The awsome beach party.(group RP) (Open to all)

"oh." I said puting the dagger down. I sat back down and bed and quickly coverd my PJ shorts with the blanket trying to hide the wet spot. My face was like a tomatoe. "Im not that hungry." I said looking at the food and trying to distract her from noticing.

Kylar's heart jumped when he awoke and only saw the darkness. He panicked for a moment, then assured himself nothing was there with a few acute glances to the walls, corners, and entrances. "She left..."

Andromeda gave him a half-hearted smile. She didn't know what to do, she was never really put in a position like this.

"Come on honey, try to eat alright?" she said trying to urge him, "you need to eat or you'll get sick."

She thought about Kylar for a second, her eyes leaving him and looking outwards the window. Then she turned back to him and took out the book she brought from her cabin.

"I got a book for you, it's my favorite book, and I'll read it to you," she said smiling, "but only if you eat, ok?"

I looked at the food and at a little bit of it still not really hungry but uncomfortable cause of the soaked bed and my soacked PJ's. now can you read? I asked smiling a little. I pulled the blanket off forgetting I was trying to cover it and faced her.

Andromeda opened the book and sat beside him, then noticed the spot. The poor darling, she thought.
"Sweetheart, why don't you go change and I'll fix your bed and then we'll read ok? Promise," she said starting to pull the sheets of and switching them for clean ones. Andromeda didn't have problems with taking care of people, she was used to it after years of her father going in and out of depression. When she would have a hard time at home, she'd go to the closes Ronald McDonald house and help out.

Tucking in the last corner, she sat on the side of the bed and waited for Timmy. Again, she opened green covered book: "The Giving Tree."

"Have you read this book before?" she asked Timmy.

"No". I said looking up. "I cant really change". "I dont have any other cloths. I forgot them the last time I was at home." I said embarrased. I stayed standing not wanting to ruin the clean sheets.

Andromeda looked around, she wasn't sure quite what to make of this.

"Umm," she said biting her lip as she thought, "Why don't I get Kylar to help you wash those clothes while I go out and buy you some new ones?" Andromeda didn't wait for a response and walked out, leaving the book by the night stand.

Entering Kylar's cabin, she knocked first not wanting to intrude.

I layed down on the ground and fell asleep again. having the same nightmare. I "woke up" and saw a sierial killer in front of me. I screamed but nothing came out. I woke up for real and noticed I left a puddle on the ground. "Whats wrong with you?" "your such a big baby". I heard myself taunt me. I began to cry softly.

He lashed out with a dagger, as soon as he had noticed who it was however, he tried to stop his swing. The blade caught Andromeda's shirt collar, and severed it all the way down in a diagonal way, to just under her armpit. He did, however, manage to avoid cutting her. He had been too on edge. He had been a target, and barely escaped with his life, but the hunter was still out there. His mouth dropped open slightly as his eyes caught her exposed skin.

A gasp escaped her lips from pure shock and Andromeda had no time to react, not even jump back- only gasp.

With wide eyes she looked at Kylar who stood just in front of her. She tried to say something, but her lips only quivered and her eyes became teary. Was she that close to dying? Her mind was numb and her body unmoveable.

So this is how she had to be at the camp? Adrenaline finally kicked in and the fear of death ignited her body. Pushing Kylar against the wall, she pressed her lips to his- the same person that could have killed her.

He immediately pushed her off of him. Not after what had just happened. No way. He was too shaken up. Too afraid that he might agree to live with the consequences of killing someone. He shook the tears out of his eyes, as he went to his dresser and pulled out his favorite shirt. It had, in fact, once been black, but it had faded over several washes. "Here, put this on." He tossed her the shirt, sat down on his bed, and put his face in his hands. How could I?

Andromeda felt rejected, but after looking down at her shirt she felt more embarassed from the shirt then from being pushed away.

She was in such surprise of the situation that she failed to notice the slice on her shirt the revealed some of her chest.

Blushing lightly, she turned around and unbuttoned her blouse, setting it on the chair beside her. And then pulled the t-shirt over hear head, pulling it down to her waist. The fit was on slightly larger because of Andromeda's more mature figure. Turning around to face Kylar, she gave him a side smile.

"Sorry about that," she said finally as she walked to him slowly. "Well, I need you to help me with Timmy." Figuring they should probably avoid the subject of him almost killing her, she continued, "I was wondering if you could get his clothes washed while I go buy him some new ones."

Andromeda didn't feel the need to elaborate on the details so that Timmy wouldn't feel so embarassed, though Kylar would find out anyway.

He hadn't heard a single word she spoke. Which, again, he knew was bad for him, but he couldn't get off the subject. A centimeter closer and his knife would have not just penetrated her skin, but stole her life as well. It would have crossed directly through the top of her lung, causing it to drown her in her own blood. A horrible way to die. But what made him feel the weight of it the most was his love for her. He had loved her, and he wasn't one to say 'i could never take her life, i love her too much.' He loved her all right. and that was exactly why he could. "What'd you say?"

A pang of guilt hit her. She had nothing to be guilty about, but she felt it none the less. Anytime anything bad happened, it was usually her fault- only because bad things followed her. This was just the beginning, she thought.

The Curse of Chaos, she called it. The thing that relentlessly made her life a living hell.

"I... I need you to help me... T-Timmy's clothes n-need washing," she said stuttering slightly trying to keep all her emotions in. Taking in a large gulp, she swollowed her tears.

"If it's not too much trouble," her voice was weakening and became softer as she spoke.

He stood up and walked over to her, hiding his pain easily. "I'll make sure it gets done." He then, brought his lips to hers gently, closing his eyes as they met. It had been gentle at first, but then he put a little more force into it, kissing her as if she were the only thing in the world that mattered.

Andromeda's hands were in front of her when he kissed her. As he deepened the kiss, her hands unravaled so that her palms held his chest. Parting her lips, she tasted his sweetness that engulfed all her senses. All she could feel, touch, smell and taste was him. And though her eyes were closed, she felt she could see him- the real him.

Sliding her hads over to his neck and up to his hair, she pushed herself closer to him so that their bodies touched, fitting against each other until no air could pass between them. She hungered for him and had no idea where this hunger came from, but she felt so in control and out of control at the same time.

He winced slightly as his back touched the wall behind them. How did I wind up here? He wanted to think, but he was too into it. Too into her. he wrapped his arms around her moving his lips, to fit hers as in perfect formation. His eyes ipened eas soon as he realized he wasn't against a wall, but laying on his back.

A fire burned inside Andromeda and she felt it grow hotter. It felt unquenchable and only grew more and more like wildfire that seemed impossible to stop. Her body was responding to him in such a way that was perfected, as if they knew exactly what to do, like they were trained to do so.
Exploring his body with her hands, she let them slide down his neck and down his arms to his hands, tangling their fingers together and then holding them down.

Her eyes opened upon realized of the thought. She was holding his hands down. Breaking the kiss, she looked at their hands. Andromeda had him on the floor, her thighs on either side of his hips and Kylar's hands by his head as she held him on the floor.

She swallowed and looked at his hands, avoiding his eyes.

"Clothes," she said as she got off him, "Clothes... Timmy.... Later..." Andromeda mumbled as she ran out of the cabin as fast as she could.

He was stunned, if not only for a moment. He glanced down, embarressed, and crossed his legs. "Good luck for Timmy," He said, wading awkwardly to his dresser. "I have some of my old clothes from when i was his age." He knew it was sad he had saved his clothes all this time, but hey, he could use them for good now. Only moment's later he was outside Timmy's cabin.

There were so many people around her she could barely hear her thoughts, which was a good thing. That's exactly what she was trying to avoid. But after buying Timmy some new clothes and walking back to his cabin, she had some silent alone time.

It was a good thing that she had time to calm down early, else she'd be kicking herself for letting things go so far with Kylar.

She couldn't do that again. Promising herself that she'd take more control of her actions, she nodded. Yes, no more crazed teenage hormones. That's all it was, just hormones. Liking Kylar was something else, she liked him for his mind and for his humor. And her heart held a special place for him. Anything physical... Well, just hormones, she told herself.

"You have nothing to worry about," a woman's soft voice echoed in her head. But before she could even voice anything, she felt something circle around her waist.

Dropping the bag down, she lifted up Kylar's shirt that she wore. Around her waist was a thin gold chain that looked frail and easily broken.

"The hell....." she spoke out as she touched it and then pulled on it, but it could not be removed. She sighed and decided to worry about it later, picking up the bag and walking into Timmy's cabin where Kylar and the little boy awaited her.

OOC: Jeezz.... Long posts... I know xD

He suppressed the urge to say, 'Damn, I look good,' in front of timmy. But he did. His skin might have been pale, but at least it fit him. He didn't have major muscles, but his body was built rather well. He hadn't even tried to maintain the figure. He had removed his shirt to examine himself for any scars or bruises from earlier. He turned to Andromeda as she entered the room and wrapped a scarf around his kneck to hide the finger bruises. He was quite a sight, shirt in hand and scarf on. "Does this scarf make my butt look big?" he asked playfully.

Andromeda laughed, "No, but it makes you look...." She turned away then, realizing he wasn't wearing a shirt.

"Feminine," she continued as she walked to Timmy's dressed and neatly lay the clothes in place, avoiding looking at Kylar at all cost.

"I promised Timmy I'd read him this book," Andromeda picked up the Children's book and sat down with Timmy. With her legs crossed and arms around Timmy, she read The Giving Tree outloud. After a few more minutes of talking to him, she finally looked at Kylar. It wasn't her intention to ignore him, but with his shirt off she had a hard time thinking clearly.

Saying good-bye to the boys, she headed off to her cabin, but not without giving them both kisses on the cheek.

OOC: This is my last post on this thread... :)

Kylar sighed, and walked out without even saying goodbye. He in fact headed all the way to his cabin shirtless, and in the snow. He just wasn't in the mood anymore. He layed down, and let his dreams take him.

OOC: Same for me bruv

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