izzy, safe and sound

[connor davis jean]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=width,500,true] [style=text-align: center] SAFE AND SOUND , [/style] [style=font-size: 10px; line-height: 10px; padding: 25px; margin-top: -10px; color: CCCCCC;] connor jean was definitely here for a reason and it wasn't the reason everyone else was assuming it was. sure, he had a small addiction problem with cocaine but the whole hyperwhatever they were calling it thing. it was all false and fake. he wanted to keep an eye on the middle jean child, hope because she needed her brother. sure, he didn't want to believe her, but he did. unable to admit it to himself or anyone because then he'd have been wrong. wrong in choosing his friend. wrong in believing him. one thing he'd admit to was that it was wrong to make fun of his sister and not protect her. that was something he was wrong in but he wasn't admitting it out loud. at least not yet anyway. the jeans were a group of crazy stubborn people, especially hope and connor. but that didn't mean he didn't care about her, even if they were fighting. he didn't trust a school full of crazies to be nice to his sister. so, he'd be here to watch over her. however, he hadn't played much music since she left because he didn't know what to do. he was confused, upset, angry. he changed up some songs that were perfect for the time being but he was still upset. angry and confused. with that said, he hadn't seen hope since he got in this morning. but he was ready to play again. he rummaged through the classrooms until he found the music room and he smiled brightly at the piano before making his way to it. the song he was thinking of was safe and sound by taylor swift. he redid it after hope left and he just never got to playing it all the way through. it was the last song he redid because he needed to get some of the feelings from his head. sitting at the bench he began to play and sing and when he was done. a smile was on his face, tears down his eyes. "darling it's safe and sound," he said, softly before turning around to get up and seeing the last person he wanted to see here. "hey..." it was isabelle the girl who had been his sister's best friend forever and definitely not someone he wanted to run into. he heard that her mom asked about this place and then she was gone. but there was just a lot of stuff that he didn't want to hear or deal with that he knew she'd mention or yell at him about. [/style] tagged; iz/janet. words; 431. notes; hii d: TEMPLATE BY LITTLE BITTY PRETTY ONE @ CAUTION 2.0

[isabelle marie reyes]

ALL THATS DEAD AND PASSED

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the sixteen year old, well she was little shaken up still about being in hell and her best friend making it so apparent to her. silently, she decided it was time to kind of get out of the room and do something that was relaxing and got her nerves to be relaxed, because she didn’t want to be in this place and she didn’t want her friend hope to be here either not that either of them had a choice or didn’t need a little help. the brunette bordering black haired young lady, well she’d like to think that she was okay and she was just conforming to the world and that it was okay, because people often did that. the disappointment in her mother’s eyes said otherwise. the music room was occupied when she slid in and her eyes fell on the brunette and her eyes shut at the sound of his voice. the song was beautiful! a tear jerker if the right person was singing it, but the young latina, well she wasn’t buying the song isaac was trying to deliver.

the hey, well it made her eyes flutter open. connor seemed to be crying and the darling safe and sound really escaped with great value, but isabelle, well she really was angry with this boy! the boy was trapped and even in the moment of sentiment izzy’s glared at him hard basically wanting to give off the impression that she was sending daggers in his direction. ”hi.” she said sarcastically. yeah it was apparent that his little vibe had only lasted so long.”nice song, so interesting you sing it now when your sister needed you so much in texas and you choose now of all the times to sing it and it’s not even to her damn face!” it was pathetic and it pissed her off and more recently the happy girl had been nothing but pissed off mostly at the jeans expenses! ”you’re a piece of work!” she said stepping forward in his direction. ”i’m sure you’re well aware of that...tell me connor do you think being here makes hope better? better late than never? let me tell you its NOT better late than never YOU should have been there you’re her brother, so don’t sit in hear and cry singing songs about keeping hope safe and sound, because she’s NOT safe or sound.” she just snapped right off the back, but could he blame her?

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[connor davis jean]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=width,500,true] [style=text-align: center] SAFE AND SOUND , [/style] [style=font-size: 10px; line-height: 10px; padding: 25px; margin-top: -10px; color: CCCCCC;]the song held all of connors feelings in it. it was just something he had been holding back and he knew he needed to tell hope the feelings. he was here to keep her as safe and sound as he possibly could. understanding that would be hard for anyone to comprehend. especially after what happened in texas and what he did to her. he couldn't even think about it, it hurt way too much to do so. but he was working on that, working on himself. gaining the courage he needed to tell his sister sorry or at least figure a way to make it right. it was hard to kind of take care of your sister if she wasn't wanting to even look at you. this was going to be more than a complicated situation but the nineteen year old jean felt he could figure it out. he always figured it out. it was what made him a jean. what he couldn't figure out right now was why the girl seemed so angry. okay, he knew why and she had a very good reason to bitch because the boy definitely deserved it. however, that was the reason he was here. to make everything better. it was kind of a better late than never situation. at least he stopped being controlled by houston's biggest asshole and became his own person once more. a part of him felt the need to laugh because it was an awkward situation and he wanted to laugh. who wouldn't laugh at this? okay, normal human beings. but it has been proven time and time again that either a. jeans weren't normal or b. just this jean was very normal. there was too much going on around him that he wanted to laugh to try to at least make sense of it all. instead, he bit his lip and dealt with it. why? cause he deserved every word that left the young ladies mouth. "i'd have sung it to her damn face, but i only today put it all together. i'm not going to fuck it up while i sing." he was telling the truth, or at least the partial truth. he really couldn't sing it to hope until he got all the last little bits and pieces together. "i haven't really played anything since she left. so i didn't really finish working on this. it's also not my fault someone's being noisy and listening in on shit they weren't invited to." okay, connor got angry and when he was angry, he said some douche things. most things he regretted once he had time to calm down. he was most definitely a heat of the moment person. "you don't think i fucking know she's not? why the fuck do you think.." he let the words drift and shook his head. she was honestly the last person he wanted to know why he was truly there..even though a part of him knew that she could help him keep an eye. "just forget it. i dont fucking want to be here anyway. kind of got forced." he rolled his eyes, trying not to get angry enough where he'd want to punch something. he didn't want to scare her or anyone because he was raised better than this. it was at that moment that he realized his mother would probably bitch slap him for the words he just spoke but he was pushing her nagging to the back of her head because izzy started this. and he was a jean, so he'd finish it. either on a happy note or still on a bad one. either way, he would have the last word before leaving here. [/style] tagged; iz/janet. words; 623. notes; <3 cute TEMPLATE BY LITTLE BITTY PRETTY ONE @ CAUTION 2.0

[isabelle marie reyes]

ALL THATS DEAD AND PASSED

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music, well it was a way to mask the pain and express yourself and for many years or ever sense it had been invented it was the best possible way in a certain regard for total strangers to completely connect with one another and for lyrics to be the unspoken words leaking you to an awesome talent and on an emotionally connected level. isabelle, well music meant so much to her and she often referred to it as her lover, even if that sounded completely silly, because surely people referred to music as their boyfriend or girlfriend all over the world. the music coming from the music room when she had snuck in, well it was pretty, but to her it was brought about on by one of the coldest of hearts. isabelle, well she couldn’t help but be upset! the nineteen year old brother, well he failed and that song, well it just it seemed like a slap in the face really! a slap in the face for her, because her friend needed her brother and he hadn’t been there and he was in here fiddling around and wasn’t doing what he should be doing. he should be going to connect with his sister again! she didn’t care right now; connor davis jean, well he was not safe and sound!

the little southern girl that was sometimes called belle well she wasn’t being a southern bell at the moment! she was letting that sassy southern mouth just impale on the brunette in front of her and she couldn’t help but note it actually felt pretty good! ”i don’t believe you!” she countered back folding her arms over her chest giving him the look that said yeah fucking right! she wasn’t buying the bullshit, because if he wanted to be there he would have already been there and sure the song was cute, but it didn’t matter if he messed up and he knew that it was the thought that counted. even if with music people liked to perfect! ”oh boohoo! you know it’s the thought that counts big shot. she just needs her brother.” she said the need being the keyword in that sentence. ”and you’re just being lazy.” because that was what jeans were! he was dragging his feet...it was just and excuse. ”oh don’t flatter yourself, i was coming in here because i needed an escape it has nothing to do with you and you know it.” she has no idea why she insisted on being rude to connor, but right now she just didn’t care for his person. she couldn’t’ help but laugh after awhile because he was so upset with her it seemed. he was pry just pissed cause she was throwing the truth in his face and people didn’t want to hear the truth! ”why the fuck do i think what? no come on connor, do i think what?” she asked pushing him much like his sister pushed her the other day. it was safe to say some of her traits kind of mimicked hope’s. ”look...whatever...just don’t hurt my best friend anymore than you already have because you’re kind of an douche bag...and i don’t understand you but i’m sure you have a pretty good reason to have cut her out when she needed you most.” she said looking at him from beneath her lashes. getting one last rip on him here, before stopping. ”who the hell actually wants to be here?” she asked rolling her eyes back to mock him she sighed and moved forward giving his shoulder a little shove. ”you suck at the piano and your voice she’s going to hate it....” she said taunting him a little bit as she sat down at the piano and patted the seat next to him. ”sit? i promise not to yell anymore even if i’m pissed at you. i kind of don’t want to be alone...this place kind of gives me the creeps, so i’m kind of going to use you and you can’t say no, because...you can’t.” she said pouting out her lower lip showing him why he couldn’t say no to her! she was isabelle reyes, and even in the midst of being a bitch she could turn things around for happy.

she struck a few keys on the piano to be funny...the dramatic sound of jaws...it wasn’t perfect, but it didn’t have to be it was meant to be funny. she was honest! she was using him cause she was scared. what if some psycho came in. he was nineteen and a giant and she was sixteen and a little shrimp!

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[connor davis jean]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=width,500,true] [style=text-align: center] SAFE AND SOUND , [/style] [style=font-size: 10px; line-height: 10px; padding: 25px; margin-top: -10px; color: CCCCCC;]even though he really hated it, connor had more than a little bit of a anger problem and was why he ended up in some of the positions he ended up in. life kind of sucked when you didn't know how to control your anger and let it get the best of you. it was why he blew up at iz but she kind of started it. the things she said were true in there own right but he didn't want to really admit them to her or really out loud at all. he was still having a hard enough time coming to terms with his mistakes. as a jean, it was one of the most complicated situations in his life. but he always knew..in the end he'd choose family. family and the truth. he just had to get himself there but it wasn't time yet. another thing other than facing the truth, that kept him from hope was fear. fear of how she'd react to seeing him. fear that him being here wouldn't help anything and so for now she was hiding. hiding from her and figuring a way to keep her safe. it was his goal now. he didn't keep her safe before. she ended up trying to end her life and he felt it was time to make her safe and sound. keep her safe and sound. even though that was easier said then it was done because he knew his sister and that she'd probably egg people on and make his job difficult. she was still yelling and cursing and a part of him wanted to just burst into a million pieces because he wasn't so sure what would happen if he let his anger get out of control. a part of him alays wondered why he wasn't diagnosed with anger problems but it was whatever it was really. "i didn't ask you to fucking believe me. your not in my line of i give a fuck isabelle." it was half true....he wouldn't let someone hurt her because then that itself would hurt hope but he didn't care. not enough to care if she believed him or not. it was who it was. her words they were just angering him more and more. his guitar was sitting next to him and he picked it up and just slammed it into ground. "just fucking stop already!" the reason he was so angry was because her words were the truth. he was dragging his feet....but he felt he had reasons and it had nothing to do with being a lazy ass jeans. "sorry about that," he said kind of kicking the pieces of the guitar around because it was a saddened fact that it was now dead and gone. "sure that was it...you heard me. you could have walked away but instead, you stayed. even if it was to yell and bitch at me." it kind of made him feel more than a little good about himself and made a small smile appear on her lips. then she starting laughing and is smile grew more and he felt her laugh kind of made him relax. his anger just seemed to disappear but then she asked him to finish his sentence. he had to tell someone. someone needed to know but was she the right person? of course. she wanted to protect hope as much as he did, or she wouldn't have just blew up on him. "what do you think i'm here for," he said, his voice softer than when he yelled at her just a minute ago. "i dont have a sex addiction problem. i lied to my parents because i knew they'd send me here. i knew they'd make me get help. so i can make it right with hope, watch over her because who knows what kind of trouble she'll get into." it was all honest and the fear of her being hurt again was in his voice and in his eyes and he just shrugged because he was trying to play it cool but he couldn't. "im only telling you cause i need help. and i dont want to hurt her i want to help her. fix the mistake i made." when she said he must of had a good reason, he bit his lip...there was a reason but was it really good? no..it was stupid and he should have maned up and not have been a giant coward. "i had a reason...but it was stupid. a petty coward reason i'm not ready to share but don't think good of me when there wasn't anything good about me." he didn't want the benefit of the doubt because he knew he deserved every little bit of anger he was getting. "people who actually want help? and technically now you know me." he gave her a knowing smirk and just shook his head. then he shoved him and he made his face look a little more than shocking, "if that was supposed to be a peptalk to get me to go sing this to hope sooner...your failing miserably." then he sat back down and sighed, "i dont know why im still doing here. i need to go cry at your cruel words about my skills. but i guess because you asked so nicely and i dont need you hurt either..i guess i wont leave." then she played the jaws theme and he couldn't help but chuckle a little and start doing the pink panther because he could. "whats so scary about a school full of crazies anyway?" he was being kind of sarcastic and funny and just...well being connor trying to keep a conversation going. [/style] tagged; iz/janet. words; 970. notes; ....got long XD TEMPLATE BY LITTLE BITTY PRETTY ONE @ CAUTION 2.0

[isabelle marie reyes]

ALL THATS DEAD AND PASSED

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the boy blew up quicker than fucking dynamite in a movie when you were expecting it too! she hadn’t expected his fuse to go off like that because, he was an asshole and she was sticking up for her best friend! he had to understand where she was coming from, but then again they were both from texas and had a bit of a head on them. she laughed when he said she wasn’t in his line of give a fuck. she rolled her eyes, because if she hadn’t been in his line of give a fuck then why was he still standing in here? her eyes widened when he picked up his guitar and slammed it to the ground. was he here for a psychotic disorder? she felt the need to back up away from him and say nothing for some time. she just stayed there mute for awhile looking to the guitar and the ground. damn, she was taking after hope too much pushing people too far, and she felt kind of bad. she shook her head when he apologized. ”don’t be sorry.” she said in a low voice and her eyes went up to catch his face. ”i didn’t stay because you were in here...i stayed because i needed to play.” she did she needed to play. she needed to get lost in a song. it didn’t matter what song, but she needed a song and some release! then she just let him talk again, when he asked what did she think he was there for it peeked her interest. he lied to get here? why the fuck would someone lie to put themselves here. she would have bought into him having a sexual disorder, because well he was nineteen and he seemed to be very fond of ladies as far as she could remember. she didn’t pay too much to him back in texas to be honest! ”i owe you an apology.” she said sucking in her breathe because what southern person liked admitted they were wrong? ”i’m proud of you not that i’m in your line of give a fuck.” she said watching him out of the corner of her eye. ”better fix it or i’ll sick my other personality on you she’s named isabold! she’s a beast.” she was just kidding now.

when he said he had a reason he just not a good reason! she just shook her head at him. ”okay okay okay i get it you made a mistake and i’ve judged you far to harshly because you share the same last name as my best friend.” she said and stuck her finger out at him. ”i’m like that annoying little chihuaha in hope’s purse and you kind of just have to understand i’m just looking out for my best friend, because I know how much it hurt her and i just don’t want you to hurt her again and i may be small, but my bark and bite are loud and rightfully so, because i love that girl.” she said just setting out her final message and then narrowed her brows when he said people that actually wanted help and him. ”i doubt there are too many of those and then you’re like an exception, because apparently you don’t think you’re addicted to sex.” she said and she only laughed when he said she was failing. ”lies! watch you’re going to be crawling back and singing by like this week at some point and then all up in my dorm and a pain in the side cause you and hope are going to be lovey dovey little siblings again and alalala just watch” she teased and started giggling when he said he needed to go cry because she was so cruel. ”don’t cry connor its okayy.” she said her shoulder lightly bumping his as they took turns playing themes. ”a school full of crazies?! nothing? psh safest place like ever.” she said and then she stopped joking for a moment and got serious. ”don’t judge me okay...” she said because she was going to play one of her songs. she decided to sing got dynamite, because it could have so many different meanings and well connor blew up like dynamite on her so it was just a song to relate to a moment kind of and a song to get lost into and she needed it!

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