"Shit, shit shit!" he thought as he threw the batter into the pan and looked at the clock. "Only an hour!?" He hissed, shoving the heart-shaped raw cake into the oven. Tyler turned to the cuisine and stared in horror. Flour powered every cranny of the room, egg shells cluttered the floor, the sugar bag was tumped over, so was the cooking oil but it was spilling on the floor. The feu caster groaned. He still had to dethorn the dazzling red roses, clean, douche and get dressed!
In a hurry he sped over to the roses and stared at them, a million thorns decorated each of the twelve flowers. How do florist do it?" the thought faded away as he quickly got to picking. A hiss of pain erupted as a point dug into his skin, drawing blood. He whined and continued plucking. He finished. Blood covered his hands and he was on the edge of exploding when a smell of burning wafted into his nose. He turned and screamed as smoke erupted from the oven. Blue eyes narrowed to a orange and he stared in shock. Another burning smell broke his spell and he turned to the roses. Fire! "No..No...No.No.!" He whimpered in panic and hurriedly chunked the vase of water on them. Glaring at the clock he realized he was out of time.
Suddenly a squeak of a door sounded over the loud smoke detector. There stood an elegant Becca in a stunning blue,fitted, dress. Her hair, in springy curls, danced across her shoulders. "Ty?" Her voice trailed from her lips as she observed the image before her. The cuisine a mess, smoke loomed above them, and in the center was a tall soot haired boy, cake batter splashed his face and clothes, blood dripped from his main index finger, his hands were red stained, and he was giving the cheesest smile.
"Happy Valentine's Day, beautiful!" He chimed, trying to hide his distress, a single red rose drooped from his hands.
"Ty, what is this?" Her mouth gaped.
Ty was defeated,"Oh, Becca, I'm so sorry I tried so hard to make this perfect, but the cake and the roses and.. I'm so sorry!"
Becca smiled,"Tyler! This? This is wonderful!" She trotted up to him and hugged him, taking the fleur in her hand,"Don't be sorry!" She dashed a finger across his face and licked the batter that covered it. "I bet the cake was delicious! And this rose!' She danced around until she was in his arms again,"You must have worked so hard to pick it out," Thank you!" Becca smiled before s’embrasser him.
It felt like time had stopped, but Ty pulled away. "You're not mad?"
"Haha! No!"
"But I ruined everything!"
"You're the only present I need, Ty."
He smirked."Happy Valentine's day, Becca. I l’amour you."
Swiftly he picked her up and headed down the hallway into his room.
"I l’amour toi too."
-.-***-.-
In a hurry he sped over to the roses and stared at them, a million thorns decorated each of the twelve flowers. How do florist do it?" the thought faded away as he quickly got to picking. A hiss of pain erupted as a point dug into his skin, drawing blood. He whined and continued plucking. He finished. Blood covered his hands and he was on the edge of exploding when a smell of burning wafted into his nose. He turned and screamed as smoke erupted from the oven. Blue eyes narrowed to a orange and he stared in shock. Another burning smell broke his spell and he turned to the roses. Fire! "No..No...No.No.!" He whimpered in panic and hurriedly chunked the vase of water on them. Glaring at the clock he realized he was out of time.
Suddenly a squeak of a door sounded over the loud smoke detector. There stood an elegant Becca in a stunning blue,fitted, dress. Her hair, in springy curls, danced across her shoulders. "Ty?" Her voice trailed from her lips as she observed the image before her. The cuisine a mess, smoke loomed above them, and in the center was a tall soot haired boy, cake batter splashed his face and clothes, blood dripped from his main index finger, his hands were red stained, and he was giving the cheesest smile.
"Happy Valentine's Day, beautiful!" He chimed, trying to hide his distress, a single red rose drooped from his hands.
"Ty, what is this?" Her mouth gaped.
Ty was defeated,"Oh, Becca, I'm so sorry I tried so hard to make this perfect, but the cake and the roses and.. I'm so sorry!"
Becca smiled,"Tyler! This? This is wonderful!" She trotted up to him and hugged him, taking the fleur in her hand,"Don't be sorry!" She dashed a finger across his face and licked the batter that covered it. "I bet the cake was delicious! And this rose!' She danced around until she was in his arms again,"You must have worked so hard to pick it out," Thank you!" Becca smiled before s’embrasser him.
It felt like time had stopped, but Ty pulled away. "You're not mad?"
"Haha! No!"
"But I ruined everything!"
"You're the only present I need, Ty."
He smirked."Happy Valentine's day, Becca. I l’amour you."
Swiftly he picked her up and headed down the hallway into his room.
"I l’amour toi too."
-.-***-.-
*Shrugs* Cheer, cry, be happy, sad, angry, dunno.
Too much drama, feelings feelings feelings, this is all gonna be fluff, so if toi need the point of this article, skip to the bottom.
l’amour toi guys, really do, but this drama is toooooo much.
So, me and my OC's are going on a... vacation.
toi can still post on my wall, IM, boîte mail me, ect.
Just takin' a break from the club.
And if I'm a depressed emo faggot to you, not your fault. Stuff has happened, I should be fine in a bit.
Anyways,
Fly on~
-Raven, gone.
"So you're just going to let him leave to D.C.?" Lexi stared at her older brother.
"Yup."
"You're stupid! That's crazy toi idiot! He'll get himself killed!"
"No he won't."
"Yes he will Jaime! He'll kill the President, be banned from the Military and THEN die!" Lexi folded her arms across her chest.
"He won't kill the President Lexi, stop daydreaming."
"Then toi obviously don't know him."
"Actually I do, but toi don't. Dad is going to D.C. for a meeting with House of Representatives, and the President to talk about what was stolen from the Navy." Jaime put his hands in his pockets, staring and his little sister.
"And what makes toi think he won't go crazy?"
"Nudge will keep him under control. Trust me." Lexi almost dropped the phone that was in her hand.
"Nudge? I thought she retired."
"Nope, and Jack will be with her. Things will be fine." Jaime opened his wings an soared upwards. "You coming accueil ou what?" Lexi sighed and followed him.
"Yeah."
"Yup."
"You're stupid! That's crazy toi idiot! He'll get himself killed!"
"No he won't."
"Yes he will Jaime! He'll kill the President, be banned from the Military and THEN die!" Lexi folded her arms across her chest.
"He won't kill the President Lexi, stop daydreaming."
"Then toi obviously don't know him."
"Actually I do, but toi don't. Dad is going to D.C. for a meeting with House of Representatives, and the President to talk about what was stolen from the Navy." Jaime put his hands in his pockets, staring and his little sister.
"And what makes toi think he won't go crazy?"
"Nudge will keep him under control. Trust me." Lexi almost dropped the phone that was in her hand.
"Nudge? I thought she retired."
"Nope, and Jack will be with her. Things will be fine." Jaime opened his wings an soared upwards. "You coming accueil ou what?" Lexi sighed and followed him.
"Yeah."