his girlfriend laughing. both of them who happened to be friends with luke and were wondering why he was staring at them with such hostility. what kind of person would do something like that even if they didn't like her? and he wasn't even sure if they had a reason not to like her. it just seemed like the football team picked a victim out of random and harassed them until they cracked. all luke knew was that the both of them were going to get an ear full and maybe more from here the next time he saw them. he hadn't even realized he was clenching his fists until the pain from his fingernails digging into his hand sunk in. opening his hands he stared at the small marks wondering why he had gotten so angry. luke was the type of person that rarely was phased when anything happened to him. seeing him this angry was extremely rare and he didn't see why this situation was different. running his hand through his hair he didn't understand why he was being so defensive over a girl he had just met. shaking his head he looked over to her when she asked if he was alright. it wasn't as though the slushie had attacked him it was her that had gotten covered. and yet she just picked up the container and trashed it before she started wiping her legs. walking over to her luke grabbed one of her hands and led her over to one of the nearby benches. he wasn't sure what he could possibly say to make this situation any better. taking a seat he taped the one next to him and waited for her to sit down. i would really like it if you came to the party, don't let them stop you he told her with a shrug of his shoulders. he understood now why she was so set on not being anywhere near this party. he wasn't sure why he was so persistent in having her go but he wanted to show her she could have a good time without having to worry about jerks on the football team. if she was with him at the party he knew that nobody would do anything to either of them. of course everyone would be whispering and wondering what they were doing together but that was to be expected whenever luke was around any girl. they all just expected him to be sleeping with whoever he was having an actual conversation with. created by ADE! 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[IMOGEN ELIZABETH GREEN]

"You didn't," Imogen replied swiftly in response to Luke's comment about him hurting her feelings. It was fine, really. She didn't mind too much, she just didn't know how to act around someone like him. He didn't have a care in the world. He didn't have to work as hard as she did for his grades, he played sports, had popular and influential friends and sex on tap. What did she have? Her cat, Jeffery. With a small smile, her bright blue eyes flicked up to rest on his again as she scratched her head a little embarrassed. A good day, hm? "I can't say I'm much different," the blonde girl admitted, eyes downcast. "I can't remember the last time I had a good day."

Really, she should have told her teacher or at least her parents about all the bullying and that was what it was; bullying. She wasn't the type to ask for help, though. It was probably best that no one find out about what went on at school.

The artificial blue of the drink looked stark against the milky white skin of her long, bare legs. The boy might have stopped laughing but it still rang in her ears, haunting, it really was the soundtrack to her high school years. One more year, she often told herself, just one more year and she'd be free. Free to leave the OC and head to New York where she'd be accepted. She wasn't accepted here. She was too smart, too quiet, too quirky, just to unusual to really make any lasting relationships that were worth sticking around for. Swallowing a lump in her throat, she looked up at the boy, confused as to why he'd turned and averted his gaze. Had Luke done something?

The slushie was so cold that it was starting to burn her skin that was now tacky and sticky as the sugar dried. Humiliation was an emotion she knew well and she felt it now. Imogen's cheeks burned, she could feel people's eyes boring into the back of her head as she stood, helpless on the pier. Lovely. She'd have to face the backlash and even more laugher when she returned to school on Monday. Biting the sides of her tongue, she wanted to tell Luke to leave her alone. To go, save his reputation and just let her cry. She'd be doing it when she returned home, excused herself from dinner and got to her bedroom anyway.

Swaying on her heels, she let Luke take her hand and pull her without any resistance. Looking at him, she made the choice to sit next to him and when she did, she opened her bag and took out a half empty bottle of water. Popping off the cap, she tipped some onto a tissue to wet it as she silently went about rubbing the awful blue streaks off of her legs in short, neat little circles to rid her skin of it. "It happens all the time," she replied softly, managing to produce a brittle little smile for her companion as she continued to scrub.

"I take it he's a friend of yours?" Imogen asked conversationally as she wiped her knees, balling up the used tissue and tossing it into a nearby trash can before repeating the action. "It's fine," she lied in case he was wondering. "Really. I can add it to my ever growing list of pranks," she joked. She wasn't kidding, she did have a list in the back of her journal. It was really run of the mill stuff; people stealing her books, pushing her into lockers, whispers, a rumour that she'd been dating the janitor, people drawing a moustache on her yearbook photo, locking her in the stationary cupboard, changing her timetable so she'd end up in the wrong classroom and the newest addition, a slushie throw. Promptly, she laughed, pleasant and tinkling as she scoffed, running her hands over her legs absently.

"In five years time, I'm going to be his boss," she remarked with a shake of her head which promptly stopped as she turned to face him. Biting down on a full lower lip, she gave a single nod of her head. "Okay," she replied softly. "For a little while. One drink."