like we were before//cain

[cain]

you make me feel like i'm intoxicated.

Okay, some maybe he stretched the truth a bit when he talked about their little night-time visits. But that’s just who Cain was, he was a storyteller at heart. Literature had been his joy in school and he loved to read books to experience more styles. It just translated into his life easy and plus it was fun. And boy, did he ever just love those nights in her room when they didn’t get caught. Back then he had been completely whipped, most of his friends at school make fun of him but he just laughed it off and didn’t care, at least he had a decent girlfriend. All the other guys had the school sluts and whores; hell one of them was even pregnant once. Thank god, Izzy wasn’t like those girls, and that’s why Cain loved her. Loved or Love. Past or present tense, it was still a blurred line.

A haughty, smug smile tugged at his lips when she mentioned that he was irresistibly sexy and knew all the right moves to pull on her. He knew he was good, but he didn’t know that he could practically make her melt into him with a certain touch and grin. For some reason, it was comforting to know. Cain rolled his eyes when she brought up the fact that she hid behind him because she was scared of her father. She had no idea the wide eyes, deer in the head lights stare he had when he faced her father. He was pretty sure that that man wanted to kill him. And if Izzy wasn’t standing right behind him, Cain was certain the older man would have strangled him. At least he had known her father on friendly terms when him and Izzy were just friends. His green eyes flickered with something that he hadn’t felt in a while when the memories of their rendezvous in his car were brought up. So many fond memories and kisses. He could loose that car, it had been the only piece of Izzy that he had left when he moved away. Actually that was a lie, he had another piece with a diamond on it, but that stayed in a special place that only he knew.

Even have a family? That part of what she said stunned him a bit. So she had thought about having a family with him. With him. Oh, god he hadn’t even thought that far ahead yet, thought he found that as he thought about it, he wasn’t opposed to the idea at all. A frown dragged his face down as his parents were mentioned, he nearly winced thinking about all that they could do to tear his life apart. He didn’t want to be a part of there ‘plan’ like they wanted. He was a good boy, but he wasn’t that good. “Yeah, we are okay now, but I wanted us to be okay back then. Now is different from then.” He settled back into the couch and sighed, regarding her shock of her not being there when he had wanted to say goodbye.

The cushions shifted next to him and he arched an eyebrow at her when she moved closer, his thoughts going back to the first movie night, thinking that she’d kiss him again. But she didn’t, in fact, Cain liked the comfort in her arms around him a little bit better. He stilled for a moment then relaxed at the soft touch, exhaling, "I know you were probably home, but your parents were trying to protect you from me by saying you weren't there." When the separated his eyes fell down her face to her lips and he hesitated, he hadn't thought this far ahead either, "Um, but I," he smiled and blinked back up to her eyes, reaching a hand up to brush some of her hair out of her eyes, fingers lingering a lot longer then they should, "I admittedly, looked back at your window and said 'Goodbye' before I got in the car anyways..." He hadn't realized that he had leaned closer to her, inches or inch apart, his hand by her hair slipping over her cheek. He really wanted to, but then something in his head pulled him back. A kiss couldn't fix everything, he'd need to ease into it like normal relationships, even if they weren't really normal. But he hoped that they could be. Dropping his hand he cleared his throat, "But I'm glad your back, and I'm trying to focus on the present not the past." Cain offered her a smile as he leaned back, hoping she wouldn't think too hard about why he hesitated so close to her. Truth be told, she made him nervous.

[isabelle]

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Izzy was feeling that things were good. Thinking of their memories of when they were kids, teenagers....they had some good times. None of that really mattered now though, or did it? She wanted it to matter, because it meant a lot to her, she kept hold of the memories, just like she always would do. It was something she could always remember when she wanted to. Deep down she had never forgotten him. It wasn't that she had always been in love with him, but because they had been so intense, so serious....it had been hard for her to get into a new relationship. It had been about a year after when a guy who'd wanted to date her for months had FINALLY got a yes from her. They had dated for a while, but she had found out he wasn't quite the right guy for her. He hadn't really respected her for one. That had been a big no no in izzys book but for some reason she hadn't been able to get rid of him, he always did something sweet and she was torn between getting rid of him and keeping him around. No one had liked him. At least her parents had liked Cain for a little while, until her father caught him in her room. That had been a deal breaker. Everyone kept telling her to dump him though. The last straw happened when he finally dumped her because they were getting hot and heavy,she was feeling uncomfortable. She nodded I know she said. Well things hadn't been sorted back then, that wasn't what she wanted, but she kind of wished that she had sorted things out because now things were starting to get weird and she didn't like it. It was good that they had been able to pick up and be friends again, but she didn't think that was what she wanted, she wanted more. She just couldn't read him and see what he was feeling about everything. She had loved him so much, and now old feelings were creeping back, new feelings, she didn't think she could feel again. She certainly hadn't felt that way with her ex boyfriend. Not even close, so it was weird having all the emotions and feelings she had right now, she kind of liked it in a way, it was like he still had the same effect on her, like what happened hadn't. But it had and she knew that, she wasn't stupid.  yeah well, they shouldn't have made that decision for me she frowned. She listened to him and then noticed that he had moved even closer to her. They were now inches apart, lips almost touching. She was just waiting for him to make that move, instead he leaned back and told her he wasn't focusing on the past, but the present. right she said with a small sigh and moved back also. she then looked at her watch I should probably go she told him I have an early class tomorrow. well that was a straight up lie, she felt bad but she wanted to leave. From what he said it made her think he didn't want what she wanted, so she kind of just needed to leave and get her head straight. I'll call you she told him. Another lie...she had deleted his number all those years ago and she couldn't. She hated that she was lying, but she couldn't think of anything better to say that was more truthful. maybe she was misreading the situation and he was just being careful. She herself didn't want to rush things, but a kiss was hardly rushing it, was it? LISTEN UP! THIS POST IS FOR CAIN. IT HAS 627 WORDS. SHE IS CURRENTLY WEARING THIS. BY THE WAY, I HOPE THIS IS OKAY. OH, AND THIS TEMPLATE WAS MADE BY DUCK DUCK'S NOT A GOOSE

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[cain]

you make me feel like i'm intoxicated.

The air around them had completely shifted, Cain wanted the light hearted joking and laughing feeling back but there was a block in the way. The whole ordeal with the past. The past was full of the good and the bad, some really bad and some really good. And most of them he missed. Well, the ones with his friends and Izzy, he missed; his family memories, not so much. Not that he really, outwardly complained about them, it was more an internal dislike that he only told people that knew him well, knew when something important was on his mind. He had had years to deal with it, so keeping it buckled down wasn’t a problem. Some things his father taught him, when the man tried to groom his own son into a businessman, had stuck and he did use the tips and tricks now a then, but those serious lessons made him miss out on the actual father and son activities. Like fishing, Cain had never been fishing.

He nodded slowly when she can to the realization about her parents that he had. Of course then after he had or rather, hadn’t, acted on the impulse to just pull her into his lap him and press his lips to her. The pull of the feelings were strong, but Cain had a history of doubting himself. Tonight was one of those weak moments where he found himself inside of his own head, poking holes in something that could end so good for him. What if it happened again? Their first relationship had failed and what if their second one did too? He could take his heart being drowned in guilt for ruining their potential marriage, but he couldn’t take heart break, again, from a girl he truly cared about and wanted nothing bad to happen to. As she quickly tried to excuse herself, a cold feeling washed over him. The let down he must have caused her, making him stunned at her wanting to leave within a moments notice.

Dumbly, he just kind of sat there, watching her stand and start to walk toward the door, “No don’t have to…” the words fell out of his mouth with on force or command, still surprised as she reached fro the front door’s handle. Cain bolted to his feet and stood, pushing off the couch. “Wait, Izzy what about the movies?” Taking a few determined steps forward, he didn’t make it in time before she swung the door away from the frame, told him that she’d cal him then shut it behind her. He slapped his palms and forehead against the wooden slab as it shut with a minor slam. Growling, the young man balled his hands into fists against the grain and held the tense position. This is always what ended up happening, he’d do something or not do something, to upset her and then she’s run from him. It was like a cycle he was having a hard time breaking out of. After a few minutes of just leaning there on his door and hearing the purr of her car’s engine peel away down the street, he shoved himself off the door and then kicked it, “Fuck!”

He should have just done it. He should have just kissed her, but his stupid mind had gotten the better of him and made him hesitate. Maybe in the end, it saved him because he wasn’t exactly known for holding back once things started rolling along. And a student and teacher relationship was still a bad thing, right? Right? Didn't matter now, though, he blew a chance that he never thought would happen again. He'd just have to make it up to her somehow, some way that took great care to plan.