time together is just never quite enough;; wren

[MASLYNN LIA ROY]

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if you really hold me tight all the way home i'll be warm

Massy stood in front of her mirror for a second, to make sure that three and half hours she had just spent anxiously getting worried hadn't gone to waste.

First, she had had to shower, of course, which, surprisingly, only took up about thirty minutes of that getting ready time. Then she had to blow dry her hair, change her outfit twelve times, run around the house unsuccessfully to find a pair of shoes, do her make-up, change another three times, settle on an outfit (finally), find her coat, run around looking for her boots again, touch up her face, curl her hair, and, finally, ask her mother if she looked alright. Now, all she needed was a pair of boots to wear.

Massy really wanted to wear the boots her brother had bought her last year. They were gray leather, with buckles and fur at the top. They would have gone really well with her dress, but she couldn't find them no matter how hard she looked. She could only assume that he had taken her forgetting to bring them to school as a hint to give them to his new girlfriend as a gift. Really, that makes Mark sound awful, but he wasn't; just cheap.

With a resigned sigh because she just knew she would be late if she didn't find some shoes soon, Massy trudged downstairs to the master bedroom to check in her mother's closet. She kicked shoes around for nearly five minutes before she saw them, hiding under a red sweater. The toe of a worn brown boot was peeking out from under it, and she moved the sweater to find her dad's old work boots.

Well, now there was some deliberation to be done. The boots wouldn't match the rest of her outfit, and they surely weren't stylish or pretty, and, really she had worked entirely too hard on this outfit to have it ruined by a pair of scraggly old boots. But they had been her father's, and it had been a long time since she'd seen any of his possessions. Maybe, just once, she could carry around a piece of him for Christmas. She could have her whole family and one of her best friends with her for Christmas. That would be nice, right?

Speaking of which, Massy still had yet to figure out why she was spending so much time getting ready just to hang out with Wren. They were going to see the lights in the park by her house, so they could talk and just generally have fun. But Wren was just a really close friend of hers. In fact, they were close enough that she shouldn't care too much what she was wearing at all. She should have been comfortable in jeans and hoody (though the snow did make it a little uncomfortable to be wearing things like that). She was pondering over it when she, after lacing up the boots, looked up at the clock to find that she was, indeed, late for meeting Wren. She walked upstairs to say goodbye to her mother, then off she went.

Massy decided to walk, because, really, her house wasn't that far from the park and walking was probably the easiest way to get around in any case. Traffic was terrible, even outside of town. And, even though it wasn't Central Park, the place would be really crowded. It would be easier to find Wren if she was on foot. (Mostly, Massy didn't want to trouble Mark or her mother for a ride).

It didn't take her very long to get there, and when she did, it didn't take her long to find her friend, either, which was a rather pleasant surprise for the anxious blonde. She was expecting to have to spend ten minutes texting him before she found him. But no, she would recognize that blonde hair anywhere. Even from the back.

She ran over and walked around in front of him--just to be sure--then grinned up at him. "Hey, stranger. I didn't think I was going to be able to find you! Have you been here long?" Massy wondered if she should have hugged him or something. She guessed it didn't really matter. There could be hugging later if it was that important of a social ritual. At least she didn't sound like too much of a prude to her own ears.

She glanced around and saw a hot chocolate stand, and suddenly had a craving for some. "Hmm. Do you want hot chocolate? My treat." She would be willing to pay ten dollars a cup, really, because right now there were only three other people in line and she knew just how much time it would be before it was a mile long. So she grabbed his hand and pulled him in that direction without waiting for an answer. She'd be damned if she didn't get her holiday treat.

TAGGED: Wren | WORDS: idk | OUTFIT | OOC: lol she stressin

[WREN RYDER ANDERSON]

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we're going to shine over this sad, little town of ours

the boy tossed and turned in the bed, muttering something in his sleep. it was cold and his sister had gone off to some photo shoot with her friends. he had the whole apartment to himself, which was basically two floors of a giant building in downtown new york city. he dragged the covers of the bed over his head, a peaceful look over his normally smiling face.

as soon as he got comfortable, however, the alarm on his phone started ringing. the boy ignored it at first, too comfortable to get up and stop the alarm. his sleep didn't last long after that. it seemed that as time passed, the alarm grew louder and louder until it was deafening. groaning, the boy got up and stomped over to the phone and stopped the alarm angrily, making his way back to the bed when he stopped in the middle of the room and froze as he read the words on the wall. DON'T FORGET YOUR DATE WITH THAT MASSY GIRL. was written in big, black letters across the wall. along with the subtext of, _{oh. btw. we read through your texts while you were sleeping. so cute. ps. we sort of looked into your gift for her. so cute! - your sister, lani} the boy's face turned red without him knowing. date? of course not. wasn't it just a hang out? he frowned and decided to push the thought away. it was christmas day, after all. no need for a sour puss grinch on possibly one of the most festive holidays in the country.

the boy opened his luggage bag and picked out a shirt, henley, boxers, and jeans he packed before walking inside the bathroom. the shower took no longer than twenty minutes, including the changing but his clothes did not satisfy wren's tastes for the day. it had to be more... holiday-oriented. he looked through his luggage back again and threw on a... 'unique' holiday sweatshirt of three reindeer doing... things but it was only noticeable if someone took the time to look at his sweater. he received it from his sister as a joke gift. the boy was devastated when he opened it that morning and realized that underneath the sweater were dozens of different gift cards. the sweater, on the other hand, didn't look that bad. it was just that he deemed it rather inappropriate. it was going to be covered by a coat anyway, so why bother. while looking for the sweater, he crossed a pair of gloves that had a snowflake design on them. he decided to wear that too, along with his batman watch.

after getting ready, he put a coat on and slipped into his boots, walking towards the table and grabbed the gift, tucking it into one of the inner pockets of his coat. walking was apparently the way to go. the cars were barely moving an inch an hour and when the stoplights were at go, only one or two cars would be able to pass through the green light. shaking his head, the boy began walking. he watched the cars honk at each other but he didn't really pay attention. he was thinking. hell, he was nervous.

the question was, why?. it's not like there's anything wrong with massy. so why on earth would he be nervous? massy was just a really close friend and, to wren, the closer he was with people, the more comfortable he was around them. why was wren so nervous about what the girl would think about his gift? would she think it's corny? ugly? stupid?

he frowned and shook his head, realizing that he was at the park already. the boy sighed and stood by a bench, stuffing his hands into his coat pockets. he made sure that his phone was in his hands while they were in the pockets. just in case the girl decided to call him and ask where he was. he waited a few minutes and just when he was about to take out his phone, the girl had appeared. he grinned at her, waving even though she was right in front of him. "i just got here. i like your boots by the way, merry christmas! " he answered, shrugging.

when the girl asked the question, if he had wanted hot chocolate or not, he didn't even get a chance to answer. "i can pay for myself." he stated, while walking towards the line. he didn't mind when she had held on to his hand though. it turned out that a giant family had made their way to the line too, beating them to the line.

"oh right. i got you something.." he took the chance to give her the gift. reaching into his coat, the boy pulled out the long, black juicy couture box. he had spent all day yesterday trying to find the best charms and his sister helped. opening it, a gold charm bracelet lay on the padding, with four charms sitting next to it. "i don't know if you have these already but yeah.." he laughed awkwardly, running a hand through his hair while the other held the box out towards her. "and uhm, there's sort of a specific reason to each of those charms. the snowflake and the snowman are there because it's a christmas present. the ballerina is there because i overheard that you liked dancing." he lied on the last part, he had actually asked around the school things the girl liked, the same way he did to choose tony's, lucia's, and austin's gifts. "and the heart is because you're close to my heart." another awkward laugh. he realized that it might have been a little tacky but oh well. it's the thought that counts, right?

TAGGED: MEN. MASLYNN | OUTFIT + GIFT | OOC: HE BOUGHT HER
A GIFT! CAN THEY START LIKING EACH OTHER NOW /shot

[MASLYNN LIA ROY]

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if you really hold me tight all the way home i'll be warm

Her boots. He liked her boots. Out of anything else he could have complimented her on, it was her old, worn-out, miscreant father's boots. Not that it surprised her all that much, based on what he was wearing. She particularly liked his discreetly inappropriate sweater. "Merry Christmas," she chimed. Her anxiety was long forgotten, now that the bubbly excitement of the people around her was beginning to settle in and warm her up. Or maybe it was the assurance that her boots hadn't ruined her outfit and that she had been worrying for no reason at all.

As they made their way to the growing hot chocolate line, Massy rolled her eyes. "You are such a guy sometimes," she chided. Honestly, would it hurt all that much to put away the testosterone-endorsed idea that one, if male, was always inclined to have the upper and hand and could never ever let a Helpless Ickle Girl do anything for them. Oh, well. His loss. He could pay for the over-priced hot chocolate if it was really that important to him. She didn't mind keeping her money.

It didn't take long for all thoughts of sexist male dominance (ha!) to flee her mind when Wren said that he had gotten her something. Her eyes trained on him, surprised and a bit guilty. Massy had not thought to get Wren a present. Forgotten, really, because it had definitely crossed her mind, but she'd had no idea what to get him. She felt terrible, really. For Christ's sake, she'd even gotten Tony a present. Tony, Lucia, Evan, Jared, Margaret, Story, etc. . . . But not Wren. How could she have possibly over-looked him? She felt her heart leap and frowned at the box that he produced, trying not to think about how she was probably the worst friend in the world.

She was about to apologize, but, really, that would have to wait, because she needed to open his present first. Massy took the top off the box and just about cried. She didn't much care how cheesy the whole heart comment was. The only thing that mattered was how incredibly personal Wren had thought to make her gift, and here, she was, empty-handed. That had never happened to her before, really. People weren't exactly lining up to bring her presents before. But at AGM, apparently people were much more accepting. The whole gift-getting thing had been pretty nice up until now, when she couldn't tell if she was more guilty or elated.

The next thing she knew, Massy had thrown her arms around Wren in a hug made slightly awkward by the height difference--thank God she'd had the good sense to put the top back on the box before doing so--but she could not have cared less how awkward it was. Now, Maslynn is not normally an impulsive person, but emotions were running high and nothing mattered except that Wren was the sweetest guy she knew and she was going to make it up to him that she hadn't gotten him anything.

When she came to her senses and removed her arms from around his neck, Massy bit her lip and looked down at the box. "Wren, it's wonderful. I just . . . I didn't get you anything. I'm so sorry." She felt the muscles in her stomach clench as her guilt suddenly took over with a vengeance. "I was going to, and I didn't know what to get, and then I must have forgotten and, and . . ." Her voice faltered and her face screwed up with concern. "I feel terrible. The bracelet is so great and--I'm sorry."

Maybe she was overreacting just a little. In fact, Massy wasn't sure why exactly she was apologizing so feverishly, or why she felt so horrible about it. Shouldn't she just be feeling some moderate stretch of guilt? That's how normal people felt.

The thing is, Massy would put it all off to her empathy, but we know better. There's something she's not willing to admit, and someday she'll look back on this and understand. At least, the writers would hope so, as there is really nothing better than characters lovin' each other down after all this angst self-exploration.

TAGGED: MEN | WORDS: 728 | OUTFIT | OOC: dese two are so easy to write for me gusta no they must stay blind forever MAUHAHAHAHA