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Post by tristan cameron knox on Dec 9, 2012 21:50:18 GMT -4
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[/div] ONLY BABY SCARS - - - - I NEED YOU LOVE LIKE A BOY NEEDS HIS MOTHER'S SIDE It had been a long time since Tristan had last seen or talked to Pixie, and part of him felt bad for not keeping in touch with her as much as he should have. The two of them had gotten pretty close during the last tour they'd been on together. He understood that the girl had some issues, but he saw past them and got to know the girl underneath all of her problems. Sure it was a little sappy, but Tristan wasn't as big and bad as everyone thought him to be. Yes, he had a lot tattoos, was pretty tall, and maybe had a scary looking face, but he wasn't frightening at all unless you gave him a reason to be. Really, Tristan was just a goofball who was looking to have fun, but not the sort of fun would you suspect. Like hooking up and all that junk wasn't his style, which was weird because most band guys were like that. But anyway, he was an understanding person who'd saw through all of her problems and accepted her for who she was. And so, to make it up to her, he'd decided to take the girl out for some hot chocolate.
Tristan brushed his hair to the side, draping an arm over the smaller girl's shoulders. She was quite literally half his size, but then again, he was about 6'4 so he was pretty tall and girls were generally fairly short. "I think you should ask to grow a few more inches for Christmas" Tristan laughed and smiled playfully down at her. He was always teasing her about her height, but it was all in good fun. To be honest, he thought she was simply fun sized and it was extra cute and adorable. Then again, he thought everything about her was extra cute and adorable. Except for maybe when she got all jealous and angry at him when he talked about merch girls and things like that. The two of them weren't exactly together, but she'd told him that she had claimed him as her's. Which was fine with him, but he still didn't like the whole jealousy thing. It bothered him and made him feel guilty even when he hadn't done anything wrong.
Tristan lead her to a small little cafe that he'd seen when they were parking the buses. Inside it smelled of freshly brewed coffee and baked goods. He walked up to the counter and ordered two hot chocolates with marshmallows, paid, and handed Pixie her's. "Hopefully these aren't terrible." He grinned cheekily over at her before snatching up a booth for them. He picked a side, leaving it open enough for her to sit with him should she decide she didn't want to sit across from him. Either way he'd be happy because he'd get to snuggle her if she sat next to him and get to look at her pretty face if she sat across from him. So it was really a win/win situation.
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Post by katrina fae parker on Dec 9, 2012 22:57:50 GMT -4
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Katrina and Tristan had a weird relationship. They were friends but a little more than that; caught somewhere in between best friends and in a relationship. It was confusing but Pix still had her freedom to do anything she wanted. Not that she was a big whore, she had toned it down over the past few years but she still had the option to do it if she wanted to. These days, Pix was more devoted to her addiction that she hid from almost everyone. Saying she had issues just barely scratched the surface of what was wrong with her. She didn’t exactly have the cleanest track record with all of the people she’d been with, the drugs she did, and not to mention that little thing called an eating disorder. Katrina was quite a handful but somehow remained semi-happy in public and hid everything quite well. How Tristan still wanted to hang out with her was beyond reason but she wasn’t going to go ahead and question anything, not yet anyway. If he wanted to damage his reputation and hang out with a bad influence, that was fine with her, even though he should know better.
When she had gotten the text message, Pix was already putting on her coat, scarf, and hat, excited to be getting off the bus. It would be fun hanging out with M&Ms again, it was always fun. She stepped off the bus and met him outside. Smirking when she saw him, she wrapped an arm around his waist. His height was alarming, she had forgotten how tall he was compared to her. Looking up at him, she squinted, the sun had been in her eyes. Oh you think you’re sooo funny. Pix laughed. He wasn’t the first one to make fun of her height and he wouldn’t be the last. In actuality, she was happy with her height and wouldn’t change it either. So what if she had to stand on cabinets or climb when she couldn’t reach something? I think you should ask for a bag for Christmas. It had been a running joke that he was ugly, even though everyone knew that he was uber handsome, which was why she could make fun of him about it.
It was no secret that Pix was a jelly monster when it came to Tristan. She didn’t know why or when that started but it did and she became a mega bitch when it happened. In all fairness, she never had been a sharer. You better hope not. Otherwise, you’ll have to make it up to me again and I know how much you hate owing me things. Pix smirked as she took a sip of her hot chocolate and sat across from him. It wasn’t bad but she had definitely had better before, but that wasn’t his fault. Tristan was just trying to be nice. Speaking of which, you still owe me M&Ms from the other night, you lied to me and said you had some, but you didn’t. You’re a big liar. Pix smirked again before looking out the window at everyone passing.
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Post by tristan cameron knox on Jan 14, 2013 21:47:47 GMT -4
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[/div] ONLY BABY SCARS - - - - I NEED YOU LOVE LIKE A BOY NEEDS HIS MOTHER'S SIDE The relationship the two of them shared certainly was... different. For a while, Tristan had just thought of Pix as a good friend of his, but as the snuggling increased and sleepovers became more frequent, he wasn't exactly sure what he was supposed to call them. Best friends? No, that didn't seem to really fit it anymore since they'd been known to sneak in a few kisses here and there, but there was really no solid commitment yet. Tristan wasn't exactly afraid to jump into a relationship with her, but he wasn't sure how willing she was to actually be in one with him. Pixie was a confusing girl and he wasn't really sure what he was getting himself into by tangling himself in her web, but it was too late to back out now. There was something going on between the two of them and neither parties knew exactly what to do about it, but it was clear that if one left the other, the end results wouldn't be all that pleasant. He was sure that Pix would probably yell at him and he'd feel really lonely without her, so it would seems as if they were both stuck in this mess whether they liked it or not.
It wasn't long before the two had met up and she made herself at home by his side. A tiny arm wrapped itself around his waist, causing him to smile slightly. The only way she'd ever be able to reach his shoulders was if she were to stand on a chair. Maybe not even then actually. "You know it! My jokes are the best in town." Trist smiled after using his matter-of-fact tone. Okay, maybe he wasn't the most comical of people, but there was no point in trying to tell him that. He was going to keep using his corny jokes and comments until the day he dies. "Ouch. I was thinking of just tattooing my face like a skull. I mean, that looks pretty cool and you wouldn't be able to see my ugly mug anymore." Though he knew the tiny Pix was joking, Tristan hadn't always been labeled as the most attractive person out there. In high school, he was quite the contrary actually. The laughing stock so to speak. Apparently his face really was odd looking and his tattoos weren't all that attractive. But he was never one to dress to impress other people. This was who he was and there wasn't exactly any fixing it.
"I don't mind owing you things. You don't typically ask for much." The musician shrugged a little bit and drank some of his hot chocolate after getting settled in his seat. It was pretty cheap tasting, but at least he'd tried. "Ohhh, I did promise you m&ms didn't I? We'll have to stop some place so I can get you some. I need to restock my stash anyway." Tristan smiled happily over at her, but his gaze shifted to some girls who'd started to whisper. He offered them a wave, but was sure to return his attention back to Pix. He knew just how angry she could get when other girls talked to him. Why she was like that he wasn't too sure. It wasn't like he went off on a rampage whenever she talked to other guys. He took all her yelling and angry words though, because somehow she did manage to make him feel guilty. Even if he didn't technically do anything wrong.
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Post by katrina fae parker on Jan 14, 2013 22:39:16 GMT -4
| [atrb=style,background-color: 313131,bTable] IT'S TOO COLD OUTSIDE,
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Pix didn’t really like being alone. She enjoyed the company of others more than being alone, so whenever possible, she latched onto her friends, hoping they wouldn’t mind. Leaving Pix for too long would result in bad thoughts and worse behavior. Trav tried the best he could to keep her in line, but that was getting harder to do since he had his own problems. Lately, the responsibility had fallen in Tristan’s lap by default. Whether or not that was fair was to be debated but Tristan hadn’t expressed any objections to it, at least not to her face anyway. They’d been busy catching up on the year they’d lost touch and somehow in that time, their relationship changed. Pix couldn’t explain how safe Tristan made her feel or how adorable his smile was when he was being goofy. Ugly or not, she liked to think he was her boy, which meant he was off limits to sleazy merch girls and desperate fangirls. He didn’t have much of a choice well, he did, but he didn’t make a decision so she made it for him.
Don’t tattoo your face. Pix pouted. It’s gawgeous. She couldn’t tell if he was joking about it or not but if he really did have the nerve to tattoo his face, she’d be sad. Kissing a skull would be super scary when you thought about it. She would much rather kiss him the way he was. Speaking of tattoos, we should go get some later. Pix had a few, nothing majorly important, just a treble clef and some eighth notes. Tristan was a veteran, obviously. It seemed as if every time she looked at him, there was something new she hadn’t noticed before. He was like a museum and she liked asking questions about each exhibit.
Pix nodded in agreement. We’ll have to buy out the store to get enough to last us a while, since you’re always eating them all. Just as she finished thinking about how fun an M&M fight would be later, she noticed the feeling of being watched. Two ugly broads were making oogley eyes at her boy, which was obviously unacceptable. Tristan had waved to them and that didn’t sit well with her either. Why give them something to gossip about? Pix glared at the two, narrowing her eyes. She was torn between the idea of kicking their asses or breaking Tristan’s fingers or just leaving. Possibly using her hot chocolate as a football, that could always work too. Her mind was busy debating on her best choice. No one was going to make her feel threatened. Sure she was a drug addict and somewhat of a big joke but that didn’t matter. It was the principle. After a minute or two, she decided against all the previous options. She had thought of one that would really be a doozy. Instead of getting super angry and lashing out on everyone in typical bitch fashion, Pix leaned across the table, pulled his face closer, and gave him a big smoocher. Sure it probably confused the hell out of him, but she figured it was an effective way to stake claims publically. Let’s go get those MMS.
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