STRANGE AND UNPREPARED --

[ANNABELLE MARIE HURLEY]

His words seemed harsh for some reason, but it was a reason Annie couldn't exactly put words to. It just took her aback. She swallowed the lump that had started in her throat as Denny's arms wrapped around her in the elevator. She smiled with a silent giggle and curled up a little when he kissed, playfully. Annie loved when she felt playful because it made Denny happy and Annie's biggest goal was for him to always be happy. She wasn't sure why, but she liked when he wrapped his arms around her from behind like that. It was one of the little things that she didn't have an explanation for, like how he kissed her burns. It was unexplainable, but appreciated. The doors opened and one of Annie's hands - which had found it's way to resting on her collarbone again - slid down the length of his arm to his hand, lacing her fingers through his. She pulled him down the hallway to their room and waited for him to unlock the door; Annie didn't like to carry stuff like keys and money. Most of the time she barely remembered her phone. 

Inside, Annie immediately changed. She hated the clothes that she put on because it made her feel like she was trying to fit something. She pulled off her own shirt first, moving over to the drawers they were keeping their clothed in topless minus her bra, and rummaged through Denny's shirts, grabbing a big one and pulling it on quickly. She sat on the edge of the bed and pulled off the tight jeans. Immediately, she felt so much better. Annie closed her eyes and sighed. If she laid down like this at home, Leo would have immediately jumped up and attacked her face like he had on her birthday. "I think tomorrow I'll see what the size limit is to keep a dog here. But would that be bad? Leo would be alone an awful lot..." Annie just trailed off, her voice soft and falling. She was really just talking out loud. Denny and she always had something to work on, and it wouldn't be fair to keep Leo locked up all the time. But she probably wouldn't be able to bring him to the studio. Things were so sticky and it bothered her. She sighed again and wiped her eyes with her knuckles before sitting up and finally getting off the bed, walking to the bathroom.

A very tired and sad looking reflection greeted Annie when she walked in. She frowned at that and thought about putting her hair up, but didn't for two reasons: she knew Denny liked it better when her hair was down, and it would be awkward to manage with the way her head was kind of half shaved. Watching herself in the mirror, Annie raised a hand and let her fingertips trace the small hairs. Annie remembered being upset and fevored when she slashed it off; Evan had literally just closed the door to Annie's apartment (when she'd still been living alone) when Annie grabbed scissors and ran to the bathroom. She did it so Denny would never mistake them. She never told anyone that, and she didn't know if it was implied. Annie knew better now; he knew were ever bump and bruise and scar was on her body and he knew the shape of her lips and the way that she chewed on her words a bit before she spoke. It would be impossible to get them confused because she was so extravagant, wasn't she? Her fingers traced the pattern again. Since that day, she had finessed it a bit. She had also finessed her relationship with Evan. Having a twin should probably be weirder than it was. Annie should probably be more set off by it, but she wasn't. Her and Evan should probably be better friends, too, but they weren't. A whole other person that shared Annie's face and voice and genetics and parents. But they were so different. Annie, while abrasive, was hesitant and introverted. Evan was much more out going and she didn't seem to share Annie's pessimisstic outlook.

Annie just twisted it up and grabbed a washcloth, getting all the makeup off because her face felt claustrophobic. There was more sighing, and she wiped it dry before walking back towards Denny. She leaned against the doorframe and watched him with her lips pursed. He was sitting on the edge of the bed ordering food. Annie wasn't even hungry. She never really was. For some reason she tried to imagine him as he had been in high school. It was hard to push him into the partying idea, but Annie knew he had been much more laid back before the accident. In high school Annie had been a little too laid back, and laid back too often. She made a face at herself with that thought, closing her eyes and scrunching her lips like she had smelled something bad. Annie pressed the heel of her palm into her eye. Soon she moved her hand to her forehead though; her headache was still so terrible. "'Cry' is a very ugly word," Annie said, eyes still closed, pressing her fingers to her forehead. "I think."

god this sucks i'm really sorry it's those fucking mockingbird chicks kept me up all fucking night

[DENVER CARLOS HURLEY]

The hotel was better than nothing, Denny had to admit. Free food, a comfy bed, a working television; it all boiled down to the fact that this was an easier place to live in than the one where he had to pay for absolutely everything. It was harder to deal with when it came to how they felt about the situation than it was to deal with them actually being there. The room was spacey enough for two, but anymore and it might feel a bit claustrophobic. But that was okay because Levi hardly bothered them once they were out of the studio and the label only called them when they needed to be somewhere. No one else ever really came into the room while they were there – not even housekeeping. And the best part of the hotel was the fact that they seemed to have never ending room service. Denny could wake up at midnight, call up room service and eat waffles before one o’clock in the morning. That was his favorite part of the hotel outside of the room (because his favorite part in the room was Annie, obviously).

And that was what he went for first. Annie changed and, yeah, Denny just watched because she was a show within herself. The world outside of them may not see what he sees, but Denny felt like Annie had this artistic spark about her, and he didn’t necessarily mean in the way that she was an artist. He meant in the manner that she was a piece of art; she was something he could always look at and find something new, something entertaining and something refreshing. He could look at her one day and find a new curve in her body that he liked, and the next day he could find another freckle – or perhaps just a faded burn, but either way Denny found these new things to be enticing. Each one of them were things he wanted to touch, wanted to feel beneath his fingers. Whether or not these new things had their own textures, Denny wanted to be able to know they were there without looking for them. He wanted them to be as the rest of her was; Denny wanted to memorize their locations so he could look Annie in the eye and still find them. That wasn’t to say she was predictable in any way; it was just saying that Denny had figured out the puzzle and all he wanted was to find new pieces and try to fit them all in.

Once Annie was in the bathroom, Denny picked up the phone on the bedside table and dialed room service. After two rings, someone picked up, and Denny ordered some pasta and meatballs with a bottle of white wine and two glasses. He figured he wasn’t hungry enough to eat the entire plate of spaghetti alone, and he didn’t think that Annie was too hungry either so between the two of them, whatever he’d ordered that was on the label would be enough for the two of them. He hadn’t noticed Annie looking at him until he hung up the phone and sat back on the bed. He watched her put her hands to her face and he heard her words but the two confused him. If she was tired, why didn’t she just come to bed and lay down? And what did crying have to do with anything? Denny’s face twisted up into a question, but a curious one. He stood up again and headed over to Annie, slipping his hands around her waist again. “What does crying have to do with anything?” he asked, though he was smiling because having his hands where they were made him happy. It was that simple.

Denny lifted a hand and put it on Annie’s cheek, another place he liked to feel. He figured in this mood, where the little tense session they’d had not an hour ago didn’t matter at all, he could do anything and get away with it, but that didn’t mean he was about to jump into things that he would regret. Denny was smarter than that; he knew Annie better than that. He knew when he was taking things too far – but sometimes, he was so scared of that that he closed up and watched too carefully at what he was doing. But right now, he just wanted to be with Annie. The coming food didn’t matter and the label didn’t matter. Not even the money the label provided for them mattered. It was all Annie, as it had been before and as Denny felt it should be forever. These thoughts were the reason why he thought her insecurity about other people was useless and unnecessary. Denny had faith in himself to stay faithful to her, regardless of everyone else. He was strong, or at least strong enough to hold his own. He could remember the guy he’d punched out in Cape Cod last December; he’d done enough damage to get away without so much as a scrape. A bruise, sure, but nothing more and nothing less. Needless to say Denny could fight and be able to walk away from it, which just lead to the fact that if there was that one crazy person that crossed a boundary no one but Annie was allowed to cross, there would be ways for Denny to get out of the situation.

But that meant nothing right now either. Annie was there and Denny was there and nothing else meant anything. This could all be a dream and Denny would still be smiling because the woman he married was right under his fingertips, wearing an oversized shirt of his and looking just as striking without make up as she did with it (or maybe more; Denny hadn’t really made that distinction for himself just yet). Denny leaned in and kissed Annie, again still smiling because he couldn’t help himself. When he pulled back, he left his face so close to Annie’s that all she had to do was speak and their lips would still touch. “You know,” he said, now smirking to match this little tone he had going. He felt like Puck from A Midsummer Night’s Dream between the way he was speaking and the smile on his face, though it was a wonder he remembered anything from high school. “I distinctly remember telling you that I love you back in the studio, but you didn’t say it back.” As to not make it seem like he was pressuring Annie, Denny kissed her lightly and pulled back not too quickly. His thumb traced her jaw because he knew she liked that, at least a little bit. He whispered, “Say it, Annie,” through his smile and the same tone because all he wanted to hear was his wife telling him that she loved him, even if he already knew that was the truth.


1159 -- cora/annie -- lyrics to fall out boy -- outfit is just you know a plain gray shirt, jeans, and those shoes blake's obsessed with wearing -- good morning denny where have you been

[ANNABELLE MARIE HURLEY]

Crying didn’t really have anything to do with anything, but Annie didn’t mind saying it when he came so close to her. Annie had done so much crying in their relationship and she viewed it as very, very ugly. Ugly things didn’t fair well with her. She couldn’t think about any of that when he was close and she could feel warmth from his arm behind her and he was coming closer. It sounded weird to say he was her weakness, but he was. All thoughts and emotions could be stopped if he came towards her that way, if he found that small break in her walls. Only to an extant, of course; Annie was still Annie and she was wildly her own person and tediously hard to understand or get used to. It was funny how, with that in mind, he could only control a fraction of her compared to how much she could control him. That sounded much more malicious than it was in actuality. She thought about when he’d told her it was unfair and she had just laughed at him. Coming off a harder encounter, and she still found him so light and easy to deal with. Denny was so stable and right to her. And then, the morning after they had been married and it had just been that small battle of who would break first. But he could always overwhelm her in simple ways. Like she got caught up here and her breathing got shallow and her head was dizzy. She closed her eyes as his hand touched her cheek. Annie moved closer so their chests were touching. It was nearly a magnetic pull and she really would just feel bad if she denied it. She felt hyperaware of every spot they were touching. It was silly how simple a move could have such an effect on her. It was silly how his hand around her waist and her back against the door frame made her dizzy and his proximity and his hand on her cheek made her breathing go weird.

Kissing Denny felt wonderful in this mood that she was in and her body somehow moved closer and she just let herself relax with the way he was holding her. Annie’s hands twisted in the bottom of his shirt, hanging off by his hips. She couldn’t really think coherently enough to understand anything other than that. Her head didn’t seem lined up with the rest of her. It was a weird feeling to have, really. Annie had weird feelings a lot, feelings that were difficult to describe, but this seemed very far from them. For once she really didn’t think she had any control. Honestly, Annie never had much control and she did have a fear of losing control and being as she had on Denny’s roof on thanksgiving, and then christmas morning. Annie didn’t like feeling like that. This was a very different kind of control though. Normally Annie could feel turned on or whatever, but never so useless in pushing him back - not that she wanted to. The whole thing was that she didn’t. It wasn’t really a bad thing. "I love you," she whispered against his skin, her lips bumping into his. Her voice was so quiet and breathy she didn't even know if he heard her.

Truthfully, Annie didn’t know how she felt about it. It was very weird to her though. It wasn’t something she was all too familiar with. She just pressed her body to his and made this noise into the kiss that was like the sound she had made when he squeezed her thigh when they were really just newlyweds. Annie’s head was spinning. It wasn’t really a bad spinning. It was like the control thing; something that normally would have offset Annie very much wasn’t as bad when Denny was involved. Constantly she was being pushed in ways that she didn’t know she could be pushed in. Annie thought that she had been through almost everything with him already, but apparently not. How many more things could come up? Annie didn’t know but her knees felt weak. She definitely didn’t seem fair that all of the sudden he could sweep her up like this and leave her so horribly confused. Whenever it was phrased that way, it seemed so much more negative than it was. Annie was just confused and it did seem unfair, but she wasn’t really in protest of it. It was just weird and confusing but Annie kissed him more instead of really focusing on it.

She felt Denny’s arm tighten behind her and she got dizzier, if that was possible. Even though it sounded gross it seemed like her eyes might roll back into her head. The feeling wasn’t like that at all, but that was the only way words could describe it. It was a fluttery feeling everywhere and Annie knew then that her voice just wasn’t going to work anymore and she didn’t bother saying anything as she felt the bed beneath her and she kept her eyes closed. She felt so disoriented and drunk. With her eyes closed and this feeling that Denny was just absolutely everywhere around her, Annie couldn’t even understand which side of her was up and which side was down. Although her back was pressed against the bed and she felt Denny pressed against her front, it still wasn’t really clicking for her. She just kept kissing whatever she could read because that’s what Annie knew how to do. She exhaled and it was raspy. Her hands moved from clutching his shirt to moving underneath it across his stomach. It was Annie’s go-to thing, something she was just way too used to deny. She got that dizzy feeling coming even worse and, if her head had been working as correctly as she would have liked it to, she would have wondered how such an avalanche of mood swings and changes could have happened so quickly. Annie’s ears pounded with her own blood, so she didn’t hear the persistent knocking on the door. She was a bit... otherwise occupied.



a little over 1000 yup - idk she's wearing clothes - lyrics to us by regina spektor - yay this post is for paigels etc etc

[DENVER CARLOS HURLEY]

That was all he wanted to hear. Those three words did so much for him because Denny knew Annie. He knew how little of love she’d seen before him, or he at least had an idea. If this were any other girl, Denny might just shrug the words off – maybe he would have backed off and walked out. But this was Annie, and he actually loved Annie. Her saying that she loved him was enough for him to hear. Denny knew it wasn’t something she felt for just anyone. Love was a rarity for Annie. From what he understood, it hadn’t happened too often in her childhood – she’d grown up without an understanding of it until he’d come along. It had been Denny that had come along, swooped her up and fallen in love with her. It had been Denny that had told her that he loved her before anyone else had, and it was Denny that had promised her forever when no one else would stick around long enough to even think that far ahead. He was the only one, so he knew her telling him that she loved him was a solitary thing. Those words belonged to him.

The door was easy to ignore. Annie was so close, so tangible, and she was totally letting Denny take the lead. It was understandable why he was ignoring the door, why he would rather just keep kissing Annie. He knew they were both tired, as they’d both had a seriously long day, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t play a bit. Either Annie thought the same thing or she just liked to touch his stomach, maybe on the same level as Denny liking to feel her cheek or the curve of her hip. Whatever, it just distracted him from the knocking. Denny had his mind on….other things. He wasn’t thinking about food or being hungry anymore; he was thinking about making Annie smile and giggle because he liked those feelings and noises. He liked kissing her when she smiled; he liked kissing her when he smiled. It just set the right mood, a tone that Denny always thought he could never get used to, but in a good way. It was a tone that set the world apart from them. It lifted Denny up, made him feel like he was flying, and turned his world into an amusement park that never left town. He could go on as many rides as he want at any time of day or night and the feeling would be the same.

But the door was getting louder – or maybe the person on the other side was speaking now. Denny was so distracted, but his stomach growled at him with such a force that it broke the little fantasy world he was living in for an instant. Denver sighed through his nose and pulled back gently from a kiss. “I, uh,” he said, still confused. He was a little disoriented, but the more knocks, the more coherent he became. Instead of saying anything, Denny lifted up his two index fingers and smiled, running to the door to get the noise to stop. The man at the door pushed the cart into the room and Denny unconsciously tapped his foot, only physically obvious that he was in a hurry. Denny still smiled, since his body was two steps behind his mind, and he watched as the man realized that Denny was being impatient without even realizing it. The man shook his head, took a small tip that Denny didn’t remember pulling out of his pocket, and walked out of the room. Denny closed the door and nearly went straight back to Annie, but his stomach started growling again and the smell of the food filled his nose and head. He looked at the cart, then at Annie, then back at the cart and decided to pull it to the bed.

Before sitting down, Denny turned the television on. Some movie that he’d never seen before was on, so he left it, but turned the volume down just a bit. Then he slid back next to Annie and kissed her again, only stopping after another stomach growl. He sighed again and looked at the food that was still covered in a silver dome. He could smell it, but Denny couldn’t wait any longer. “I’m sorry.” He sat up with a look on his face that showed that he felt bad for having to cut the kissing short. “I am so hungry. It’s not even funny.” Maybe it was because Denny couldn’t remember the last time he’d eaten today, or maybe it was just the fact that the last time he had eaten had just been too long ago. But he slowed down either way, sitting up and bringing Annie with him before he unveiled the perfect looking pasta and meatballs. He almost licked his lips, but he refrained from looking like an animal. Denny just felt like it was rude to act that way, most likely because of the way he was raised. It didn’t really matter, but Denny made a deal of it.

He realized there were two forks on the plate. Two glasses and two forks, one plate of food and one bottle of wine. That put a smile on his face. The hotel staff had thought to bring extra silverware, which was nice because, even with as hungry as he was, there was just a bit too much food for him to eat alone. Before he dug in though, he popped the wine bottle open and poured a glass for Annie, then a glass for himself. He handed her the glass for her with a smile, then held out his glass so they could clink them together in that almost cheesy way. Denny put an arm around Annie before taking a sip of the wine. He put the glass down, picked up a fork, and dug into the food while watching the television. His mind was so exhausted that he found it hard to focus on more than one thing at a time. He ended up having to chew the pasta in coordinating time with the television, and once he was done he could only take a sip of the wine at commercial breaks. Once he was done with that, he was reminded that his arm was around Annie, that she was there. He smiled at her, kissed her, then went back to eating a few times before he didn’t feel like he was starving any longer.

Once that happened, Denny put the fork and the glass down and smiled at Annie. He kissed her again, feeling like he wasn’t so distracted now that his stomach wasn’t growling and the only noise in the room was the television. It was something he could actually ignore this time, something that wouldn’t take away from Annie. “Better now,” he said, though he hardly remembered moving enough to speak. Denny didn’t care. He could actually pay attention to Annie now without thinking about something else, without a distraction like extreme hunger. He kissed her quickly again, then smiled and brought his wine glass to his lips quickly. The bubbly substance made his head feel light, but not in a bad way. “This is nice,” he said, though he didn’t really know if he was talking about the sudden change in mood since his speech before they’d finally left the studio or the wine. Either way, Denny meant it. “Food’s good, wine’s good, and….I have you.”


1258 -- cora/annie -- lyrics to fall out boy -- outfit is just you know a plain gray shirt, jeans, and those shoes blake's obsessed with wearing -- hello good morning