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

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Levi Anderson ; ;
There was a gasp of surprise, his elbows supporting as Holland was making it’s dangerous territory; feeling his belt unbuckle so as she could get to him better. One hand snaked up to grip her waist, but that was all he could do. Being pinned, he had no way to go but to refuse kiss her.
Yet her nails tickling his skin, made him give out an airy groan of annoyance, feeling his lips captured once again. He bit down lightly, trying to regain control.
Dear God, what the fucking hell had he gotten himself into. All he could do was lay there, like an idiot as the girl hovered over him viciously; daring him to swat her away. They weren’t on the bed, but he was practically about to fall with the girl on top.
Oh hell to the no.
The only problem was Levi was too focus on keeping the girl at bay, gray eyes staring back with disinterest; putting on the most nonchalant look to stare at her, “Tch.” Though there was the obvious squirm as his belt fell to the floor. “Puh-lease. If you’re going for professional hooker and prostitute, you’re doing a shitty job.” Levi stated bluntly, grey-blue eyes staring ahead.
He wasn’t watching the door. The door which gave a great profile of Holland Smith on Levi Anderson, engaging in activities. Well, more like a bitch trying to get into his pants and Levi having no control but to attempt to swat her away with one hand, a growl forming in his throat, and the other holding him up so as to not fall on his ass.

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Holland

    Slightly annoyed he kept pushing her off, Holland unzipped his sweatshirt with a small growl and got closer to his face, breath heavy and hot. "Then why is your body telling me otherwise?" her eyes glinted as she ran her hands over him again, this time slowly trying to slide off his sweatshirt so she'd have better access. Her eyes never left his as she tried to do this though, lips hovering near his. "If your mouth wasn't talking so much shit, I'd just see it from your body language that you want some," she popped her lips again, nails curling up to his jaw and pinching him playfully there, other hand beginning to trail downwards once more. 

Rose

    Rose was only a few feet from Levi's door when she thought od something; she should put her book away. And her room was down the hall from his, so she turned back and headed into her own sanctuary, putting the book back on the shelf, unorganized unlike Levi's. Then she threw her hair up on her head in a messy bun, tired of it touching her shoulders and glanced briefly in the mirror with a frown. She always looked tired by the end of the day, her make-up shiny, smeared a bit under her eyes, body slightly slouched. Rose suddenly had the urge to fix herself up, then mentally scolded herself. It was just Levi and the Holland she thought and shook her head, slipping out of her room again, empty handed, to go get the two from Levi's room while humming a small tune and readjusting her bun on her head. 

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Levi Anderson ; ;
As he made another attempt to growl and swat the young woman away; it died into a pathetic whine as cold nails brushed his flaming, tender skin. It took all of Levi’s self-restraint not to arch his neck as an invitation. Instead, he held a steady gaze towards the ceiling, “my hands are saying lay off.” Levi replied like the smart-ass he is, looking at the girl; ignoring the dance of lust between his body and hers. Damn, he wanted it.
Yet guilt was driving him to want it to stop.
One half didn’t want to go any farther, another wanted her to kiss him silly.
Levi decided to remain cool, and continue his remarks. “I have nine other siblings in my house, I don’t bring my sex life to my own bed.” It’ll become filthy, he mentally added. Glaring as their lips pressed together, he gritted his teeth and refusing entry.
Now he was just being a stubborn prick. Levi tried to keep his thoughts focused, mouth closed, fighting back as best as he could. She knew he wanted it, but didn't know the internal struggling going on between consciousness and his ability to think.
“Watch it brat!” Levi suddenly yelped, feeling something press near a turn-on spot near his groin, causing the man to squirm under Holland’s weight. One hand batting away while the other still supported their endeavors.

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Holland

    Holland, annoyed with him, positioned her body over him, hair falling around her life a shelf. "We're not having sex, dip shit. Now stop talking and kiss me dammit," she laughed and got down closer to him again, lip pressing roughly to his, running her hands over the sensitive places she knew was driving him crazy, a smug smile behind the movement of her lips. 

Rose

    Rose stopped at his door, thinking she'd heard something, and leaned in to hear more. But there wasn't any sounds, which confused her. Had they fallen asleep? she wondered before putting her hand on the door gently, still trying to listen. 

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Levi Anderson ; ;
Grunting at the touch, Levi obliged; however, instead of giving Holland the dominant satisfaction, he pressed his body upwards, his hand moving behind her neck as his own nails dug into and scratched at it roughly. His mouth and tongue was exploring new territory like an alpha wolf, hungry, and needing to be in charge.
His body writhed under Holland, against his will, and almost urging her to explore.

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Holland

    Finally satisfied, Holland moaned a little into their kiss and smiled as well, feeling goosebumps rise all over her as he pressed his fingers into her neck and became more aggressive. To Holland, that was hot. And so she moved along with his, writhing along with the motions of their bodies naturally, legs curling up around his and hair falling onto his face as his tongue explored her.

Rose

    One of Rose's biggest personality flaws; curiosity killed the cat. In this case, Rose was the cat. After it all happened, she'd tell herself that it wasn't her fault, really, for opening Levi's door and walking in on something she wasn't supposed to. It was her curiosity, honest. 

    But as Rose flew open the door as if she'd been walking up cheerily, confused on the sounds she'd been hearing, she froze when she saw the sprawling legs of both her foster brother and Holland, her supposed new friend, intertwining and bodies pressed to one another. Hands instantly flew up to her face like a little girl would do after seeing something bad, stumbling back to the door and catching herself on it before she fell. "What the fuck?" she screeched behind her hand. "Jesus Christ," she cursed again and turned around. "A-Are you two naked?" It was obviously stupid to ask a question like that, but with so much adrenaline pumping through her and the slow, billowing anger building in her gut, she didn't really know what to think. Her stomach was in her toes, still covering her eyes and the horrible scene she prayed she hadn't just walked in to. 

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Levi Anderson ; ;
Hearing a familiar voice—Rose—the arm supporting them gave away in a haste to scramble away from each other. Levi, in all fluster, practically shouted “No you shitty brat, we’re not—” he coughed as the duo fell to the ground, bumping his head slightly on his bed frame. “Get the hell off.” He grumbled, shoving the girl off lightly.
Brushing his pants off as Levi stood, his grey eyes darted to Rose in the doorway. “Why the fuck are you in my room?” He asked calmly, but all his fury was behind his eyes. This was the reason why his sex life never came past the walls of the house, Levi not able to trust, or grope the fact of him having sex with eleven people in the house, asleep.
Crossing his arms, Levi raised a dark eyebrow at Rose for an explanation, his short stature nothing in comparison how a seething Levi was scary. Eyes darkened, head slightly bowed, fists clenched so that his nails were digging into his palm. But yet his face was calm, cold, and stoic, not revealing the fury that burned inside him.

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Rose

    Rose peaked over her shoulder to see him, cheeks flushed horribly. Uh-oh. She'd done it now. Pissed off Levi horribly. 

    But it wasn't her damn fault.

    "Maybe because Carolyn wanted me to fucking get you because dinner's ready?" she shouted a bit too loudly, her own boiling anger spilling out from her tongue. Rose was dangerous when she got mad, and so she knew internally she had to watch herself before she said something she regretted. But she was so beyond any point of sanity at this moment. Her blood pumped throughout her body, her already usually Rosey cheeks (hence the name), becoming even more red. "And maybe because I didn't think you two would be," she motioned rapidly with her hands, making the long sleeves of her grey sweatshirt flap in the air briskly. Her eyebrows were dipped low over her blue eyes, dark with color from her mood. Levi had just met this 'new friend' of Rose's. And they were getting in on in the same house as Rose. What the hell was he thinking? What was Rose feeling? Jealousy? Embarrassment? Betrayal?

    She decided it was all of the above, regretfully. 

    Feeling like a child, hot tears prickled at the back of her eyes, feeling like a little kid being scolded by her older brother again. Rose hated getting in trouble, and she had a bad habit of crying when she was mad. So she couldn't really stop the hot tears from dribbling over her eyelids as she brushed her sweatshirt sleeves over her face to hide them. "Holland was my new friend. Ugh! Why do you always fuck everything up, Levi?" she growled, shooting a glare at Holland who was leaning against Levi's bed with an indifferent look on her face. 

    "Sorry kid," she shrugged. 

    Rose's jaw clenched. "Oh shut up, whore," she spat before shooting a watery glare at Levi again, turning, and going as fast she could back to her room and slamming the door, hard. 

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Levi Anderson ; ;
Levi fiddled with the black hairs on his head, feeling the roughness as it was messed up by Holland’s hands running through it. “I’m going to wash my hands and look presentable,” He said, picking up his belt and slipping it on his shoulder. Shooting Holland his signature glare, he continued.
“You better fucking wash your hands too, brat. I won’t fucking touch any food that yours has touched.” He deadpanned, walking out the door and slamming that of the bathroom on his floor.
His pale hands gripped the sink, grey eyes defeated, emotion visibly showing behind closed doors. Looking up, Levi couldn’t figure out if he was angry at Rose, himself, or Holland. Or was it a jumble of emotions coursing through him at once? Guilt? Definitely there.
Blinking, when looking at the mirror all Levi saw was a 10 year old boy fresh into the system, rebellious, wanting to get away from the comfort. To return to the place where he thrived and survived.
Shaky hands grabbed his comb and ran it through his hair so it fell nicely on his head once again, his hands scrubbed to get the feeling of filth off his fingers until they were red, soap lingered in his mouth as he attempted to get her feeling off of him. Yet he could still smell her scent on his hoodie, so he threw it aside in anger, his t-shirt revealing his pale arms with lingering white scars; some self-inflicted, others were not.
He was broken then and look at Levi now?
Broken again, waiting to be tossed aside and replaced.
Finally, turning off the tap. Levi made his way downstairs and sat himself in the last chair set out for him. “Sorry, was washing my hands,” he apologized to his guests; then to Mrs. And Mr. Palchak.
“It’s alright Levi, since you’re the last one, why don’t you say grace.”
Levi’s brow furrowed as he folded his hands and bowed his head.
“Uh, dear God. Thank you for this opportunity to strive and be here…and um…thank you for bringing the Smith residence to us for a wondeful mean made possible by…you Lord…And um…thank you for the food before may you bless our bodies and soul…and…um…end world hunger. Amen.” Levi said awkwardly, praying never really his thing. Looking up at the food, his stomach was rejecting it by the sight, sickening him; and yet when the casserole was passed to him, and the mashed potatoes, and vegetables, he took a little bit.
Yet he didn’t think he could eat them.

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Holland

    Holland had gone down before Levi, sitting across from him at the table. All the while, she didn't let his harsh words get to her. Of course, she'd been spoken worse about. And she did know she'd finally gotten a bit of what she'd wanted and with a smug smile, bit into her food and watched Levi with amused and flickering hazel eyes. 

Rose

    Rose had screamed into her pillow, to say the least, releasing ever bad emotion she was feeling, but staying in her room. She bet she'd get in trouble with Carolyn for not coming back down for dinner; but Rose had absolutely no appetite and wondered if she'd ever be able to have one ever again. Thank God they hadn't been naked, she thought, but anger still gripped her and she seemingly couldn't let it all go. So instead of joint them all, and be forced to look at the two people she would rather not see at that moment, she moved to her window sill to sit atop the comfy pillows there, jerking Peter Pan from her book shelf as she passed and plopping down to read it and hopefully get her mind of off of things. 

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Levi Anderson ; ;
After dinner, the Palchak’s said goodbye to the Smith’s. Zoey was bouncing all over Holland, thankfully, so Levi kept his distance. Only a shared glance and phone number was exchanged silently, and privately. When that was said and done, Levi watched Marco, Harry, Aaron, and Zoey take over the television for a game of Call of Duty before Marco had to go home; his mother would be picking him up in fifteen minutes.
Quietly, Levi slipped out of the room, only glancing at Jane with a blink. Sure, he could talk to her, what would he say? Nearly fucked the guest? Rose walked in on them? He was guilty? His life? No, he wasn’t ready for that yet. Levi wanted to swallow it down because he knew it was a life he wished to forget, but had popping up recently much to his displeasure.
Blinking, Levi walked towards Rose’s room and knew what he had to do. Without even bothering to knock, Levi stormed into the area and crossed his arm, the door hitting the wall and then closing shut behind him. An impassive expression once again in place, but waves of frustration towards both him, Rose, and Holland were emitting. Instead of looking at the blonde he lived it, Levi glared at the floor quietly.

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Rose

    Rose flinched when her door was thrown open, but didn't look up from her book to see who it was, though she could guess just by the familiar smell of him that was so familiar to her. Some strands of her hair slipped off of her shoulders as she hunched over the read the book in her curled up legs, laying against some pillows, uttering silent. The air was heavy with awkwardness, and Levi's anger, but Rose refused to speak. 

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Levi Anderson ; ;
So, Levi was the first to speak. “What the actual fuck was that earlier? It is my room, you shitty brat, you can respect it and knock for once.” The boy growled, standing firm, watching Rose closely. He felt guilty, but then there was the frustration he had pent up. The guilt he had to unleash. It was terrifying, inside Levi was shaking and begging for it all to be a one-time thing. Yet, he knew that he would be summoned or pulled away by Holland and once again he would be wrapped around her finger.
It angered him more that his rage was coming on Rose, innocent, naïve, no knowledge of the life Levi lived and yet still was able to be a major impact on changing him.
God, he hated himself so much.
His fingers drew circles on his bare arm, around a scar he had acquired when he was six and in a car crash. Maybe it was nervousness and guilt flashing through his gaze, but Rose didn’t look up to see it in time.

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Rose

    Rose couldn't help but let out a laugh, rolling her eyes and scanning over her book again. "Maybe if you talked to me like a regular fucking human being, I'll answer your stupid question," she said, knowing fully well the way he was speaking to her was out of his anger. But it wasn't her fault, at least she told herself. He'd kissed her new friend, in their house, right before dinner. She wasn't crazy for being angry with him, was she? And was it horrible of her to ask him to respect her before she lost all of her 'lady like-ness' and flipped out on him? She didn't think so. But then again, this was Levi, who hadn't said a sweet or semi-nice thing to her since he'd moved in. Taking in a deep breath, she realized how heavy her chest felt. He did this to her, almost every time they fought. Which was a lot. Back then, it was all just fun and games, maybe even for the spite of it. But now Rose just felt tired of it. Tired of fighting, tired of being yelled at by him and her only option of defeat was yelling back. Tired of wishing they had somewhat a good relationship so she might have someone in this house to talk to, to listen to. But instead she'd walked in on him, caused this big hoopla, and made everything 100% worse than ever before. She could just feel it in the air between them. 


    "God you're an ass," she muttered. Just by the way he was standing, so rigid and angry. He had no right to be mad with her! Why was it always her damn fault to him? Why did he blame everything on her?

    Why did she want to hug him instead of fight some times?

    But not now. Not after what she'd just seen. She didn't want to be anywhere near him. Didn't want one inch of him passed her doorway. Turning so that her legs dangled over the side of the sill, pushing off a few of the comfy pillows, she shoved her stupid hair behind her ear angrily and glared at him. "Why the hell were you kissing my new friend in there, huh? Or any girl at all?" she asked. "And why in God's name was it before dinner, when we had company over? So that when Carolyn asked me to come get your sorry ass, I had the excuse to walk in there. Of course, I never dreamed!" she threw up her hands, smiling ironically at the ceiling but eyebrows quickly pinching down to show her frustration once more. "Dreamed of finding you in there. But hell," she leaned back, grabbing for her book. "Why should I be mad, right? That's what you're going to say to me, isn't it?" she growled and put the book down again. 

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Levi Anderson ; ;
“You don’t know my life.” Levi pointed out. “Not one of you goddamned kids know my life, what the fuck I do, who I fuck. And it’s none of your shitty-ass business to know and care.” He growled, throwing his own anger onto the girl. Blue-grey eyes still burning daggers into the floor.
“You fucking grew up here, unlike Zoey, Harry, Aaron, Farlan, Annie, and them you don’t know a goddamn thing about being abandoned and betrayed,” he seethed. “Why the actual fuck are you mad? You walked into my room. You could have fucking knocked and made yourself known!” His palms were red raw once again; a bit of blood prickling where his nails dug into skin.
“I can kiss who I want, you know for a fact.” He evened his voice out, finally looking up with his scarily calm expression.
“And you don’t have the respect to hear a goddamn reason why. At least you noticed this, you’re pretty damn oblivious when it comes to the life of us. Oh so special child who grew up here.”
There was gnawing and aching at his chest, sure, Levi was mutual towards the girl. She was a sibling to him, if a robber were to gun them down even in his rage Levi would take the bullet. But she was a girl who could piss him off in an instant, making Levi question why. His life would be meticulous, sure Zoey brightened it up and Jane was the obvious good child. Harry was perfect, Aaron was growing up to be Mr. Future President, Farlan was calm, Annie would copy anyone, Mei was quiet and good. Rose, she pushed his buttons to the point where…
Levi would be bored without her.
Yet his pride and anger would never let that cool though boil to the surface, heat rises, bringing the fury with it.