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[steph]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 351px; background-image:url(http://i56.tinypic.com/20gfl1v.jpg); padding: 30px; border: #2D2729 solid 30px; ] can you hear when i say WORDS 873 OUTFIT CLICK TAGGED NOAH. AH SO EXCITED FOR THEM! "Yes," Allison bit her lower lip as she sat on a chair just outside the restaurant with a cellphone precariously balanced between her shoulder and ear while she had a textbook on another seat and her notebook in her lap and a blue pen in her slender hands, "By next week? How am I supposed to come up with that much in a week? Is there anyway to make a payment plan?" she sighed, "But....yes...I can hold," she felt frustrated but she remained calm. It wasn't all that busy tonight and she was allowed to take an extra thirty minutes on her break since her boss adored her. Clad in a tiny black skirt, black flats, and a white button up top, her hair was up in a neat ponytail with a few fly aways and side swept bangs falling in front of her face. She pulled the textbook onto her lap since all the tables outside were full and she continued reading about all the millions of child development theories that were jam packed into the thick and heavy pages. As the voice came back from financial aid on the other line, Allison seemed to wake up a bit from her daze. She was exhausted. If she wasn't in class, she was working and the only spare time she had she usually either spent studying or actually letting Mady take her out somewhere as a "treat" for working so hard. For some reason, Mady had made it her mission to find Allison a new beau but at this rate, she wouldn't even have time for one. As the woman said she could make a payment plan, she seemed to let out the air she had been holding in, "Thank you so much, I really appreciate it...Yes, I can go in tomorrow and discuss it in person. Okay, thank you!" and with that she hung up, pulling out another job application from behind her notebook, "Lovely," she mumbled to herself. A house cleaning job would bring in some more cash since Allison knew she'd have trouble meeting the quota for those payments anyway. She never had to worry about money until she'd started attending the local university and though she was very good at budgeting her money, she just kept coming up short because she just wasn't making enough. Getting her pen ready, she started filling out the application with ease. She could get the job. She'd go in for the interview, talk about hours, and then split her time between working at Francesco's and the house cleaning service. As a shadow fell over her paper, her neat eyebrows scrunched together at the lack of lighting but she was so absorbed in what she was doing, she didn't look up immediately, "Excuse me, I can't see my..." but as she looked up to address the person more formerly, her eyes landed on the last person she ever expected to see. She felt her heart drop down to the pit of her stomach and she immediately looked away and started gathering her books, "My break is over..." she still had another half hour but she didn't want him to know that, much less that she was doing work outside of her normal job. She didn't want him to know, at all, how she was doing. She didn't want him to know she was finally doing something for herself even if she was exhausted in the process. She didn't want him to know anything about her. She sent the divorce papers. Couldn't he just sign it so they could get it over with? She didn't even ask for absolutely anything in return. Nothing but for him to never contact her again. She didn't want to see him...He had Johnny's face, "I should get back inside," she didn't make eye contact with him but as she backed away so she wouldn't bump into another waiter, she ended up bumping into him and her things spilled onto the ground, "Fudge pops," she mumbled under her breathe as she got down to try to pick up all her things. . i have never felt this way

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[flynn kavanagh]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://i141.photobucket.com/albums/r71/maggiesrpstuff/BACKGROUNDS/fk5qwnjpg.png); width: 457px; padding-top: 30; padding-bottom: 30; -moz-border-radius: 35 35 35 35; -webkit-border-radius: 35 35 35 35;] hi » FIRE IT UP. SO FAR, NOAH HAD CHECKED EVERY PLACE HE COULD THINK OF TO FIND ALLISON, BUT HE'D HAD NO LUCK. THE FIRST PLACE HE'D GONE TO WAS THE RETURN ADDRESS ON THE ENVELOP HE CARRIED IN HIS SATCHEL WHICH HUNG DOWN AT HIS SIDE. HE SHOULD HAVE KNOWN BETTER: THAT WAS THE LAWYER'S OFFICE WHERE SHE'D HAD THE PAPERS DRAWN UP. NEEDLESS TO SAY, THE SECRETARY WAS NERVOUS TO SEE HIM WHEN HE'D STORMED IN WITH HIS EYES BLAZING DEMANDING TO KNOW WHERE ALLISON WAS. THE RECEPTIONIST COULDN'T GIVE HIM THE INFORMATION EVEN IF SHE HAD WANTED TO, SO HE'D MOVED ON. HE HAD KNOWN HER FOR SO LONG, YET HE COULDN'T FIND HER NOW. THAT REALLY MADE HIM REEVALUATE HIMSELF. HE'D DONE SOME HORRIBLE SHIT OVER THE YEARS, AND NOT RESTRICTING HIMSELF TO THE YEARS HE'D KNOWN ALLISON. HE WASN'T A GREAT PERSON BEFORE THAT. HE'D NEVER BEEN ONE OF THOSE PLAYBOY RICH KIDS LIKE SOME OF THE YOUNG MEN HIS AGE, BUT HE'D BEEN CUTTHROAT AND SELF-CENTERED SINCE HE WAS A CHILD. HE COULDN'T ADMIT THAT HE'D GOTTEN MUCH BETTER, ALTHOUGH LOSING HIS SON AND HIS WIFE HAD CERTAINLY CHANGED HIM. HE JUST WASN'T SURE IT WAS ENOUGH. NOT THAT HE BLAMED ALLISON FOR HATING HIM: HE'D CHEATED ON HER AND LEFT HER ALONE WHEN SHE WAS GOING THROUGH JOHNNY'S SICKNESS. HE'D BEEN AN ASS, AND HE'D ONLY THOUGHT ABOUT HIMSELF. NOW, HE WAS THINKING ABOUT HIMSELF ALL OVER AGAIN, AND THAT WAS PRECISELY WHY HE WAS HERE IN THIS PODUNK LITTLE CALIFORNIA SEAPORT. STEPPING OUT OF THE TOWN CAR HE'D ORDERED TO CART HIM AROUND THE CITY, NOAH RAN A HAND THROUGH HIS MEDIUM-LENGTH BLOND HAIR AND SIGHED. HE WOULD NOT GET FRUSTRATED AND GIVE UP. HE'D COME ALL THE WAY ACROSS THE COUNTRY FOR HER, AND HE WASN'T LEAVING NOW. WALKING INTO THE OUTDOOR SEATING SECTION OF FRANCESCO'S, NOAH GLANCED INSIDE, PLACING HIS HAND OVER HIS EYES TO REDUCE THE GLARE. BELOW HIM, HE HEARD A VOICE, "EXCUSE ME, I CAN'T SEE MY-" GLANCING DOWN, PREPARING TO STEP OUT OF THE LIGHT, HE ALMOST HAD A HEART ATTACK. AFTER ALL OF THIS SEARCHING, AND HE'D LITERALLY ALMOST STUMBLED RIGHT OVER HER WHEN HE WASN'T EVEN LOOKING FOR HER! UNLIKE MOST PEOPLE, NOAH DIDN'T SHOW SURPRISE IN HIS FACE. HIS EYES FLARED UP AT THE SIGHT OF HER - MORE GORGEOUS THAN THE LAST TIME HE'D SEEN HER - BUT THE REST OF HIS FEATURES REMAINED UNEMOTIONAL AND DETACHED TO THE OUTSIDE EYE. PEOPLE WHO KNEW HIM - ALLISON ESPECIALLY - KNEW TO LOOK AT HIS EYES TO SEE WHAT HE WAS THINKING SINCE HIS FACE NEVER SHOWED HIS THOUGHTS. HE WAS NOT THE TYPE OF MAN TO WEAR HIS HEART ON HIS SLEEVE. "ALLISON." HE STATED HER NAME SIMPLY, KNOWING HIS TONE WASN'T WHAT HE'D INTENDED ON THIS FIRST MEETING AFTER HOW LONG? THE LAST TIME HE'D SEEN HER HAD BEEN FROM AFAR AS SHE RUSHED INTO THEIR BEDROOM AND GATHERED HER SUITCASES WHILE HER BROTHER JOHN HELD HIM BACK AND WOULDN'T LET HIM TO GET TO HER. JOHN HAD GONE HOME WITH A BLACK EYE FOR THAT ONE. "I'VE BEEN LOOKING FOR YOU..." HE STOPPED SHORT AS SHE CURTLY STATED HER BREAK WAS OVER. SHE BEGAN CLEARING HER THINGS OFF THE TABLE, AND HE NOTICED A FEW TEXTBOOKS ALONG WITH HER PHONE AND OTHER ITEMS HE COULDN'T IDENTIFY IN THE BRIEF MOMENTS HE SAW THEM AS SHE SCOOPED THEM INTO HER ARMS. AWKWARDLY, HE MOVED TO HELP HER AS HE REALIZED HE WAS STANDING STARING DUMBLY AT HER, BUT SHE'D ALREADY GATHERED EVERYTHING. SHE MUMBLED SOMETHING ABOUT NEEDING TO GET BACK INSIDE, AND AS HE STEPPED FORWARD TO ASSIST HER, HE SIMPLY GOT IN HER WAY. SHE SLAMMED INTO HIS CHEST, AND HE PUT HIS HANDS OUT TO CATCH HER, HIS FINGERS BRUSHING HER SHOULDERS BEFORE HE PULLED BACK SELF-CONSCIOUSLY AS IF HE'D BEEN BURNED. HER SKIN WAS AS SOFT AND TAN AS ALWAYS, EVEN MORE TAN AFTER BEING IN CALIFORNIA, AND THE TENDERNESS HE FELT AT THAT TOUCH SCARED HIM OFF. HE'D NEVER WIN BACK HER TRUST IF HE MOVED TOO QUICKLY. BUMPING INTO HIM HAD CAUSED HER TO DROP HER STUFF, AND THIS TIME, NOAH LEAPT TO HELP HER. EVEN IF HE WAS A RICH BOY, HE KNEW HOW TO WORK AND HE DIDN'T MIND GETTING DOWN ON HIS HANDS AND KNEES. ESPECIALLY FOR HER. HE JUST HAD TO PROVE TO HER THAT HE WASN'T A SELF-CENTERED LITTLE PRICK ANYMORE. HE'D GROWN UP OVER THE PAST COUPLE OF YEARS. HE GRABBED UP ONE OF HER TEXTBOOKS AND HANDED IT TO HER, HEARING HER USE ONE OF HER ADORABLE LITTLE CURSES WHICH MADE HIM SMIRK TO HIMSELF. SHE WAS STILL HIS INNOCENT ALLISON. BUT WAS SHE STILL HIS? HAD SHE EVER REALLY BEEN HIS? HE'D ALWAYS TAKEN HER FOR GRANTED, AND HE KNEW IT. WHEN HE'D GOTTEN HER PREGNANT, THE CHOICE ABOUT WHETHER THEY WOULD STAY TOGETHER OR GO THEIR SEPARATE WAYS HAD ESSENTIALLY BEEN THE QUESTION OF WHETHER HE WOULD STAY WITH HER OR TURN HIS BACK ON HER. WHEN HIS PARENTS DISAGREED WITH HER PARENTS ABOUT WHETHER OR NOT THEY SHOULD MARRY, IT WAS AGAIN A CHOICE LEFT UP TO HIM. SHE'D NEVER HAD ENOUGH FREEDOM IN THEIR RELATIONSHIP, AND THAT WAS HIS FAULT. HIS EGO TOOK UP TOO MUCH SPACE BETWEEN THEM. "WE NEED TO TALK," HE STATED SIMPLY AS HE STOOD AND HANDED HER HER BOOK. "WHEN DO YOU GET OFF WORK. I CAN WAIT." HE CROSSED HIS ARMS COMFORTABLY OVER HIS BROAD, MUSCULAR CHEST AND PATIENTLY WAITED FOR HER ANSWER. HE COULD BE LIKE A BRICK WALL WHEN HE WANTED SOMETHING: IMMOVABLE AND LONGSUFFERING. 944, hope it's alright! i feel so scatterbrained today x)

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 351px; background-image:url(http://i56.tinypic.com/20gfl1v.jpg); padding: 30px; border: #2D2729 solid 30px; ] can you hear when i say WORDS 873 OUTFIT CLICK TAGGED NOAH. AH SO EXCITED FOR THEM! Why was he helping her pick everything up? It bothered her... Especially when he said her name. But it wasn't, per say, him specifically that bothered her. It was the butterflies that erupted in her stomach. She felt like she was fifteen again and she was in Times Square and smiling while handing him a camera and asking him to take a picture for her. The moment she'd locked eyes with him, she felt that spark of electricity and as she looked up at him now to see what was really going on in his head, she felt it again but she was trying to put out the smolders and keep the smoke from rising. No more adding wood to the fire. The fire was long out. But she saw it in his eyes and, well, it scared her. She was fine on her own or at least with John. She'd met that nice guy at the bar, had a decent night with him and though she knew he'd been trying to get in her pants, she was glad he was disrespectful about her refusing to go any further than some tonsil hockey, "We're done talking," she said quietly, holding her things close to her chest almost like a school girl, "We've been done talking. You made it perfectly clear what you wanted and I did the same. We don't need to drag anything on," her eyes wavered and she seemed to hesitate as she kept her eyes firmly locked onto his own. She was searching for it, almost desperately. Unlike Noah, she'd never been all that well with hiding her feelings and her emotions but it didn't mean she talked about anything with anyone. She learned there were only a handful of people she could trust: her family and Mady. Other than that, everyone else was grouped in a much more negative pile in the back of her mind-and Noah had become part of it. "I get off at midnight," she said quietly after a pause before once again hesitating before going back inside to head back to work. There was only four more hours left of her shift and if he stayed and waited...who knew...maybe she'd listen to him or maybe she'd just walk away. She busied herself since the place quickly filled up. She smiled as she talked with people in her sections and laughed when they made jokes. She blushed whenever someone gave her a compliment, usually an elderly couple who she'd bring an extra bit of dessert to if they were sweet enough since kids didn't go into the restaurant which was one of the main reasons she had taken up the waitress position in the first place. The less kids she saw, the better even though it did go against what she was going to school for. She was going to be a kindergarten teacher and she'd be dealing with kids all the time...Oh well, she'd figure it out later. As her shift ended, she smiled as she waved to her boss and pulled on a light weight denim coat that looked worn in since it was a bit chillier than before and her waitressing outfit had her in a skirt, small top, and flats, "I'll make sure I'll pass, Mr. Francesco," she called over her lean shoulder with a gentle grin as she stepped out the front door, having completely forgotten about Noah only because she was holding her heavy back pack filled with her school things and was using her cellphone light to catch up on some reading in one of her child development text books. She busied herself, she kept herself occupied. As long as life was hectic and chaotic, as long as she didn't have time to sit and actually think about things, everything was beautiful and wonderful and nothing wrong had ever happened. She was still the Italian girl from New Jersey with the heavy Italian accent who played soccer with the guys and wore boy's underwear instead of those little frilly things. But as she read through the child's brain, she stopped and bit her lower lip, finally remembering about Noah and glancing over her shoulder at him. At least she hadn't walked to far. Closing the book she looked at him feeling unsure of herself. She felt like she was at a fork in the road and she so desperately wanted to go both way. She could run back to Noah, back to her life of sitting at home wanting to do something with her life but not being allowed to because of the pressures from his family that she "belonged" at home with her son. Back to holding Johnny's little clothes to her chest and sobbing. Back to throwing things at Noah for not being there, for having caught him pile driving some whore in their bed....THEIR BED...But the other way, well, the other way she was working on a teaching degree, she made her own money at her two jobs, she wasn't constantly feeling like the world was caving in on her. Instead, she only felt that way when she went to bed-alone. One would think she'd grown used to it even within her marriage, but she didn't. She never did and all she felt was a burning hole in her chest where Johnny and Noah were supposed to be, "You have until I get home," she tired to straighten her posture, seem more secure with her decision and almost defiant but she knew she was failing miserably at seeming perfectly content no longer having him in her life, "So start talking." . i have never felt this way

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[flynn kavanagh]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://i141.photobucket.com/albums/r71/maggiesrpstuff/BACKGROUNDS/fk5qwnjpg.png); width: 457px; padding-top: 30; padding-bottom: 30; -moz-border-radius: 35 35 35 35; -webkit-border-radius: 35 35 35 35;] hi » FIRE IT UP. GROWING UP IN AN ITALIAN FAMILY, AND BEING THE FIRSTBORN SON, PUT NOAH IN THE LIMELIGHT. HE'D BECOME THE GOLDEN BOY THE MOMENT HIS PARENTS SAW THE ULTRASOUND AND THE DOCTOR TOLD THEM IT WAS A BOY... FINALLY. THEY HAD THREE DAUGHTERS BY THE TIME NOAH CAME AROUND, AND HIS FATHER WAS READY FOR A SON. SO HE'D DOTED ON THE BOY AND GIVEN HIM EVERYTHING HE WANTED. HE COULD DO NO WRONG, AND IN TRUTH, HE SELDOM DID. COMPARED TO MOST OF THE TRUST FUND BABIES HE'D KNOWN GROWING UP IN NEW YORK CITY, NOAH WAS A SAINT. HE'D DONE WELL IN SCHOOL, WAS GOOD AT SPORTS, AND ALL OF THOSE GLOWING ACCOLADES PARENTS WANT TO HEAR FROM THEIR CHILDREN. HIS GRANDFATHER HAD ALSO ADORED HIM, BUT FOR ENTIRELY DIFFERENT REASONS. MARCEANO CONSTANTINO WAS THE FIRST PERSON NOAH HAD LEARNED FROM THAT HIS FAMILY HAD MAFIA TIES IN KANSAS CITY. THE CITY SOUNDED SO DIRTY TO HIM COMPARED TO HIS GOLDEN CITY OF NEW YORK, BUT THE MAFIA LIVED UNTOUCHABLE THERE. THEY OWNED AT LEAST HALF OF THE PLACE, YET THEY LIVED PEACEFULLY WITH HALF OF THE POLICE FORCE IN THEIR POCKET. AT FIRST, THIS KNOWLEDGE HAD SOUNDED ALMOST MAGICAL TO NOAH WHO WAS USED TO THE UPRIGHT, SOMETIMES UPTIGHT, FAMILY HE HAD. MARCEANO MADE THE 'OLD FAMILY' (AS HE CALLED THEM) SOUND DOWNRIGHT MAGICAL AND ALL-POWERFUL, AND NOAH HAD BEEN ENTRANCED WITH THEM. HIS GRANDFATHER ALSO SAW THE POTENTIAL FOR GREAT POWER WITHIN THIS FAMILY FOR NOAH, BUT ANTONINO, NOAH'S FATHER, THOUGHT OTHERWISE. HAVING COME OUT OF THE OLD FAMILY AND MADE A WAY ON HIS OWN (AT LEAST TO THE BEST OF HIS KNOWLEDGE), ANTONINO DIDN'T WANT HIS SON SUCKED BACK INTO THAT LIFE. SO, HE'D CUT TIES WITH HIS FATHER THE BEST HE COULD, BUT NOAH WAS A TEENAGER BY THAT TIME. HE COULD TRAVEL THE CITY ON HIS OWN, AND SO HE DID. HE SPENT AFTERNOONS WHEN NOT PLAYING FOOTBALL OR BASEBALL WITH HIS GRANDFATHER, AND HE LEARNED IT ALL. IN MANY WAYS, NOAH BECAME HIS GRANDFATHER'S GOLDEN BOY JUST AS HE WAS HIS FATHER'S, BUT FOR COMPLETELY DIFFERENT REASONS. DESPITE THE MYSTICAL APPEAL THE OLD FAMILY HELD FOR YOUNG NOAH, HE NEVER TRULY MADE AN EFFORT TO CONTACT THEM. HE KNEW AS MUCH, IF NOT MORE, ABOUT THEM AS HIS FATHER KNEW, BUT THEY WERE ALWAYS AN UNATTAINABLE FIGMENT IN HIS IMAGINATION. PART OF HIM KNEW THEY WERE REAL, BUT ANOTHER PART OF HIM FIGURED HE'D JUST CONJURED THEM UP IN HIS MIND. WHEN MARCEANO CONSTANTINO DIED, A HOLE OPENED UP IN HIS GRANDSON THAT NOAH COULDN'T EXPLAIN. HIS GRANDFATHER WAS THE FIRST PERSON HE'D LOST, AND A PART OF HIM WAS ANGRY THAT THIS MAN WAS NO LONGER AROUND TO SHOW HIM AFFECTION AND ATTENTION. HE HAD ALWAYS BEEN THE CENTER OF IT ALL, AND NOW THERE WAS ONE LESS ADMIRER WAITING IN THE WINGS. AND WITH THIS CHARACTERISTIC, HE'D MET ALLISON. SHE'D BEEN DISSIMILAR TO EVERYONE HE'D EVER MET. UNLIKE MOST OF HIS FRIENDS IN HIS OWN SCHOOL, ALLISON WAS ALSO ITALIAN LIKE HIM, BUT SHE WAS DIFFERENT THAN HIS FAMILY OR EVEN WHAT HE KNEW ABOUT THE OLD FAMILY. HE'D NEVER TOLD HER, OR ANYONE, ABOUT HIS FAMILY'S MAFIA CONNECTIONS (HE'D GROWN TO STOP BELIEVING IN THIS AFTER HIS GRANDFATHER HAD DIED ANYWAY), BUT DEEP IN THE BACK OF HIS MIND THE COMPARISON WOULD ALWAYS BE THERE. SO, ALLISON HAD ENTRANCED HIM. SHE DIDN'T WORSHIP HIM LIKE EVERYONE IN HIS LIFE DID, AND HE'D SEEN IN HER A CHALLENGE. HE HAD TO MAKE HER LOVE HIM. YET, THERE HADN'T BEEN ANY EFFORT INVOLVED. AS HE'D FALLEN FOR HER, SO SHE HAD FOR HIM, AND THEIR AFFAIR HAD BEGUN. A LONG AND BUMPY ROAD LAY BETWEEN THEM NOW FROM HOW THEY'D BEEN BACK THEN, AND NOAH KNEW THIS AS HE LOOKED INTO HER EYES AS SHE TOLD HIM WHEN SHE GOT OFF WORK. NOT ALLOWING HIM A WORD IN EDGEWISE, SHE DISAPPEARED INTO THE RESTAURANT AND, UNWILLING TO STAND AROUND LIKE SOME IDIOT WAITING FOR HER TO GET OFF WORK, HE WALKED OFF DOWN THE ROAD TO FIND SOMEWHERE ELSE TO EAT. HE SPENT THE NEXT FOUR HOURS DEBATING WHAT HE WOULD SAY TO HER WHEN SHE REAPPEARED. SHE HATED HIM, HE KNEW. THE EMOTIONAL SCARS OF HIS ADULTERY, HIS DISAPPEARANCE, AND JOHNNY'S DEATH WERE TOO DEEP AND PAINFUL. HE FELT THEM TOO, ALTHOUGH HE'D NEVER HAD THE CHANCE OR THE WILL TO TELL HER. HONESTLY, THEY'D NEVER BEEN ALL THAT GREAT AT COMMUNICATING: WITH WORDS ANYWAY. HE, AND HIS FAMILY, HAD PLANTED ALLISON IN THIS ROLE OF MOTHER AND WIFE WITHOUT ASKING HER IF SHE DESIRED ANYTHING OTHERWISE, AND HE'D BEEN PLANTED IN HIS OWN ROLE OF CAREGIVER AND THEY NEVER ASKED ONE ANOTHER HOW THEY FELT ABOUT ANY OF IT. SEX BETWEEN THEM HAD CHANGED FROM THE HOT, VIBRANT THING THEY'D EXPERIENCED IN THE BACKS OF CARS AND ON HIS FAMILY'S YACHT AS WELL AS OTHER PLACES, INTO A RIGAMAROLE THING THAT WASN'T PARTICULARLY ENJOYABLE FOR EITHER OF THEM. THEIR LIVES WERE ACTED OUT AND NOT LIVED. HE DIDN'T WANT THAT FOR EITHER OF THEM ANY LONGER. LEANING BACK AGAINST THE WALL NEAR THE RESTAURANT, NOAH STOOD SILENTLY IN THE DARKNESS AS HE AWAITED ALLISON'S ARRIVAL. HE'D COME TO HIS DECISION. HE WASN'T THE TYPE OF MAN TO TRAIL LIKE A LOVESICK PUPPY AFTER A WOMAN. HE HAD TO CONTINUE BEING A MAN IF HE WAS GOING TO WIN HER BACK, THAT WAS JUST WHO HE WAS. AS SHE EMERGED, HE SMOOTHLY LIFTED HIMSELF TO HIS FULL HEIGHT AND STUFFED HIS HANDS INTO THE POCKETS OF HIS JEANS. "YOU HAVE UNTIL I GET HOME. SO START TALKING." THIS VERSION OF HER WAS DIFFERENT THAN THE GIRL HE'D ALWAYS THOUGHT HE'D KNOWN EVEN IF SHE STILL MADE HIS BLOOD BOIL AND HIS SKIN BURN WHEN HE LOOKED AT HER. WALKING AT HER SIDE, HE CAREFULLY STAYED A SAFE DISTANCE FROM HER. REACHING INTO THE SATCHEL HE KEPT AT HIS SIDE, HE CAME TO A STOP ON THE SIDEWALK AND HANDED THE FOLDER OF PAPERS OUT TO ALLISON. "I SIGNED THEM," HE REPLIED SIMPLY, ALLOWING HER TO TAKE THE PACKAGE. LOOKING INTO HER BLUE EYES, ONCE AGAIN WITH HIS EMOTIONS HIDDEN WHETHER HE TRIED TO OR NOT, HE EXPLAINED HIMSELF. "I SIGNED THEM, BUT ONLY SO WE CAN START OVER. WE'RE TWO DIFFERENT PEOPLE NOW, ALLI, AND I WANT TO KNOW WHO YOU REALLY ARE AND I WANT YOU TO KNOW ME. THERE'S A LOT OF HISTORY BETWEEN US, AND THAT ISN'T GOING TO GO AWAY," HE EXPLAINED, SHRUGGING HIS SHOULDERS AS HE CONTINUED. "SO I'M GOING TO WIN YOU BACK, STARTING FROM SCRATCH. I'M GOING TO MAKE YOU FALL IN LOVE WITH ME ALL OVER AGAIN FOR WHO I REALLY AM." PULLING HIS OTHER HAND OUT OF HIS POCKET, HE GESTURED WITH HIS PALMS-UP THAT HE NO LONGER HAD ANYTHING TO HIDE. "I'M A SPOILED, ARROGANT RICH KID WHO'S THE VICE PRESIDENT OF HIS FATHER'S INVESTMENT FIRM. I GREW UP GETTING EVERYTHING I'VE EVER WANTED... EXCEPT YOU." HIS BLUE EYES BORED INTO HER, AND HE ADMIRED HER BEAUTY IN THE DARK LIGHTING OF THE STREET. STEPPING CLOSER TO HER, HE GENTLY BUT STRONGLY PULLED HER AGAINST HIM, LOOKING DOWN AT HER FROM WHERE HE STOOD A FEW INCHES TALLER THAN SHE WAS. "YOU'RE THE ONLY PERSON WHO'S DARED TO DENY ME WHAT I WANT, AND I'M GOING TO MAKE YOU WANT ME AS MUCH AS I WANT YOU." LEANING DOWN, HE KISSED HER DEEPLY, HOTLY. IT HAD BEEN A LONG TIME SINCE THEY'D KISSED, PROBABLY YEARS, BECAUSE EVEN BEFORE SHE'D MOVED OUT, SHE'D BEEN DISTANT AND UNWILLING TO SHOW HIM AFFECTION. AND HE DIDN'T BLAME HER. HE WAS GOING TO CHANGE THAT. WHEN HE NEEDED A BREATH, HE RELEASED HER AND STEPPED AWAY FROM HER WITH A SMALL SMILE ON HIS FACE. NOAH CONSTANTINO WASN'T A STUCK UP PRIG. HE HAD A MISCHIEVIOUS SIDE TO HIM, AND HE ENJOYED THIS LITTLE GAME HE'D BEGUN. HE WOULD WOO HER, AND HE WOULD MAKE HER FALL HARD FOR HIM ALL OVER AGAIN. AS HE LOOKED AT HER, SO RADIANT AND GORGEOUS IN THE LAMPLIGHT, HE JUST KNEW HE HAD TO. THE THOUGHT OF HER BEING WITH SOME OTHER GUY, ANY OTHER GUY, MADE HIM FEEL SICK TO HIS STOMACH. HE HAD TO MAKE HER HIS AGAIN. "GOODNIGHT, ALLISON. I'LL SEE YOU SOON." WINKING AT HER, HE STEPPED TO THE CURB WHERE HIS TOWNCAR WAITED. GIVING HER ONE LAST GLANCE AS HE SLID INTO THE CAR, HE SMILED TO HIMSELF WHEN HE WAS HIDDEN BEHIND THE TINTED WINDOW. HE WOULD DO EVERYTHING IN HIS POWER TO GET HIS PRINCESS BACK. 1446, let the wooing commence!

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