Or should I just keep chasing pavements?

[TIFFANY BELLE]

As Tiffany pulled a hoodie over her tank top, smiled to herself, finally getting to see Abraham another time. For the last couple of days, she had been up to her ears in school work and at last, finally. She got to see him, and she would get that tingly feeling again. Tiffany didn't want Abraham to find out about this. At all. She wasn't so uncertain of what she wanted regarding him. At times, he was sooo annoying, and the way he tried so, so hard made her smile, even if she told him that it make her really peeved. Abraham had promised to not give up on her, and he kept his word. Tiffany liked the attention, a lot, but eventually he would just run out of attempts. She was terrified of him giving up right when she would decide what to do. Tiffany needed more time. A lot more time.

On the college chat room tonight, Tiffany was waiting for the moment when Abraham suggested they hang out. She immediately jumped on the chance to spend time with him. She wasn't really sure of what they were going to do, though. Tiffany had been lurking in the chat room once in a while to see if he was there, but he wasn't. She had felt really creepy after that and distracted herself by reading her Bible, hoping to get her mind of Abraham. Once someone named Justus came into the chat room, Tiffany immediately froze up, terrified. She had heard about him from Micah, who was in the chat earlier, warning everybody about it. Abraham didn't take this warning seriously, and started messing around with him. After several attempts of getting him to stop, she had told him that once she was over there, she would make him get off that chat room.


Tiffany walked out the door without any shoes on. She shuffled her socks along the hallway and downstairs, to the door of Abraham's dorm room. She knocked once, weakly. She knocked again, stronger in case he didn't hear the first time. Tiffany turned the knob and peeked inside. "Hello? Abraham? It's Tiffany." She walked into the room a little, closing the door. She looked around, peering at Abraham on his laptop. "Get off the chat room now." She crossed her arms across her chest, waiting.

notes: THIS IS SUCK-ISH. BUT YOU LOVE ME.
OUTFIT HOE

[ABRAHAM FAULCON]

Abraham hadn't been on the college's chat room in a long while. This was mostly due to the fact that he'd gotten off probation and was taking far too much advantage of that. Now that he'd gotten himself in trouble again- by lighting a box of tampons on fire at a Costco, mind you- he was back to finding his entertainment on the chat room. Luckily, Tiffany was on that night.

The girl was his favorite source of entertainment. She was the definition of a bible-thumper, and yet he'd chat her up like
he would any girl. She wasn't bad at all, she was quite attractive. And if she wasn't the hardcore Christian she was, she'd definitely be a man-eater. Abbie liked her fine as she was, though. That meant he got her a little more to himself.

He'd already gotten under her skin once before, letting her read bible passages about lust being a sin even as he was sliding a hand up her leg. Yet, she was still happy to come over to his dorm room. She didn't honestly think he'd play completely innocent with her, right? Well, he wouldn't. He wasn't going to make her do anything, but he'd get a little friendly if he could manage it.

He figured once she got there- and made him get off the chat room- they could probably watch one of the movies Freude had lying around. He knew Caleb sometimes left his movies over and so Tiffany might like something like that. And he could be contented to sidling up next to her the whole while.

Glancing up only when Tiffany peeked her head through the door, he smiled broadly, hitting the enter key on his (Freude's) laptop.

"You'll have to come over here and make meee." He cooed happily.

[TIFFANY BELLE]

"Abraham!" She stamped her foot, standing still in her place. "You're going to get killed." Tiffany trudged over to where Abraham was. She glanced at the chat room window, reading all the ridiculous things he had said, getting himself in more trouble. "You're really dumb, you know that?" She crossed her arms again, staring straight at him.

Tiffany reached for the laptop screen, holding the back of it, ready to close it. "You get to say good-bye to everybody. Then I'm closing it." Tiffany blushed, feeling dominant. She moved her hair to one shoulder, then raised her eyebrows seriously at Abraham, waiting for him to submit.

notes: ugh, i'm such a shit. what's wrong with me

[ABRAHAM FAULCON]

Abbie scrunched up his nose as Tiffany insisted that he was going to get himself killed,

"Why would a stripper kill me?" Abraham said, laughing slightly, as he watched her come over and smiled broadly, letting her read the conversation. He was looking pretty cheeky, proud of his ability to be infuriatingly slow to others.

Gasping as if offended when she called him dumb, he put his hand to his chest. "That cut deep, Tiff." He said sniffling slightly, and huffing when she waited expectantly for him to say goodbye to everyone. Bidding his new stripper friend and the rest goodbye he let Tiffany close the laptop and then smiled back up at her, moving his hands around to her back and pulling her onto his lap.

"Whatta ya wanna do?" He asked into her ear as he pushed hair off her neck. "I was thinking you could pick out a movie for us to watch." He suggested casually, even as he nuzzled his face into her neck.

[TIFFANY BELLE]

Tiffany sighed out, exasperated. "He's not a stripper! For the last time.." She sucked her teeth, closing the laptop. She laughed at Abraham's sarcasm softly. "Ridiculous.." Tiffany watched the lights from the laptop shut off and she let out a sigh of relief.

When Abraham's hands touched her back, a shock went through her. Oh gosh. Here we go. She felt flushed and dizzy as she sat comfortably on Abraham's lap. Lord, please help me control myself, please help me control myself.. Tiffany felt her hair pushed back, and she closed her eyes, happy that Abraham couldn't see her face with his snuggled against her neck. Tiffany's hand fell at Abraham's side, holding onto his shirt.

"A movie sounds.. nice." To be honest, Tiffany didn't know what to do at all. She was happy that he suggested something to do. "W-What do you have?" She stuttered, feeling chills as he moved his nose underneath her ear. She let her hair fall back in front of her shoulders again, making a curtain over Abraham's head.

[ABRAHAM FAULCON]

Nodding even as he was still nuzzling into her neck, he smiled,

"A movie it is." He said, pulling his arm under Tiffany's legs and the other on her back, picking her up bridal-style and carrying her over to the stash of movies piled up next to the tv. "Take your pick." He said as he set her down, leaning in front of them, sifting through the dvds a bit.

"There's some horror ones and then Freude's boyfriend Caleb left over a bunch of his disney stuff, so whichever tickles your fancy." He informed her lightly, standing back up and going over into the kitchen. "Popcorn and soda, yeah?" He called even as he was rummaging through the fridge for the big bottle of Orange off-brand soda he'd ran off with once when he'd had a craving at a convenient store.

[TIFFANY BELLE]

"Oh my gosh!" Tiffany exclaimed as she was lifted off his lap. She laughed as she was carried over to a DVD rack. She was finally put down and glanced at all the choices she had. Tiffany wasn't really keen on horror movies, so she skipped over the ones that at scary covers or weird names that reeked of creepiness. "Oh, you have Aladin!" Tiffany snatched the case from the rack, grinning. She set the case next to the laptop as she walked into the kitchen with Abraham. "Yes, please.." She started looking through the cabinents for the popcorn, but instead found alcohol. She rolled her eyes and turned toward Abraham. "Where's the popcorn?" She lifted her arms and then let them fall, frustrated. Why did he have all this alcohol, she had hoped he wouldn't get her drunk or anything like that. Nah, Abraham wasn't like that..

Tiffany stared at his body from behind. She admired his many tattoos, wanting him to explain every last one of them. She longed for him to just hold her and him to tell her the stories of all his fire mishaps and the things he got into. Tiffany wanted a tattoo as well, a spiritual one of course. She wanted a cross tattooed over her heart. Maybe Abraham would take her to get it done. Tiffany caught herself staring at his arms with her mouth partially open. Oops. she closed her mouth, embarrased.

notes: ok so I did this on my phone at two seperate times, so sorry if I suck ballz.

[ABRAHAM FAULCON]

"Do I?" He peeked over to Tiffany stooping over the dvds, checking her out from the back before she stood up and he caught sight of the dvd in her hand. "Guess I do. Alright, cool." He nodded in agreement, not remember when the last time he saw Aladdin was. It had definitely been a good while.

Pulling cups out of the top cabinet now and pouring the soda, he turned to see Tiffany pausing in her search for the popcorn. "Wrong cabinet." He smiled lightly, coming over to close up the liquor cabinet before reaching over her and pulling the popcorn down from the top shelf.

Sliding it into the microwave and setting it on the timer, he then scooped up the drinks and instructed Tiffany, "Don't let it explode, now." teasingly, as he strolled back over to the couch and set the drinks on the coffee table, then stooping in front of the dvd player and popping the disc in so he could sync it up to the main menu.

Heading back into the kitchen, he came up behind Tiffany, pulling his arms around her front and resting his chin on her shoulder her started him A Whole New World- very off-key.

[TIFFANY BELLE]

Tiffany jumped up and perched herself up on the counter, watching Abraham put the popcorn in the microwave. She opened up the cabinet beside her, pulling out a bowl for the popcorn. She watched him move the drinks to the coffee table and set up the DVD. While he was doing this, Tiffany jumped down from the counter, putting her hands inside the front pocket of her hoodie, waiting for the popcorn to be made. She could smell the butter already. Tiffany imagined Abraham throwing popcorn at her, or something. If he did, she would just dump the whole thing on his head. Okay, maybe not, but..

Tiffany pulled her hands out of her pocket and held them on top of Abraham's. She smiled down at the warmth on her stomach from his hands. As he started singing off-key into her ear, she laughed loudly. "You're a really bad singer." She ran her index finger across his hand, hearing the microwave go off. She didn't want to move, but she did anyway. Tiffany pulled his hands off of her stomach, moving toward the microwave, pulling out the bag and pouring it into the bowl. Immediately, she grabbed a piece and ate it. "This popcorn is yummy. Like.. super yummy." She grabbed several more pieces and put them in her mouth.

Before walking over to the couch, she grabbed the bowl and sat down cross legged, staring at the main menu of Aladdin. She placed the popcorn in her lap, waiting for Abraham to sit next to her. Tiffany pulled her hair back, because she was feeling a little hot in his dorm room.

[ABRAHAM FAULCON]

Abraham pouted jokingly at her comment about his singing, sniffling,
"So, you mean I shouldn't drop out of school to make my musical debut?" He questioned, tone soft but teasing, enjoying the fact she held onto his hands. Patting her lightly on the small of her back when she went over to retrieve the popcorn and watched her pop a few pieces into her mouth.

"Only the best for my Tiffy-poo." He cooed, using that nickname that she swore she didn't like, but he felt she was warming up to. Following her over to the couch, he sidled up next to her and leaned forward to grab the remote. Casually slipping a hand around to her other side he pulled her in a little closer, pecking at the popcorn in the bowl chicken-style, coming up with three pieces clenched precariously between his teeth.

Grinning as he chewed he sank down more comfortably into the couch, watching Tiffany out of the corner of his eye as the opening scene started to play out on the screen. "I bet you ten buck there's a genie in that lamp." He smirked, nudging his shoulder lightly into her side.

[TIFFANY BELLE]

"Yes. You should get a real education." She laughed at him, smiling broadly.
Ugh. Tiffany hated that name. So much. It sounded too much of a couple name. Why couldn't he just call her Tiffany? After all, she called Abraham by his full name. Tiffany also kind of liked it. It made her feel like Abraham was giving her all the attention, but that might just be because he wants sex. Which wasn't happening. "Abraham, you know how much I hate that name. What if I called you Abby-poo?" Tiffany snickered at how ridiculous "Abby-poo" sounded coming out of her mouth.

Tiffany rested her head against Abraham's shoulder, deciding the boundaries for tonight. No inappropriate touching. Only lustful stares from those gorgeous, mesmerizing eyes..Snap out of it, Tiff. You can't do this. She laughed loudly at Abraham the Chicken. "Oh, very funny.." She ate some more popcorn, watching the beginning of the movie. Tiffany laughed once at Abraham's comment about the lamp. "Nooo." She said sarcastically, moving her position around. Tiffany worked out of Abraham's arms, moving sideways, and leaned her back against the arm rest. She draped her thin legs over Abraham's lap and chewed on some more popcorn. She smiled at him, not really thinking of what he would do. It was too late to move back to the other position when she finally realized that he would do some inappropriate touching. Guess she was going to stretch the boundaries a little tonight. Only a little.

[ABRAHAM FAULCON]

Snorting a bit when she talked about a real education, he shook his head lately, "A real education? In Vegas? Is that possible?" He chuckled, reaching into the bowl with his hand this time and retrieving a handful of popcorn as he turned to see Aladdin running from the guards. "Aladdin's so bad-ass. I'd definitely be him if I were a disney character. I think you'd be Cinderella." He nodded over to Tiffany.

Smirking lightly as she sighed at the nickname again, he shrugged, "I wouldn't mind that at all! Abby-poo's pretty cool." He nodded proudly, always one to take on any nickname he was given. Children in Jr. High had thought 'Abbie' would be a good name to taunt someone with, but Abraham had started to answer to it quite eagerly.

Resting his arms over her legs comfortably for a moment, he stared at the screen casually, figuring he'd let her get comfortable before he was to try anything. Eventually, he leaned over to dig his hand into the bowl of popcorn on her lap, eyes nonchalantly on hers, though he was staring with some sort of intensity locked behind them. Licking his lips lightly as he popped the kernels into his mouth and looker her over again, not moving but grabbing another handful of popcorn.

[TIFFANY BELLE]

Tiffany gave Abraham a weird look. "Why would I be Cinderella?" Tiffany always like Princess Aurora the best when she was little. She laughed out loud at Abraham's agreeing on the name "Abby-poo." "There's no way I'd ever actually call you Abby-poo!" She laughed harder. "Not at all.."

As Abraham kept reaching over to get the popcorn in her lap, she tried to focus on the movie, but kept glancing over at him, and their eyes meeting. Oh jeez. Oh my gosh. Tiffany felt her stomach do flips. She looked down at the popcorn and handed it to Abraham. "Not hungry anymore." She mumbled to herself, reaching for her drink and gulping down half of it. Why was her mouth suddenly dry? Oh, of course. This had happened to her before. The last time she and Abraham hung out together, her stomach was in all types of knots, and she felt the need to strip down and lay on her bed, with the fan on just to cool off. Of course she did this after he left, but she would never admit it. Abraham made Tiffany feel so better about herself, increasing her confidence ten fold.

"Is it kinda hot in here to you?" Tiffany fanned her face with her hand, trying to stop the sweat from dripping from her forehead. Before Abraham could answer, she yanked off her hoodie, laying it down on her lap. She instantly felt better with her arms exposed. She felt the small amount of sweat wick off her arms and she continued watching the movie, crossing her ankles across Abraham's lap. Tiffany again was caught in a situation where she couldn't turn back. She had a gut feeling that she really shouldn't have took off her hoodie, suddenly realizing that the only breast protection was an extra layer of fabric with elastic. Please don't let him notice, please don't let him notice. She covered her chest by crossing her arms. Okay, safe. She glanced over at Abraham one last time, relieved that he was eating popcorn and not paying very close attention to her in that moment.