cross my heart x logan

[Tula Rae Cross]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 475px; height: 633px; background-image: url(http://i.imgur.com/mYuin.jpg);] [classy=Sui][STYLE=width: 305px; height: 460px; padding: 5px; text-align: justify; font-family: georgia; color: 2d2d2d; overflow: auto;][classy=Huo]Oh to be seventeen. Everlasting legs outstretched in front of you, listening to the greatest hits of the Lost Prophets on your iPod, with your back against the cold and institutionally white gym wall. The wafting smell of Juicy Fruit was enough to overpower the smell of sweat for a moment until the quick wave of cheerleaders moving out of the changing rooms together faded out. That seemed the big difference between the jocks and the cheerleaders, the jocks seemed to be slowly dispersing slowly as Tula stood there, but the cheerleaders came all at once. Part of the girl standing back and waiting for her boyfriend to come from the door beside her missed the days when she would have been part of the bubblegum scented group with their hair in high ponies, but she was happier tonight than she'd ever been down on that field waving her pom poms in the air. Tonight she got to cheer on one man, not a team, she got to feel the pride that came from him playing well, she got to support him the way that he supported her in other aspects of their lives. Their romance, while still donning training wheels, was that was of mutual support and clear adoration for one another. A lot of people would look on at this hopelessly happy high schooler and envy the ease of her life, a lot of people that don't know her of course. She wore burdens like they were silk scarves, delicately and easily, like they were irrelevant to her, she took on other peoples problems like she had none of her own and she very simply blocked her past out like it was a bad movie she'd resolved never to watch again and pushed the DVD to the back. No, all in all, Tula Cross seemed to be just your average seventeen year old girl, dating seventeen year old boys, worrying about her hair and her clothes and attending high school lacrosse games. She almost didn't notice the familiar form emerge from the changing room over the music blaring through her ears, but as she did she smiled up at him warmly, tugging the white ear buds away with one hand as the other held towards him. “Are you ready to go?” [/classy][/style][/classy]

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[loganscott]

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[atrb=style, background-color: #1A1A1A; border-radius: 35px;] [STYLE=height: 250px; width: 460px; margin-top: 6px; opacity: 0.7; border-radius: 30px; background-image: url(http://i993.photobucket.com/albums/af58/lunakids/gif/tumblr_m3y60irVQj1qm85dyo1_500.gif);][/style][STYLE=font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic; font-size: 45px; color: #E7E1CD; text-transform: lowercase; margin-top: -30px; letter-spacing: -3px; opacity: 0.99; text-shadow: 2px 2px 2px #000000;]YOU ONLY GOT ONE LIFE TO LEAD[/style][STYLE=font-family: arial; font-size: 12px; margin-top: -10px; color: #CEC6AA; letter-spacing: 2px; text-transform: uppercase;]SO DON'T TAKE FOR GRANTED THE LITTLE THINGS[/style] [STYLE=font-size: 11px; font-family: arial; margin-right: 13px; margin-left: 13px; text-align: justify; background-color: #696969; padding: 13px; color: #000000; margin-top: 6px; opacity: 0.95; margin-bottom: 1px; border-bottom-right-radius: 30px; border-bottom-left-radius: 30px;] For logan, the last few weeks had turned his world upside down. For a start…. His name had been changed by the red headed girl who often caught in his eye in the corner as he ran around a field full of hulking, sweaty men tossing balls to each other. In all honesty, the entire time he played he wondered just why he was there – just why he had ended up trying out for a team that now teased him for his apparent rise to popularity through his choice of girlfriend, an her supposed influence. Still… he didn’t have to try out. He didn’t have to join his teammates on the field. But he did. And he still wasn’t sure why. He supposedly played well, or so others told him, but Logan knew his heart hadn’t been in it. In truth, logan found little point in anything these days, when every time he close his eyes he could see the terrified faces of his dead friends, and the gruesome way each and every one of them met their end. There was little point to classes they were making you retake for a year, when everyone you used to know, and love, believed you to be guilty of a crime that gave you nightmares. Yes, he wondered why he was on the field, why he was even here, then he caught site of that redhead and remembered. He wanted to, no, needed to make this girl, who knew the truth about everything yet still continued to date him, proud. Heading from the shower he smiled when he saw her, and reached down for her hand, pulling her easily to her feet and planting a soft kiss on her forehead. ”Ready as I’ll ever be. “ [/style][STYLE=width: 400px; text-align: center; font-size: 9px; color: #565656; text-transform: uppercase; margin-top: 0px; font-family: arial; letter-spacing: 3px; opacity: 0.9;]made by kiwii at btn & ote![/style]

[Tula Rae Cross]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 475px; height: 633px; background-image: url(http://i.imgur.com/mYuin.jpg);] [classy=Sui][STYLE=width: 305px; height: 460px; padding: 5px; text-align: justify; font-family: georgia; color: 2d2d2d; overflow: auto;][classy=Huo]She didn't know how much her boyfriend was suffering. She probably should have, most girlfriends would. It might have only been a short while since they'd started seeing one another, but they already knew so much about one another. In her case, Logan knew things about her that not a soul besides her foster father had ever been allowed to and Logan had never tried to lie to her about his past, yet just like she didn't know he still suffered in his sleep, he didn't know the pain that was slowly destroying her either. That didn't mean they weren't happy though. Somewhere between the hell they were both going through, they'd found a sense of insane happiness in one another, a safe haven. Maybe she should have thought to ask him if he even wanted to play Lacrosse, maybe she should have asked a lot of things. Just because she couldn't deal with the loneliness and exile that came hand in hand with being unpopular didn't mean he'd feel the same way. Oh and of course there was that odd sad individual that believed he was only where he was because he was dating Tula, but that wasn't true, he earned his own place on the team and he played better than most of the other players, Tula just opened the opportunity to him. The way she saw it, if he hadn't wanted to, he always had the chance to say no, but he hadn't ever done that, so the little red head just assumed he'd been happy to play, besides, as she screamed his name excitedly from the stands, his eyes seemed to wander over to her and greet hers with a smile? Where was she supposed to find the bad in that. Her body had been far too eager to move with his, her hand clenching in his and long eyelashes fluttering down as her lids covered up the hazel hues that seemed to stare up at him in adoration for most of the time they were close. As his lips pressed against her forehead, she couldn't help but breath him in. Still slightly damp and wreaking of Lynx, this was close to perfection for the besotted teenager. Pushing back a piece of hair that had fallen from her pony tail, Tula looked up at her boy, beaming at him. "You were amazing out there!" As if nothing else did, her voice oozed pride, as did the gentle swing of her arm as she turned and proceeded to lead them out of the corridor. "So, where do we want to go?" [/classy][/style][/classy]

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[loganscott]

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[atrb=style, background-color: #1A1A1A; border-radius: 35px;] [STYLE=height: 250px; width: 460px; margin-top: 6px; opacity: 0.7; border-radius: 30px; background-image: url(http://i993.photobucket.com/albums/af58/lunakids/gif/tumblr_m3y60irVQj1qm85dyo1_500.gif);][/style][STYLE=font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic; font-size: 45px; color: #E7E1CD; text-transform: lowercase; margin-top: -30px; letter-spacing: -3px; opacity: 0.99; text-shadow: 2px 2px 2px #000000;]YOU ONLY GOT ONE LIFE TO LEAD[/style][STYLE=font-family: arial; font-size: 12px; margin-top: -10px; color: #CEC6AA; letter-spacing: 2px; text-transform: uppercase;]SO DON'T TAKE FOR GRANTED THE LITTLE THINGS[/style] [STYLE=font-size: 11px; font-family: arial; margin-right: 13px; margin-left: 13px; text-align: justify; background-color: #696969; padding: 13px; color: #000000; margin-top: 6px; opacity: 0.95; margin-bottom: 1px; border-bottom-right-radius: 30px; border-bottom-left-radius: 30px;] Logan couldn’t help but grin. Her pride was infectious and the sheer joy in her voice was like a wave of warmth that wrapped around him. There was a way about tula, a way in which she could seem to make him forget the bad stuff that normally occupied the greater part of his brain. It was always there of course – logan would wonder if it wasn’t as to just what she was doing to him, but it hurt less, and seemed to occupy less space when she held his hand. Tula made him happy, an ability few people in the last year had ever seemed to possess, and it was a happiness he wished to return tenfold. And there was the reason he played lacrosse, and let her tell him when his shirt was hideous, or wanted to hang out with her friends, people he often didn’t get along with. It made her happy… so it made him happy. ”Amazing?” he asked, laughing gently. ”I’m not so sure we were watching the same game.” he was teasing of course, the team had won so they can’t have been playing too badly, but that didn’t mean he was ever going to admit to playing well, let alone amazingly. His mother had ingrained modesty deeply into her son, even if she no longer seemed to acknowledge that inconvenient fact. Logan hadn’t spoken to his mother since the day she had loaded him into a car and sent him to her fathers, his grandfathers, on the other side of the country. It had been a reason for great sadness for the blonde haired teen who was forced into facing grief alone, amongst strangers, and repeating a year of education. ”Hmm… well. I don’t know about you, but after all that I’m starving. Do you fancy going to that burrito van? Though this time I swear I’m getting like, chorizo or something in it… I could smell it last time and it was making me drool worse than an English bulldog watching the butcher channel in a chicken factory.” Perhaps a somewhat strange analogy, but you get the idea. [/style][STYLE=width: 400px; text-align: center; font-size: 9px; color: #565656; text-transform: uppercase; margin-top: 0px; font-family: arial; letter-spacing: 3px; opacity: 0.9;]made by kiwii at btn & ote![/style]

[Tula Rae Cross]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 475px; height: 633px; background-image: url(http://i.imgur.com/mYuin.jpg);] [classy=Sui][STYLE=width: 305px; height: 460px; padding: 5px; text-align: justify; font-family: georgia; color: 2d2d2d; overflow: auto;][classy=Huo]Arm swaying gently with every step. Her body was twisting with the sway and her pony tail swooshing from side to side. This was heavenly for her. Happy. It was such an odd sensation. Freeing and utterly spectacular. Things were just fitting, everything fit. "It was amazing! It was!!" She didn't know if he was just being modest, but he was amazing. She had to be the proudest girl that ever lived, or at least had an amazing boyfriend on the lacrosse team. As she listened to him tell her what he wanted to do, she kept a good grip on his hand, a pearly white taking a hold of her bottom lip, her naturally blush lips turned as pale as her skin around it as the pressure grew, that was until she giggled and let it go. "Well.. Burritos are my favourite so I'm not going to say no." Her grin almost consumed her entire face as she looked up at him. Guiding him to her car, Tula pulled the chunky piece of plastic, that was bulking out the pocket of her shorts, into her hand and clicked it to unlock it, opening the boot for him to dump his stuff in before clicking the key out and heading to the drivers side. It was more of a recent development, Tula driving on a match day. She didn't like the idea of him running around a field and then driving her about. It took her swearing time and time again that she wouldn't drive with her knees again but that was something she was willing to do for her man. Hell she was willing to do anything for this man. She was smitten with a capital s, m, i and t! Once she was in the car, she started it and hooked her ipod into the stereo, leaving it on his side of the dash so he could change the station. Her car wrecked overwhelmingly of the california cherry air freshner hooked to the air vent and she had three shades of juicy tube in the change tray but other than that, there was nothing to scream that this was a girls car. Teenage girls decorating their cars in pink fluffy dice and filling the back with fluffy toys did nothing but infuriate the fiery red head. "You get the iPod but you also have to sleep on the side by the door tonight... You know I hate sleeping the door side..." [/classy][/style][/classy]

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[loganscott]

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[atrb=style, background-color: #1A1A1A; border-radius: 35px;] [STYLE=height: 250px; width: 460px; margin-top: 6px; opacity: 0.7; border-radius: 30px; background-image: url(http://i993.photobucket.com/albums/af58/lunakids/gif/tumblr_m3y60irVQj1qm85dyo1_500.gif);][/style][STYLE=font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic; font-size: 45px; color: #E7E1CD; text-transform: lowercase; margin-top: -30px; letter-spacing: -3px; opacity: 0.99; text-shadow: 2px 2px 2px #000000;]YOU ONLY GOT ONE LIFE TO LEAD[/style][STYLE=font-family: arial; font-size: 12px; margin-top: -10px; color: #CEC6AA; letter-spacing: 2px; text-transform: uppercase;]SO DON'T TAKE FOR GRANTED THE LITTLE THINGS[/style] [STYLE=font-size: 11px; font-family: arial; margin-right: 13px; margin-left: 13px; text-align: justify; background-color: #696969; padding: 13px; color: #000000; margin-top: 6px; opacity: 0.95; margin-bottom: 1px; border-bottom-right-radius: 30px; border-bottom-left-radius: 30px;] The fear that gripped his heart when Tula pulled the out the car keys was a familiar one. Though he grinned off her comment about being amazing with a good natured and non-committal shrug, he couldn’t help the falter in his step when they rounded on the car. He couldn’t help it. The first time she had driven he swore she had nearly killed them both – the woman drove like a maniac, and he secretly believed that she had bribed the driving instructor who had given her her licence. Still, he threw his stuff into the back as she popped the trunk, and then moved round to climb into the passenger seat. She had promised, after all, not to drive with her knees anymore. As long as she stuck to that, Logan was pretty sure he could handle whatever else was thrown at him. Still, when he climbed in, the first thing he had to do was open the window before the artificial smell of cherries gave him a headache. He loved this red head, and her willingness to drive him around, but damn that air freshener was strong when you first got in the car. Still, after a moment or so he was used to it, and rested back in his seat, grinning as he grabbed the ipod. ”The side by the door? Really? ” he asked, turning to look at her as his fingers scrolled the music tracks to find something with a beat to put on. He didn’t normally care, but after a match he liked to listen to something a little… angrier. It helped to calm him down, to relax and release the pent up aggression that came with the inevitable testosterone influx. ”Will you save me if someone tries to break in?” he was teasing her of course. He didn’t mind sleeping next to the door – truthfully it didn’t bother him at all where he slept so long as he could hold her against his chest, but he did get a kick out of teasing her. ”Finnneee. Ill sleep by the door. ” He grinned, and leaned over to kiss her gently on the cheek, so not to distract her too much whilst she was driving. [/style][STYLE=width: 400px; text-align: center; font-size: 9px; color: #565656; text-transform: uppercase; margin-top: 0px; font-family: arial; letter-spacing: 3px; opacity: 0.9;]made by kiwii at btn & ote![/style]

[Tula Rae Cross]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 475px; height: 633px; background-image: url(http://i.imgur.com/mYuin.jpg);] [classy=Sui][STYLE=width: 305px; height: 460px; padding: 5px; text-align: justify; font-family: georgia; color: 2d2d2d; overflow: auto;][classy=Huo]TULA WAS A GOOD DRIVER DAMMIT. Okay she liked to drive with her knees, and cursed in Irish, but that was just thanks to her loving father driving instructor. She noticed the way he wound down the window, considering he did it every time he got in, it wasn't a big deal anymore, Tula didn't doubt that one day, he'd do it and she wouldn't even notice, that or she was going to get a new air freshener that her boyfriend could stand. She looked back at him as he questioned the side of the bed she'd asked him to sleep on. She'd simply nodded as he did so, grinning and pulling out of the parking spot she was in, starting on her way out of the parking lott. Then he asked if she'd save him and she just scoffed playfully. He knew as well as she did, she'd kill anyone that went near him, but she could only tease as much as he did. And then, the next thing she knew he was saying he'd do it, leaning over to kiss her cheek. With a grin her hand moved up off her gear stick to rest upon his cheek, stroking it gently, her grin growing wider with every passing moment. "Thank you baby." She eventually moved her hand to the steering wheel to turn the corner. Sure she could do it one handed, but she didn't want her boy to freak out watching her spin her hand over the wheel instead of steering it. "Logan... If there's any risk of anyone hurting you.... I'll totally save you.... I cant live without you so..... I'd kind of have to!" It was true. There were few people in her life Tula felt she couldn't live without, but quickly and easily, Logan became one of those. Steering down the road, Tula just smiled, looking over at him eventually. "Hey... Have I mentioned that you're really incredibly hot? You are really incredibly hot. We should make out some time!" [/classy][/style][/classy]

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[loganscott]

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[atrb=style, background-color: #1A1A1A; border-radius: 35px;] [STYLE=height: 250px; width: 460px; margin-top: 6px; opacity: 0.7; border-radius: 30px; background-image: url(http://i993.photobucket.com/albums/af58/lunakids/gif/tumblr_m3y60irVQj1qm85dyo1_500.gif);][/style][STYLE=font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic; font-size: 45px; color: #E7E1CD; text-transform: lowercase; margin-top: -30px; letter-spacing: -3px; opacity: 0.99; text-shadow: 2px 2px 2px #000000;]YOU ONLY GOT ONE LIFE TO LEAD[/style][STYLE=font-family: arial; font-size: 12px; margin-top: -10px; color: #CEC6AA; letter-spacing: 2px; text-transform: uppercase;]SO DON'T TAKE FOR GRANTED THE LITTLE THINGS[/style] [STYLE=font-size: 11px; font-family: arial; margin-right: 13px; margin-left: 13px; text-align: justify; background-color: #696969; padding: 13px; color: #000000; margin-top: 6px; opacity: 0.95; margin-bottom: 1px; border-bottom-right-radius: 30px; border-bottom-left-radius: 30px;] ” Well.. now I feel better” Logans smile was genuine and warm as he turned towards her, the curve of his lips reaching his eyes with ease, lighting them up from the inside. Despite the fact that her driving scared him to his very core, especially when she lifted her legs and took over steering with her knees so she could do something else with her hands, he didn’t actually mind being in the car with her in the driving seat. After a game he was always tired, he just wanted to go home and crawl into bed, and he knew that on more than one occasion he had fallen asleep whilst he had been driving him home, his blonde head falling back and his eyes closing until she shook him awake. He was pretty sure, that if she could, she would simply carry him inside, but despite the amazing things her little frame were able to do, he doubted that lifting his substantially larger one was one of them. Turning his gaze back out the window, Logan closed his eyes and enjoyed the feel of the breeze coming through the window as it danced on his face, caressing his warm cheeks with gentle, cold fingers, fingers that also moved to comb through his still wet hair. It was somewhat relaxing, despite the fact it was so cold. He could be a little weird sometimes in that respect, and he had always preferred the colder weather to the warmer – he loves snow far too much to cheat on it with the simple pleasure of summer. Though, even he had to admit that the summer did wonderful things to girl… especially one girl… and her wardrobe. It was with a fond smile that he recalled a particular few moments in a hole meant for a pond…. ” You might have mentioned it once before” Again, his face split into a smile as he turned back to look at her. ” And I agree. We totally should. In fact… maybe you should pull over for a minute… you know. Before the curiosity of it gets the better of you and you dive on me without stopping?” [/style][STYLE=width: 400px; text-align: center; font-size: 9px; color: #565656; text-transform: uppercase; margin-top: 0px; font-family: arial; letter-spacing: 3px; opacity: 0.9;]made by kiwii at btn & ote![/style]

[Tula Rae Cross]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 475px; height: 633px; background-image: url(http://i.imgur.com/mYuin.jpg);] [classy=Sui][STYLE=width: 305px; height: 460px; padding: 5px; text-align: justify; font-family: georgia; color: 2d2d2d; overflow: auto;][classy=Huo]Despite their youth, Logan and Tula's love was undeniable. Any person that could dare doubt that the chisel jawed blonde meant everything to the littlest Cross needed their head or their eyes testing, because it was obvious in everything from the way she spoke to him, the way she spoke about him and the way she was when she was around him. She knew people doubted them, they believed that your first love, the person you fell for in high school, probably wasn't going to be the person you'd spend forever with, but Tula couldn't. There wasn't a part of her, a place in her head or her heart, that didn't believe that when she was 80, Logan wouldn't be on the other side of the bed as she slept. The door side of course. She cared for him more than she knew she could care about someone, she would move mountains to make him happy and she'd die to keep him safe. But it was true, she was far from capable of lifting him out of a car. Hell, a few times, she'd left him to sleep a while, parking up out front and turning in her chair to watch him. As the car went silent, Tula focused on driving them. She knew he wasn't asleep, not yet, there was no tell tale snoring beside her, but she knew he was calm and relaxed and she was happy to leave him that way, thought as he laid there with his eyes closed, taking in the cold air, she couldn't help but let her own eyes flicker towards him occasionally, watching him for the briefest of moments before they had to go back to the road. She didn't know he was thinking about her naked body writhing against freshly dug dirt, nor was it a good idea for her to know... It'd force her to think about it and that'd definitely be more than enough to distract her from the road. Once the silence was broken for a trivial and all in all jokey comment, that was it, she knew she couldn't let her man sleep on her today. Not yet at least. She craved him too much. After all that time screaming him on from the sidelines, watching him, waiting for the moment that buzzer went and knowing that it wouldn't be long until he was close to her and she could hold him.... No. She needed it, even if it was five minutes of pointless banter before they reached home and he fell asleep in her arms. She had not expected him to tell her to pull over though. An impish grin spread across her face and she let out a gentle giggle, sliding her hand over the top of his thigh for a moment and squeezing gently as she looked for somewhere to do so. They both knew that last time such a suggestion had been made they'd ended up having sex in a van in a lay-by. Once she spotted somewhere, she pulled in, well aware that the busy road it was off meant she probably wouldn't be ripping his clothes off this time, but she put on her hand break, turning the key in the ignition once so the music still blared through the car, and with a gentle click, she released her belt so she could lean over and press her lips to her loves. [/classy][/style][/classy]

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