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100 Theme Challenge - Love
BRATT
Love.
What was love? Was it seeing your wife's beautiful face every morning when you awoke?
Was it feeling powerful, beautifully inked arms around your waist?
Brian slurped a spaghetti noodle off his fork, mind somewhere distant. Across the table from him, Michelle and Matt chatted animatedly about something hilariously pointless.
Love.
Was it picking out wedding rings in fancy jewelry shops?
Was it watching the sun set along the ocean while your hand was clasped with one much bigger?
"And then, and I shit you not, Jimmy went chasing after this guy, trying to get his pants back!" Matt's gruff, hysterical laughter shattered the silence like a bowling ball through glass. Michelle's owlish brown eyes blinked up at him.
"You mean, he went chasing after this guy... naked?" she asked timidly.
Matt gulped down another piece of toasted bread, eyes flaring with mischief, and grumbled around his mouthful, "Oh, yeah. Naked from the ass down."
Michelle erupted into laughter, but Brian could only stare.
Love.
Was it waving after her as she climbed into her twin sister's car and blew him a kiss?
Was it eating cotton candy in the derby stands, screaming like mad men when cars caught on fire?
Michelle twirled another strand of spaghetti on her fork, elegant fingers lifting the bite between her perfectly shaped lips.
Matt dove in a little more roughly, shoveling mouthful after mouthful of spaghetti and bread between his full lips. It was as though he hadn't eaten in weeks.
Brian forced on a plastic smile when Michelle glanced at him, her gaze full of concern. God, he felt dirty.
Love.
Was it smiling as she twirled around and tried on dress after dress for fancy events?
Was it laughing as he got his ass beat at Halo time and time again?
"Ya know what's funny?" Michelle asked, her voice pitched high enough to make Brian glance over at her. Matt raised his brows, pausing for the first time in shoveling food down his throat to gaze curiously at her. "How Val's been acting lately." The expression of curiosity was wiped clean off Matt's chiseled face. He blinked and swallowed, hard.
"What do you mean?" he asked, voice a little high as his cheeks flushed red.
Michelle stuck out her bottom lip, playing idly with the noodles on her fork. "I mean, just, she seems so tired lately. And when I asked her about it at lunch today, she just told me she was suspicious." Matt's eyes darted nervously to Brian, who only stared blanky at him.
"About what?" Matt rasped.
"She wouldn't say."
Love.
Was it layering sweet kisses all over her soft throat?
Was it feeling strong hips buck underneath him in a frantic rhythm?
Matt pushed his plate away and stood, looking a little distressed. He flashed a wary smile at Brian, however, and only the lead guitarist saw the emotion that sparked in endless hazel-green depths.
"I guess I'll head home," he said, flashing a tight smile at Michelle. "Val's probably waiting for me."
Michelle grinned up at him, open kindness written all over her face. "Okay," she chirped, reaching to grab his plate and carry it to the sink. "Be careful."
"I will," Matt called out to her, before his hazel eyes sought Brian's and he gestured discreetly to the door.
Love.
Was it laying in bed with her, relishing in the sweet glow as she curled into his chest?
Was it diving into another hot, messy, open-mouthed kiss as powerful limbs tangled together?
Matt slipped his hands over Brian's hips, fingers toying with the diamond-sharp bones. An uncharacteristically sweet smile tugged at his full lips.
"See you later, Bri," he whispered. His voice was slow and husky, an open promise that only Brian could decode.
Brian smiled and leaned into Matt's chest. "Yeah," he said, brushing his lips delicately across Matt's, feeling the sweetly cold tang of his lip ring. "See you." Their lips met in a short, albeit deep kiss. Then Matt was gone, walking down the long driveway with his hands in his jacket pockets, head held low against the cold.
Brian stared after him, heart racing in his chest, before he turned away from the icy winter wind and to the warmth of his heated home. Michelle was in the living room, and she smiled when he stumbled in, a mess of partially shedded coat and boats.
"Ready for bed?"
He smirked, successfully tossing his boots into the corners. "I hope you're implying something."
Love.
It's...
Confusing.
BRATT
Love.
What was love? Was it seeing your wife's beautiful face every morning when you awoke?
Was it feeling powerful, beautifully inked arms around your waist?
Brian slurped a spaghetti noodle off his fork, mind somewhere distant. Across the table from him, Michelle and Matt chatted animatedly about something hilariously pointless.
Love.
Was it picking out wedding rings in fancy jewelry shops?
Was it watching the sun set along the ocean while your hand was clasped with one much bigger?
"And then, and I shit you not, Jimmy went chasing after this guy, trying to get his pants back!" Matt's gruff, hysterical laughter shattered the silence like a bowling ball through glass. Michelle's owlish brown eyes blinked up at him.
"You mean, he went chasing after this guy... naked?" she asked timidly.
Matt gulped down another piece of toasted bread, eyes flaring with mischief, and grumbled around his mouthful, "Oh, yeah. Naked from the ass down."
Michelle erupted into laughter, but Brian could only stare.
Love.
Was it waving after her as she climbed into her twin sister's car and blew him a kiss?
Was it eating cotton candy in the derby stands, screaming like mad men when cars caught on fire?
Michelle twirled another strand of spaghetti on her fork, elegant fingers lifting the bite between her perfectly shaped lips.
Matt dove in a little more roughly, shoveling mouthful after mouthful of spaghetti and bread between his full lips. It was as though he hadn't eaten in weeks.
Brian forced on a plastic smile when Michelle glanced at him, her gaze full of concern. God, he felt dirty.
Love.
Was it smiling as she twirled around and tried on dress after dress for fancy events?
Was it laughing as he got his ass beat at Halo time and time again?
"Ya know what's funny?" Michelle asked, her voice pitched high enough to make Brian glance over at her. Matt raised his brows, pausing for the first time in shoveling food down his throat to gaze curiously at her. "How Val's been acting lately." The expression of curiosity was wiped clean off Matt's chiseled face. He blinked and swallowed, hard.
"What do you mean?" he asked, voice a little high as his cheeks flushed red.
Michelle stuck out her bottom lip, playing idly with the noodles on her fork. "I mean, just, she seems so tired lately. And when I asked her about it at lunch today, she just told me she was suspicious." Matt's eyes darted nervously to Brian, who only stared blanky at him.
"About what?" Matt rasped.
"She wouldn't say."
Love.
Was it layering sweet kisses all over her soft throat?
Was it feeling strong hips buck underneath him in a frantic rhythm?
Matt pushed his plate away and stood, looking a little distressed. He flashed a wary smile at Brian, however, and only the lead guitarist saw the emotion that sparked in endless hazel-green depths.
"I guess I'll head home," he said, flashing a tight smile at Michelle. "Val's probably waiting for me."
Michelle grinned up at him, open kindness written all over her face. "Okay," she chirped, reaching to grab his plate and carry it to the sink. "Be careful."
"I will," Matt called out to her, before his hazel eyes sought Brian's and he gestured discreetly to the door.
Love.
Was it laying in bed with her, relishing in the sweet glow as she curled into his chest?
Was it diving into another hot, messy, open-mouthed kiss as powerful limbs tangled together?
Matt slipped his hands over Brian's hips, fingers toying with the diamond-sharp bones. An uncharacteristically sweet smile tugged at his full lips.
"See you later, Bri," he whispered. His voice was slow and husky, an open promise that only Brian could decode.
Brian smiled and leaned into Matt's chest. "Yeah," he said, brushing his lips delicately across Matt's, feeling the sweetly cold tang of his lip ring. "See you." Their lips met in a short, albeit deep kiss. Then Matt was gone, walking down the long driveway with his hands in his jacket pockets, head held low against the cold.
Brian stared after him, heart racing in his chest, before he turned away from the icy winter wind and to the warmth of his heated home. Michelle was in the living room, and she smiled when he stumbled in, a mess of partially shedded coat and boats.
"Ready for bed?"
He smirked, successfully tossing his boots into the corners. "I hope you're implying something."
Love.
It's...
Confusing.
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In case you don't get it, Brian's thinking back on time he's spent with both Michelle and Matt. He can't decide who he really loves - or if he even loves either of them.
[Team Matt! XD]
Theme Number Two: Love
Brian {c} himself
Matt {c} himself
Val {c} herself
Michelle {c} herself
[Team Matt! XD]
Theme Number Two: Love
Brian {c} himself
Matt {c} himself
Val {c} herself
Michelle {c} herself
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Go team anyone whose not Michelle! XD I don't know why I've just never really liked her.. ._.
And besides.. Bratt is sexier anyway.. ;3
And besides.. Bratt is sexier anyway.. ;3