BABY, I SEE YOU THERE

[ciaran cassidy corbett]

“I’m beautiful in my way coz God makes noooo mistakes!!” Cass sang the song as he walked down the hallways ignoring the few weird looks he was getting from it. He was no musician and certainly his ability to doodle with his closed eyes was way better than his singing abilities but at least the right sentiment was there. He moved his hips near the lockers and even sang a verse to a random girl who was waiting for a friend outside the bathroom. Obviously it was a good day. He was done with classes for the day and all in all it had been a good week. Plus, he had a party to go to leater that day so he honestly couldn’t complain about anything. Stopping in front of his own locker Cass pulled off the headphones which continued playing the Lady Gaga song so loudly that a person a few feet away would be able to listen to the soft sound of the high pitched voice from the singer. Cass didn’t even like Lady Gaga that much, he just liked the tune and it was great to dance to when the mood strike him, like right now.

3-2-1, a combination easy enough to remember. Cass opened the metal door and threw inside most of his books leaving only a sketch notebook and a case with pencils and other assorted things inside his messenger bag. The plans for the afternoon weren’t as set as the plans for tonight but that didn’t let him put a frown up. Cass was still a first year in here and there were a lot of people he had yet to meet. Being the little social bee he was, Cass was determined to at least hear each and every person’s name at least once. It didn’t matter if he would be able to remember them or not, at least he would be able to say he heard them at some point. He also wanted to take a small trip down to where the dancing studio was; Cass heard there were a few hot chicks and dudes there and it was his duty as friendly neighborhood ho’ to take a look around.

Shutting the door close Cass turned to look around. It was still hard to believe he was in such a prestigious school. Being the little mess he was he expected to be turned down and have a few doors slapped on his face but apparently he was on a lucky strike. Ready to pop the music back on his ears he threw the bag across his chest and began walking down the hallway again. Before he could get much father though a tint of blonde caught his attention. Instead of having his eyes graced with a hot girl like he expected to, Cass found himself surprised by a face that was way too familiar. He wasn’t the type to follow gossip or those cheesy teen magazines but some things were just like… national news and you heard them whether you liked them or not. Some of those news, or a lot of them, concerned the daughter of the Prime Minister and oh lucky Cass… there she was. Is first and foremost reaction was surprise. He did expect to find other people from the UK in here but certainly not the prime minister’s daughter. Any intelligent person would’ve turned around and dismissed the thought as it was common sense and common knowledge that you don’t exactly mess with such an important person… then again, Cass wasn’t exactly considered intelligent, or prudent, or decent for that matter.

“Oh. My. God… daughter of the prime minister!!!” He said aloud now that he was standing in front of her and with a clear British accent that indicated that he knew what he was talking about. He only was missing a finger pointing at her face to seem even ruder than he already was. “Where is your security? Are they going to like… tackle me for getting too close or something?” He asked a little bit more excited than he really should’ve been. The certainty and security Cass was talking to was a clear show that he wouldn’t even let the girl deny what he was certain of. “Audrey, isn’t it?” Anyone in London would know her face, and obviously Cass wasn’t the exception.

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[audrey emily hathaway]

i need another story , something to get

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OFF MY CHEST. MY LIFE GETS KINDA BORING, NEED SOMETHING THAT I CAN
CONFESS TIL ALL MY SLEEVES ARE STAINED RED FROM ALL THE TRUTH THAT
IVE SAID. COME BY IT HONESTLY. I SWEAR, THOUGHT YOU SAW ME WINK, NO
IVE BEEN ON THE BRINK. SO TELL ME WHAT YOU WANT TO HEAR. SOMETHING
THAT WILL LIGHT THOSE YEARS. SICK OF ALL THE INSINCERE. SO IM GONNA[/CENTER]

audrey hathaway heard him before she saw him. her fellow musicians had been gossiping about him, saying what a character the new first year was. and he was from england! oh, the accent. audrey had felt a chill up her back when they mentioned he was from her own home country; she could only hope that he didn't know who she was, or that they would never run into each other. he was singing lady gaga's born this way, and his voice was horrible. people were giving him weird looks, while some musicians were laughing their sides off. audrey hathaway didn't even so look at him, but softly sang the lyrics under her breath, i'm on the right track, baby, i was born this way. don't hide yourself in regret... she walked over to her locker, twisting the lock, and grabbed her old worn out notebook and a couple of guitar picks before shutting it. school had been a drag, and there was nothing she wanted to do more than to walk back home and write a couple of more songs before calling it a day. then, she would repeat the cycle over again, adding a couple of phone calls here and there to her mother and father. before she could exit the school, she found herself face-to-face with a rather attractive male. lady gaga's song was blasting out of the headphones, and before she knew it. he spoke out loud the five words that she came here to escape from. daughter of the prime minister.

the french never paid attention to england's politics, and surely no one had recognized her last. even if they did, they kept it quiet and never mentioned it to her face. no one made the connection with prime minister hathaway and audrey hathaway, and surely if they discovered that their last names were similar, most would have thought of it as a coincidence. the chance that the daughter or minister hathaway was attending this prestigious art school in france? one in a million. but here she was, standing in front of a fellow brit who knew who she was. and yelled it out loud to a crowded hallway. a few heads turned, but most of them laughed and turned back away. thinking it was all some sort of big joke. a couple of the kids looked at audrey in shock, clearly wondering if it was true or not. her face turned a bright red, and before she could stop him from speaking any more, he continued to talk about security. she silently cursed the young man under her breath as he said her name. she knew that it was no use denying the whole claim, but she couldn't straight out tell him that she was, indeed, who he thought she was. one of the main reasons why she chose to come here, out of all the places in the world, was because no one would recognize her. and because no one would care what she was wearing, what she was eating, how she looked like at six in the morning, and the stress pimples that appeared on her face when she was worried about something. she came here to escape the media. she wasn't counting on rude young men to barge into her life, point at her face, and advertise to half of the school that the daughter of the prime minister was here.

yeah, it's audrey. she said in a quiet voice, answering his latter question first. her blue eyes scanned at the brunette up and down, before saying in an even quieter voice, no, there's no security here. with those short, simple, eight words, she planned on turning around and going back home. but she realized that that wouldn't be possible. he had attracted too much attention anyways, and seeing that he was a rather talkative folk with little manners, her identity might be revealed to the whole city of paris- attracting cameras from england as well as certain people and countries who actually cared what she was doing. her left hand tightened around one of her guitar picks, as she bit her lip, wondering what the best thing to do in this situation might be. she was a calm, logical, girl, but what she wanted to do most in this situation was to turn back time. but that wasn't possible. the next thing she wanted to do was to put her hand over his mouth, and drag him to a closet, and lock him there. but that wouldn't be proper etiquette, and it would attract more attention than repel it. so she crossed her fingers and hoped that he would say goodbye and walk away.

give all my secrets away . this time ,

[/i][/color][/font]
DONT NEED ANOTHER PEFECT LIE. DONT CARE IF THE CRITICS EVER JUMP
IN LINE. ITS LIKE WERE CHASING ALL THOSE STARS. WHOS DRIVING SHINY
BIG BLACK CARS. AND EVERYDAY I SEE THE NEWS ALL THE PROBLEMS THAT
WE COULD SOLVE. AND WHEN A SITUATION RISES, JUST WRITE IT INTO AN
ALBUM. SINGING STRAIGHT, TOO COLD, I DONT REALLY LIKE MY FLOW, NO,
SO TELL ME WHAT YOU WANT TO HEAR, SOMETHING THAT WILL LIGHT THOSE[/CENTER]

status finished.
tagged cass
word count 799
notes tehe ^^
lyrics secrets- onerepublic
credit dana bear .

[ciaran cassidy corbett]

Like stated before, Cass wasn’t the type to keep up to date with gossip and stuff. The stuff he knew and learned about his country’s affairs was mostly out of the 30 minutes of TV he got every morning while he was trying to wake up, eat breakfast, take a shower and throw some clothes on. He liked to have noise around him and TV was always the perfect solution for that. News were always on during his morning routine so there wasn’t really much he could do to keep himself sheltered from what happened in his fine mother country. It had been during one of those mornings that he learned about the prime minister’s daughter. It had been merely a year before he came to France, and he actually paid attention to the reporter because they flashed a photograph of the girl and Cass thought of her as ‘bang-able’ yeah… so much for manners. After that he had seen a few assorted magazines here and there while waiting for the dentist or heard some friends gossip about it here and there but never really paid much attention to it. To someone like Cass who had been pretty much sucked out of the countryside and into the bustling city of London, someone like Audrey was unreachable. She was the type of people who went to parties that Cass could only wonder what they were about. People like her went to important events, inaugurations, charity shit, museums, and places where Cass would probably never be unless he turned his dream of becoming a famous muralist true. In short, she was the type of person Cass didn’t put a second though on mainly because there was no way in hell he’d ever find her in his path.

Well obviously he was just proving his own logic wrong.

She didn’t seem at all like the few gossips and stuff he actually paid any attention to though. She wasn’t a crazy party girl, or a drama queen, or a junkie… alright some of those rumors were a bit over the board but in fact to Cass she seemed like a pretty normal girl and if he hadn’t seen her face on the newspaper before he would’ve placed his money on her being some random girl from the suburbs. It was still fun as hell! Especially now that he had not-so-politely pointed out her status as semi royalty to a good part of the school. Cass wasn’t as stupid as most people thought he was, and he did notice the instant uneasiness that Audrey took his attitude with. He just HAD to smile in a smug and almost pleased way at Audrey for a second before turning to the curious crowd and waving his hand in a nonchalant way at them. “Pshhhh c’mon, I was just kidding. The Prime minister’s daughter is a brunette anyway.” He shrugged and continued with the act which apparently worked to a certain extent. None of the crowd there came from their country, and indeed French cared little about other country’s affairs. A few shot them a short suspicious look but Cass deemed it nothing to worry about. A few seconds later the hallway was back to its normal chit-chatting mode albeit a little biased towards the scene that just unfolded. Cass was pretty sure they’d forget about it soon enough anyway, despite his short time at the school he had a reputation of being a show off and a jokester which wasn’t a lie at all. He wouldn’t let Audrey off the hook so easily though, and now that he had her in front of her he might as well make the best out of it.

“That one was close eh?” He said as if he hadn’t been the one provoking the entire thing. “C’mon come with me!” He beamed and pretty much took her hand and dragged her out to the courtyard where at least their conversation would die out in the open air and chances of them being heard dwindled down. “Man this is… I don’t even know what it is. You know I had some pretty sexy fantasies with you whenever I saw you on TV?” Because clearly that was what every girl was [dying

[/i] to hear.. not. “I just got one question for you and I swear I’ll leave you alone.” He said with a serious tone of voice, almost raging in the business type, “…What size is the queen’s bra?” of all the things he could ask… [/size][/justify][/blockquote][/blockquote][/center]
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notes --- -le cackle-

[audrey emily hathaway]

i need another story , something to get

[/i][/color][/font]
OFF MY CHEST. MY LIFE GETS KINDA BORING, NEED SOMETHING THAT I CAN
CONFESS TIL ALL MY SLEEVES ARE STAINED RED FROM ALL THE TRUTH THAT
IVE SAID. COME BY IT HONESTLY. I SWEAR, THOUGHT YOU SAW ME WINK, NO
IVE BEEN ON THE BRINK. SO TELL ME WHAT YOU WANT TO HEAR. SOMETHING
THAT WILL LIGHT THOSE YEARS. SICK OF ALL THE INSINCERE. SO IM GONNA[/CENTER]

audrey felt that familiar fear go up and down her spine again. the fear that he would judge her on how she looked this afternoon, what she was saying, how she sounded, and what she was doing. there was also that tiny little fear that someone would snap a picture of her with their camera phone and upload it onto the internet with the title 'OMG AUDREYHATHAWAY IN PARIS' with a little blurb about what she was doing, what she was majoring in, and what kind of person that people thought she was. and with all that publicity and fame came with the price of people hating on the nineteen year old. it was horrible, in her opinion, she didn't want people to know her face or her money or what size her bra was. she was sure that there'd be a couple of lies as well... such as how good she was in bed. too bad she never banged someone before. when in front of a plethora of cameras, people tended to exaggerate and lie. so they could get their thirty seconds of fame and be all proud. she would eagerly share her lifetime of fame with the whole world so that everyone could have a taste of what a pain in the arse, excuse her, butt it could be. this young man in front of her, most likely wonderstruck about being a couple of centimeters in front of her, was exactly the type of person she wanted to be.

well, not exactly that person, she would have manners and she would keep her mouth shut. but she wanted to be anonymous. she didn't want people to notice her or to point to her and say stuff about her behind her back. she saw his smug smile, and it enraged audrey quite a bit, however he made some stupid excuse about the daughter being a brunette. of course, these french people didn't really care about her, so they wouldn't know that it was a complete lie. they believed it and went back to their own business, before audrey could mutter a quiet thanks and walk away, he grabbed her hand and dragged her outside. instinctively, her face flushed a bright red as she realized that this boy she barely knew was holding her hand. it probably wouldn't have been a big deal if she usually held hands with strangers and males, but it was the first time that she actually touched a member of the opposite gender that was close to her age.

she mentioned him saying something about sexual fantasies with her in them, and her blush deepened. she wasn't completely sheltered to the idea that males usually thought about sex every six seconds, and she was pretty sure that what he was saying was true- she had gotten some creepy fan mail from creepy men when she was back in the mother country. but it was the first time that someone actually had the guts to admit it out loud. she wasn't flattered, but she wasn't disgusted. she was merely embarrassed. he didn't stop at that, he then asked what size the queen's bra was. the queen? that old, ugly, cat lady?! she hid her disgust on her round face, and then she said, speaking to his shoes more than she was speaking to his face. i'm not sure. you should ask the king himself, or the princes... it was true, how this male expected her to know the answer to that question? it was a mystery that not even audrey, with her brains, could figure out. nor did she really want to know the logic behind that question. all she wanted was to walk away, but she didn't think that he was going to leave her alone like he had promised in his last statement.

give all my secrets away . this time ,

[/i][/color][/font]
DONT NEED ANOTHER PEFECT LIE. DONT CARE IF THE CRITICS EVER JUMP
IN LINE. ITS LIKE WERE CHASING ALL THOSE STARS. WHOS DRIVING SHINY
BIG BLACK CARS. AND EVERYDAY I SEE THE NEWS ALL THE PROBLEMS THAT
WE COULD SOLVE. AND WHEN A SITUATION RISES, JUST WRITE IT INTO AN
ALBUM. SINGING STRAIGHT, TOO COLD, I DONT REALLY LIKE MY FLOW, NO,
SO TELL ME WHAT YOU WANT TO HEAR, SOMETHING THAT WILL LIGHT THOSE[/CENTER]

status finished.
tagged cass
word count 650
notes LOLOLOL awkward..
lyrics secrets- onerepublic
credit dana bear .

[ciaran cassidy corbett]

Reactions were something Cass strived to get from people. It was way too amusing to just see people’s faces whenever he was being an ass, or when was plain messing with them. It was also fun to see someone’s reaction when he actually behaved in a nice way considering he barely showed that part of himself. Audrey’s bright red color was something that didn’t go unnoticed by Cass and he would definitely point that out sometime. Cass was also quick to judge people; he didn’t exactly have time to spare on getting to become buddy buddies with each and every person he met and so he just kept the first quick impression he got from them. He knew a lot of people did that and it was the exact reason why he was labeled as ‘a total mess’ by most of the student population. He didn’t mind it of course, he knew he kinda fit that role in a way and in his opinion the only people worth keeping close were those who managed to look beyond that… and people he could annoy and Audrey just happened to fall in that category.

Disappointed with the answer he got to his question Cass clicked his tongue and tucked his hands inside his pockets for brief seconds. “Awww man, I really wanted to know. Can’t go asking the king or princes though; in case you haven’t noticed I’m not exactly royalty.” He snorted at his own remark. If anything he’d be more like the gardener but he was pretty sure there was some weird etiquette involved in that and he wouldn’t meet the right standards. “I’d probably be shot down like a dog with rabies if I even tried to get close to them I’m sure!” He laughed again, enjoying his own conversation. It was as clear as the bluest sky that Audrey was not only very uncomfortable with his presence, but also with the entire situation in general. Cass hadn’t heard in the news anything about the prime minister’s daughter taking a trip to study abroad so he guessed it was somewhat of top secret. Plus, there weren’t any blue suited creeps following her around and acting like good guardian dogs did so Cass reached the conclusion that no one besides a selected few knew that Audrey Hathaway was in Paris.. Well wasn’t he a lucky lad then?

Of course he had been lying; he didn’t plan to leave her alone after just a single question. His very inner gossip fangirl reared its ugly head for a second and he suddenly became very curious about Audrey. If he were famous he’d love to have everyone’s attention; that was for sure. Then again he was an attention whore and not everyone was like that. The first impression mentioned before that Cass got from Audrey was that she would really prefer it if no one knew who she was. Cass would’ve announced it to the four winds if he were the son of the prime minister but yeah… he was weird like that. That was what made him curious~ What made them so different that she who was famous was striving to stay anonymous while he who was anonymous was striving to be famous. Breaking pretty much each and every personal space boundary that might exist between two strangers he took a hold of Audrey’s arms and latched it with his own so that they were now walking arm in arm through the colorful gardens. “I’m Ciaran, by the way. But you can call me Cass.” He introduced himself because as much as he wanted to be known by everyone, he knew he wasn’t. “So, Audrey, what brings you to the colorful city of Paris? Besides studying I mean, because we both know you could’ve done that at any fine college in London.” He eyed Audrey with a knowing face and the same smug smile that seemed to be tattooed on his face by now. He had considered going to a school in London but everyone knew that La Lumineuse was one of the top ranked schools when it came to arts. He still had the feeling that wasn’t exactly the reason why Audrey came to this school in particular, or at least it wasn’t the only reason. Curiosity killed the cat they said, but Cass liked to think he had a few extra lives to spare.

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tagged --- audrey ♥
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notes --- sorry it's a little scattered, people are so distracting xD

[audrey emily hathaway]

i need another story , something to get

[/i][/color][/font]
OFF MY CHEST. MY LIFE GETS KINDA BORING, NEED SOMETHING THAT I CAN
CONFESS TIL ALL MY SLEEVES ARE STAINED RED FROM ALL THE TRUTH THAT
IVE SAID. COME BY IT HONESTLY. I SWEAR, THOUGHT YOU SAW ME WINK, NO
IVE BEEN ON THE BRINK. SO TELL ME WHAT YOU WANT TO HEAR. SOMETHING
THAT WILL LIGHT THOSE YEARS. SICK OF ALL THE INSINCERE. SO IM GONNA[/CENTER]

i'm sure they'd be happy to talk to common folks. as long as you're respectful... she said with a shrug. it was honest, or at least she thought it was. her father never turned down talking to ordinary people, as long as they presented themselves in a business-like fashion with proper etiquette and such. but if this first year was going to talk to the queen like he was talking to her right now... he would be shot down like a dog with the rabies as he said in his next sentence. audrey gave a tiny little smile and responded, her voice growing softer with every word that she muttered out. well, not exactly shot... they don't want to go to jail with murder. besides, people would rebel and the media would pick up on it. her voice was barely louder than a whisper, and she was talking to herself more than she was talking to him, and the media is a scary thing. she was sure that he didn't hear her, as she opened her mouth to make some stupid excuse, and say oh she was so sorry, but she had to go call her father, and maybe they could chat later. yeah, right. she would love to chat with him later. he linked his arm with hers, and then told her his name. ciaran, but she could call him cass. where did he get cass from ciaran? the names were so different.

but being the overly polite girl she was, she nodded and made a mental note not to ask him about his name. some people got very touchy about names, which she understood completely. he asked her why she was here. audrey bit her lip and gave the generic answer that she gave every single person in the world who ever asked. or the generic answer that her father gave when the press was asking where england's sweetheart was. i wanted something different. of course, the press was going head over heels on finding what 'different' was. little did they know england's next door neighbor had the answer. paris had been a good city to her, it was busy and beautiful, and people were too caught up in themselves to notice anything different. she had escaped a few good photographers here and there, and the press had asked her some questions about the audrey hathaway. none of them knew it was her that they were talking about. most of them just assumed that she was a lookalike. ms. hathaway's face wasn't particularly unique. besides, she had lost some weight over the years, grew taller, and became more ladylike. the pictures that the gossip magazines were still running was from over five years ago. none of them had enough brains to think that she had changed so much.

the fact that ciaran loved to talk threw audrey off. she couldn't have met another person more bubbly and excited and eager to keep a conversation that the boy. and to keep the conversation from returning back to her, she asked him a question. so, ciaran- i mean, cass. what brings you to paris? she hoped that he wasn't going to copy her and give a one line answer, but she never knew. the best she was hoping for was a full life's story that she could get absorbed in, and to keep the conversation about him until she had to run. but then again, she couldn't predict everything- no matter how much she wanted to- and especially not with this boy, who was so different and unpredictable.

give all my secrets away . this time ,

[/i][/color][/font]
DONT NEED ANOTHER PEFECT LIE. DONT CARE IF THE CRITICS EVER JUMP
IN LINE. ITS LIKE WERE CHASING ALL THOSE STARS. WHOS DRIVING SHINY
BIG BLACK CARS. AND EVERYDAY I SEE THE NEWS ALL THE PROBLEMS THAT
WE COULD SOLVE. AND WHEN A SITUATION RISES, JUST WRITE IT INTO AN
ALBUM. SINGING STRAIGHT, TOO COLD, I DONT REALLY LIKE MY FLOW, NO,
SO TELL ME WHAT YOU WANT TO HEAR, SOMETHING THAT WILL LIGHT THOSE[/CENTER]

status finished.
tagged cass
word count 624.
notes it's all right. this one's bad too. ><
lyrics secrets- onerepublic
credit dana bear .

[ciaran cassidy corbett]

Ciaran snorted, showing his clear amusement at Audrey’s reply. He wasn’t one to just go and hide what he felt hence why most people found it uncomfortable to be around him. Most of the times he was just too open minded and too uncensored for his well being. “What kind of lame writer gave you that script?” He asked, referring to her ‘wanting something different’ thing. Of all the things she could’ve replied with… Cass would’ve gone for the less subtle yet a thousand times more effective ‘why the hell should I tell you’ or something along those lines. That of course would be the case if he wanted to keep his private life well… private. It wasn’t the case with Cass of course but he knew it was Audrey’s. It was so blatant and obvious that Cass couldn’t help but dig that particular hole and find as much as he could before someone kicked his ass, or maybe if he got lucky Audrey would do it herself.

Walking down the gardens he ignored the fact that he wasn’t exactly doing what he wanted to do, which was checking out the rest of the school. It was hard to ignore some fine and decent entertainment when it presented to him in a silver platter. It was even harder to find something entertaining that didn’t involve paint or booze! So he obviously had to make the best of it. Cass was also ignoring the possibility of Audrey having something a lot more important to do than spending time with an annoying teenager. Then again, Cass’s world revolved around Cass and in his somewhat deranged mind there could possibly be nothing more important than spending time with him. Such was the wonderful world of Ciaran Cassidy Corbett.

It wasn’t surprising that Audrey tried to shift the center of attention from her lovely blonde head to Ciaran’s with that question about his reason to be in Paris. He had seen that sneaky tactic played before when someone was trying to keep secrets or when they were just trying to make Cass a lot less annoying. He was so not falling for that one this time! His ego wanted to answer to that with the story of how he was just a little farm boy and then moved to London but he wasn’t about to let that happen. Giving Audrey another of his sneaky looks he shrugged and waved his hand as if he was stating the obvious. “Well clearly I came here to stalk the daughter of the Prime Minister. What other reason I would have to be here?” He unlatched his arm from hers and motioned to her entire persona showing just how important she was. “Just kidding… obviously.” He smiled again and hooked her arm again just in case she decided to flee from his graceful company. “But I already know about me, so you’re not sneaking away from my detailed questioning.” He simply couldn’t stop smiling, still waiting for Audrey to snap at him and tell him to either shut the hell up, to stop being a freak, or to at least keep a decent distance from her as they practically just met. From the looks of it she was just a tad too patient and polite to do so; this just fueled Cass’s wishes to be an annoying little fuck.

Looking around all of a sudden Cass made sure he recognized at least a good part of the faces that walked through the garden as well. Turning to Audrey he closed the distance with her face, again breaking that holy personal space that most people had. “Say, do you have a boyfriend here? Don’t want some random lad to jump and punch my face for hitting on their girl or something like that.” He shuddered at the thought. Cass wasn’t exactly the confrontational type, he was more the ‘bark but never bite’ type of dog. He would jump at someone if the situation called for it but he considered himself just too handsome to jump into random fights that could potentially leave a permanent mark. This was also another way to ask a very uncomfortable and revealing question for Audrey of course, and it was just the beginning because when Cass wanted to make someone explode he sure did his best to achieve it.

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tagged --- audrey ♥
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notes --- mwahaha!

[audrey emily hathaway]

i need another story , something to get

[/i][/color][/font]
OFF MY CHEST. MY LIFE GETS KINDA BORING, NEED SOMETHING THAT I CAN
CONFESS TIL ALL MY SLEEVES ARE STAINED RED FROM ALL THE TRUTH THAT
IVE SAID. COME BY IT HONESTLY. I SWEAR, THOUGHT YOU SAW ME WINK, NO
IVE BEEN ON THE BRINK. SO TELL ME WHAT YOU WANT TO HEAR. SOMETHING
THAT WILL LIGHT THOSE YEARS. SICK OF ALL THE INSINCERE. SO IM GONNA[/CENTER]

cass snorted and audrey flinched as he read through her answer. he unlatched his arm and she quickly tried to walk away and get her own personal space, be he quickly hooked his arm into hers again. audrey bit her lip in disappointment as she listened to him joke around and shift the conversation back to her. she knew that he wanted her life's story, and she knew that he wanted to know what she was doing here. but she wouldn't give it to him, no matter how much he begged, talked, asked, or whatever. it was a secret that she would keep to her grave. and just to her luck the one british boy that she had spotted in paris just happened to be such an annoying, egotistical, boy who had no manners and kept trying to nose around in her business. well, i all ready know about myself as well. she said simply, using one of his lines. and in fact, that it true. i did want something different. she said again, trying not to let her annoyance show.

he turned back to her and closed the distance between their faces and audrey leaned away. he asked about a potential boyfriend, and audrey blushed about five different shades of red. frenchmen were attractive, and she had had her eyes on a couple of people. but too bad they didn't return her affection and crushes. and too bad she was to shy to pursue them. she quickly shook her head no, and then opened her mouth again, no.. but i'm sure someone will jump on you if i yell. can't leave a damsel in distress... how about you? no lovers? she wouldn't be surprised if he had said no. not that he wasn't attractive, but his loud mouth probably turned all of the girls away. audrey hathaway gave a tiny little smile as she looked back down to her shoes, trying to think of a way she could possibly escape.

she all ready established that cass wouldn't let her go, no matter what. and she was sure that he was enjoying this and trying to make her react to him. but she was determined not to let him achieve his goal. and when audrey was determined, she would always get what she wanted. she didn't seem like it, but she knew how to make people do what she wanted them to do. and she was so sure that her plan was going to work. she would answer every question he asked and answer to everything he said... in the most boring way possible. he would get half of what he wanted, but not everything. and she would get half of what she wanted. it was a fair trade off, and it seemed like the only possible way she could get through the whole conversation without killing him. audrey involuntarily gave a tiny little smile and turned to look into cass's blue eyes again.

give all my secrets away . this time ,

[/i][/color][/font]
DONT NEED ANOTHER PEFECT LIE. DONT CARE IF THE CRITICS EVER JUMP
IN LINE. ITS LIKE WERE CHASING ALL THOSE STARS. WHOS DRIVING SHINY
BIG BLACK CARS. AND EVERYDAY I SEE THE NEWS ALL THE PROBLEMS THAT
WE COULD SOLVE. AND WHEN A SITUATION RISES, JUST WRITE IT INTO AN
ALBUM. SINGING STRAIGHT, TOO COLD, I DONT REALLY LIKE MY FLOW, NO,
SO TELL ME WHAT YOU WANT TO HEAR, SOMETHING THAT WILL LIGHT THOSE[/CENTER]

status finished.
tagged cass
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notes bleh. no muse after psat. -.- sorry..
lyrics secrets- onerepublic
credit dana bear .

[ciaran cassidy corbett]

Talking with someone who didn’t want to talk at all was absolutely amusing; never mind the entire contradiction of it all. Especially since Audrey made it clear from the beginning that he was undesirable. It was quite a fancy tag to carry around, but Cass totally deserved it, especially when he strived to be annoying just like he was doing at the moment. The various shades of red that painted Audrey’s cheeks counted as a little victory for Cass, at least in his head. In his humble opinion it also seemed as if she could use some decent fun and a change of air so he didn’t exactly buy the ‘I wanted something different’ thing. Oh well, if she was sticking to her story who was he to think otherwise? …oh right, he was an annoying prick who thought whatever the hell he wanted so yeah, he still wasn’t buying that one. “Ok, something different, and did you get it? Because I mean, you don’t look like the crazy party animal from the news or anything like that…” He finally voiced his thoughts from earlier before taking a left and guiding her back inside one of the buildings, this time it was the art section where he took classes (sort of) and worked on his paintings. He knew Audrey wasn’t willing to answer his questions at all but of course that wouldn’t stop him from asking them.

“Ohhhh? Yelling now? Well that’s some threat. I can do that too, instead I’d be yelling something like, ‘daughter of the prime minister’ or something like that yanno.” He shrugged innocently, not really meaning that at all… or well who knows… Cass was capable of doing a lot of crazy things without regard of other people’s wishes or feelings. “No, just kidding. And lovers? Mmmmh… a few actually. Well they’re not exactly lovers, we more like snog every now and then and leave it at that. It’s less complicated.” The right term for that was ‘sleep around’ but no need to add labels to something so nice. “But why you don’t have anyone? It’s not like you’re not pretty sexy or something like that.” He wiggled his eyebrows in a subtle reminder of his sexual fantasies comment from before. “Or are you afraid the paparazzi might find out and stalk you til the end of times?” That was another possibility, there were some crazy stories about what paparazzi to get a good story…

“But anyway! I’m sure you don’t want to talk about that…” har har har, as if he didn’t know already… well Cass could also be not so annoying when he really wanted to, and like the PMSy girl he could be every now and then he decided to change the conversation into something less stressful for the princess, for now…. “What do you study here? I know it’s not art because I’m in that building on a regular basis and I don’t see you there… and not dance, that’s for sure.” He wasn’t about to explain how he knew that one, as spreading around that he liked to shamelessly check out dance students every now and then wouldn’t be a plus to his reputation. “No camera either… don’t tell me you’re a precious song bird?” He smiled excitedly, because it was either that or writing. No way in hell the daughter of the prime minister who was trying to keep a low profile would dare to enter a drama class where she could easily become the center of attention.

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tagged --- audrey ♥
template --- PANIC! ITS LAUZ @ CAUTION
notes --- so sorry, my muse died too >.<