think I'm about to fall, deeper and deeper || skye

[mason frederick george]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=width,500,true] Just a beautiful liar; Family. To most, their influence only really restrained them during their childhoods, whilst they were under the roofs of their doting parents, guardians or carers. Your life was what you made it; you could go wherever as long as it was realistic for a child or teenager of your age, the times were appropriate and if you were going with people who you knew and trusted if the place was new and unknown to your adventurous mind. The world was your oyster, as long as the pocket money, spends or your allowance, whatever you called it, could pay for you bus fare there and back, and for any cuts and grazes on the way. You were allowed to make your own mistakes and learn from them the way other animals have and still do; by experiencing the consequences of the malfunctions that you create by bad judgement. You are given time to become you. Your own person. But take a case where the funds are almost endless. Most people dream of having rich parents, or a huge home, with whatever they desire inside. A 130 inch tv? A full basketball court, fitted with a team of players who'll accompany you whenever you want to shoot hoops? Mason had all of that. Turned out the almost endless amount of cash did the opposite for the youngster; Freddie George was no idiot you see. He could tell the child Theresa had given birth too had way too many similarities to his younger, brash self. Given a few inches, he'd run a marathon and a half. They couldn't risk losing a successor. Life became a bubble; they controlled who he socialised with, subtly - he went to only the most prestigious schools, filled with the children of other wealthy people, making sure that whenever functions were done, they pushed the children of the longest surviving firms, such as the rather metrosexual looking Del Torre child, and Clarissa towards him, as contacts for the future. Body guards and CCTV littered the home like flies. Perhaps that was what drove him to being so... Rebellious. He grew tired of the same faces, the lack of true emotion. He began to rebel. One school to another, one country to another. Even though he felt like things were going his own way, they made sure he was never too far away. As the eldest boy, they had to. Mason's rebellious nature wasn't what they wanted to represent the George hotel chain, but his tenacity was something that would keep the line going, if not expanding further. The boy knew to keep the extravagant life he had lived all his life doing, he would have to get back into his parents good books, knowing little Sammy behind him was a much better candidate. The revelation of their hidden brother Steele kicked his butt into gear - made him realise that this wasn't a game that he could half heartedly commit to. Owning the largest percentage of the company would keep him going until the day he died, would mean that life for his children, which he decided he would one day have to show his father up, would be everything they could ever imagine. There was just one problem. He had to settle down. It wasn't a good image, being a CEO to a hotel business and acting like you were Hugh Hefner. Contacts would think you were a joke. Mason sighed, looking into the eyes of the dirty blonde haired girl in front of him, pulling the wrapping away from the red velvet cake he had bought at the front desk. And there was only one girl really for the job. Like it or not, it was Clarissa. Somehow, she had wriggled her way into his mother's cracked and abused little heart. The girl was rich too - her father had contacts all over the world, many of which could help the family business. It wasn't going to be as easy as just asking her out, either. It had to be more serious, to show his commitment. He wasn't going to lose to anyone. Especially not his brother. Pinching a fondant daisy from the top of the icing mountain on her own cupcake, Mase playfully put it into his mouth, before his face fell. He had to tell her, as much as it tore at his heartstrings. This was more important than his so called feelings for the girl, you see. Feelings in his case were usually temporary, after all. "So..."

[/color] the man began, looking for the right words to say,

"I'm marrying her."[/color]
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[skylar]

i'll be a miracle in a costume

TAGGED: SKYSON ! <3 WORDS: 810 OUTFIT: www.polyvore.com/untitled_21/set?id=98099932 FACE <3 NOTES: YOU'RE HURTING MY BABY.

[atrb=border,0,true] Growing up, people are usually taught some values. Opening doors for strangers who are older than you, being polite to people when they deserved it, finishing your greens before moving onto dessert. Growing up in these circumstances made life easy compared to the hardships her parents had faced as children. The younger generation of their time was to be seen and not heard from, and only spoke to adults if it had been of the elder’s accord. Nowadays, Kids were bounding up and down the streets tugging on their parents arms, demanding this and that – whatever they could get away with, they would. Skye remembered growing up, that if she was ever to badmouth her parents she’d get bent over and the back of her legs would be welted for hours from the whipping of a belt – metal buckle and all. It had taught her from a very young age that disrespect was a huge ‘no-no’ as her mother used to call it. As she grew older, her inhibitions and values seemed to all but go down the drain. At school, it wouldn’t be below her to bully a girl into doing what she wanted, and pressuring whoever she needed to in order to get what she wanted. This was all after the horrific accident that had taken her darling sisters life of course, so teachers and the sorts threw a blind eye to her antics and let her be, knowing it was just a way she was to deal with grief over the death of her sister. It was funny, everyone had always said it was just a defence mechanism and that soon enough she would be back to her old self, but it never happened. Her life became easier and easier if she was just mean to people who didn’t offer her anything – and she was constantly trying to find more ways to get herself bettered, to be favoured more over other people. It was a horrible way to live, really, but it got her by. College? It had semi-changed Skye’s view on the world, but only slightly. Many of the people that littered the campus were not in any way worth Skylar Valentines time, and from the moment she first set foot on campus she had decided that living by her own set of rules and no one elses was the best way to live. The one and only thing that had changed that way of thinking for the young blonde was the man sitting across from her; those mahogany eyes settling onto her own elegant features, and she felt unnerved, a rare emotion for the usually head-strong and confident woman. The two had grown close over the time they’d been here, closer than either of them had anticipated. It was like those stupid TV shows that Skye watched with her sister when they were young – the girl fell for the guy who would never look her way. They had agreed to a platonically sexual relationship, where the two could be involved with each other without the emotional connection. As every other girl who’d ever been with the infamous Mason George, Skylar had been a very unlikely victim to heartache. She was infamous under her own rite, the College resident slut. Now? The only person she wanted to be crawling into bed with every night was the man who had just stolen the delicate little icing flower from her cupcake. Bastard. An unamused look fell onto her face as he looked up at her with light heartedness. Of course, he felt the need to steal the best bit of the cupcake. Sticking her finger rather rudely into the middle of his portion of cake, she stuck the now chocolate covered finger into her mouth, her own kind of revenge for the disappearing icing flower. ”You know the flower is my favourite part right?” She grinned. Before she could have much fun here with him, a sentence that Skye never thought would come out of this mans mouth did, and she just about dropped her cupcake from her hand. Before her arrival, here to meet Mase, she had thought about possible confessing everything she should have weeks ago, but now? What was she supposed to say? It’d be rude to say she was unhappy, but he could probably tell that already by the drop of her face and shocked look covering her face. Nodding a little, she tried to comprehend all of this. Skye was about to lose the one person she could actually tolerate being around for more than a few days to some scabby girl his parents had pressured him into marrying, and she was expected to be happy about that? ”Uh.” She muttered before deciding that she wasn’t going to ruin things. Looking up, she smiled. ”I’m happy for you.” she lied.

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[mason frederick george]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=width,500,true] Just a beautiful liar; Marzipan. It was such an odd icing - well, not even icing in all honesty, a cheese, which few knew of. But it tasted great. Perhaps that was one of the reasons he took Skye's edible embellishment with what could have been mistaken for a smile on his lips. Perhaps it was to take away from the obvious change in demeanour that he was displaying. When Mason George was perfectly honest, you could easily distinguish the facade people called his poker face that he had spent years upon years perfecting, from his true emotions, that he kept more to himself - he couldn't trust the people who he'd grown up around, who would betray each other for the wave of a chequebook. A weak attempt at a grin in response to his friend's comment, the twenty one year old sighed before popping the sweet culinary ornament into his mouth, expecting the pleasant taste of sugar to bring the smile back onto his face. It backfired. The firm fondant icing was too sweet, almost. Instead of being moorish, it put him off eating it. Looking up to look at Skye's reaction, his eyes soon found theirselves directed at his own cake, which a preened, malicious French manicured finger found it's way into the large chocolate excuse they had for icing, which brought a bemused half smile onto his face. It still didn't take away from the fact that he was doing something so big. Heck, the way things were going, the same cake eating situation could happen again, except with another, more voluptuous blonde, while his parents looked at their son with little pride left. Swallow. That didn't sound anywhere near as fun. The bomb dropped, and the forced smile on his face fell; he couldn't keep the act up. It was too hard on him, you see. However, things didn't seem that way to the blonde opposite him. The same old blue hued eyes, filled with that malicious fun that the three of them (I'm including Mack here) loved to play around with. Perhaps it was that silly feeling in his stomach that made him feel ever so slightly better about this whole... Marriage thing. Knowing that after this, they'd still be able to contact each other, bitch together; be the friends that they were before. And with the family move to California from NYC, he was bound to see the golden haired Jezebel around town. Problem? Well, in the words of Drake, Nothing Was The Same. Clarissa around would mean he would be under lock and key. His purpose in the household would be learning how to run the business and the family. He may even have to drop out of college. The thought brought a chill to his muscles, rattling his bones. Sighing, he took a sip from the rest of the Strawberry Lemonade cooler that he had left from their trip to Starbucks before this, before shrugging his shoulders. "I can't really escape it. With that blonde brother of mine, it's kinda... necessary."

[/color] Maroon eyes relocated their focus to outside, trying to conceal the feelings. The flutter he got when she broke into that mischievous smile of hers. The laugh she did when he told her about his life. Catching feelings even though there was a policy, Mase? Isn't that against... Well, everything you've ever said? He sighed again, one hand cradling the other, it's fingers wrapped around the artificial plastic cup.

"I mean... Clari's a bitch and all. And yeah, she treats people like trash. But marriage is temporary, right? I'll just pull a Kardashian hat trick and divorce her in weeks. You don't sound too happy for me, by the way. Don't worry; everything will stay the same between us, Skye. I'm still your sexual beanbag.

I think.

...

So. Could you come with me? I need to pick a ring out. Texas girls aren't cheap."[/color]
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[skylar]

i'll be a miracle in a costume

TAGGED: SKYSON ! <3 WORDS: 1211 OUTFIT: www.polyvore.com/untitled_21/set?id=98099932 FACE <3 NOTES: oh shit nigga

[atrb=border,0,true] The closest thing to love that Skye had ever felt was towards her twin sister. Sure, it was a temporary love because the two would fight more than anything, and her sister was six feet under the ground in California, but hey, it was love, right? Skye never really considered what she felt towards her parents as love, it was just a tolerance for the two people who put her on this planet and looked after her somewhat while she was in their care. Now she was legally able to do anything she wanted as an adult, her parents had given up on caring what their daughter did and whether or not she ended up found face down in her own vomit after an over-dose on pills or something. Going down that road wasn't what she wanted though, even if it would secretly please a whole lot of people on campus and out of College as well - unfortunately for those people, this woman wouldn't give them the satisfaction of giving up so easily. High school had been like this, and it hurt a lot more since the wounds were still fresh from her sisters sudden passing, and yet students didn't seem to give a damn about that, it was an easy target to pick on the girl who had just lost her twin. And people wondered why she was such a bitch. Her attitude had of course changed since then, like any normal teenaged girl would. Skye had developed more of a sense of belonging in where she was - having friends was something she never thought would happen in a thousand years, or not at least until she graduated College and moved on to bigger things in life that would actually pose some value to the girl. It was funny how she'd gone from head bitch with not a friend in the world to someone who could actually hold a conversation with a bunch of people without insulting all of them until they cried or something. Her relationships with men had also calmed down a fair bit - or maybe she was just becoming a little too picky in the field. The gossip girl did a good job of scoping out all the most eligible bachelors in town, but all of their lives seemed to dull in comparison to a man she'd been in and out of love with for quite a while. It didn't help that their table talk today consisted of marrying another woman - a woman that Skye would not hesitate in burying if it came to it. Hell, just the thought of Mason, her dear mason, marrying someone who wasn't herself made her sick to her stomach. It was her own fault, really. Mason was still oblivious to her feelings towards her best friend, and now that he'd let the cat out of the bag, Skye would have to leave her intentions to rest and shove all feelings to the back of her mind, for Mason's sake. His parents would be eyeing off any other woman in the way of their son's fairy tale wedding to that big boobed bimbo they'd chosen, who couldn't even tie her own fucking shoelaces without an instructions manual. Rage boiled inside of the blonde like a kettle reaching its point, but that was all behind a very trained face of Skylar Valentine, who never let anyone past her walls if she didn't want them there. Mason had already gotten past all of them of course, but now that he'd broken the news to her, she wasn't planning on sticking around to smell the sickly sweet roses he'd have planned out for Clarissa. Maybe she'd been lying about her sister being the closest thing she'd ever felt to love. Her stomach hurt, as if she was sick, and her head buzzed annoyingly and it was almost like her heart was skipping out of beat. The pain was familiar to what she had felt when she lost her sister, but different. There had been no choice when it came to her sister leaving her life - Mason was choosing to walk out of her life and go be with someone else, that was where the real hurt was coming from. Skye couldn't do anything to stop him, this whole plan was probably thought out by his parents in hopes to get him into a committed relationship and settled down before one of them hit the deck and he was left with all of the responsibility of a company that he'd never run before -the looming sight of his brother was also something that would be urging him to settle too, so he seemed to be more eligible to his father as someone who could take on the role of CEO at such a young age. Skye could understand the circumstances, but that didn't mean she wanted to agree with them, not at all. Love was a funny thing really, Skye never thought she would ever need that particular emotion in her life to function properly, and now she understood why. It hurt too much to love someone, knowing there would always be an inevitable end to the relationship. Skye finally decided to pipe up, knowing Mase would be curious as to her opinion on the entire matter. "Clarissa finally gets what she wants." She said, swirling her straw around the rim of the fruit smoothie she'd ordered before, trying not to show Mason how truly hurt she was by all of this. Swallowing the huge lump in her throat, she looked up to Mase with a perked brow. Pulling a Kardashian was something that only Mase would find amusing. It was something his parents would never let happen, which scared her even more - it was a permanent thing for Mason, he'd soon be married and tied down by the spawn of satan, and even though he said things would only be temporary, she knew he was saying it to save his own skin from letting her know the real truth. "I am happy for you, Mase. As long as you're happy." Another faked smile, a little duller than the previous, but still evident. When he mentioned going shopping for rings, it wasn't like she couldn't comply - he'd figure out something was wrong if she did. Nodding a little and biting into her cupcake, she tried to smile. At least she could pick out something for him and have an input into this ridiculous wedding bullshit. "As long as I can be the dummy and feel like you're buying me expensive jewellery, sure." Skye winked, feeling like she might as well lighten up a bit, no one liked a sulk.

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[mason frederick george]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=width,500,true] Just a beautiful liar; This putting a front on thing was so difficult to do in front of someone he trusted with his emotions. Skye was pretty much the only person he could pour his feelings to well and truly, now that Mack had his girlfriend Katrina and the pair of them spent too much time frolicking through metaphorical fields of flowers, grass and mountains far off in the distance that he was pretty sure that Mack had forgotten he existed. He sighed as he heard her words, nodding. Of course she got what she wanted. It was the way of the world, you see - Clarissa Stewart always found a way around things. Somehow, the pinkie finger he thought he had wiped himself clean off had found a way to claim him as her own all over again. Must have been his mother's work. Girls were clever that way. He looked up at Skye, brown eyes analysing her reaction still, after his own little out of character outburst. She was acting so strangely; at least from a best friend standpoint - she knew their history, how the blonde broke his heart years before - female intuition would have let her know that itself was the sole reason for his womanising attitude throughout high school and his first years at college. But the way she was looking down at her mango or whatever smoothie that she had ordered earlier with such nonchalance - it made it seem like, even though at first it was a completely popularity-fuelled friendship, like it were non-existent in the first place. And guess what - it broke his little heart. Again. He'd told himself in the past that letting people in only led to this. His family were the first ones to do this, throwing him over the Atlantic Ocean when he was merely 13 to go to some boarding school he knew next to no-one in. He attempted to laugh at her little joke, the delay standing like an elephant in the room. For once, he couldn't think of a comeback. The famous Mason George, unable to come up with a single phrase that would shatter the opposition's argument? It was practically unheard of. Maybe that would give you more insight as to how weird his behaviour was to someone who knew him, you see. As soon as he came up with an utterance, the blonde spoke up, giving him the opportunity to take a bite out of his chocolate cupcake. An eyebrow rose in response. Well two. Slightly furrowed. Of course he was filled with doubt, and even though he was hurt that she wasn't fighting for them or anything (as if they were in anything near as exclusive as a relationship) there was a twisted part of him that was happy that she was almost supporting him, half hearted statement and all. Bringing out the million dollar smile that made him famous on campus, the ex-playboy stood up, holding his arm out in a fabulously chummy "we're off to see the Wizard" way, leading the girl off towards his car. The journey was short, luckily, so there was no worry about awkward pauses really - they were only going by car to preserve poor Skye's little legs in the ridiculous heels she forever insisted on wearing, despite on her well endowed height and figure. "We're here, loser. This one has the biggest rocks."

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Creams and whites - classic wedding colours. The current banes of his life were the colour scheme of the store. He walked in, looking a little irritable with his odd mestizo of emotions, Skye hopefully following in behind him, flashed his credit card to rather familiar faces and bam - the biggest and most exclusive collection of rings, watches and necklaces were in his grasp. The manager - Sebastién, or whatever it was, smiled at him with one of those "all too keen, all too kind smiles" that almost made you feel uncomfortable, happy to see that he may just sell thrice the cost of a middle class family's home in black diamonds. The tall brunette smiled in response to the owner after he recognised him from an advert in the past, before motioning to a particular ring and necklace set.

It was huge, yet simplistic. Alright, that was a lie. Square based, with a large, 5 carat white diamond ring as the centre piece, set in thin, yet dear platinum, for long lasting wear. Oh going to jewellery shops amused him, reminded him of the days he spent with his mother years ago. He grinned. It was nice, but the matching pendant? That wouldn't be best for a woman with cleavage like Clarissa. It would draw too much attention from people he didn't want it from. After a moment, he shook his head.

"I can't take this, it's not right for my girlfr..."[/color]

He gave him a perplexed response, his Belgian accent mixed with a slight stutter. "Non, non, can't you see that it is parfait? The shape suits every person. I think it would go nicely."

Blunt he had to be. "No seriously, she's got big boobs, the pendant would get lost,"[/color]

Trust me, it'll look good on your girl, blondes suit everything. Deep blue eyes reassured the young Englishman as they clasped around the ring, sliding it onto the lithe finger of Skye with a satisfied smile. Misunderstandings.

But one that somehow made his heart flutter.
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[skylar]

i'll be a miracle in a costume

TAGGED: SKYSON ! <3 WORDS: 1211 OUTFIT: www.polyvore.com/untitled_21/set?id=98099932 FACE <3 NOTES: oh shit nigga

[atrb=border,0,true] Although Skylar wanted to put all of her negative energy away out of Mason's reach in order to show him that she could possibly live without the man in her life, she decided that being angry was something she should be allowed at least once before he settled down with the she-demon and she popped out a few kids and lost her figure. Hey, maybe all wasn't bad in the future, she'd have a 40 year old body by 30 and Skye would still look a million dollars and have her vagina intact, Clarissa wouldn't be so happy after she's popped out a few babies and had crows feet from here to the other side of the world. Mason would still be stuck with her though - Skye was trying already to conjure up ways that she could stop this stupid plan of marrying some woman who held all of her brains in her tits, because what else did she have to offer? Skye saw nothing in that woman, so why did Mason? It was stupid and Skye would be putting an end to this as soon as she figured out how she would. Step one: Show Mason how much better you are at everything - including existing - than the blonde bimbo he planned on tying the knot with. It was already in motion, wasn't it? Skye was the one he'd chosen to take wedding ring shopping for her, so maybe he'd wake up to himself and realise the real prize was standing right in front of him, doe eyes batting obviously. If things did work out between Rissa and Mason, she'd have no choice but to cut him out of her life completely in order to show him she was pissed. There was no way that she would ever agree to the marriage of Rissa and Mason,and he would have to try real damn hard to get her forgiveness for the shit he was putting the poor girl through - mind you, Skye wouldn't put up with anything like this with anyone else in her life, and Mason was really pushing it to the limits with this marriage thing, Skye didn't like commitment to anything for a long time, which was why she was constantly changing up her friends - or whatever they were called these days in college, it was basically just high school all over again in a new environment with people who were supposed to be grown adults and were expected to have been over this stupid 'gossip' phase of their life and moved on to bigger and brighter things. Bigger and brighter were not in most of the brains of these stupid campus rats. Skye couldn't understand the population at King Protea, they seemed to all thrive on drama. Mind you, this drama between her and Mason wasn't important to other people, since all they cared about was whether or not Mason - the stud of San Francisco - would be single or tied down to a woman. It was no secret, Mason and Skye had been 'something' - it wasn't official, but it wasn't like either of them wanted to be in anyone's bed's but each others. It was a stab in the heart for the dirty blonde haired girl, feeling like she was put second in Mason's heart. Looking up into those calm and collected eyes that she had fallen for over the past few months. She wanted him all to herself, and she would be damned if she was stripped from this right just because of some girl - who she had decided didn't even deserve to be recognised with a name because of her womanly betrayal. It was girl code, stepping on someones toes was something that simply wasn't done. And yet, here she was at a jewellery store trying on rings for a woman who mason planned on marrying. The man on the other side of the counter seemed to be under a different impression of who exactly Mason was buying for, and it caused her stomach to flutter as she looked down at the rock on her finger. Looking to the other extensive ranges of rings, she stopped by another row of rings, less 'huge' looking and the diamonds not so pronounced. It was beautiful, and Skye could imagine herself in it. Lost in a sea of her own thoughts, she'd slipped off the other one and the shop manager had already slipped the other one onto her finger, and she sighed absently as she looked at its beauty."Its beautiful." She whispered, before pulling out of her little trance.Skylar looked up at Mason, a blush over her cheeks before she realised something - this wasn't for her. It was for Clarissa. Putting both rings down on the counter and pursing her lips, she tried to keep her mind focused, but her bottom lip quivered in a disagreeing manner. If there was something Skylar Valentine never did, it was cry. Walking out of the store and feeling like she couldn't breath, her back felt the wall behind her, and she covered her face with her hands, feeling like an idiot. He couldn't do this, it wasn't fair.

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[mason frederick george]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=width,500,true] Just a beautiful liar; Inhale. Exhale. That moment Mr George had to remind himself to breathe as his eyes remained focus on the dainty hand in front of him, the shining ring on her finger capturing his attention. It was a beautiful ring, wasn't it? So shiny, refracting the white light that shone from above them into as many different colours as the human retina could recognise, shimmering with bold confidence. It wa definitely a George-like ring; heck, a Clarissa-esque ring, happy to be a cut above the rest, sitting on a metaphorical pedestal 14 foot higher than the others. That worker must have known his father especially well to know the weakness for large jewels. It was perfect on the hand in front of him, complementing neat French tipped nails, simple decadence. It was funny; he was happily forking out for a girl he supposedly hated. When something was just that attractive, you didn't say no... In fact, it took him a while to realise that the wearer of the ring wasn't his blonde tormentor who loved strutting around in her Louboutins. He wondered why there was a lack of the cold thoughts, like the ones he gave her when her piercing blue eyes were on his, filled with that icy mischief he fell for years ago. No, it was different. His eyes travelled upwards slowly, evaluating the model he had brought with him. The bouncy dirty blonde hair that was darker during these winter months, cascading down her back with Degas precision. The bow-shaped lips, pink, soft between his, on his skin. And then those eyes. A similar blue, but one that made you want to find out more about her. The mystery around her drew him in, made him want to know more those years ago. He seemed to get lost in them somehow, wonder how she could be such a twisted little ho, whilst keeping it classy. But that somehow turned into something more. Lord knows why feelings are so easy to "catch", as if they were a virus. Made you feel all sickly sweet, vulnerable. Perhaps that's what made the months where they fucked for sport difficult - whilst he had the emotional connection, she didn't. No feelings allowed. The time of bottling up the emotions only amplified them. So seeing what seemed like a miracle, his dream girl wearing his ring, triggered that mushy, cute side to him that he kept hidden for the sake of his reputation of head bitch. The space between them somehow narrowed, the light fragrance of the new Flowerbomb perfume she was wearing flirting with him. She was acting all weird, all of a sudden. Her lip quivered with uncertainty, her cerulean hued eyes welling up, the rings offered to her to try on laying on the table in front of her. A twirl on her heels and she was out. Mason rose a brow, turning to Mr Francais with an apologetic face, walking out behind her. Was she... Crying? It wasn't what people like her did at all - the girl's usual upright, strong personality had been swapped with another, the tears rolling down her cheeks. And for once, he didn't have much to say. "...Skye?" the twenty one year old called out, not wanting to get too close. "A... Are you okay?

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He'd never been too good with tears. Ever since her saw them in his mother's doting eyes.
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[skylar]

i'll be a miracle in a costume

TAGGED: SKYSON ! <3 WORDS: 1211 OUTFIT: www.polyvore.com/untitled_21/set?id=98099932 FACE <3 NOTES: oh shit nigga

[atrb=border,0,true] If it were anyone else in Skylar's position, they'd be glad that he was finally settling down - on a friends level, skylar should have been jumping up and down in happiness when he dropped the bomb that he'd be putting a ring on someones finger. Instead, Skye was the furthest from happy. Commitment was something that had never pulled on the blondes heart strings - staying in a club at school for more than 6 weeks was the closest thing that Skye could relate to as far as being committed went. Her parents had never forced her to stick to any particular sport or activity that she tried out as a child, so the habit had obviously stuck as the girl got older. Throwing away old toys never had much emotional scarring to Skylar, she knew that if she got too attached to someone or something they would eventually leave - her sister was her life, and when she was ripped out of her clutches, life seemed to be broken and torn up. Her mother cried every night for years after her death, and Skye didn't have enough strength to ask her what was wrong without breaking down herself. Sooner or later - skye cant recall when it happened - her feelings just stopped hurting her. Whenever she was supposed to be sad or upset, the weird pang in her stomach just boiled with rage instead of sadness. When her parents split up, she didn't shed one tear for either of them. Moving from house to house was painful and annoying, but the girl saw it as a challenge. could she cope with the boxes in her room never being emptied because she was scared that she'd wake up one morning and have a short amount of time to pile all of her belongings back into the boot of a car and onto the next house? Yes. the girl adapted to the changes her parents forced her to go through, and even after all the years of apologies and 'sorry' flowers for her birthday, she still hadn't forgiven them for their weakness during her teen years. Now she was old enough to fend for herself, she almost thanked her sister for passing away, it made her a whole lot stronger. In another world, Skylar might have been the girl next door that boys from around town would flock to with flowers and fawn over those big blue eyes. Her father would jokingly pull out the shot gun and she would attend double dates on the arm of her sister and her boyfriend - life would be happy, simple and enjoyable. It would have been a nice way to spend her teenage years, but barely anyone got what they wanted in this generation anyway, so why not make the best of what you have now and not complain? Skye was no where close to being worse off than other people, her hands were always painted or done by a tiny asian woman down by the corner shop she always visited, her jeep cooed in every parking lot that she drove into and her luis vuitton bag seemed to shine in any weather, other girls eyes not being able to rake their eyes off her merchandise. This was the same whenever she was on the arm of the infamous Mason George. He was a game to be won, and she'd assumed that after the past few months, she'd tied him down enough that she wouldn't have to worry about other women eyeing him off. Everyone in San Francisco knew better than to mess with Skylar Valentine when she had her eyes on someone. Well, most people. The look she gave to the man across from her was one of sadness before she turned, letting the two rings fall a short drop to the glasswork on the cabinet infront of the trio who were previously admiring the rings on the slender digits of the girl. Giving up was never something that Skye would resort to, but with the confrontation of the many beautiful rings in front of her and knowing that the man she was in love with was indeed buying one - and not for her - was devastating. Sure, it might've been a personal win for the blown up doll knowing she was getting the one person Skye could have seen herself with for the rest of her miserable life, and if she could have seen Skye's little breakdown she probably would have left it for until she had escaped the situation with Mason and was in the privacy of her own home, but the tears seemed to continue to keep rolling even after she had left the building. She was embarrassed beyond belief that Mason had to be there to witness the girl cry, but at that point in time she didn't care. If she was going to lose the man she loved to a girl she hated, she was allowing herself the sadness of crying about it. The girl tried to inhale a few deep breaths and calm herself down, her entire body shaking as she looked to the ground, slowing being dotted with tears from her cheeks. She hoped to god her mascara was as waterproof as it said it was. Skye wasn't out there for long until the tall English man loped outside, seeking out the weak girl crumpled in the corner. It was odd, seeing such a strong and sarcastic girl look so weak. Looking up from the pavement, she met eyes with the man and bit her lip, attempting to keep her lip from quivering like it had in the store. Without a word, she folded herself in his arms, her head resting just below his shoulder, just like old times, except she wasn't in tears and shaking as if it were winter and it was minus 20 degrees. Wrapping her slender arms around him she calmed herself down, breathing in the scent of him was beginning to only upset her more. He wasn't hers anymore, he was someone else's. "Mason I'm sorry for being a twat and crying and.." She sniffed and wiped under her eyes carefully. "I refuse to be happy-go-lucky about all of this." Sniffling again, she couldn't help but feel more and more pathetic as the words fell from her mouth. "I don't want the man I love marrying someone like that." She looked up at him, staring into those eyes of his and waiting. Skylar wasn't afraid of loving Mason, she was afraid of him not loving her back.

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