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Post by carter anthony hoffman on Dec 4, 2009 2:10:13 GMT -5
 y'know, i love you, i've loved you all along[/i][/size][/font][/color] AND I MISS YOU, BEEN FAR AWAY FOR FAR TOO LONG- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
TAG: ABIGAIL O'CONNOR . LOCATION: HER PLACE
OUTFIT: HERE . WORD COUNT: ONE OH EIGHT SEVEN
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -[/font][/b][/center] Well, this was different. For the first time in nearly a year Carter and Abby were actually talking to one another. It wasn't just out of decency either, they were now able to have legit conversations with one another and it was something that Carter didn't think would happen ever again. The two of them had constantly been at each other's throats for the past year and well, despite what Carter said to other people he had missed actually talking to her. At one point in time Abby had been not only the girl he loved but his best friend and his biggest confidante. After the break up all of that had changed though and the only time either of them spoke was when they had a harsh word to pass between each other. It was sort of relieving that he could now go a complete conversation without either of them yelling at one another or throwing an insult. Sure it was good every now and then but after a year it got to the point where it was pretty shitty and was starting to get old. Carter loved Abby and even in his anger he felt bad for insulting her in the many ways that he had. That was in the past though and there was no going back on it no matter how much Carter wished that he could. It was time to focus on the here and the now and well, he only hoped that from here on out things would be better for him and Abby.
In all honesty it wasn't even their doing that had gotten the two of them talking again. It was all thanks to Raegan Parker, the girl whom Carter had kind of started dating. She had looked up to Abby as a sister and asked Carter to be nice to Abby for her sake and well, Carter had. Eventually it hadn't even been him being nice to her because Rae asked but instead because he wanted to. Too bad Rae had gotten forced to go back home because she wasn't able to see that the two were actually getting along now. Well, she had seen part of it but not how the past couple of days had really brought them closer. With his mother and her heart-attack to Rae leaving Carter had been feeling really down and just having Abby there to talk to had really made him feel better about things even if he knew they weren't getting better. He still had yet to figure out what to do about his mother but luckily him and Abby had figured out what to do when it came to Rae. Both of them were going to fly to New Jersey to see her. Before she had gotten forced back home Rae had scribbled her address and number down on a piece of paper and handed it to Carter and well, he was glad because he needed her to know that he wasn't mad at her for lying to him and he just wanted to make sure that she was going to be alright, that she was alright.
Carter felt completely overwhelmed with everything that was going on lately and he felt betrayed because he had been lied to and fell for it. No, he didn't doubt Rae's feelings toward him for a second but he just wished that she had been straight forward with him because if there was one thing that he hated more than anything else it was people who lied to him. After hearing her reasoning behind not only lying but running away from home though made him soften up toward everything that had happened. Today was going to be the day that him and Abby boarded a plane to go and see her and well, he was sort of nervous about it. The two of them hadn't been alone for awhile and he wasn't sure what was going to happen. Sure a couple of nights previously the two had hung out but this was going to be an entire weekend away from the world in a different state. Yes they were going to see Rae but that still left the nights in the hotel room. No, Carter wasn't thinking that anything like that was going to happen but there was bound to be lots of conversation and other things of that nature, right? The young man had promised Abby that he would arrive a bit earlier than expected though to help her with some last minute sewing or whatever it was she had to do with her business. He swore to god no matter how much he hated it this woman would always have him wrapped around her little finger. He was going to sew for god's sake. Carter Hoffman, football legend, bad boy of New Haven was going to sew.
After the ex-football star had packed up his car with his suitcase and backpack Carter drove to his ex-girlfriend's house with a million thoughts blaring through his mind. He tried to push them away though as he stopped at the store to pick up some fabric that Abby had asked for before climbing back into the car and continuing his journey to her home. Once the car was parked and he had the fabric in his hands along with his keys Carter moved up the walkway and when he was at the door he brought his hand up to it and knocked. Waiting patiently for someone to answer he glanced around, taking in the neighborhood but after a few moments he got irritated that no one was answering and just turned the doorknob, pleased to find that the door was unlocked and stepped inside. "Abbs!
[/color]" He called into her home but didn't hear an answer so made his way further into her home after closing the door and sat the fabrics down on the kitchen table. " Hey Goober, where are you?[/color]" He called out again, waiting for her to make an appearance while he moved to the coffee maker and began to brew a pot. He knew how Abby was with her coffee and after the lack of sleep he had received the night before he could even do with a nice big mug of it. Plus, he needed some sort of supplement to keep him focused while she made him sew and before they went on the plane. God, the plane, that was one thing he was going to try to avoid thinking about until later.[/justify][/blockquote] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
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Post by coop on Dec 8, 2009 22:02:36 GMT -5
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( CARTER ?! PJS/OUTFIT. 1382 WORDS. COMPLETE! )
"NEVER TOO LATE" LYRICS BY THREE DAYS GRACE
CREDIT TO OH SO COOPERNATURAL ! @ CAUTION 2.0
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Abigail had successfully become the ditsy brunette that most people who saw her from afar seemed to think she was. The girl had stayed up all night trying to get her work in before she had to leave with Carter, that she had even forgotten what day it was until her brother mentioned it to her. She'd been in such a tired state, that she'd even mistaken his question toward her, and made a fool of herself in a public chartroom. She knew that they'd be gone for more than the weekend, what was she thinking? They had two important trips to make, and while she was quite nervous about being with Carter in a city where they'd be considered alone, she was also very excited about the entire thing. In all honesty, Abigail missed Raegan, even if it had only been a short time. She didn't even get to say goodbye to her, and beat herself up about it earlier that day. She should have known that something was wrong. The way that girl was didn't make sense. At least, not until she knew the truth. No matter what Abby said, she hated to see Carter surround himself with girls, but with Rae things had been different. She loved her, and if that was what made her happy, then she was happy. Yes, it was quite awkward, but the two had a friendship that couldn't be punctured by a boy. Even if it was a boy they both were in love with, admittedly so or not. Sadly, this O'Connor came to find that she didn't know Rae as well as she thought she had, and that one of her most prized relationships was tainted. That's why she had to go, she needed to fix things. Rae would want her time with Carter, this she understood, but that wasn't the only wound that needed mending. Abigail just wanted to understand.
This trip had been a blessing, regardless if she had to go see the proclaimed she bitch that had given the world two boys that she adored. Abigail had never been the one to get along with that woman. In fact, they'd gotten into it time after time, because she was butting her nose into she and Carter's relationship. She tried to convince her son that Abby was only going to hold him down, just like any other girl. That he should get what he wanted, and move on, because that was the way to avoid heartbreak. Abigail hated her for that, and even though their fights were harsh, she'd taken it upon herself to prove that woman wrong, because he had been worth it. And while Abby was gladly willing to be there for her handsome friend, she wasn't exactly looking forward to that look. You know the look, the one that said I told you so. It angered her that his mother would have that satisfaction over her son's loss, but the brunette couldn't help but have hope that she would see the error of her ways and change for her sons. Sadly, though, she knew the bitch just wouldn't do it, even if she was going to croak.
The day had been trying in all sense of the word. Abigail had managed to fall even further behind than she wanted to, thanks to her newly healing relationship and this special little thing called Everclear. The two had managed to polish off more than their take just the first night, and then went on to have another. That next one, though, she'd had enough of the joy she'd had while her mind was clouded. She didn't want to say anything she was going to regret, but at the same time, wanted what she had with him back so badly, that she didn't care at the moment if things would link them romantically. This little fashionista missed her best friend. In that display, she'd made an attempt at losing those foggy waves, and gestured a night without the bottle, just to see if they could do it. She wanted him sober, above all else, because she needed to know if it was worth it or not. To her surprise he was a complete gentleman about it, even though she should have known all along. It had just been so long that she'd forgotten what it was like. He kept his hands to himself, with the exception of a hug here or a tickle there. He'd slept on the floor next to her bed, rather than her nice couch that she knew he knew was comfortable, and he never once tried to push himself in her bed. They'd managed to spend nights together without fighting, without sex, and without a single awkward moment. Still, she didn't think it would prepare her for this trip.
She couldn't help but be nervous.
Carter wasn't the only conflict she'd been dealing with, sadly. Taryn seemed to be mad at her again, and with little reason why as always. Abigail shrugged it off, though. She was used to being the blame, even if she hadn't anything to do with it. She figured it was easier for Taryn to hate her, because if she liked her that would have made things okay. Abby knew that her baby sister wasn't happy living in her shadow. It wasn't until recently that she'd even knew she'd produced one to live in. Taryn had so many things that Abby didn't. She had a future ahead of her, and a strength that no one saw enough of, because they were too busy noticing that she wasn't the nicest girl around. That was the littlest O'Connor's fault, though. It couldn't be denied. Abby just hoped that the two would get along, one day soon, because someday,Tar would be gone. Brody, not too long after, and she'd be left alone in a town she hated, wasting away. Sometimes she just couldn't understand. She knew that she'd done things to make Taryn mad, and though she does regret it, has done things just to shove them in her face. She likes to try and tell herself that it's because her little sister is so inconsiderate and such a brat that she forgets what Abby has done for her. She forgets that Abby was the one to take care of her, when her aunt just couldn't help. That Abby had been the one to defend her daily against anyone who'd cross her path, and that Brody wasn't the only one to show fist for her. None of that mattered, though, because they were sisters. They'd find a way to deal with it.
In the mean time, Abigail had other things to worry about. Things that had a deadline, and wouldn't be accepted any other way. Not only did she have a dress to make for her darling sister, but she had to tie up loose ends on an entire line of clothing, because her pitch was coming up. She wouldn't even let herself begin to think about the financial issues she was about to endure. She'd been putting all the money she had in this operation, besides rent and other necessities. She knew she couldn't count on her aunt and uncle, because she was going against their wishes and they wanted no part of it. In fact, it seemed as if they were doing everything they could to get her back in school; including bringing an admissions councilor to dinner over the holidays, and embarrassing her in front of her siblings. No, what she needed was a sponsor. Something she should already be spotting for. Abby couldn't think about such things right now, though. Actually, that term was quite literal, seeing as how she was lying there on the floor, sprawled among her designs, fabric and pins. Her sewing machine was still on, and using up power as was her lamp that didn't produce much light throughout the sun's morning rays that fled through her windows. She hadn't even been able to lock the door before she'd fallen under, nor could she hear Carter as he came in now as we speak. No, all she could do was lay there, surrounded by her dreams and wrapped up in his old hoodie and her favorite pajamas.
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Post by carter anthony hoffman on Dec 9, 2009 2:06:24 GMT -5
y'know, i love you, i've loved you all along [/i][/size][/font][/color] AND I MISS YOU, BEEN FAR AWAY FOR FAR TOO LONG- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
TAG: ABIGAIL O'CONNOR . LOCATION: HER PLACE
OUTFIT: HERE . WORDS: ONE FIVE TWO ZERO
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -[/font][/b][/center] You ever have one of those trips that you’re looking forward to yet not looking forward to at the same time? That was the case in the trip that Carter was going to embark on with Abigail later this day. The trip to New Jersey he was both nervous and excited for. Nervous because after what happened when the police came to his house to get Raegan he wasn’t sure how she was going to react by seeing him at her front door and excited because even though they had only dated for a few hours she was still one of those females that Carter trusted with a lot of things. In all honesty she had reminded him what it felt like to be cared about and how it felt to have someone to talk to once again. He never realized how much he had changed since the break up with Abby until he started to really look at himself through another’s eyes. Raegan didn’t know everything there was to know about Carter, hell, the only person who really did apart from his brother, Ethan, was his ex-best friend / ex-girlfriend, Abigail O’Connor. Raegan had come pretty close to getting him to open up though and it had been without effort on her end. If asked there was no way that Hoffman would be able to explain why he felt like he could trust the petite brunette or why he was so instantly drawn to her: those were mysteries that were probably never going to be solved. Carter had sat in his room for hours upon hours trying to piece it together but he hadn’t figured it out, why he wasn’t sure but there had to be reasoning. That was something he was happy to let figure itself out though, he was perfectly content just knowing that the young female had changed his life so much.
Now, the trip to Los Angeles he was supposed to be going on after visiting Raegan was one that he was not looking forward to at all except for the part that Abby and himself would actually have time alone. No, his mind was not going to the gutter or all the things that two more than likely horny adults could do in a five star hotel bedroom but instead it was focused on how much they could actually catch up on without interruptions after sorting things out with his mother. The trip to Los Angeles was only happening because Carter knew that he would never forgive himself if his mother passed away and he could have prevented it. Her heart was failing and he knew that she needed good care, the best of care and even though she demanded him to take care of her, saying that it was the least he could do after all the trouble she went through raising him Carter still went there to try to help her. His mother had to be the most unpleasant person in the world. Not only was she emotionally and verbally abusive throughout his childhood but she was also physically abusive and was convinced that both Carter and Ethan were ‘problem children’ and needed to, as she put it, ‘be put in their place’. That was always her excuse for hitting them, for punching them and for beating them until they couldn’t take it anymore. She didn’t care about anyone other than herself and if you crossed her in any way possible you were sure to pay for it. Even though Carter acted like she didn’t affect him anymore in any way whatsoever she did. Deep down the young football coach was still scared to death of his mother, maybe that was why he finally ended up decided to fly to Los Angeles to put her in a good care home.
So far the broken relationship that Carter and Abby once shared was slowly mending itself. At first it had been because of the alcohol involved but now he saw that it wasn’t needed for them to have a civil conversation and a few laughs. On the first night without any alcohol he was shocked by how smoothly it went and even though he wanted to wrap his arms around her and beg for her to come back to him, to be his girlfriend once again, to kiss those sweet lips of hers, to lay down beside her and talk to her until she fell asleep with her head on his chest he resisted. Instead the floor by her bed had been good enough for him because at least he was able to lay there and talk with her until she fell asleep and then he too passed away into dream world, the steady sound of her breathing was what had lulled him to sleep that night. It was easy to say that Carter was still in love with her, in fact, it was easy to say that he was still completely head over heels for her but with their past, the way things had ended for them he was doubting that the two of them could ever be more than just friends. Carter didn’t know if she still loved him, if she still felt the way about him that she had proclaimed she once had. Was this one of those situations where time could not heal the wounds made, where over time their love did not grow stronger but instead slowly slipped away?
As the young man shuffled about in her kitchen, taking out two coffee mugs, the creamer from the fridge, some sugar and a spoon he let his thoughts wander away from all the things it seemed to be burdened with lately and instead focus on remembering how she liked her coffee. How could he forget? The answer was he couldn’t. They may have barely talked over the past year but Carter still remembered the simple things about her. Her favorite color, her favorite meal, the way she liked her coffee, how she hated early mornings, how she was scared to death of the water and of the completely darkness and how she absolutely hated it when he came out of nowhere and scared the shit out of her. Honestly Carter doubted that he would ever forget those things, they were all memories that he had from even before she was dating, little things that he had picked up over the past few years. Once the coffee pot stopped brewing Carter flipped the switch so it turned off and removed the pot from its holder and poured coffee in the two mugs before placing it back where it belonged. He then moved to put the creamer in it along with the right amount of sugar in Abby’s then proceeded to make his own cup. Once the sugar and creamer were back where they belonged Carter moved over to the cabinet and searched to see if she had anything worth making to eat and after realizing that her cupboards were pretty bare he took his phone out of his pocket and ordered a pizza, their favorite kind before putting the phone back in his pocket, tucking the fabric under his arm and picking up the two mugs of coffee and going to look for where Abby could be.
It didn’t take him long to find her on the living room floor practically buried in her work and he couldn’t help but chuckle slightly at the sight. “Someone’s been a busy beaver.
[/color]” He spoke up, shaking his head in amusement as he placed the cups of coffee on her coffee table and then moved to put the fabric he had bought her on the couch beside him. Carter’s hands moved to his jacket and he tugged it off of himself and draped it over the arm of the couch and slid out of his sneakers next before taking a seat down on the floor beside her: after he had made room to get over there that is. “ Alright, so I picked up the fabric you needed, made you a fresh pot of coffee, ordered some pizza and now I’m here to offer you my talented hands so that we can meet this deadline.[/color]” The young man smiled as he let his steel blue eyes take in the form of the girl beside him. In all honesty he was shocked that she still had that hooded sweatshirt that she had stolen off of him forever ago. It actually made him feel kind of good. Carter had always loved seeing her in his clothes and right now was no exception. It took a few moments for those blue orbs of his to tear away from her but once they did he glanced around at the pile of fabric around them. “ Okay, so, um, what exactly am I going to do?[/color]” He paused for a moment, scratching at his freshly shaven face before sighing slightly. “ And don’t worry, I won’t sew the arm to the neck hole again, I’ve learned my lesson.[/color]” Of course the last sentence was said with a smirk and even a small laugh as well.[/justify][/blockquote] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
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Post by coop on Dec 19, 2009 9:09:18 GMT -5
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( CARTER ?! PJS/OUTFIT. #### WORDS. INCOMPLETE! )
"NEVER TOO LATE" LYRICS BY THREE DAYS GRACE
CREDIT TO OH SO COOPERNATURAL ! @ CAUTION 2.0
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