November 2nd, 2012

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Toulouse flipped slowly through his sketchbook, studying each drawing carefully. The subject was the same in all—her brown eyes shone up at him from the page. His finger traced the curve of her charcoal cheek. Maybe, he mused, maybe it was scary to have a writer fall in love with you, but it must be terrifying to have an artist fall in love with you. He turned the page, and smiled. This was his favorite drawing. Alice looked over her shoulder at him, the gentle curve of her spine shading her bare back. She was pulling on side of her dress up her shoulder so he could zip it in place. She had a playful half smile, and a not so innocent twinkle in her eye.

He sharpened his pencil and turned to another blank page. Sketching quickly, but carefully, he smiled as Alice’s familiar form began to appear. She stood, hip cocked, her hand resting on it, her ring visible. He knew she would always, and forever, be his favorite subject. He loved her so much that it was never a chore to picture her, and transfer her to paper. Quite the opposite. She was his favorite. He sketched her lines, her messy hair and slim fingers. He soft lips, quirked into an easy smile. Her long legs and her toes. Every part of her that he could, he committed to memory.

She’d been taken away before, but he’d never let her go now. He just wanted to build memories to last his entire life, so he’ll always know how she looked, his precious Alice, no matter what happens.

October 15th, 2012

1 new message from:

  • Toulouse: Um... no. That would be after the wedding... ya know... but I'm glad I have you along... since I have a feeling that my friends probably wouldn't be as supportive.
  • Berlioz: RIIIGHT Gotcha Gotcha Gotcha. I'm here man. Tomorrow is your big day, and I'm not about to get in the way.
  • Toulouse: Berlioz! I swear, you're the worst listener... never mind. I'll figure it out.
  • Berlioz: I may or may not be a little under the influence right now. But either way. Plane. Tomorrow. I'll be there.
  • Toulouse: I think you have a plan there, darling little brother. But you'd better be there. I'll kill you if you aren't...
  • Berlioz: I'll be there. Don't worry.
  • Toulouse: Thanks. Night, Ber.

1 new message from:

  • Toulouse: Um... no. That would be after the wedding... ya know... but I'm glad I have you along... since I have a feeling that my friends probably wouldn't be as supportive.
  • Berlioz: RIIIGHT Gotcha Gotcha Gotcha. I'm here man. Tomorrow is your big day, and I'm not about to get in the way.
  • Toulouse: Berlioz! I swear, you're the worst listener... never mind. I'll figure it out.
  • Berlioz: I may or may not be a little under the influence right now. But either way. Plane. Tomorrow. I'll be there.
  • Toulouse: I think you have a plan there, darling little brother. But you'd better be there. I'll kill you if you aren't...

This is the first day of my life

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Her palms were sweaty. Her heart was beating wildly out of control. For two years, this was what she was looking forward to. And now what she was finally here, it just seemed so surreal. She held her breath as she could hear her sister’s heels clicking as she walked down the halls then later the sound of metal as her sister unlocked the door. “Alice? What’s going on-?” she stopped shortly as she tried processing the image in front of her. Alice was dressed in a knee-length white dress with a bodice that was encrusted with small pearls and diamonds that stretched all the way up to her neckline. Her hair was neatly curled and pinned back by the 

Her cheeks tinged pink as her sister just continued to stare at her. “No way!” her sister exclaimed. For a moment, her heart dropped. Although the two of them have been engaged, the wedding itself was spontaneous. They decided to invite their family and friends to the Getty’s villa and told them to wear their best formal without telling anyone but Berlioz the plans. After all, they needed him as Toulouse’s best man. Alice opted out having a bridesmaid since her ideal one was back on the ship. They felt this was a better plan, no fuss. They hired a officiant to marry them off and that was as professional as it got. The guest list consisted of just Toulouse’s aunts, Charlotte, and Berlioz. They didn’t even have a real reservation  for the venue. Alice just had Sam and Patrick distract the guards.

“You look so beautiful… Toulouse is going to love it!” she hugged her little sister tightly, causing Alice’s to freeze in shock. She wasn’t expecting Charlotte to just accept that her 16-year-old was getting married. “You’re not angry?” she questioned shyly. “Well I wish you told me so I could prepare more properly but I guess I know why you did this. Do you have a reception planned after this?” Alice just shook her head and blushed. “Well then, at least I have something to do.” The gap-toothed teenager just grinned, excited for the wedding to start.

Toulouse paced across his bedroom, in a state of near panic. His brother had managed to talk him into a white shirt and a charcoal vest, with a matching tie and black slacks. Berlioz was wearing something similar, though much better, Toulouse had to admit, as his brother lounged lazily on Toulouse’s bed, his eyes following the older triplet’s progress. “What if I panic? I want this more than anything, but what if I stumble or something?” He asked, nervously. Berlioz shrugged and lit a cigarette.

Toulouse mimicked his dark haired sibling, fiddling with his lighter before touching the flame to the end of his cigarette. Another thought struck him. What was he going to do that night? He had no clue! He and Alice had fooled around a little, but mostly they cuddled and made out. “Ber?” He began to ask shakily, but his brother signalled it was time for them to leave.

The boys took Toulouse’s car to the museum, where they met Alice, Charlotte, the officiator, and Alice’s two friends waiting at the gate for them. The Getty Villa was quiet—they were the only ones there.

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1 new message from:

  • Toulouse: We're coming back a day later, anyways. So you'll still get to see her soon.
  • Berlioz: Sorry I freaked.
  • Berlioz: I really do hope you two have an awesome wedding,
  • Berlioz: I'll see you on the plane.
  • Toulouse: It's okay. You'll be there, so if something goes wrong, I can blame you.
  • Berlioz: Of course you can. Why else would I be there?
  • Toulouse: Moral support and to hang on my collar so I can't run away... and to give me an idea of what to do tomorrow night... cause yeah...
  • Berlioz: Tomorrow night. That's the wedding? I've never done this before either Toui. But We're in this together. I won't leave your side.
  • Toulouse: Um... no. That would be after the wedding... ya know... but I'm glad I have you along... since I have a feeling that my friends probably wouldn't be as supportive.
  • Berlioz: RIIIGHT Gotcha Gotcha Gotcha. I'm here man. Tomorrow is your big day, and I'm not about to get in the way.
  • Toulouse: Berlioz! I swear, you're the worst listener... never mind. I'll figure it out.

1 new message from:

  • Toulouse: We're coming back a day later, anyways. So you'll still get to see her soon.
  • Berlioz: Sorry I freaked.
  • Berlioz: I really do hope you two have an awesome wedding,
  • Berlioz: I'll see you on the plane.
  • Toulouse: It's okay. You'll be there, so if something goes wrong, I can blame you.
  • Berlioz: Of course you can. Why else would I be there?
  • Toulouse: Moral support and to hang on my collar so I can't run away... and to give me an idea of what to do tomorrow night... cause yeah...
  • Berlioz: Tomorrow night. That's the wedding? I've never done this before either Toui. But We're in this together. I won't leave your side.
  • Toulouse: Um... no. That would be after the wedding... ya know... but I'm glad I have you along... since I have a feeling that my friends probably wouldn't be as supportive.

1 new message from:

  • Toulouse: We're coming back a day later, anyways. So you'll still get to see her soon.
  • Berlioz: Sorry I freaked.
  • Berlioz: I really do hope you two have an awesome wedding,
  • Berlioz: I'll see you on the plane.
  • Toulouse: It's okay. You'll be there, so if something goes wrong, I can blame you.
  • Berlioz: Of course you can. Why else would I be there?
  • Toulouse: Moral support and to hang on my collar so I can't run away... and to give me an idea of what to do tomorrow night... cause yeah...

1 new message from:

  • Toulouse: We're coming back a day later, anyways. So you'll still get to see her soon.
  • Berlioz: Sorry I freaked.
  • Berlioz: I really do hope you two have an awesome wedding,
  • Berlioz: I'll see you on the plane.
  • Toulouse: It's okay. You'll be there, so if something goes wrong, I can blame you.

1 new message from:

  • Berlioz: Hey fucktard. I didn't even know you were engaged. Give me a break. And second I just got back and had phone service for the first time today. So get the stick out of your ass and tell me what the hell is going on.
  • Toulouse: Hey Bitch-fit. I've been engaged since I was 15. How do you not know this? We're flying home tonight to get married tomorrow. Pack your shit up again, and get your ass on the plane. You're the best man.
  • Berlioz: Maybe this is a sign that we should talk more....
  • Toulouse: If you didn't disappear randomly, baby bro...
  • Berlioz: I don't disappear. Except I did the past two weeks. But that doesn't count. Becuase you haven't been around either. And then Marie left too.
  • Toulouse: I was with Alice. Ya know, the chick I'm marrying.
  • Berlioz: And I was playing my music, and smoking my brains away. I've got so much to live for.
  • Toulouse: Well, kudos. You should definitely talk to that Kiara chick... ya know...
  • Berlioz: I am. But now apparently I'm leaving again.
  • Toulouse: We're coming back a day later, anyways. So you'll still get to see her soon.

1 new message from:

  • Berlioz: Hey fucktard. I didn't even know you were engaged. Give me a break. And second I just got back and had phone service for the first time today. So get the stick out of your ass and tell me what the hell is going on.
  • Toulouse: Hey Bitch-fit. I've been engaged since I was 15. How do you not know this? We're flying home tonight to get married tomorrow. Pack your shit up again, and get your ass on the plane. You're the best man.
  • Berlioz: Maybe this is a sign that we should talk more....
  • Toulouse: If you didn't disappear randomly, baby bro...
  • Berlioz: I don't disappear. Except I did the past two weeks. But that doesn't count. Becuase you haven't been around either. And then Marie left too.
  • Toulouse: I was with Alice. Ya know, the chick I'm marrying.
  • Berlioz: And I was playing my music, and smoking my brains away. I've got so much to live for.
  • Toulouse: Well, kudos. You should definitely talk to that Kiara chick... ya know...