Elmore [a quiet community...] shades & maple

[Maple ♥]

Harry

    Grinning at Marco's nice reply, Harry wasn't as embarrassed as they got off the bus together and he pushed the door open to their house. "Carolyn!" he called and threw his backpack in the corner of the mud room next to Tommy's, pulling his soccer ball out from it, and motioned for Marco to do the same. He entered the kitchen where his foster mom was and he let her see Marco behind him by stepping to the side. "This's Marco. I invited him over to kick around the ball a bit," he threw the ball up in the air a little and then caught it, smiling like a fool again. 

Tommy

    Tommy just smiled and shook his head at Zoey, shoving his math homework back into his bag and shuffling to follow her out of the bus. He skipped down the stairs and moved into the house with a throw of his jacket and backpack and went straight for the fridge. "Fooddddd," he groaned and looked through the inside of the door's contents. 

    Rose

    Rose was last one in, after Tommy and Zoey, saying only a brief 'hi' to Carolyn before she kept her side bag on her shoulder and made her way up to her room, slamming the door behind her without meaning to, but too tired to fix it, and dropping her things on the floor. With a huff, she fell on her back on top of her bed and sighed, blowing some hair out of her face. She had homework to do, and that sucked. So instead, her blue eyes trailed over to her bookshelf where she saw something way more appetizing to her. 

    Books. 

    Slipping off of her bed, she grabbed her most favorite classic off the shelf, Peter Pan, and sat back on the covers to feel over the spine of it. She usually preferred sitting out on the small bench atop the hill in their backyard to read, and so staying inside just wouldn't do. As she grabbed a blanket to sit on on her way out, she headed down the stairs, and then the back porch.

    But alas, she stopped when she saw Levi, reading away just outside in a folding chair. She scunched her nose at him, seeing his title pick, and leaned against the back door's screen while smirking at him. "Catcher in the Rye? Really?" Rose asked, but was soon cut off as the sound of pounding feet came bounding towards the door and she moved out of the way just in time for Mei Lei to come barreling out, squealing happily, Pony in hand, and shouting out behind her, "Annie can't cwatch we!"

   Rose's expression was still smug through the screen door at Levi, yet her heart was pounding a million miles a minute. 

[shades]

Marco Scott ; ;
Marco smiled to Mrs. Palchak. “Hello.” He said brightly, following Harry.
“Hello, you must be Harry’s friend.” The woman also returned in a bright manner, swatting Aaron’s hand away from the cookies with a simple, “those are for tonight.”
“Marco. My names Marco.” The young man smiled, before glancing at Harry. “So are you going to show me your famous varsity skills? Or am I just going to have to chat up your mother and get to know all your dirty little secrets.” He teased lightly, following the boy with a kind and sincere wave to Carolyn, and behind her Jane.

Palchak Clan ; ;
Annie looked up at Mei, trying to decide if she wanted to continue being ‘Levi’ and have a sour look on her face and read. The childish side of her won over as she shoved the book onto the table and took chase after the girl.
Levi frowned, not even glancing up or turning around. He knew who it was, he’d lived the obnoxious voice for five years and it still sounded constipated as Rose tried to be a prick. “It’s literature,” he defended lightly. “Plus, I can emphasize with Holden very much.” He left it at that, the only reveal to himself; it was true. Though there were many speculations on Mr. Antolini and if it was affection or sexual he was referring too—Levi still reacted the same way as Holden to both of them.
“I don’t think your piss-poor book choices come close to such classics.” He hummed casually, turning the page to the end of the chapter where Holden contemplated suicide. It was the climax of the book, bringing a mountainous twist to the whole story from there on.
Steel eyes flickered up as Zoey came running from the yard, “Tch.” Her jeans were stained green.
“Hey Levi! Do you know the anyone with the last name ‘Smith’?” She questioned brightly.
“I know over twenty people with the last name Smith, four-eyes, you have to clarify yourself more. Smith is a pretty shitty-ass and common name.”
“—right! Anyone from this town with that last name—”
“No.”
“Okay! Cause they are visiting today, something about it being a little bit of friendly tradition.”
He wasn’t listening to that, barely registering Zoey’s sentence as Levi returned to his book.

[Maple ♥]

Rose 

    "Yeah, shit literature," Rose snorted and moved to lean against the white pillar of the back yard, looking out into the nice grass and large, big willow trees. She loved those trees, so much that she hoped they never moved from this place. Ever. In fact, blue eyes staring over them, she thought she'd find a new reading spot in their large branches, sliding off her shoes. Not looking back at Levi, she slipped off a sandal and said, "Depressing, sad literature that represents nothing of happiness. See, J.M. Barrie..." she held up her book to her chest, the other shoe off now, and sighed in a deep breath. "He knew what he was talking about. Never growing up, always staying a little, adventurous kid," her eyes traveled over Mei Lei as she ran from Annie and giggled happily. She also saw Harry gesturing wildly, a soccer ball under his foot, talking to his new friend Marco. Maybe Rose was being too sentimental, but she almost felt like crying. She was growing up so fast, and Peter Pan just reminded her of it the more she memorized the lines of the text within the story and mulled over the root of her childhood memories.


    Turning her head to finally look at Levi again, she gave a small smile, "But it's not like you care what I say, anyways, right? Just piss-poor book choices." she laughed and shook her head before stepped down the three stairs and onto the cold, crisp grass of their lawn, heading for the huge willow and oak trees. She was about seven steps in when she froze, looking over at Zoey who was covered in wet who-knows-what. "Did you say Smith? As in, Holland Smith?" she furrowed her eyebrows, blue eyes darting a bit. 

Harry

    "Okay," he said to Marco with a grin, toeing the ball a little and dribbling it ever so slightly before stepping on it completely. "You ready for a challenge?" he taunted playfully, though it was all a show. Harry wasn't ever cocky, and definitely not a show off. But he was just having fun, acting like a normal kid for once. Forgetting about his real parents and the stress about being a foster kid. He had a new friend, and he was happy for the moment. "Read, set," he paused before darting out with a swift kick to the ball, going for his 'distinguished' goal passed Marco. "Go!" he laughed as he ran. 

[shades]

Marco Scott ; ;
“Woah woah woah, wait I’m bad at goalie and defense!” Marco flailed comically, running towards Harry. His eyes concentrated on the movements of Harry’s feet, then his eyes; trying to deduce which way the other young man was going to send it. Unfortunately, Marco wasn’t that coordinated, so a simple faux to the left and a dodge to the right from Harry made the boy stumble a bit.
“No fair! You’re varsity!” Marco laughed, dashing after him. He wasn’t the best when it came to dribbling, but sprinting, that was Marco’s talent. He easily caught up to Harry, it was a matter of finding a way to steal the ball without falling on his face, or kicking Harry in the shin (that hurts a lot, Marco was out a whole week when Danny McClune kicked his kneecap and nearly broke it).

Levi Anderson ; ;
Levi’s eyes made a glance at Rose as she walked away, unlike Rose, Levi was forced to grow up at a young age. His decisions were poor, and resulted in issues that he hid behind with a bad personality and an attitude. Sometimes he just wanted to apologize, but then he’d see the world from his perspective again; slums, and surviving, striving to get through life.
A black eyebrow quirked at the mention of Holland, listening to Zoey as she shrugged her shoulders, “no idea if that’s her name or not. I think it was the girl on the bus.”
He turned his head away, looking uninterested as he called casually to Annie and Mei, “Oi you brats don’t run too far!” Even though they were perfectly visible and not even fifty feet away. There was something about the girl that reminded him of many people who walked in and out of his life in a blink of an eye. Making him remember the tingling in his toes from his youth.
Despite first appearances to Holland as a clean-cut and defensive guy, Levi has an abrasive and unapproachable personality. His manner of speaking is hardly polite, and he often makes alienating comments that are coarse and inappropriate. His dark brand of humor, always delivered in a deadpan, ranges from rude to outright vulgar. He tends to phrase things in a brash and insulting manner, and is not above provoking or belittling anyone who irritates him. This often is a discourse for the family, unsettling people at school and in the neighborhood, making him difficult to be around.
For the love of Christ, the girl—Holland—was flirting with him despite his first impression. Maybe she thought he was just being a ‘big brother’ but really he was naturally defensive of them whether they liked it or not. Sure, Levi wasn’t bad on the inside. But things in his life made his morality lower than Rose, or Zoey, who had absolutely normal lives despite the loss of family.
This being said, in previous schools Levi was not above sex and relationships, or even the term ‘fuck buddies’. Though he kept them strictly hidden from his foster siblings, it was almost normal for him to be seeking out the missing gap in his previous life; something he would dare not speak about. It made him vulnerable, and Levi was anything but that.
At this new house and new school year, however, Levi had promised himself to be better. It was a silent will, he couldn’t change his brash personality and the way his tongue slips into insults on Rose’s reading material, or tell Zoey to get lost. Deep down, he cared; there was a soft side to Levi that rarely came out.
Holland, unsettled him. Though his expression would not show it, his grey eyes flickered at her mention. She was attractive, any guy would be foolish not to think that. The part of Levi that told him to be a better person, quit running back to the past and look ahead at the bright, shitty-less future…Yet the empty gap from many years remained prickling. He couldn’t damn well steal back his virginity, nor could he damn well go back in time and give himself to a proper family who would raise him right. He was stuck in a limbo between what to do.
Groaning, Levi rubbed his temples, almost wishing he didn’t have to deal with the children and their shit.
Thinking about everything going on in his fucking life, and shit.
Shitty-glasses.
Shitty-soccer balls.
Shitty-blonde hair and Peter Pan.
Shitty-freckles.
Abruptly, Levi stood up; practically knocking down the chair from the force as he clutched the book close to him.
Shitty-problems.

[Maple ♥]

Rose

    Rose looked at Zoey with a raised eyebrow before smiling a little. A friend she could hang out with? For once not paying attention to Levi's assholeyness and her siblings crazy antics? It sounded absolutely amazing to her. Holland would come over, they'd talk about normal, girly things. Maybe she'd fill in Rose on all the drama at school, maybe set her up with a cute boy or something. No. Nevermind that. Rose didn't want a boy right now. Or, in better terms, couldn't see herself with someone. Maybe. Hell, she didn't know. 

    Nodding to her sister, she ruffled her hair as she passed and started back for the trees again. "Well, if it is her, we'll have fun tonight. If you need me, I'll be with the trees!" she called back over her shoulder and made it to the roots of the first large Oak tree. But it's branches were too high up. So, she moved to the next one, then got happy when she saw a thick, trunk like branch that she could climb up and sit against the main trunk on, like a little reading nook. Exactly what she wanted. 

    All around her were many oak leaves and branches, obscuring her from seeing the others very well. It was peaceful as she sat down, getting comfortable, and opened her book to begging reading the pages and words she adored so much.

    And not once did she think of Levi.

    Well, maybe once or twice. 

Harry

    Laughing like a little kid, Harry went racing, kicking the ball towards his goal before being surprised at Marco's ability to keep up. "Well damn!" he grinned and stopped, grabbing the ball with his feet, turning in a circle, and then starting up again, trying to throw off Marco's running skills. "You aren't that bad," he joked with a wink and continued to try an dribble past him. 

[shades]

Marco Scott ; ;
“I told you, I did track! I can keep up with running…It’s…” Marco swung his head, trying to pinpoint the ball after the maneuver. “The soccer part I have trouble with.” He mumbled with a smile, running after Harry and easily surpassing him. With a swing of his leg, he aimed for the ball to kick it away from Harry where he would easily run after it in a quick sprint.
And when he reached said ball after his mad soccer skillz, Marco tripped while dribbling; falling with flailing arms, and comical loosing balance, and landed in the soft grass with a “oof!”
“Well damn.” Marco chuckled. HE SWORE.
He smiled over at Zoey as she ran back to the house, waving.

Levi Anderson ; ;
Levi retraced his steps inside, only grunting to Carolyn’s look upon seeing the distress on his face, “allergies.” Even though they knew perfectly well that the only thing Levi was allergic too was carpet stains (which every single one he couldn’t get out he hid in spite and vain).
He looked at the clock, grumbling how dinner would be put in the over soon and the Smith’s would be here.
When entering his room with a light slam of his door, his book, Catcher in the Rye flew from his grip and smacked against the wall in cold anger. His gray eyes were shadowed with distain, mind jumbled with the fighting of his problems.
You’re mental.
Are fucking-not.
You need to get a grip on your life.
I do.
Throwing books is definitely loosing your grip in a force of momentum and angry way.
Shut the fuck up.
What are you going to do?
I don’t know.
Nobody in the house knows of your past. Nobody knows the fuck goes on…or who you fucked.
Levi glared at the ground, only being jolted from his painful thoughts by a knocking at the door. His cool demeanor returned, as a mask was set in place for the Smith’s arrival. He knew how to be formal, though never taught how to directly, some people were demanding and wanted to treat him like it was 1820s and he was a woman or slave. He knew his place and how to act around others.
He also knew not to let his guard down, to let his wall break. To show anyone he’s fragile, and that he can easily slip away in a blink of an eye once again.
Or the fact he’s been gone for five years.

[Maple ♥]

Holland (so it begins)

    Holland, so say the least, was absolutely ecstatic that her family was going over to say hello to the new family, whom had just moved in down the street from her. Now, they were on their way, driving to her with soft, Christian music playing in the background, like always. Her dad hummed along while her mother acted as though she was teaching the choir of the song, which, was normal for her because she loved music and always taught the choir at Elmore Community Christian Church just off highway 51. Holland, on the other hand, had in her headphones and scremo, metal music blared into her ears as she watched the streets pass. 

    Until they made it to the Palchak's house. 

    Parking at the end of their driveway, Holland pushed open her car door and looked upon the large, yellow and white house. Cute, typical. But it wasn't the house Holland cared about. It was what was inside, passed the doors. To where he prey lies. The one she was gladly hunting down since she first set eyes on him.

    Levi. 

    He was cute, in a angst and stand offish kind of way, which actually drew Holland in more. 

    As her mother grabbed the casserole she'd made, giving Holland a rushed, "Pull up your shirt Holland Louise," before they stepped onto the front doorway and knocked to enter the house. 

[shades]

Levi Anderson ; ;
Levi wandered to the top of the stairs as Carolyn answered the door. His grey eyes set to watch the Smith family as they greeted, Carolyn formal as ever. “Hello! You must be Mrs. And Mr. Smith! And this is your daughter, I presume?” She absolutely beamed with politeness and proper attitude, though she didn’t force her foster children to church, or did much church events in recent years; she did have Sunday morning Bible Studies with her husband and any of her children who wished to join.
He watched quietly, looking cautious as ever as he lingered. Though Carolyn soon caught his eye, “Levi! Oh, be a dear and take the casserole Mrs. Smith made to the kitchen,” she addressed the Smith’s formally, always trying to give a good impression of the household and the children, even if they had their own quirky attitudes. She wanted to prove they were raised, right. “This is the eldest, Levi, though he hasn’t lived here as long as my other eldest, Rosalie.” Mrs. Carolyn spotted Jane. “There’s Jane, she’s a sweet girl.”
“You’ll find Zoey and Tommy somewhere, Aaron and Farlan I think are playing with the boys; Harry is mine, but his friend Marco Scott came over—and oh dear I’m sorry I’m gabbing on. Do come in and have some coffee.” Carolyn directed as Levi came over and with a small, polite, and forced smile took the casserole dish from Holland’s hands before walking briskly to the kitchen.
“Oh yes! And I have Annie and Mei, my youngest bunch. Don’t worry, the family may be daunting in size, but the children are really sweet with all sorts of backgrounds.” Levi stiffened, if she said one word about him.
That was ludicrous, Carolyn wouldn’t do such a thing.
“—Joseph, my husband, he’s running a bit later than usual. He apologizes when he called saying he’ll be here in a few minutes. Oh and Levi!” The black haired boy stiffened as he tried to sneak out of the kitchen unnoticed and back towards his room. “Why don’t you show Holland around and maybe find Rosalie and Zoey for her to meet.”
“Okay.” Levi flickered his fingers in a small gesture, eyes not leaving the floor. His shuffling increased as he neared the door, “she’s outside, somewhere, maybe getting eaten by a bear. Who knows, you’re than welcomed to join her. In fact, I insist.” He hissed when out of ear shot and view of their gazes, holding open the door for Holland to kindly fuck off.
The innocence of her family, and then the tiger-like ways of Holland put him off. If Levi didn’t have a motherfucking wall built around him, covered by an impassive expression and disinterested voice, and shitty personality—he’d be quivering in his socks. He might just say yes to what she had to offer.
He still might say yes.
“So, you know, kindly fuck off. Or you can tell her to do so too, I can’t say those things cause apparently they disrupt the peace of the household. But I’m sure she’ll do it if you say it to her. Hide in the living room, take a book, once she’s attached to you—well, you ain’t very well going to get rid of her.” Now, Levi probably wouldn’t be this mean behind the back of Rose. As much as they quarreled face-to-face, Levi wasn’t one for behind-the-back warfare. It was dirty, and rotten; Levi liked to keep things clean (literally and figuratively).
Holland, again, shook his roots but hasn’t broken the wall. He wanted them to stay clear of her, even if he may end up a hypocritical bastard warped into her vortex. She…was someone who could destroy mentally and physically; he’s seen it personally.
Gray gaze calm, “have fun.”

[Maple ♥]

Holland

    Holland ignored him, after he led her to the small mudroom towards the back of the house, leaning her back against the wall as he tried to shoo her away. "You know, it's not nice to curse in front of your guests," she practically purred, biting her lip as she looked him over. She wasn't fazed by his brashness; in fact, it was a huge turn on for her. Her hair was pushed behind her ear as she reached out to tug on his sweatshirt string. "You wouldn't want me leaving, trust me, Levi," she whispered his name off of her tongue thoroughly before biting her lip again and taking a step towards him. "Without me..." she ran her fingers over his shoulder, "You won't be able to experience all the things that you could," she practically breathed in his ear, giggling afterwards. 

[shades]

Levi Anderson ; ;
“Well, what the fuck do you want me to do.” Levi snapped, his cool demeanor wavering, a shaky breath escaping his lips. He really disliked being vulnerable, like a puppet. Someone pulling the strings to him and directing him where to go when he could do it his own damn self.
He took a calm step back, internally struggling with what to do. He could turn and leave, hope to ignore the girl and she would leave him alone. Mind her own damn business, get out of his personal space that she invaded.
His calm demeanor returned. “Fine, do whatever the fuck you want. Shitty brats in this damn town.” Levi grumbled, turning his head a little to glance back at the girl. He wandered up the stairs where his room was located, leaving the door open as Levi immediately went to pick up his flung book and placed it neatly back into the bookshelf.
Something told him Holland would follow, like a leech sucking off it’s master. Mentally, he was preparing himself. Just say no. Call her a slut, a whore, what she obviously was. He mentally encouraged, though even Levi knew his encouragements weren’t up to par.
Remember, he was shitty with affection.
That’s what he told the girl when he knew, he fucking knew she would follow eventually. “Look, I don’t do affection. Cuddling shit, public shit, not gonna happen. Tch.” Levi made his usual sound of annoyance. “Never really cared for such shitty feelings of romance.”
“Never kissed and shit either.” He lied, hoping it would turn her off.
“I have STDs”
“I’m a nerd, I’ll be social suicide.”
“Don’t you have to fuck that Zayn kid?”
Levi rambled, cleaning his already cleaned room, tidying the books. Then readjusting. Then renumbering so they were alphabetical. All the while something was crumbling, the barrier that was supposed to be ‘good’. To keep himself clean, no sneaking out with a fuck buddy, no alcohol, no smoking, just tea, pissing off his foster siblings, and school.
God, but there was the ache. After a year of starting to slow his hidden life down, to wheedle the constant need to do something from the past, it was suddenly coming at him full force.
To say the least, Levi was disgusted with himself. He knew why the room didn’t seem clean, he was in it. With another “Tch.” Levi turned to face the tiger full force. Avoidance wasn’t working, thinking wasn’t helping, maybe if he just told her off; threatened, something it would work.
Thankfully, despite his short size, Levi was taller than Holland still. And right in her face with gritted teeth and glaring grey eyes, darkened by his thoughts and withering confidence. “Fuck. You.”

[Maple ♥]

Holland

    Standing in his doorway while he rambled and nervously cleaned, like and OCD King, Holland's smile remained, amusement placed there. Yeah, she'd followed him. But boys just loved to be chased after. Of anyone, she knew that. So leaning against his door and smiling wasn't too difficult. 

    Her hazel eyes did dart up as he stepped closer, eyes darkening, throwing his last bone at her in order to get her to go away. But Holland knew he wasn't really trying to get her to leave; he was too twitchy, saying things that didn't make sense. It was his way of trying to be good still, she could tell. But as he stepped closer, so did she, and when he said the usually flinching curse words right in her face, all she did was bite her lip, blink up at him, and slowly trail her hand up his right peck, onto his shoulder. "Please do," she purred, tongue flicking out to moisten her lips as her hair fell over her shoulder, eyes looking up at him and full of the definition of the word 'bad'. "Zayn's not important, or in the picture babe," she bit her lip again and ran her hand downwards this time, getting dangerously close to his home base. "I only have eyes for a certain someone..." her eyes flashed. "Who I just know is dying to get some..." her lips made a popping sound and she laughed, other hand finding it's way to his body, feeling along his hidden muscles and body over his clothing. "Play time." 

[shades]

Levi Anderson ; ;
His lips pressed together, the last bits of his demeanor dying as he turned his head away in that contemplative stare; trying to remain stoic. “Oh fuck this you shitty brat,” the hungry side of Levi won, the side that was dying to get some. He pressed his lips to Holland’s like a beast, demanding for entry, wanting to be fed after a century of starving, locked, chained, behind a wall of pain, and guilt.
Levi’s arm reached out and swung the door shut, before pressing Holland to the wall next to it; the things on his desk rattling, but Levi didn’t care. She had broken him, tempted him, and like the bastard he was; Levi couldn’t resist the chance to feel the dull throbbing again. His knuckles brushed over Holland’s cheek, tongue gliding over her bottom lip; insisting on entry.
When it wasn’t given to him, Levi moved to nip the sensitive skin on her jaw line to take control.
Holland, she may be a slutty whore he could never find solace or love in. He probably would never come to terms with what he did and would feel haunted, betrayed by his own mind. At the moment, that was pressed into the back of his mind with the overdriven power of lust.
“I was lying,” Levi split apart to slide his heated face over her soft skin, so his lips were near her ear. His gray gaze had hardened into a young man who had to struggle once again for survival. He had everything, food, shelter, but the survival was all psychological now. Not physical. Not horrible, he was prepared this time—unlike his eight year old self who could never gripe on the going on, the why, the things people did to make him how he is until he was placed back into the system. “I’ve had years of practice with this shit.”
She was a tigress, ruthless, hungry for him.
But he was a lion, who had refused to eat the terrified man praying for mercy above to a God. And he could go on, lazily watching, anxiety and pains throbbing in his stomach. He was hungry, and hunger won over this time.
His slim, small finger—oh and at points it had been soaked with blood, the woman he had called mother early on, his own blood washed on his hand—lazily pushed Holland’s chin to crash their lips once again.

[Maple ♥]

Holland

    "Good boy," she purred. As he pushed her into the wall, Holland let out a satisfied groan, letting her head fall back so he could kill along her jawline, her hands friskily moving along his body as he tried to gain entrance into her mouth. But not only was she a whore, but a tease as well. Every time he tried to pass her lips, she would pinch him somewhere or bit his lip. "Bloody hell," she gasped a little, her eyes fluttering as he kissed her, then finally, after much teasing, she opened her mouth fully, hands running up his next head and pulling him into her harder, rougher, more aggressively. Her eyes closed now, her tongue explored his mouth expertly, excited in all parts that she'd finally gotten a bit of what she'd wanted; Levi. Maybe he wasn't worth anything to her, which he wasn't. But he was a hard head that she'd had fun messing with in order to get to this point, and a challenge rather then other men begging at her feet. No, Levi was different in the way that he wanted her, but it was covered by lots and lots of mystery. But...whatever she'd uncapped, she liked it. And so it was easy for her to run her fingers all over his body, pulling at his clothing with a smile on her lips the whole time, leg curling up around his torso to bring him closer to her. 

[shades]

Levi Anderson ; ;
His body cringed lightly, pleasure running through his veins. Oh, if only she knew the torment he had been through, the hell. She would know exactly what cheap tricks he’d learn as he battled for dominance. Despite his weak looks, Levi was well-toned under his baggy clothing. One hand did not resist the urge to creep towards Holland’s waist, fingers pinching the girl lightly; payback for her own pinching and poking.
Unlike Levi, Holland had on normal clothing that hugged her body while his fell in baggy frames. Pale fingers slid down the thigh, swinging the skirt childishly, as the young man gave a devilish smirk. If they had time, but even Levi knew dinner would be ready and they would be expected.
Tch. He had to make it last.
Levi took one of Holland’s wandering and prodding hands in his firm grip, sending it to the wall above his head. “Just so you know,” He licked his lips, for a short man; Levi had a drive, and could be intimidating when he wanted. “I don’t plan on being…the one you hunted.”
Lips close, so their hot breath was mingling with each other, “because I think it’s safe to say that the prey found a goddamn weapon and intends to fight back.” His eyes were half-lidded as he stared down, each time she made a try to kiss him, he avoided, he swatted her hands away. He was in charge of who touches and who doesn’t.
Using a gesture his mother would do to the man he called father when she was alive, running his knuckles across her cheek—brushing back a strand of hair. There was no ‘cute intimacy’ between them. There will be no hand holding, just the rumors of the school eventually that Holland was fucking the new kid. They would be considered dating, but nothing more and nothing less. She would still be a whore, a woman who tore him apart piece by piece and he intended to get even with her by finding what to tear her apart.
Levi finally leaned down and hovered over Holland’s lips. “Well, your move.” He grinned, oh what a game it would be.

[Maple ♥]

Holland

    Her eyes traveled over his face, breath heavy with adrenaline, but she was still smiling. Every time he dodged her kisses, she'd just raise a suggestive eyebrow and try again; it was like a face battle between them. As her hands crept around his baggy clothes, it was taken abruptly when he put it above her head to the wall, hot breath fanning over her face and giving her chills. But she loved it. "You can try and fight back..." she purred, very close to his lips. "But babe, it'll start a never ending war," she bit her lip and then curled her leg up against near him, bringing her body closer to his then it'd been before, touching every area she could possibly touch with her arm above her head. With the other, though, she was grasping onto his clothes, wanting horribly to take them off. But he was holding back for a reason, and probably because he was afraid he'd get caught. But Holland was a rebel, always had been. It made things more exhilarating when you could potentially get caught. So that's why when Levi told her it was her move, she yanked her arm down from his grasp, fingers clutching his shirt, and began to walk him back, lips crashing into his as she tried to throw him onto his bed with surprisingly good strength. "And I fight a little..." she hovered over his lower area, hands sliding down his toss as she started to crawl over his body, getting dangerously lower to home base again. "Dirty," she bit her lip and smiled, trailing her fingers along his v-line, over his clothes.

Rose

    As Rose was still immersed in her book, during the part in which Peter gives his kite for Wendy to fly away with while he sacrificed himself for the looming tide, her whole body winced as there was a loud, "Rosalie! Round up everyone for dinner please!" from Carolyn, sweet,  but border line "if you don't do it you'll be whooped" kind of way. The guests must've gotten there, and Rose was confused as she didn't see Holland around. But it barely fazed her as she slipped off the branch and called over to the kids still playing in the backyard. "Hey, kiddos. It's time for eats," she said, bending down to pull gently on one of Mei Lei's pig tails and pat Annie affectionately on the head as she passed them. Harry, sweaty now from his running, was ushering in Marco while laughing while Rose shouted over to Aaron, Farlen, and Zoey. "C'mon guys! Grub is ready!"

    Rose stepped into the kitchen after everyone else and was about to take a seat at the dinner table when Carolyn gave her a look. "Rosalie, could you please go find Levi and Holland? I think they're in his room," she added sweetly and with a fake smile, Rose nodded, pushing back in her chair. 

    "Sure," she said so that the Smith's wouldn't think badly of her foster mom and turned, heading up the stairs grumbling to herself about 'being the stupid oldest' and 'having to do everything around here'. Not once did it occur to her that she was about to walk in on something she wasn't supposed to.