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Post by BELLADONNA L. ALLEN on Jan 16, 2010 0:03:03 GMT -5
Bella smiled, allowing a laugh. Letting down her guard so she could enjoy her date. "Oh and don't you know it." She said, trying to sound wise. She felt the need to let go of his hand, instead wrapping her arm around his waist. Sure it was a small move, but it was still meaningful. She glanced around, noticing him grab his side. She avoided the topic and instead thought of something else. "Let's play a game. We'll see how many people recognize you, and we'll see how many people you recognize." She said, smirking. Oh yeah Bella was into the 'fame' thing but she wasn't in over her head. She was just aware that Ethan was incredibly famous right now, so why not take advantage of it? Fame never lasted forever, unless you were some sort of Brangelina. Hmm, Bella and Ethan needed a name.
She glanced at Ethan curiously when he just laughed sort of randomly. "Is that a funny thing?" She asked, confused. It made no sense, since she couldn't read his mind and actually know why he was laughing. "Your thirstiness? Don't worry, I have it too." She said, actually serious for once. She glanced up and let a grin fall on her face. She lit up like a Christmas tree, or a menorah. "Here's the fancy restaurant! I was so right, it's called Some Green Turtle. Can we pretend that we made a bet so I can walk in and loudly say that you we me five dollars?" Bella asked, totally out of the blue. Yes, she strived for attention. Hungrily feeding off of it. "Don't sound so greedy, we're here." She chided him gently, smirking.
She pushed the door open, waiting for Ethan to come in before closing it. Almost, but not entirely, overwhelmed. Not that it was the most amazing restaurant she had ever seen, but it was charming. Dressy, but not formal. And not casual. Certainly the most perfect place for Bella. And Ethan, too. The person-y-thing led them to a pretty booth, leaving them to think of what they wanted. For Bella, she would see if they had wine or something classy like that. Because she could control wine pretty easily. Just one glass, that would be it...
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Post by ETHAN H. RHYMES on Jan 16, 2010 2:03:07 GMT -5
Slowing his pace as he was walking into the restaurant, Ethan wished he had dressed just a little bit better. Everyone else in this fine dining establishment (Bella included) looked so posh and at home with grandeur and frivolities, while Ethan was not whatsoever. Sighing gently, he sat across from Bella. His explanation for sitting not beside her, but across from her was that "I just want to see your beautiful face when I look up."
His smile was genuine; a real rarity for a person like Ethan. Watching their waiter arrive back at their table, offering a bottle of wine to the both of them. Ethan bit his lip and shook his head hesitantly. "I'll uh..." He skimmed his eyes over the much smaller non-alcoholic drink list. "I'll have an un-alcoholic Pina Colada." He looked up to Bella, a little embarrassed that he had such a hangover that he would not order an alcoholic drink at a restaurant. His drinking usually led to their fights, so he restrained himself, no matter how hard it was. But, oh, the temptations of alcohol. He watched every single sloshing the fermented grape juice made in it's fancy glass bottle. It's color resembled purply blood and the bottle was like a giant vial.
This lessened his craving for the wine, no doubt, but in the back of his head, he was so close to snatching the bottle out of the posh waiter's hand and draining it. The joys of alcoholism were few, and the regrets were many. Taking a long gulp of air, he waited for his boring drink to come out. Thinking to himself about how this was the best date they had been on yet, Ethan got a strong feeling of butterflies fluttering in his stomach. How girly was that feeling? Blinking a few times, Ethan looked down to the table, fighting for words. Ah, fuck it. I want to say it so bad.... So, he went for it. Staring at Bella with a smile on his face, he murmured softly "Bella, I love you."
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Post by BELLADONNA L. ALLEN on Jan 16, 2010 2:16:54 GMT -5
Belladonna ran a hand through her hair. She loved her hair. And she knew for a fact everyone else did too. It was either long and black, long and brown, or short and black. Bella liked changed. She liked fresh and new. Clean slates, persay. But then again it depended on the change, and if it was in her favor or not. Bella laughed, smiling at Ethan. How did she end up with someone so amazing? He gave her all the compliments she needed to function...But he was so untouchable to the public. Which just made him all the more desirable for Bella.
She liked being able to look up and see how happy Ethan was, with her. It made Bella feel...oddly complete. Life was normal B.E(Before Ethan) but now it was even better. She noticed him decline the wine, remembering he was still suffering the after affects of a hangover, she decided she would (wisely) keep it away from him, and maybe instead have barely any herself.
The waiter set the wine down and Bella moved it closer to her, kind of in a possessive manner. But Ethan knew what it meant. She shot him one of those 'steal the wine and we're leaving' looks that only mothers give t o young and foolish children. "I'll take...the spaghetti." She said, smirking. It had always been an immature dream of Bella's to go to a fancy restaurant on a date and order spaghetti. How perfect.
She heard him speak and glanced up, surprise written on her face. It broke into a smile and she glanced down at her nails tapping on the table. "I know." She said, feeling girly since she was so excited about her date. Like it was highschool all over again. What did she say? Bella was fighting herself. She wanted to tell Ethan, but she couldn't bring herself to. For Bella saying you loved someone was a commitment, a large responsibility. Bella had always wanted t be carefree, but...."Ditto. That was all she could manage, but she hoped it was enough for now. Ethan would understand, right?
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Post by ETHAN H. RHYMES on Jan 16, 2010 3:11:30 GMT -5
Blinking a few times in shock, Ethan's mouth dropped. He was hurt, he really, truly was. It was like she purposely did this. It set him off, oh boy it did. "Ditto?!" He whisper-yelled, trying not to catch the attention of the others who were eating their lunches happily. That nasty feeling was aching in his throat right before someone was about to cry. But Ethan wasn't about to cry in public. Well, not yet, anyway. Shaking his head, he spat his words out in disgust. "Why, Bella?" Making eye contact with her was hard, but he looked right into her eyes.
"Why?" He loudly ripped the bottle of wine from her possession, tore off the cork and took a long, appalling gulp of the wine. His anger was so immense and basically begged his body to chuck the glass bottle at the wall, but he wouldn't do that. He didn't want to have to pay the stupid restaurant for a new glass of wine and replacements of the things that got soaked with it.
"Fuck this." He gasped as he regained his breath from the scene he had just caused. "And I thought you were better than that, Bella. I tell you I fucking love you and all you say is 'Ditto'!?" He laughed in a horrid, sarcastic manner. He was drawing attention, he knew it. "And the ditto wasn't even in a compassionate manner!" He gritted his teeth in disgust and clenched his hands.
Not being able to say anything else without resorting to screaming, Ethan jumped out of his chair and left, wiping the single tear that was running down his face off, trying not to let anyone see that this was the roughest blow he had ever taken from this heart-wrenching girl he thought loved him. Fuck love, he thought. Fuck it to hell. [/blockquote]
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Post by BELLADONNA L. ALLEN on Jan 16, 2010 3:24:28 GMT -5
Bella could tell she had done something wrong immediately, just by his expression. She caught her breath, torn between saying sorry and just going with everything and see where it ended up. "Ethan I-" She was cut off in the middle of her going-to-be apology. So now she was pissed. Bella thought it was good she was going to apologize so quickly, but he just cut her off. She never felt bad, Bella could sometimes be described as heartless. And right now she was on the border of feeling terrible and feeling nothing all. She started to stop him from taking the bottle, but unfortunately she was too late. Man, she'd fucked this up. Ethan had already been suffering from a hangover, they went one a date, and about 10 minutes into it they messed up. Well, more like Bella messed up. Maybe she should make a bigger effort 'next time.'
"Ethan... Her voice was one of those low and haunted voices. I don't think..." But he just ignored her. Whatever, Bella could ignore him too. She had tried to discourage him form drinking but of course he refused to listen. She could feel the eyes of people burning into her back and she set her jaw tightly. "So you're saying that if I say I love you, everything is better?" She asked, amused for two reasons. Because one, she just said it. And two, wasn't saying 'I love you' and that fixing everything just another superstition she didn't follow?
She was one step ahead of him, out of her seat before he was. She could follow him back to his bus, or whatever, as long as she annoyed him enough to make him listen. She grabbed his arm impatiently. "Look, can I at least talk before you storm out of here and look stupid?" She asked, her voice raising slightly at the end. Mad. She narrowed her eyes as she tried to remember how she felt earlier, just mere minutes, when she looked at him and her guard collapsed. This was why Bela didn't really believe in love, look where it got them. "Besides, I thought you knew.' She said, shrugging with a sigh.
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Post by ETHAN H. RHYMES on Jan 16, 2010 15:08:42 GMT -5
Getting caught by his girlfriend, he snidely answered her question. "You know, it wouldn't make much of a difference." He wrenched his arm away from her. "And to think I said it." He shook his head in disgust yet again. Rolling his eyes, she just didn't grasp it was too late for her to apologize. Trying to calm down, Ethan looked up to the ceiling and wished she would understand.
Lowering his voice to a hoarse whisper and avoided eye contact. "I don't think..." he started off, taking a shallow breath, "that we should go on another date anytime soon." Now, this wasn't quite breaking up with her, though he really wanted to, but she could interpret it whatever way she wanted to. He ran his hands through his hair, his breathing a little ragged, preventing a breakdown. He laughed at her and snapped "Really, Bella? You want to talk to me? Because, you know, I really don't want to talk to you. Because whenever you do, your ends up hurting me!" This little confession made him lose what little bit of respect he had for her at the time being.
"Bella Allen. Stop talking like that; all mysterious and shit. That pisses me off. And if you would have told me what I should 'know' before, then maybe this situation would not be what it currently is." He scowled at her and wished this wouldn't have happened. Why was it always their relationship? Why was Ethan always the one unlucky in love? He surely could not explain it and wish he could, so he could fix it. Staring at Bella, he liked the girl, definitely, but her fucking pride drove him up the goddamn wall. Now that he pondered it, he realized that she thinks far too much about herself, and it really set Ethan off. Some compassion would be nice from her.
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Post by BELLADONNA L. ALLEN on Jan 16, 2010 21:46:26 GMT -5
Bella cringed at his words. "Don't say that Ethan. You know I love you, all you wanted was to hear me say it." She said bitterly. She crossed her arms and shifted her wait, a look of impatient waiting on her face. He obviously had something to say. Only she didn't expect it. Pain flashed across her face, she didn't even try to hide it. Pain, shock, confusion, fury. He was only pushing her away. That had never, ever, happened to Bella before.
"What do you mean bye that?" She asked, narrowing her eyes and feeling rejected. What happened to the young and smiling couple jut a few minutes ago. Bella knew where she had gone wrong, she just couldn't go back and change it. That would mean admitting a mistake. Something she had ever done, ever. And honestly Bella didn't want tot change for anyone. The thought made her feel tied down. But if acting more normal meant keeping Ethan, maybe it was worth a shot in the long run.
"Are you really that thick? Do you never notice how I act?" Her voice was raising slightly, but for the most part she tried to keep composed. She didn't want to shriek like a banshee in front of everyone. Maybe he was ripping her heart-because it sure felt like it. Yes, Bella had a heart. Despite what some people thought. "I hurt you? So you're perfect. You've done nothing at all? Okay, I'll just go about in my life figuring everything bad that happens in my life." She said mockingly, though she didn't feel like laughing.
She met his gaze steadily, trying to figure out what was going to happen tonight. Trying to predict the ending. And depending on it whether she wanted it to happen or not. Ethan, she definitely wanted him. There was no other guy in the world for Bella. Bella had been with and met lots of guys, yet Ethan was the one she had chosen. Would saying that help? Nope, it would just make her seem like a whore. Or a slut. Maybe both?
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Post by ETHAN H. RHYMES on Jan 18, 2010 17:38:37 GMT -5
Ethan rolled his eyes a bit and sighed passively. “Bella, how can I not say that?” His head pulsated with pain and he tried his best not to pass out from anger mixed with pain. “How would you feel if you were in my shoes?” He gave Bella a genuinely pained look. He sniffed a bit, and resumed. “You could have just lied and said you loved me too. Just to make me feel a little better.” He scoffed, getting a bit ashamed at his own words. “We both know that the two of us have a little too much pride and need that kind of shit, babe.” He didn’t know why he called her babe, since he was mad at her, but he still did. It was habit.
He then looked her in the eyes and frowned in shame. “I mean...” he let out a big breath, “That I think we should take a little break, you know?” He frowned. “It’s just that whenever we spend time together it ends up in a fight.” He shook his head like a child. “It hurts me, Bella. It really does.” He looked to her dark eyes, hoping she would understand why he was being such an ass. Her next words hurt him even more, she prodded him with her needle sharp words. He hated how she didn’t know it, but she was so cruel. Or maybe she did know (and if she did know, he’d be very angry with her).
This trickle of vulnerability soon dried and he bit the inside of his lip to keep from hurting something. Not her, of course, but a punching bag would come in handy with moments like these. He narrowed his eyes. “Bella. Can you truly show some love towards me? I mean, I really love you but some of the things you say make me think you only date me for the fame.” He knew this would really hit her hard, and he shouldn’t have said it, but he did. Sighing, he looked at her for a good few seconds, tossed a twenty on the table and left the restaurant.
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Post by BELLADONNA L. ALLEN on Jan 18, 2010 19:08:33 GMT -5
Bella, don't cry. Don't be upset. Don't be vulnerable. Be brave, proud, confident. This is what she had always been told. That any sign of vulnerability, and she would be crushed. That was how she was raised. And Bella couldn't change it. Her life revolved around those beliefs. Bella never had great self-esteem. She acted over-confident because she believed if she showed off the impression she was proud and confident, that others would believe it. But Ethan was the first person to take it so seriously. To think she was actually a bitch. Bella said she wasn't ashamed.. But she couldn't stand Ethan hating her. She wanted to curl up like a small child.
"Ethan, if I said I loved you I wouldn't be lying." Bella made an effort to sound human,to sound like it cared. She did care. This was her cause right now. "I don't have too much pride. I might not have enough." Bella was a gossip because she wanted to be in the attention She wanted people to know who she was. She hadn't thought about how she would feel if people knew who she was for negative reasons.
It was old. People pretended to turn away, but they were still watching. This was bound to make a scene. Belladonna, queen of drama and gossip, making a mistake? She watched Ethan with a lost expression. "Ethan..." She trailed off. What was left to say? Not anything witty that Bella could think of. "Can I talk to you outside? In private?" She asked, emphasizing the last word to everyone else's benefit. She wasn't going to give him a chance to say no. She would explain to him why she was so terrible, and hopefully he would understand.
His next word were thrown at her 100 miles per hour, in her face. And they shocked her, stung her. She was almost at loss for words. Almost. "Ethan, that's not true. I go out with you because I love you..." Bella trailed off. I don't need him to be famous, anyway. She thought bitterly. But silently. She narrowed her eyes and followed him out, about to take the chance to talk.
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Post by ETHAN H. RHYMES on Jan 19, 2010 20:41:46 GMT -5
Placing one of his hands on his hips and sighing, he stormed out of the door. That was one thing he would gladly do. Rolling his eyes while he walked out, he wondered if Bella really even cared about him. Stepping out into the cold, he noticed how big the city was compared to his pitiful self. He wasn’t an overly tall boy. Maybe around five foot nine or ten. He was good looking, he presumed, so that made up for his lack of height. Walking a few feet down the street, he allowed himself to nearly collapse on a nearby bench. He hoped Bella would come to her senses, but he doubted it, by the way she said she didn’t have enough pride. No doubt on the fact that she was a smart girl, but she just acted on impulse a lot; much like himself. Watching a few people walk by and double take at the relatively famous couple, Ethan felt that exciting feeling Bella probably felt when she got the attention she craved. It was a paradoxical thing, pride. One hated having too much of it, but normally did. It was like weight. People either had too much of it, or too little. Not even looking up to her, he mumbled “What do you need to talk to me about, Bella?” His words weren’t stern, but tired; worn out and beaten. He had never felt this vulnerable in a very long time. It reminded him of the times when he was younger, when his mother would beat him, both mentally and physically. He had to admit, when you dated Bella, you had to be able to take a few unintentional blows sometimes. It was not her fault, really. She was just so outgoing she said some of the darendest things at times, but he still loved her. Even now; he’ll always love her but sometimes he just doesn’t like to be around her. Space was a crucial thing in Ethan’s life, and not many people understood. But, then again, no one could ever understand someone completely.
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