Textmebaby,//Mort

[Mortimer Edison]

Fr: Mort
Great minds think alike. Check outside...
CB: 999-0666

Mort stood across the hall from Xio's door, smirking as he sent the message. He was either going to get a kiss or a slap in the next few moments. It was a win-win situation.
[Creeeeeeper!]

[Xio Beckett]

Fr: Xio
What…?
CB: 999-6283

Xio pushed away the blankets covering her feet and stood in confusing, her phone lying on her bed, forgotten as she stood to look outside, not real sure what he meant. Check outside? She quietly padded to her dorm room dorm, grateful that for once, her roommates were out and about because it would have sucked to have been bawling like that in front of all of them. They would have probed all of guilty problems out of her, no doubt until there was nothing left of her but a crying mess on the floor. When had things gotten so confusing. One more she was sure she was only in love with Evan and the next she was kissing Mort. What kind of person did that make her? It scared Xio just to think about it. Xio opened her dorm room door and leaned out into the hall in curiosity and who else did she find but none other that Mort. Her eyes went a little wide in surprise at the sight of him and her she stared at him from the door way. “Hey…” She said softly, biting her lip. Well, she had wanted to talk it out in person…”Uhm…come in?”

[Mortimer Edison]

Mort smiled softly as the girl poked her head out at him. It was the little things like that that made her look so damn cute. Hell, he could barely stop himself from jumping straight at her right then and there. He hesitantly took a few steps toward her, then paused. "Er... are you sure that's a good idea? If I come in I might never leave..." He blushed shyly at this admission and looked straight down at his feet. "But... uh... did you want to say something?" The demon peeked up at her for a few moments, then his eyes raced back down to the ground. The shy guy act worked every time.

[Xio Beckett]

God, how pathetically naïve could Xio get? Pretty damn much. The girl was so gullible it was really was kind of sad. And even worse, here she was, killing herself, trying to straighten out her thoughts when it was clear to everyone but her that she could not because there was nothing to clear. She was getting played, so bad that it wasn’t even funny. Only Xio. Seriously. His shy boy act? She totally fell for him as expected. Gosh, that girl has problems. Her cheeks went instantly red at the sound of his words and she shyly looked away to the floor before shrugging innocently. “Its okay,” she smiled. “I promise not to let things get out of hand.” Ha. As if things were really up to her. She nodded her head and stepped back to let him come in. Yeah, she had stuff she needed to say, she just didn’t know what she needed to say. She still didn’t know how she felt about him but she did know that guilt rotting away at the pit of her stomach.

[Sue me, its 4:30 a.m >_<]

[Mortimer Edison]

Mort smiled up at her comment. "Heh, I'm glad one of us will have some control," he murmered awkwardly as he made his way into the room. He paused when he reached the doorway and looked up at Xio. His blue-green eyes locked deeply with hers for what seemed like hours, as if he was caught in some kind of trance. Finally he leaned into the girl and gently kissed her on the lips, his eyes still shining through hers. A hand moved from his side and squeezed the girl's, then released as the boy pulled back from the kiss. Blushing, he made his way toward a chair next to a bed and sat on it, looking up at the girl reluctantly. "Well, I guess you should just tell me to piss off and get it over with," he suggested disappointedly, shrugging slightly.

[Xio Beckett]

God, one of them had better have self control! It wouldn’t be too good if she fell in way over head. Things happened when you had no control and they usually didn’t lead to anything good and in this case, it could only lead to worse thing than were already happening. It was bad enough that she had basically let Mort kiss her back there. More than once. That waas some level of cheating on Evan and trust me, she felt horrible. And now he was back and she wasn’t even stopping him. A small part of her wanted him there no matter how much she knew it was a bad idea. Maybe it was the simple lies he was good at, or the way he stared at her and looked into her eyes like he was trying to find an important answer in there or something but Xio was falling really hard, really fast and it was not good at all. Seduced was more like but well, like Mort was dumb to make it look like anything less than love. He had her wrapped around his finger like putty. Maybe if Evan was around she’d been thinking way more clearly but he wasn’t and Mort smartly used that to his advantage.

Not only that, hell, he was smart enough to use other things against her as well, like Evan’s sexuality. It was so obvious that it still bothered her a little bit and he took that full including playing the “He doesn’t deserve you card.” Now on a normal basis Xio would have just shaken her head and said ‘please, I don’t deserve him but Mort did this so well it was almost pointless. That shy guy act he had going made her want to hug him and say “No wait! I’m sorry!” As if it were her fault she didn’t love him. Here breathing went a little shallow as he paused in the doorway and she stared at him, knowing what was coming and knowing she wasn’t going to stop him. She reflexively started to lean into the kiss and had just enough strength to not kiss him back…much. Xio squeezed his hand back and gulped, the whole time cursing herself. God, she was such a bad person, it killed her. She frowned at Mort and sat across from him on the bed. “Mort…I--I can’t do this…I love Evan…but I don’t wanna hurt you.”

[Mortimer Edison]

And now a tap dance, performed by Mortimer Edison.

When Xio hardly kissed him back he could tell what was coming - the gentle letdown. “Mort…I--I can’t do this…I love Evan…but I don’t wanna hurt you.” God. Did she realise how much ammunition she just gave him? This was so perfect. He could stay with this girl forever. He frowned at the human and his hand shyly reached out for hers. "Xio... how many boyfriends have you had?" Judging from the stories he had heard around the school, the answer was none. "How do you know you love him if you have nothing to compare it with?" For the finisher, he gazed at her intensely. "You don't want to hurt me? Then don't. I love you, and I know that for a fact. How many times do I have to tell you? I love you, I love you, I love you." This wasn't a complete lie. He did love her more than maths.

"I. Love. You." There was a look of pain on his face, like his heart was being torn from his chest. Well, if he had a heart. He stared at her for another few long moments, then stood up with a pained sigh. His hand released Xio's and he made his way to the door, only to look back at her over his shoulder. There was now a look of desperate need on his face. He felt pathetic, but he was sure that Xio would lap this up. He relied on it. His eyes screamed out "I love you!"

He had placed all his chips on the table. If he didn't win this bet, he'd be done for the night, but definitely no longer than that. Well... he did have one other trick up his sleeve before he left, but even that wouldn't completely save the situation. He just hoped that she'd make things easier and stop him from leaving.

[Xio Beckett]

Wow. How incredibly stupid could Xio get? Seriously, this girl was just gathering so much stuff to give him. She was just screaming to be used and thrown away. God, she really needed to stop talking. No, she needed to fucking get her shit straight and remember that she was in love and had Evan and that Mort was no one compared to him, but dammit, there was something about him--she didn’t know what--that was so enticing. Oh, he was good. He played his game well. How many boyfriends? What kind of question was that? That was such an obvious answer he shouldn’t have had to ask. Hell, this is Xio. Miss Anti Social. How may boyfriends, one, if Evan even counted himself as her boyfriend. She stared at him, almost ashamed to answer it. “Well, one--” She started and bit her lip as he went on. When he said it like that (Damn his ability to act well) it sounded so right that she wanted to believe it. Her jaw dropped a little in defense but nothing came out. What if he was right? How could she be sure if she loved Evan when she had never been apart from him. She kept wanting to say something but nothing was coming out. It was all running through her mind and she wanted to tell him that she didn’t want to hurt him but she didn’t know how to say that without it coming out wrong. She blinked furiously, feeling the tears well up, her mouth going dry. Every time he said a chill went down her spine. Not even Evan had ever told her that he loved her to technically Mort was the first person to even say it and that made it so much harder for her to push him away. She didn’t know what to say, so she just stared, the panic rising in her as he let her hand go and stood up. She wanted to yell ‘WAIT!’ and tell him to stay but she had no idea where to go from there, she just didn’t want him to leave feeling hurt. She couldn’t take that look on his face. Like she was ripping apart from the inside. Xio stood up quickly, lost for words that made sense.

“Mort--please--” She sucked in a desperate breath and took a step towards him. “Don’t--don’t leave me,” She whispered, her voice barely audible. Fuck, fuck, fuck, was she crazy? The right thing to do would be to call Evan right now and sort this out and talk this out. She wasn’t even thinking straight anymore. This spell Mort had over was just driving her aimlessly.

[Mortimer Edison]

Bingo.

All his pathetic begging and pleading had paid off, thank god. Not that he had much to do with it. Mort continued to stare at the girl, relief flooding his face. His mouth curved into a small smile and he slowly closed the gap between them until they were mere inches apart. He took her hands in his, leaned into her and kissed her gently. He then brought one of his hands up to her face and held her cheek, stroking her hair with the tips of his fingers as he lost himself in her eyes once more. There was something about her eyes that just struck him - he found it hard to believe that Evan was her first boyfriend. Whatever the reason was, it definitely wasn't because of her looks. Everything about her just seemed so... perfect. He was thankful that love wasn't his thing, for he had a feeling that otherwise his heart would've genuinely belonged to her.

But then, where did that leave Dai? He had feelings for her that he had never had for anyone before, but he was sure it wasn't love. But what was it? It wasn't lust, otherwise he would've fucked her by now. It could've been admiration - after all, she seemed to be almost as bloodthirsty as him - but there seemed to be more to it than that. And to think, he had only come here because of Ezra. If his father and that other woman hadn't paid convinced Mort to go and get him, he wouldn't have even heard of this place. It was a gold mine for people to fuck up! He made a mental note to thank Ezra before he killed him.

Mort blinked himself back into reality and found himself still holding Xio. He squeezed her hand and leaned over to kiss her forehead as gently and lovingly as he would a baby, whispering a cut off sentiment. After all, he had said it enough for one night. "I lov--." He looked back down to her with a small, pained smile on his lips, deciding not to finish that sentence. "I'm going to go. You should get some sleep." He lingered in front of her for a few moments, then turned away from her and slowly left, closing the door behind him. Once in the hall, a smirk crept upon his face. Short of forcing himself onto her, he felt like he had done just as much as he could for one night, and was reasonably pleased with himself. Sure, she had asked him to stay, but he figured things weren't going to go much further that night. Besides, it was never a good idea to give a girl everything at once - the secret was to leave her always wanting more.

He once again lingered outside her door, giving her a chance to see him off, then casually made his way back to his room. It had been a very productive night.

[Okay, so there's an opportunity for Xio to do stuff both just before and after he leaves, otherwise I think we're pretty much done, unless she wants to chase after him or text him or whatever. x3]

[Xio Beckett]

She hadn’t mean to come out so pathetic sounding but that’s what ended up happening anyway. Really, it was like someone was talking for her or something, saying all of this. Every time he came around it was as if some sort of spell came over her. It didn’t make any sense. When she was anyone else, mainly Evan, her thoughts never once crossed Mort but one sight of him, one little word from him and she forgot everything else and ended up feeling bad and lost and confused. So it was no surprise that when he turned to leave she practically begged him to stay despite the fact she didn’t know why. Kissing counted as cheating, right? It didn’t matter. Anything that wasn’t with Evan, he’d probably consider it cheating. She considered it cheating. So in short, she deserved for Evan to kick her to the curb.

She reflexively leaned back the moment he closed the little space between them and while her mind was screaming for her not to kiss him, she did it anyway, as if she had lost all control and squeezed his hands back. Logic that she once could have cared less about seemed to be so right whenever he said it. She was so incredible naïve and trust me, it was not a good thing. Xio stared backed into Mort’s eyes trying to find some kind of answer or explanation within them but her thoughts just kept turning into jumbled mess each time his fingers tips ran over her hair and stroked. Evan did that to her all the time. Only this wasn’t Evan so she shouldn’t have been enjoying it. No, this was Mort, and Evan seemed to dislike Mort more than a little and here she was actually considering breaking up with Evan just because….because…because she didn’t know why but an unknown urge wanted her to?

Really, why did Evan and he like to gaze into her eyes so much? Not that she minded it was just something she didn’t understand. What were they looking at? Or what were they trying to see? If she couldn’t even understand herself then how could they expect to try to do so? Or did they really just enjoy staring into her mud like eyes? And for the record, why were they even in love with her? Who could love someone who had hurt so many people in the past and didn’t know a single thing about love or intimacy or life itself. All these girls passed them, beautiful, developed and fun to be around and here they were trying to win her heart? It made absolutely no sense to her, whatsoever.

Sleep? How could she sleep? As if she didn’t have enough problems now she had to deal with this and there was no way she was going to be able to sleep. To be honest she would rather go sit and cy or something equally as worthless. Or talking to Evan sounded nice too. He had the ability to always calm her no matter what was bothering her. That look of anguish on Mort’s face was really killing her. She had already hurt so many people in the past and here she went again breaking someone’s heart this time. Xio pulled him close before he could fully retreat and rested her chin upon his chest, taking time to breath and size the situation. Okay, so she was with Evan--loved him at that but Mort had professed his love to her and now she felt back that she didn’t feel the same way and the mort he spoke the more she feel into his logic and wanted to go along with it. And the whole time, she couldn’t control what happened. “I’m so fucking lost,” She breathed shakily and clung to him, tears threatening to spill from her eyes like a waterfall being held back. She didn’t know what the hell to do anymore. Maybe she should just not being with anyone? She sucked in short breath and numbly let her arms hang by herself as he untangled himself from her and retreated to the door. There was nothing she could say to him without making the situation worse for either of them so she just stared and blinked back tears while trying to force a smile onto her lips. She nodded so it could have been mistaken for her body shaking. “O-Okay…” She didn’t know what to say so she just stared after him and the moment the door closed behind him grabbed a pillow and clutched it to her chest, her eyes blinking furiously. When the one person she always turned to was the person she now felt to guilty to talk to, who did she turn to?

[We done? =] ]

[Mortimer Edison]

End of thread, yo.

Fulli sik bro. ;DD