walks on the beach (amy)

[alan xavier jameson]

The beach was normally the place Alan went to try and clear his head, although the sand always got everywhere and he hated having to go home and shower four times just to feel clean again due to the salt water but he seemed to manage. He liked walking along the sand to clear thoughts from his mind, he liked the sound of the waved, and he loved the smell of the salt in the air. It was always weird how these things seemed to just give him comfort, he always seemed to feel more at home out here and after everything that seemed to be happening lately he just needed that time where he could just walk along the best and be his self for a change. He had really been going through a lot lately and it always seemed like his thoughts were going a thousand miles per minute and he really wasn't sure how to handle it.

He was a weird person, and he wasn't afraid to admit it but he was never one to really believe there was an issue. People would wonder what they did about him, but he wasn’t going to admit he had a problem; he refused to believe what they would say to him because he really did believe that he was fine. He would clean eight times a day or more, he couldn’t enter a room without opening and closing the door a certain number of times, and there would be hell if his foods just happened to touch. He had always been this way though, ever since he was a little kid he would be a lot more clean than the other children, always cleaning and doing what was told of him. He was obedient, and just seemed to really hate any form of change in his routine and his parents didn’t question it in till recently, apparently his condition was getting worse and for once they were worried about him. Just recently he had learned that he had major OCD, and he was still terrified of actually telling anyone for what they might say about it.

He just really wasn’t the type of person to tell people things anyway, and no one really seemed to ask him questions so he really didn’t see the need to say anything in the first place. He was fine with things staying as they were and he was fine with all the cleaning, and obsessing he dealt with day after day because his life had just always been this way and no one could change that about him no matter how hard they tried. People really did try too, they would try to change his routine, do things differently to see if he noticed, they would even move things around, but that didn’t do a thing. Alan would just go and fix the things that were moved around or he would find some way to make sure his routine stayed the same. If anything was really changed he would freak, and now just walking along the sand he sighed just feeling annoyed and angry and he really didn’t even know why. He knew he could be jealous sometimes, but he never thought that it was an issue.

He had been cheated on and hurt in the past, and he liked to believe he just still wasn’t over it and he knew that he just really over it either because he thought he loved the girl who had just dumped him in the end and now there was Amy in his life. The two were in an arranged marriage because of their parents, and Alan tended to be the type of person who fell fast and he could already feel his self falling for Amy and because of that he tended to be pretty possessive even when he tried not to be. He tried to give her space and let her live her life, but it was just really hard and try as he might he just couldn’t do it and the minute she had started talking about Dom he pretty much lost it. He knew the two were friends and close in age, but every time she talked about him or was even with him he just got so mad his blood boiled. She seemed to really like him, and sometimes Alan wanted to say why not marry him instead but he knew he didn’t want to think about what she could possibly say about that so he just didn’t say anything and just standing there he sighed. He really did seem to wonder if Amy actually wanted to be with him sometimes, these two were in this together right?

[amy jane mccallister]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true][atrb=style, background-color: #fff; width: 505px; border-top: 10px #95D9DE solid, bTable] ☼ sunshine YOU CAN BE MY Alan was mad at amy. this was absolutely wrong. her intention wasn't to have him mad at her, in fact she never thought he would be this mad. when did he get so possessive over her? they were forced into an engagement by their parents, so there were less chances of them actually liking each other so much to grow possessive over each other. Unless, Alan was one of those few guys who fell too fast but Amy hardly thought of herself being so good that alan fell for her right away. she decided not to think over this for thinking too much only created complications, moreover, she didn't wanted to assume things on her own. their relationship was too new. they were family friends and had known each other for a while but not like she knew her best friends. she wasn't aware of his taste, style, hobbies, likes & dislikes, like she knew of her best friends. she needed time to get to know him better. he was a great guy but with greater differences. love? she didn't think she could fall for alan. she was already too badly in love with her best friend who had broken her heart over and over again, to such a point that she would say she didn't believe in love, like it didn't exist. he would leave her whenever he wanted and come back with an apologetic look on his face and she would embrace him, even if she had promised herself to never turn back to him but she couldn't tell him a 'No'. he was her weakness, who had walked out of her life once again and it had been a while. she still thought of him, missed him & cried. it was sad but she didn't dare tell alan about it. her bestfriend was her past and she didn't think there was any need for her past to clash with her present and near future. unless, her bestfriend ever came back, then amy would be forced to tell alan everything but for now, she had to apologize. she was told that alan had gone to the beach so she decided to catch up with him there. she parked her car and got out. she spotted him near the edge of water. he was quite good looking, rich, famous and everything a girl could dream of. he could make her famous. girls would be jealous of her. they could travel all over the world without the worry of financial issues. she could have anything, without any problem but she wasn't a fan of the materialist world. she wanted someone to love her. someone to value her for herself. someone to connect with her emotionally. someone to have a real romantic chemistry. make her heart race and actually and sincerely want her, that they would be afraid of losing her. like, once she had felt for her best friend.. and somewhere deep down still did, however, was trying to move and forget. Alan. was now her present and future. her aim was to win his heart. she walked over to him and from behind, wrapped her arms around him and placed them onto his eyes, covering them. changing her voice she spoke, a beautiful scenery, fresh air and beach and the most perfect guy.. what would can a girl want? she felt him pull her over and she faced him now. A-Alan.. please give me a chance to talk.. listen to me, once.. p-please? she said, taking his hands and pulling him closer so he didn't leave right away. I know.. I was wrong I shouldn't have done that but I didn't mean it.. I don't feel that way for anyone how I'm supposed to feel for you. Can we .. try to sort out things, get to know eachother better so I don't ever hurt you like this? she spoke, as if begging, with intense worry in her tone. I promise not to hurt you, ever again. ### WORDS WORDS WORDS SHORT NOTES NOTES NOTES OUTFITS OUTFITS OUTFITS ---------------- CREDIT

[alan xavier jameson]

<sup>The problem with Alan was sometimes he was known to get mad a little easily, and when he got mad it was for some of the silliest and simplest things that normally people would never get mad for. He would get mad if his foods were touching, because he hated for his foods to touch and if they were to touch he would insist the person take it back and bring out a whole new plate for him. Normally people understood and they were okay with doing it, but there were often times when he left because they just refused to do things his way and going anywhere with him was just utterly impossible. Most people were use to it though, he had always acted this way so it really didn’t bother them all that much when he went about his day and did the things that he had done for several years now. He was a neat freak and he wasn’t afraid to admit it, he had the tendency to panic when things were out of place or someone touched something they weren’t supposed to but that was just Alan being his self. All the things that he seemed to do was just really him being his self, and his parents would tell you that he was perfectly normal and there was nothing wrong with him. Sure they could be saying that because he was their son, but either way they thought he was perfectly fine and to Alan he was perfectly fine too. He had every right to get upset and mad at Amy, he was jealous easily, and what Amy was saying about Dom just almost upset him. He knew the two were close and were near the same age, he just never really thought that she liked him the way she seemed to and it made him jealous that she went around so easily and talked about just how cute and adorable he was. It just really pissed him off and he knew that he shouldn’t have gotten so mad, but he just couldn’t happen. He just wasn’t the type of person to not let things bother him; things always just bothered him far too easily.

That was why he was walking along the beach, to calm his self down and try to just take a few deeps breaths before he let his anger get to him and go and do something really stupid. Alan was known for his tendency to do stupid things, he would drive too fast in his car sometimes and nearly crash, he would do dangerous things like sky diving and rock climbing without a car in the world, he was just one of those people. He didn’t mind danger, he even happened to do many of his own stunts in movies because it was just a lot easier than having a stunt double do them for him. He liked doing his own stunts, it was actually really exciting if not a little dangerous and he pretty much just lived for the thrill he got. He always seemed to love that thrill the most, perhaps he could be called a little bit of an adrenaline junkie and he sometimes even believed that he could actually be a bit of one his self but it was all something that came naturally for him. He walked the beach, the sand beneath his feet, his shoes in the backseat of his car so they wouldn’t get all covered in sand. He could handle sand, but he just despised getting sand into his shoes, it was such a pain to get off and there was always little pieces of sand that were impossible to get. He heard a voice and Amy’s touch and he sighed a little bit as she started talking, honestly he really didn’t even want to really hear what she had to say right now. He was mad at her, so her words had really no meaning and he just really didn’t seem to care what she really had to say right now. “I don’t care what you have to say Amy; you always do this to me. I know you and Dom are close friends, but you really don’t have to go and say the things you say” he said in his anger.</sup>