- - - see me like i see you [open]

[lizzy2]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,padding-left:16px; padding-top:0px; padding-right:0px; padding-bottom:0px; background-image:url(http://i51.tinypic.com/2nbr3oi.jpg) ] you don’t want me, no you don’t need me like I want you, like i need you. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Channing was trying to get work done, she really was. But in her two bedroom apartment with her younger brother, Max, it was a little difficult. It was great having him here, it really was. But Channing felt he made her productivity wane more than it should have. He was a freshman, majoring in psychology, while she was a junior majoring in political science with a psych minor. And in two days, she had a ten page paper due that still needed two and a half more pages. Her topic was al-Qaeda and the war on terrorism, and it had taken her longer than expected to write. Especially when Max was always questioning her about different professors and such. She loved the kid, he was her best friend, but she needed some quite writing time. So, Channing headed to Starbuck’s. She threw on a slightly oversized sweatshirt, but kept it from being sloppy with riding boots, skinny jeans, and a neat high ponytail. Grabbing her MacBook, she said bye to her brother, and walked the three blocks to the coffee shop. Luckily, she hadn’t had to deal with paparazzi on her way. Channing couldn’t see their fascination with her. Sure, her parents were two of the biggest socialites in Manhattan, but honestly? Channing had been at Yale for three years and hadn’t caused a bit of trouble. She’d been in no drunken bar fights, hadn’t flashed a camera, and hadn’t gotten anything by straight A’s since day one. She seemed a bit boring for news, but they still printed pictures of her with small captions quite regularly. Finally reaching Starbuck’s, she ordered a hot chocolate with extra whipped cream. ”The name on that is Channing,” she said with a smile, and the barista returned a shy smile and a slight blush. ”Oh, I know.” Channing cleared her throat and nodded, picking a table in the corner and waiting for her drink. When they called her name, she went to retrieve it before going back to her corner. Channing always felt it a big odd when people knew her name. But it wasn’t uncommon. She’d even been asked for her autograph twice, which had just pushed her uncomfortable meter over the edge. So, Channing typed away on her computer, taking a sip of hot chocolate every once in a while. But by the time she hit nine pages, the brunette was stuck. Leaning back against her chair, she sighed. OPEN. 408 WORDS. OUTFIT. TEMPLATE BY OH SO COOPERNATURAL ! @ CAUTION.

[cyrus james costello]

you're the one that i should never take, but i can't sleep until i devour you - - - - -

Cyrus supposed that he was living the good life, actually, he was pretty sure of that much. He had his own business that he loved, he had friends, a whole little cluster of people that mattered to him. All in all, he was a happy guy. There were some days though, where he couldn't help but miss the life that he'd left behind to follow his dream of going to Julliard all the way across the country from Bluewater, California. He'd loved it there, he had been in love while he was there with a boy who most people wouldn't expect him to love, his parents were there, his best friend, so much of the things that he'd gotten used to in his life he'd left behind. His dads had said time and time again that they were going to move back to the east coast, but he liked having the distance from them. From the two of them and all their insanity that surrounded whatever the fuck they'd become over the years. Then there was Xander who he felt like he never saw enough, which, was probably the truth, but in some ways he was still his best friend.

Kahlua, though, that was the one that he was hung up on and had been from the moment that he'd realized that Damen was going to be back in his life. The ended of that relationship hadn't been something that he'd wanted. They had tried to make it work, they really had. But living across the country from the boy that you loved, well, it wasn't an easy task. It was one that he'd been sure they were going to survive when he'd decided to go to Julliard. Somethings, though, just weren't meant to last. Apparently his relationship with Koo was something that he needed to move on from. It'd been years since he'd seen the other boy, and he couldn't help but feel a slight longing for him. Nothing that would slow him down, though, which was exactly why he was walking into the Starbucks that day. He needed to just keep on keepin' on with his usual day to day. And his usual day to day always included more than one cup of coffee through out it.

This was to be his second, not so bad if he did say himself but there were some days where he wondered if he needed to be worried about his caffeine intake. They knew him well here, which really, was to be expected given how often he came into this particular shop. With the drink already well and done by the time that he got to the register all he could do was smile at the barista with that all too charming grin and thank her as he paid. Blue eyes then searched around the cafe before landing on his seat, the one that he always sat in. Instead of it being open though, there was a woman sitting in it. There was only one solution to this problem, take the open seat beside her. Which he did rather smoothly before pulling his book out. It was the look on her face that caused him to say something though. "You look stumped," he commented in observative tones, with a hint of compassion. "It usually helps if you take a break and give your brain a rest. Just some advice." Which she could take or leave and he really wouldn't mind either way. Just like she could take or leave the opening for conversation.

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[lizzy2]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,padding-left:16px; padding-top:0px; padding-right:0px; padding-bottom:0px; background-image:url(http://i51.tinypic.com/2nbr3oi.jpg) ] you don’t want me, no you don’t need me like I want you, like i need you. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Channing hadn’t had many boyfriends, and she’d definitely never been in love. Her first boyfriend was Thomas Vivante, more affectionately known as Tommy, in fifth grade. They’d ‘dated’ for three weeks, then broken up because Tommy had a crush on Winter Stevens. So that one was a bust. In high school, she dated Jeff Ridges sophomore year for about four months. Jeff played lacrosse with Channing’s brother, Max, so that was how the two met. Jeff was nice, handsome, a bit on the quiet side. Their dates weren’t anything spectacular – mostly just going out to the movies and dinner on a Friday night. Ultimately, he’d broken up with her because it was weird to see himself in the magazines every now and again. Funny… did most people like that feeling? Then junior year, there was Mike Madsen, president of student council, all around nice guy. He and Channing had dated for about a year, and they’d started saying ‘I love you’ after just a couple of months. But Channing had always sort of felt like it was just something you said, and that you didn’t necessarily have to mean it. Getting butterflies every time you kissed? Thinking about that person all the time? Loving someone so much that you’d sacrifice anything for them? No, she didn’t know what that was like. Well, she’d sacrifice anything for Max, but that was different. He was family. But in her three years at Yale, she hadn’t dated at all. She’d zoned out a bit, but was snapped back into reality by a male voice. Turning to look at him, Channing gave him a warm smile. ”That’s actually not a bad idea,” the brunette said, making sure to save her work before closing her lap top. She extended a hand his way, tilting her head to the side just slightly. ”I’m Channing,” she said. Channing usually avoided giving her first and last name, because if they didn’t recognize her before, chances were they would after hearing the name “Whitley.” Not everyone, but it happened more often than not. She took another sip of her hot chocolate, and shifted in her chair to be a bit more comfortable. Of course ,there was the chance that the guy was just offering up a tip, not looking for conversation, but that would become apparent momentarily. Channing was very much a people person, although pre-Yale she was a bit on the shy side. It was her junior year, now, and she’d come out of her shell a lot more. OPEN. 408 WORDS. OUTFIT. TEMPLATE BY OH SO COOPERNATURAL ! @ CAUTION.

[cyrus james costello]

you're the one that i should never take, but i can't sleep until i devour you - - - - -

Striking up conversation with someone that he didn't know really wasn't something that farfetched for Cyrus Costello. He was a good sort of kid that genuinely liked people and if he were to be perfectly honest it was in this exact way that he'd met more than a few of the people he could call his good friends by this point. Cyrus really was the kind of guy that could go into a party not knowing anyone and come back out having twenty new friends that wanted to see him all the damn time. When you were a charming charismatic son of a bitch like Cyrus, it just happened. Coffee shops were no different. And this girl, well, he saw no reason not to talk to her.

Cyrus sat there with that half smile on his lips as he watched her save her work and then close her laptop. He remembered those days of sitting in front of the computer stressing himself out over some paper that counted for a stupid amount of his grade. And truth be told, he really didn't miss them. Genius he might've been, but college had been so much more than just numbers and words. It had been about entwining his people skills with his brain and finding a happy medium between the two in which he could survive the long winded years at college. Not really the most fun time of his life, and it took a bit of adjustment, but he was all the happier when it was said and done and maybe a bit wiser.

His own hand reached out to meet hers and he gave it a gentle shake before resting back in his seat. "I'm Cyrus," he greeted. The name sounded slightly familiar, but, being a boy who still had people as him about his dad or his family he was more than good with just ignoring it all. And if this girl did indeed have to deal with people bringing her up all the time, he was sure that she was well and ready for someone to simply see her as Channing. Not the girl who came from whatever family. "What're you workin on?" he asked, because, there was nothing quite like an ice breaker. "Oh, and by the way, you're sitting in my chair," he let out in teasing tones with that all too cat like smile on his lips.

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[lizzy2]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,padding-left:16px; padding-top:0px; padding-right:0px; padding-bottom:0px; background-image:url(http://i51.tinypic.com/2nbr3oi.jpg) ] you don’t want me, no you don’t need me like I want you, like i need you. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - ”Really nice to meet you,” Channing said with a wide smile. And she definitely meant it. Meeting new people was always good. Channing used to be a bit more awkward than she was these days, but the girl had never been shy. That was the thing about being raised in the public eye – you either shied away from social interactions or you grew to embrace them. Luckily, Channing had taken up the latter of the two choices. She and her brother were the same in that way – he was a major people person too. In fact, the siblings were incredibly similar in many ways. They both loved children and animals, both were kind and innocent, and both didn’t want to live like their parents. Channing wasn’t quite sure what she would do with her poli-sci major, but she figured the world could use an honest politician out there. ”Oh,” she said, glancing at her lap top. ”It’s an essay for my current events class, over al-Qaeda and the war on terrorism. I’m a political science junior at Yale,” she said with a sigh. The title came off as long winded and pretentious, but Channing didn’t mean it that way. It’s just what she was. The brunette never had been a show off, nor was she a name dropper or anything like that. She laughed and raised her eyebrows at his comment about the chair. ”Is it? I must have missed your name on it…” she said, pretending to look the chair over as though she’d find the name ‘Cyrus’ etched into it somewhere. ”But I can’t say that it won’t happen again. This is the best seat in all of Starbuck’s. You have good taste, my friend,” she said with another laugh. It was Channing’s favorite place to sit. It was slightly secluded in the corner, but you could still look up and see everything that was going on. OPEN. 319 WORDS. OUTFIT. TEMPLATE BY OH SO COOPERNATURAL ! @ CAUTION.

[cyrus james costello]

you're the one that i should never take, but i can't sleep until i devour you - - - - -

The thing about meeting girls that Cyrus had realized was that you had the girls that were all kinds of sweet and giggly. The sort that liked to act like they didn't know anything. Then you had the girls like this one. Sweet, a bit witty, and most certainly not a moron that wasn't worth his time. The more time that he had started spending with Channing the more that he knew that this was a girl who he was actually going to want to spend time talking to opposed to those girls that drove him a little crazy. "Pleasure is all mine I'm sure," he said with a sweet tone to his voice before leaning back in his chair and taking a drink off of his coffee.

His brows shot right up to his hairline when she told him what her paper was about and he couldn't help but smile a bit amazed like at her. "Wow, that's really impressive," and wasn't it just. Seeing as Cyrus himself had more than a bit of brains to him, not that he ever really used it, and this girl was choosing a field that he didn't often meet women taking. "So, what made you choose political science?" he asked that curious expression on his features. He knew himself that everyone had different reasons for choosing what they did in their lives. He himself had followed his passion. He was lucky enough to have the money to do so.

An easy laugh left his lips when she moved to look in the seat for his name and he couldn't help but shake his head. "Oh, well, you just aren't looking quite right. It's written on there in invisible thread. There's a trick to looking at it," he informed her with a sharp nod before letting out another easy laugh as he sat up in his own seat so that he could be a bit closer to her. "Seems that you have good taste as well. Guess that means that I'm just gunna have to camp out in that seat all day and night after you leave, to make sure that you don't keep taking it," he teased and then took another drink of his coffee.

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[lizzy2]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,padding-left:16px; padding-top:0px; padding-right:0px; padding-bottom:0px; background-image:url(http://i51.tinypic.com/2nbr3oi.jpg) ] you don’t want me, no you don’t need me like I want you, like i need you. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Channing had never understood the girls who acted vapid and mindless. Sure, there were the guys that were threatened by a woman who was more intelligent than they were, but that could be fun. The brunette was used to being more intelligent than a lot of people. She wasn’t a genius, but she worked hard and used her brain. She was a hard worker, a perfectionist, and an over achiever. Dumbing herself down was a completely foreign concept. Sure, in high school, she was picked on. Probably not as much as if her parents hadn’t been famous, but still. Picked on. And it didn’t faze her. Channing didn’t care a great deal about what others thought of her. Sure, it was nice to be liked, and she would never go out of her way to step on anyone’s toes. But people had never been her main concern. She was a book worm, a nerd, and all synonyms that went with them. Her goal had always been to be the best she could be, be perfect, and go to Yale. And here she was. She couldn’t help but grin at his obvious appreciation. ”Thanks.” Then he asked Channing a question that she was used to having to answer. ”Politics have always interested me,” she said easily. It was a vague answer, but that was almost all there was to it. ”Plus, it would be nice to see a politician with some morals, right?” Channing grinned and ran a hand through her hair. She’d thought about medicine, and law, but hadn’t really been able to see herself in a hospital, doing surgeries or in a court room, defending a client. They just didn’t seem like great fits for her. And yet, she was interested in the law, and in foreign affairs. ”Or I’d thought it would be interesting to be an ambassador, something like that.” ”Invisible thread?” Channing asked, raising her eyebrows. ”Impressive.” She liked his easy sense of humor, his joking tone. At his comment about camping out, she shook her head. ”Well I just don’t know what I’ll do then! I guess I’ll have to deal with the not nearly as good spot that you’re sitting in right now,” she said with a smile before taking a drink of her coffee. ”So what do you do? Are you in school?” OPEN. 390 WORDS. OUTFIT. TEMPLATE BY OH SO COOPERNATURAL ! @ CAUTION.