are we getting closer or just getting more lost?

[jac]

"Chandler, it's me... J.
I see you've kept our voice mail all this time."
Jacquline laughs.

"It's been so long. I'm here now.
This place seems like a prison. The outside looks like
ten miles of back road, and the air feels as cold as a
banker's heart."
A deep breath can be heard as Jacqueline pauses and takes in her surroundings.

"I need to see you. Meet me in the auditorium after
curfew tonight.
I love you."
The beginnings of a sniffle can be heard just before the phone clicks.

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After curfew. Auditorium. He would be there any second.

There were hundreds of places to be sitting in the empty auditorium. The cushioned chairs scattered about the room around tables, seemingly left over from a school party of some kind, looked comfortable enough. The steps leading up to the stage looked suitable for sitting. However, the new arrival of Ashford Academy chose none of those accommodations. Instead, she lied down in the center of the stage, her hands folded together over her stomach as she stared at the ceiling, contemplating what was about to unfold.

On one hand, she was excited and full of butterflies. She was going to be reunited with the man she considered the love of her life, Chandler. Jacqueline couldn't wait to see his smile, hear his voice again. She had hungered for it for so long. Her heart thumped wildly in her chest with anticipation. This was going to be their epic reunion, she believed. He would open his arms for her as soon as he saw her, and she would run straight into them. They would fit perfectly into each other's arms as always.

Or would they?

It had been a long time. Jacqueline couldn't know for sure how that would affect the magic she had used on him. Dark thoughts entered Jacqueline's mind. She pictured him being angry at her for altering his memories. Perhaps he would scream at her that he never loved her, she imagined. Jacqueline had never seen Chandler angry and had no idea what it would look like, so her imagination, the imagination of a writer, ran wild. Visions of a violent confrontation flooded her mind. Jacqueline shook her head. No. Chandler would never hurt her. This would be their perfect reunion. It had to be.

Or did it?

Jacqueline's imagination oscillated back and forth relentlessly, moving from romantic grand gestures in one second to bloody fist fights the next. No matter which mode she was in, one thing remained constant-- her beating heart thumped on, reminding her that no matter what was about to happen, at least she would see Chandler. He was coming.

Or was he?

Jacqueline sighed and closed her eyes, hoping to shut out some of the stimuli around her, shut up her brain temporarily. It didn't help.

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Faster...Faster Chandler. FASTER! Pushing himself through the blistering cold Chandler ran toward the Auditorium. The Auditorium. That was where she would be. Jacqueline. That name, he never thought it would come back to him, that she would come back to him. It was that single thought which drove him to run his fastest in the blistering cold. To brave the cold air that acted like needles stabbing into his tan flesh. To throw away any caution into the wind. Perfect, Security guard, Battlefront. No one was going to stop him.

But why...

Why was he straining his body in this snowy weather, wearing nothing more than black jean, Vans and a open white hoodie. He would've gone numb with it wasn't his heart beating 10 times it's normal speed. He should've stayed in his room. He had Bridget, someone he knew he would be with for ages and maybe forever but even as he screamed at himself to turn around and return to her..he couldn't. He had no control over his body.

He knew why. He just didn't want to admit it. A small part of him still loved her and he wanted answers. He was still hazy on if it was all real or fake. After all you can't fake love......right? As he fought to clear clear the thoughts of his heads the sunny teen blue eyes finally saw large main doors that lead into the Auditorium. At the sight of the doors his mind raced back to earlier that day.

He was doing his homework when he heard his phone going off. Thinking it was Darrian or Dylan wanting to pester him to hang out he choose to ignore it. It wasn't until just ten minutes ago he looked at his phone and say he had a voicemail. Clicking to listen to it his eyes opened with shocked and utter amazement. As soon as it was over he dropped his phone, grabbed his jacket and jumped out his window and made his way here.

Once the memories were over Chandler had one problem. The door was most likely to be locked. As it always as after curfew so he did the first thing that popped in his head. Abusing his power Chandler destroys the lock and with a powerful shove he throws the doors open. A cold blast of wind entering the mostly empty room. His body red from the cold, his muscles slightly flexing as he pants to catch his breath. The freezing air entering his lung like small knifes but that still didn't stop him. Taking a deep breath he lets it all out. "JACQQQLUELINNNNE!!!!" He screamed at the top of his lungs. A mixture of hope, confusion, betrayal and love in his voice.

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[/color] what are you wearing? CREDIT SAM !? of A Changed Hogwarts. Don't remove the credit or I will find you. LYRICS never gonna be alone - nickelback NOTES have anything to say?? WORD COUNT how many words? [/center][/size][/blockquote][/blockquote]

[jac]

Thoughts from both ends of the imagination spectrum continued to swirl in Jacqueline's inventive mind. The writer imagined that in her absence, Chandler had acquired a plethora of new powers, all of them of a dark nature, and that he had been plotting to use them against her to get revenge for putting him under a spell. His age-old vendetta against her would finally be put to rest as he sucked her soul from her body like a wraith. On the other hand, perhaps he would be so happy to see her that he would propose then and there. It could happen...

JACQQQLUELINNNNE!!!!

Startled out of her reverie by the sound of the thrown door and the scream of her name, Jacqueline quickly sat up on the stage and looked to the entrance of the room. And there he was, her childhood love and the man of her dreams. Speechless, Jacqueline simply smiled for a second as she took in his appearance. Despite how long it had been, she didn't think he had changed a bit. He was still as handsome as ever. The silence that fell upon the room as Jacqueline stared wordlessly at Chandler was a stark contrast to the teen's loud entrance. Jacqueline broke it and filled the room with her low Southern voice.

"Jeez, Chandler. You had me scared as a sinner in a cyclone," she laughed, slowly climbing off of the stage. Her heels clicked and echoed against the cold tile floor as she made her way over the the blonde. "You don't have to be so loud. Those batty prefects in this godforsaken place will hear you," she reminded him as she went to shut the door that he had thrown open, before walking to Chandler and looking him up and down from up close. Her gaze settled upon her former paramour's bright blue eyes, and her thoughts lingered on how long it had been. Without another second's delay, she forgot her crazy conceptions about how this scene was supposed to play and settled for simplicity.

"God, baby, I missed you," she uttered in a half-whisper, throwing her arms around him.

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The screamed had Chandler leaning forward as he released it. The only thing keeping him standing were his hands firmly against the doors. Once the sound was gone from his body he let go off the doors and pretty much stumbled into the large empty room. Water tracking behind him as some on the snow that clings to his body melted, while the rest stayed on his figure and acted as nature's makeup. Naturally high lighting his bright blues eyes, and other good points.

And there she was, did he startle her with his loud reintroduction into her life? After all it had been nearly four year. Four long lonely years since Chandler had last seen her, and she was still just as beautiful as the day they met all those years ago. He wanted to race down to the stage, grab her and kiss her, but something told him no. The stage was his and Bridget place. So he stood there in silence. It felt like father time was just making it longer, and longer. "J I-" Cut off by her, a warm soft smile grows on Chandler's face. Her low southern accent and he odd way of speaking brought so many warm memories racing into his mind. Although, something he had kept hidden from her was the fact he to was Texas, but upon moving to Arizona he had forsaken his country self for more of a pretty boy west coast kind of life style.

Before he really knew what had happened She was right next to him, setting reminders for him as she shut the door. He muffled a laugh, if anyone knew of the prefects it was him. It wasn't exactly a secret on which side of the war he takes. "Trust me, the prefects fear me more than I fear them." He said aloofly and with a wave of roll of his hand. And then, it was changed when she looked into his eyes. She had done it again, silence him and stolen his graze. As they embraced he held onto her tightly, a warm gesture on the outside but within Chandler's head was swarming with confusion. Memories collided with each other and some were replaced with others.

After a few minutes of silence Chandler gently and slightly moves her back, just enough so he could look in her eyes and so that they were still holding each other. "Jacqueline...were we ever real?" He muttered softly as he bit on his lower lip.

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[/color] what are you wearing?? CREDIT SAM !? of Confronting the Faceless. Don't remove the credit or I will find you. LYRICS brick by boring brick - paramore NOTES Lovely WORD COUNT how many words?? [/center][/size][/blockquote][/blockquote]

[jac]

Jacqueline laughed softly as Chandler made his bold statement about the prefects. "Sounds like you. You always were brave enough to charge through Hell with a bucket of ice water." Jacqueline flashed back to one of their only real nights together, the night that Chandler was shot protecting her from a group of gangsters. A look of pain flashed across her face as she looked into the eyes of the man who had risked his life to save her. It killed her to know that he technically did it for reasons that weren't entirely real. As much as she wanted to believe that he would have protected her whether she had altered his memories or not, there was no way to know.

"God, baby, I missed you," she uttered in a half-whisper, throwing her arms around him.

Jacqueline's heart filled with warmth as Chandler embraced her. She buried her face in his shoulder, forsaking all sad thoughts of the past and what she had to do to Chandler to make their embraces possible. In the moments when her heart was beating rapidly, and butterflies were floating around in her stomach, it was all worth it. Having Chandler to herself was worth it, and there was nothing she wouldn't do to make sure that he stayed hers. She wasn't going to let him leave her like everyone else. Not Chandler.

"Jacqueline...were we ever real?"

Jacqueline withdrew just slightly from their hug, her arms still wrapped around him, her head pulled back so that she could look into his eyes. The confusion that she could see in him was heart-breaking. A part of Jacqueline wanted so badly to tell him the truth, to free him from her spell and hope that he would be with her regardless, magic or no magic. But she couldn't. If he knew the truth, he would leave her just like everybody else in her damn world left her.

"Real? What are you talking about, love? Of course we were real. Don't you remember?" Jacqueline stroked Chandler's hair softly, and with that touch, she renewed the strength of the false memories she had planted in his mind. Ideally, she should have been able to erase any memories of any girl, or God forbid, girls that had entered his life since his departure, but she hadn't met them yet, and she wouldn't know what to erase. In due time, she thought.

With his fake memories reestablished, Jacqueline smiled at Chandler and planted a kiss on his lips to complete her spell and hopefully make it unbreakable.

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Why was it every time they touched a shock or chill was sent down the sunny teen's spine. Be it a hug, touch on the cheek or something as simple as a kiss he always felt the need to gasp for air. Their bodies embraced and warped around each other. His memories of the day he asked her out raced over and over in his head. He did it so perfectly, romantic, candle, sunset walk on the beach. The whole nine yards. At least that's what his memories told him. Somewhere inside he knew this gif in his mind was some kind of glitch but he could't prove it to himself or at all.

"I would tear this school down brick by brick if it meant being able to see you again." He whispered softly. Chandler's voiced soaked in silky allure. His hands traveling down and up her back, gently rubbing it with a basic yet meaningful sign of affection. Sure eh was confused if they were ever together but this gesture was an old habit he showed whenever in her arms. Be it when they were hugging in public or having sex. And with their bodies so pressed together, he could fears her ample curves and that same old innocent blush formed on the apples of his cheeks reddening them.

Yes, he remembered, but vaguely. Which is why he had to know! He was about to speak up and beg when he felt her stroke his bangs. It almost had a calming effect on Chandler. His body relaxing, his felt his own answer filling his brain. Old memories strengthen and new ones appeared and all the while his heart was tricked into believing his true love was Jacqueline and Bridget... she was nothing more than a need for company.

And with a kiss it was done. The seal complete and unbreakable, He leans into the kiss and put fiery passion into it. How much he missed her, All those lonely years he felt without her and his undying love for her were split into that single kiss. Add a pinch of something sexual it was done. Along with maybe some primitive grabbing.

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[/color] what are you wearing?? CREDIT SAM !? of Confronting the Faceless. Don't remove the credit or I will find you. LYRICS brick by boring brick - paramore NOTES Lovely WORD COUNT how many words?? [/center][/size][/blockquote][/blockquote]

[jac]

Kissing Chandler again was surreal. After being kept apart for so long, it had started to feel like their separation would be permanent. The image of his sapphire blue eyes and golden blonde hair had faded into her memories, the warmth of his lips against his a dull recollection. Just seeing her dark knight again felt like an impossibility for so long, and yet he was suddenly in her arms, rubbing her back comfortingly. Jacqueline was lost in the moment, focused on embedding its perfection into her memory so that she could keep it forever, perhaps immortalize in a poem. And then Chandler had to be Chandler and taint the purity of the moment by immediately starting to grab her butt. Of course. Jacqueline was too amused by how little Chandler seemed to have changed to be annoyed, so she simply giggled and playfully pushed him off of her.

"Slow down there, Sparky," she teased with a laugh and a playful wink of her sparkly blue eyes. Despite just pushing him away a second ago, she then grabbed his hand tightly and walked over to the stage, where she sat down, hoping that they could talk and catch up... and that she could gather information about any skanky bimbos that had put their paws on him before she arrived so that she could wipe them from his memories. She knew she wasn't going to like hearing about them, but realistically, she also knew there was no way that Chandler had chastely waited for her arrival for years, so it wasn't as if hearing some names aloud would change anything.

"So. Tell me everything about what you've been up to, and I mean all the dirty details. We both know Chandler Fernandez doesn't stay single for long," Jacqueline prompted bluntly with a smirk. Though her heart was racing as she anticipated hearing the worst, her expression conveyed only strength and aloof amusement, as if she there were no way she'd be hurt, no matter what he said next.

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Was this what love felt like? How long had it been since he had last felt like this? The answer buzzed around in his screaming four years. Four long years of being alone and empty. When he had met the pink haired girl he had thought he had finally found someone who could null the feeling of emptiness, but now he couldn't even recall her name. Not while he was here in Jacqueline's arms. It was so pure and innocent. Right up until the point Chandler grabbed the girl's booty and gave it a playful squeeze.

Chuckling as he was pushed away Chandler gives away his sexy smirk. "I'm sorry, old habits die hard." He said with a pinch of seduction before switching back to the norm. His body at ease and a soft smile on his flawless face Chandler stares at her beautiful heart shaped face and feeling her warm hands around his he smiles. A smile of pure joy as his Sapphire hues close and smiles brightly. His pearly white showing and his nose pinching up as he does so.

With a slight thug he was pulled towards the stage. Following her lead he sits himself on the edge of the wooden structure. His feet hovering just a few inches over the floor as the swing back and forth childishly. His heels gently and almost silently hitting the side of the stage . Yet another habit he had maintained since their relationship. As his mind wondered to the olden days he was brought back to reality by the sound of her voice.

"So. Tell me everything about what you've been up to, and I mean all the dirty details. We both know Chandler Fernandez doesn't stay single for long,"

The master of fronts he was. Chandler easily saw through that smirk Jacqueline had put on to try and fool him. If Chandler could see past The Pink Haired Girl's and Isabelle's there really wasn't anyone who could fool him. The only person so far capable of reversing it to him was his best friend and even she failed to do so sometimes. Taking a breath he turns his eyes up toward the dark ceiling. "Heh, you right." He said with a soft empty laugh. One more so for himself than her. "I have a girlfriend....Her name is...." Pausing briefly to observe her reaction out of the corner of his now golden eyes. Regaining control he switch his once again blue eyes to back to the ceiling. After sometime he finally pulled the girl's name out of the corners of his brain. Jacqueline's spell overshadowing the girl with the false memories. "..Bridget....Bridget Shine..." He whispered loud enough for her to hear.

He felt guilty being the girl's name up. As if by some sixth sense he knew he was risking her in someway. Due to that he dared not bring up Isabelle for two reasons. One the girl was his best friend and he didn't want to lose his only friend and two.The two wild children had moved past their confused emotions for each other and it wouldn't be fair to put her up to the same risk. Even if he didn't know what that risk may be.

Trusting himself he locks all memories of Isabelle away in his mental safe and looks back at Jacqueline and gives her another joyful smiles. "But with you here, I can barely recall her name.'

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[/color] what are you wearing?? CREDIT SAM !? of Confronting the Faceless. Don't remove the credit or I will find you. LYRICS brick by boring brick - paramore NOTES Lovely WORD COUNT how many words?? [/center][/size][/blockquote][/blockquote]