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[greyson finn mccarthy]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,365,true][bg=ffffff] ------- before you read, this thread and post is for isobel caulfield. my boy is chilling at his lakehouse and wearing this outfit. guess who made all of this shit you see in this post? me, and i worked too hard on it for someone to take or copy it. if i find it somewhere else, i will fucking kill you and hide your body in a dumpster, got that? on another note, what i'd give to be the girl in the picture. lol. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - ------- it had been days since grey and mykayla had been in the kitchen at fire and ice, having their little moment. after kay had left that night, grey had all, but broke down. he just sat down on the floor and stared at the counter in front of him, praying that he didn't cry. he wasn't one to do that, but from time to time even he couldn't stop it. instead his anger over what had happened only grew. that anger even resulted in him breaking a few of the dishes, which he was now paying for to replace. since then, he had only spoken to the blonde once and seen her in person the same amount. the phone call she was able to get through was cold and not their usual manner. it was obvious kay was hurting over it, but grey couldn't imagine her hurting anymore than him. the day he had seen her it was only from a distance when he was in town running errands. he had stopped and stared as she walked around in the same daze he had been in, but when she looked his way, he darted behind a building. he was gone from the area within only seconds. now he was always busying himself with everything from work. he had dove head first into his work and rarely came up for air. the few times he did stop working, he would think about what had happened and convince himself it was more of a need for sex with her than actually loving her. yes, he was trying to convince himself he didn't love her yet again! and he was coming close to that conclusion on his one night off from work since the incident had happened. and he needed it off! ------- locking the back door to his lakehouse, grey was coming in from a chilly night of cleaning his boat. the cold air was doing him good, seeing as he was now calm and for once not convincing himself of wrong and untrue things. he was simply grey again! he walked up the stairs and trudged down the hallway to his bedroom where he shed the few layers he had worn outside. soon his prized batman t-shirt and a pair of gray sweatpants was all he wore. his feet were now silent on the wood floors of his home, which was what he liked: silence. once he reached the last step leading to the downstairs landing, he made a sharp turn and walked into the kitchen. as always on his nights off, he grabbed a few beers and a bag of chips to make the long, boring night a little more bearable. the next hour was filled with only the sound of the television and the crunch of chips. he had downed all of the beer he brought out and half of the chip bag was gone. just as he was about to go for more beer, the doorbell to his home rang, causing him to furrow his brow. who was coming to his house at this hour of the night? he silently prayed it wasn't mykayla as he padded slowly to the door. opening it, he didn't find the blonde, but his brunette friend, izzy. a smile appeared on his face for the first time in days as he looked at her, but it faded the second he saw the look on her face. she had been crying! "iz, what's wrong?" his hand gently caressed her cheek as he looked into her eyes to find out what was wrong.

[isobel daniella caulfield]

Isobel Caulfield could not believe how upset she was about this. Tears had streaked her face for hours, being physically incapable of stopping herself from crying. This was not supposed to affect her like this, and maybe it was because it felt like part of her heart was completely missing. She had no idea why she had let herself get so damn attached to Kaler in a relationship. He was someone that she could not live in the world without, but she was hardly going to be able to keep this friendship the way that it was right now. She was not really sure how to do that, when she knew that she loved him. Maybe it was not love like what he shared with Vidette, but it was their own kind of love. It was just too much for her to pretend that it did not matter anymore and let herself get even more attached. Kaler was her best friend, and this was just breaking her heart more than she ever thought imaginable. She had been at his house, talking about their fictional son Noah, and what would have happened, being punished for pulling such a huge prank on him, getting what she had wanted, and then her brain had to go and start working.

It had been over a month that she had put her time and effort into making Kaler forget about the girl that plagued his mind. She had thought she had done a damn good job too, but no. Unfortunately she had just managed to get herself involved, used the damn messy ass strings, and was kicking herself over and over for it. She had left Kaler’s house in a hurry trying to get out before the onslaught of tears finally broke from behind the dam that was Isobel Caulfield. The brunette had not let anyone see her cry ever, not even whenever her mother died back in high school. No one who knew her then was still in her life. Back then Izzy had been the little nerdy girl, and now she was far from that girl. She could care less about what other people were feeling, but she knew that she could not be in a relationship with Kaler anymore, knowing he was in love with someone else. She had managed to make it back to her house in one piece, though she drove like a maniac and through the tears that would not stop. Izzy made it to her door way and found the closest bottle of liquor to her. Thankfully she had hid many bottles of tequila all around her house, and one had been right by her door.

Drunk Izzy was always looking out for her sober one, and in this moment as she started to let the liquor slid down her throat she was still crying. Nothing was stopping this, not even the liquor. She just kept drinking, and it was doing nothing. She just kept crying and it was hard. She never let her emotions out to play, and here they were making a very large appearance. This was her first break-up; her first boyfriend, and that was what was bothering her the most. She trudged up to her bedroom to find something else to wear. She wanted out of those clothes, the smell of Kaler as far away from her as possible, and just grabbed something. She just threw on a new pair of jeans and a t-shirt that was laying on her bed. She grabbed her coat and scarf, and had to get the hell out of the house. Everything there was reminding her of Kaler, and this was not like Izzy. She was upset, and still carrying around the bottle of tequila as she walked around the small town. Izzy had no idea where she was going, but she was going somewhere. She stumbled around the town drinking her tequila from the bottle until she found herself on a very familiar doorstep. Greyson was one person that was not going to judge her, and thankfully the cold air had stopped the tears from falling down her cheeks again. She was still sobbing lightly, but she was over this whole situation. She wanted to be her tough little cookie self that never let anything get her down, but her she was standing on his doorstep knocking.

She was clearly drunk whenever she knocked on the door, but she let her eyes fall to her feet trying to make sure she did not fall where she stood. Soon enough she heard rustling in the house, and then the door was open. She looked at Greyson, and she knew that he had been doing the same thing she was. Drinking away whatever was bothering him, but she was the one stupidly walking around the town. She could feel his eyes on her, and it was Grey. He knew her like the back of his hand, and he knew that she was crying. Anyone would have known that from one look at her. Izzy hid most thing about herself well, but tears were not something she hid well. She felt his hand against her cheek and she started to cry again. “I broke up with Kaler. He was in love with someone else, and I just couldn’t do it anymore.”

[/color] She walked into the house, and just sat in front of the door. She could not make it any further seeing as how her eyes were stinging from tears. She hated herself for coming to Grey and ruining his night, but she sat there and took a long swig of her tequila before looking up at him from where she sat. “You want some? It makes me feel better.”[/color] Izzy did not know what to do, but she pulled her knees up to her chin and sat there completely numb to the world with tears streaming down her cheeks.[/justify][/size][/blockquote]
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[greyson finn mccarthy]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,365,true][bg=ffffff] ------- before you read, this thread and post is for isobel caulfield. my boy is chilling at his lakehouse and wearing this outfit. guess who made all of this shit you see in this post? me, and i worked too hard on it for someone to take or copy it. if i find it somewhere else, i will fucking kill you and hide your body in a dumpster, got that? on another note, it's kind of short, so i'm sorry. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - ------- the second she spoke grey could smell the liquor on her breath. it was obvious she had been drinking away her sorrows, though from what he could tell it wasn't helping much since her eyes were red from crying. without saying a word, he pulled his friend into a warm hug, holding her only long enough to show her that she wasn't alone. he was happy to not have to deal with his own thoughts for once, but at the same time he didn't want to deal with yet another relationship problem. he had enough of that going on in his own life! but it was izzy. she had always been there for him when he needed her, and now it was his turn to show that he was there for her. shaking his head, he grabbed the bottle of tequila from the brunette's hand. "you should come in. it's cold out here!" when she wasn't looking, he stuck the bottle in the hallway closet. though he wasn't one to shy away from drinking, he didn't approve of people drinking more than anyone should ever consume - not matter what the situation is. "do you want something? food? coffee?" ------- grey directed her to his living room where the football game he had been watching was still glowing from the television. he quickly used the remote to turn down the volume as he helped izzy lower herself on the couch. after he had done so, he stood awkwardly beside the couch with his hands on his hips, biting his lower lip. what was he supposed to say? all he knew is that when he and his last girlfriend had broken up he didn't want to talk about it, and the same thing with mykayla, who wasn't even his girlfriend. how was he supposed to know if izzy wanted to talk? clearing his throat, he moved one of his hands to scratch his head nervously. "um, d- do you want to... talk about w-what happened?" grey stuttered through the sentence more out of unsure notions. he finally took a seat beside her and didn't bother to put distance between themselves. they had known each other for so long that he didn't mind feeling the touch of her leg against his own as they sat. she was his friend, and though she was pretty and grey would gladly pounce if she ever gave the go on sex, he was there as that friend - and that friend only.

[isobel daniella caulfield]

Why Izzy had done this to herself was beyond her, because nothing in this relationship had been right. She should have never gotten herself involved with Kaler on a level that was more than friends. She had always had some kind of feeling for him, but this was not what she had wanted. The brunette had never wanted to get attached, she just wanted to figure out why she had these feelings that love did not exist. She wanted to get Kaler’s head off of Vidette, but obviously she had failed miserably. She was terrified to know that she had failed as a lover, but that was who she was. She hated to admit things, and then she felt Greyson’s arms wrap around her, and she had managed to slow down her tears. She had almost stopped crying, but then she entered the house and slid to the floor. She had not wanted this to happen to her; Izzy was a strong girl that let nothing get under her skin. Here she was drinking her fcae completely off, and when she had arrived at her best friend’s home she had almost the entire bottle of tequila gone. She was the kind of girl that just drank and drank and drank until she passed out. Tonight was nothing different than any other night that she was down and depressed about something.

Somehow though when she was inside her bottle of tequila was no longer in her hands, and it was not good. She was not a happy camper about it, but she just let the tears roll down her cheeks. She was sad about her life, sad that this had happened. She was hard to let anything bother her, but when it did it was like the flood gates had opened wide. He asked her if she wanted anything, but there was nothing he could offer her to make her feel better. It might have been his way of sobering her up, but it was not going to happen. She was eventually going to find that bottle and finish it, and forget everything about this night. She wanted nothing to do with her emotions, but there they were. Staring her straight in the face. “No, I don’t want anything.”

[/color] She just wanted to be numb again, let her life totally slip from her and go back to being the callous girl that she had always been. Something that she had been envious about from the beginning of her life, but that was what it was. She was a sad girl, and her tears were never ending. 

Isobel felt Greyson leading her to the living room, where there was something playing. She did not even look at the screen, but felt her hair fall down around her as she started to pick with the ends like she always did. It was her sad, nervous tick and she hated it about herself. Anyone that knew her well always knew when something was up because of it. She heard the volume of what sounded like a football game diminish softly to background noise, and then he was standing over her. It was bound to be awkward because no one liked to deal with a crying girl. Hell, Izzy hated them herself, but here she was sitting on his couch crying like a baby. “What’s to tell,”[/color] she said through sobs and tears, “I broke up with him because he is in love with someone else. We had sex and I just knew it was done. God, why did I go and get attached. I used to be that girl that never let anyone in, and then I let him in.”[/color] Finally she was admitting things that bothered her. She did not want to let Kaler in her life as anything more than a friend and now she knew above all else was his soul mate. They were friends, and even though he said they would never lose each other she felt lost. “I just feel lost....I just want it to go away. Crying doesn’t help it just upsets me more, tequila does nothing, Greyson just get my mind off of him. I want to forget everything.”[/color] For some reason Izzy felt her blue eyes lift to face him, and then she noticed how close they had been sitting. She felt his leg against hers and as her head lifted she felt her lips connect with his. This was all kinds of wrong, but yet it felt right. She just wanted to forget, and go back to being the Izzy that she always was.[/justify][/size][/blockquote]
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[greyson finn mccarthy]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,365,true][bg=ffffff] ------- before you read, this thread and post is for isobel caulfield. my boy is chilling at his lakehouse and wearing this outfit. guess who made all of this shit you see in this post? me, and i worked too hard on it for someone to take or copy it. if i find it somewhere else, i will fucking kill you and hide your body in a dumpster, got that? on another note, it's short, i know. i just didn't want to leave you hanging for so long without any thing at all. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - ------- why had he asked to hear what was wrong? grey knew he did it more out of being a friend, but in all honesty he didn't want to hear. the last thing he needed right now was another reason to hate relationships. he had just been burned by the girl he had loved since he was a kid, and now he was questioning whether love was real. hell, for all he knew he was just infatuated with her and the idea of love. maybe - just maybe - grey was more upset over losing a friendship? that would make sense, seeing that kissing mykayla only ruined a friendship of many years! in his mind, grey was trying to convince himself of this just as izzy began to talk about what had happened. she spoke about how she and kaler had broken up due to his love of someone else, and how broken she felt now over it. the whole time she was talking, grey kept his head lowered and his hands resting in his lap. he couldn't bare to look at her, knowing he'd see the pain in her eyes and the sadness written all over her face. pressing his lips together once she was done, he cleared his throat and finally looked up. "sounds... depressing." grey winced at his own words. how could he say that? out of everything he could say, all he could manage was that her situation sounded "depressing." yes, it did, but even he knew you don't tell someone that! turning towards her, a sigh escaped his mouth as he rested his hand once more on her cheek. "if it means anything at all, you're a beautiful girl and kaler is an ass to let you go. if i had you, i'd never let anything or anyone take you away!" the heat emitting from his hand to her cheek was electrifying - not to mention the body heat coming from their legs touching still. the twenty-five year old stared into her eyes for a moment longer as he bit his lower lip. something sparked in him, and within seconds he was leaning forward, skimming his lips over hers in a soft kiss. he pulled away far enough just to look at her again and see how she felt, praying she didn't slap him.

[isobel daniella caulfield]

Isobel knew that her face full of sadness and not one person needed to see herself like this. The brunette never acted like this, and she sure as hell never showed emotion such as grief or sadness. This was a whole new level for her, a level that she never wanted to reach. She hated feeling like she was so much further than rock bottom. It had been one thing whenever her mother had passed away, because it was her mother. This feeling was a whole new thing. She had never felt like this about a boy, and never had she wanted. Kaler had managed to break her heart into a million tiny splinters of what it once was. Her heart of ice had thawed when it came to being his girlfriend, but now she had to deal with all the broken pieces of icy heart. It was going to be a struggle to even bother to put them together, but eventually she should. Then again the point that this had taught her was never to fall in love. The only people you love leave, and now she had lost not only her mother but her best friend and soul mate. Kaler was going to be gone, and things would not be the same. Izzy knew that, but it was hard to think about it.

That was why she had stumbled her way in the snow to Greyson’s door, because he was one of her best friends and always helped her. Sure he probably had better things to do than to look after her, but he had opened his house to her as she stood there, apparently freezing in the cold weather. She sat on his couch bearing her soul to him, and then realized that she should not have told him about any of this. What was the point, because talking about it was not going to make it go away! Talking about being left for another woman was just a heartbreak that one does not just get over. The tequila though she had been drinking for what seemed like an eternity, was doing absolutely nothing to subdue the pain that ached in her chest. Crying just made her eyes all red and puffy, and it made her sound like a pathetic school girl. This was why she never got attached to people she was fucking around with. Kaler had been the exception, and now she was never going to let that happen again. If you were not already her friend, you could bet your ass that you were not going to get anywhere near the friend category. The last thing she needed was someone working their way into her life just to break her down again. The brunette sat there sobbing, hoping that this was going to pass soon, but knew that this feeling was going to take ages to get over. She had never had her heart broken before, because she never had a boyfriend or anything of the sort before. She listened as Greyson basically called her depressing, and it just made a fresh batch of tears fall from her eyes. She did not want to be this girl, and then his sigh snapped her out of this feeling of being completely useless.

His words though, they touched her in a way that stopped the tears. She had heard people call her sexy, gorgeous, and just a slue of other phrases, but only one other person had ever called her beautiful. Something that no one liked to use, but it meant more than anything else he could have said to her. “ It does mean something Grey, there are only two people who have ever told me that I was beautiful. You happen to be one, and the other one is the ass that let me go.”

[/color] She listened to the other part of his comment and listened to it carefully. If she were his girl he’d never let her go? She was thinking this whole thing over, and that was something she was not really wanting to think about. Another relationship, but then his fingers were under chin, and lifting her face towards him. Her blue eyes still glossy from crying, and his hand against her check was burning like fire. Kaler was the only one that made her skin react like this, but it was something she was thankful for. To know that her body still knew what it wanted, and when his lips caught hers it was something she had not expected. It was not unwelcomed, but unexpected. He pulled back from her slightly, and she stared into his eyes trying to figure out why. “You aren’t going to get slapped if that is what you are thinking.”[/color] And before he could answer, her body started to take control. Her fingers found their way to his neck and pulled him in closer. She let her lips graze his fueled with desire and want. She wanted to know that there were still people that wanted her, and Grey had made it clear that this was something they could do. She pulled her body closer to him and just let her want and desire take hold.
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[greyson finn mccarthy]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,365,true][bg=ffffff] ------- before you read, this thread and post is for isobel caulfield. my boy is chilling at his lakehouse and wearing this outfit. guess who made all of this shit you see in this post? me, and i worked too hard on it for someone to take or copy it. if i find it somewhere else, i will fucking kill you and hide your body in a dumpster, got that? on another note, i've got nothing to say, so you get this lovely line. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - ------- grey let his ice-blue eyes eyes drift down as he contemplated whether or not what he did was a good thing or a bad thing. he had kissed izzy less than a week after he had kissed mykayla. that wasn't in his character when it involved two people who were his friends! that was the bad. the good - well, he was still trying to find the good in it, but he knew there had to be something! maybe just the fact that he had kissed two beautiful girls in one week? but that was more manwhore arrogance than even grey could muster up. sighing deeply, he looked back up to find izzy's dark eyes looking into his own with sexual tension clearly etched in her body, too. they were obviously on the same wavelength, but even the twenty-five year old noted that she had been honest about her mood and situation. he was just playing off that he was his normal self - not the man who was basically trying to block his memory and true feelings from exploding at any moment. with his hand still resting on her cheek, grey smirked at her words of him not getting slapped for kissing her. he was about to reply when her lips met his again in a fierce, hungry kiss. his hand moved from her cheek to now join his other arm in wrapping around her back, pushing her as close as he possibly could get her. their bodies flat together was causing his own to go wild with sexual tension. without removing his lips from hers, he used his hands to tug at her shirt. it was soon off as they parted from the kiss. his followed and soon they were back in the same kiss. Grey then focused on pulling her onto his lap, so that she was straddling him. his night was about to become a way of forgetting his past week with kay - if only for the moment.

[isobel daniella caulfield]

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Isobel could feel the want and desire filling her body. All she wanted was to feel his skin against hers and just let everything that was plaguing her mind be pushed aside. Their kiss had sparked a whole new level of desire that she was not sure if she could fight. Grey was one of her very best friends, but yet that was why he had taken in her drunk ass and made sure she was okay. So maybe this was not the best of circumstances, but in the same token they were both adults. Well over the fact that stupid decisions happened, and if that was indeed what this was well shit happened. His skin felt hot against hers as he stared down in her eyes. It was enough to make her just want to get on with the show, because that was all she could think about. Izzy was not about to let him answer her or do anything other than kiss her and see where they ended up. Her lips caught his, and it was obvious that they both wanted this, their bodies were thinking by themselves as she kissed him fiercely. Soon he was tugging at her shirt pulling it up over her head, and then his followed. The brunette felt his arms wrap around her tightly as she ended up in his lap well aware of what was about to happen between the two of them. She was straddling him, and then there was clothing still being scattered on the floor as she had her way with him there on his couch.

The brunette had come to the house complaining about a man who had crushed her, only to be taken in by someone that was never going to stop caring about her. Hell they had just had sex, and part of her was glad that it was Grey who was the first one she slept with after Kaler. Grey knew the deepest darkest secrets that she carried in her heart, and that was just how deeply she felt for Kaler. She never would admit that she loved him, unless it was to Kaler himself, which may eventually happen. This had simply been the absolute worse day that she could have possibly asked for as she now lay on the couch next to Grey just watching the monotony that was playing on the television. She turned her body so that she could face him and snuggled her body up next to him. That was something that she was going to miss about sleeping at Kaler’s every night. Feeling another person next to her, as she buried her face in his chest. This was the only time that she felt safe, next to Grey where all of her problems seemed to disappear. She let her blue eyes look up at him and smiled, genuinely smiled at him. If she had imagined that she would have been laying on his couch curled up in a blanket that night, it never would have happened. Her night was not supposed to be like this, but she was glad that her drunken feet had taken her to him. “Thank you. For everything you do for me; even this, Grey you have no idea what you mean to me. I could not ask for a better person in my life.” She let her lips catch his in a sweet kiss as she buried her face into his chest again.