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ONLY FOREVER ➝ CHLOIYANA.

TAGGING ➝ Chloe Harper, Aliyana Lopez.

LOCATION ➝ Aliyana’s house.

TIME FRAME ➝ 11/24, afternoon.

WARNINGS ➝ They’re making out and getting a lil handsy here and there, but I wouldn’t call it nsfw?? Idk.

NOTES ➝ After checking on her family, CeCe goes to Aliyana’s house.

CeCe had to make sure her sister was okay, that was her main priority. Even though she’d spoken to her via text and phone call already, she had to see it for herself that Kenzie was alive and well, and it had lifted a huge weight once she finally had. However, there were other weights still heavy on top of her, and one of them had been screaming at her ever since she’d wound up in that stupid diner that life was too short. That she had to make things right with the people she cared about, one of which had been on her mind the entire time. So much so that, without even setting out to do so, CeCe had ended up writing a whole song about her, all inspired by the thought of that stupid, ugly jacket that she slept with under her pillow every night. The one that, disgustingly enough, she’d taken from the trash when she’d been collecting her belongings from what had been she and Aliyana’s house. The house outside of which she was currently parking her car, and tugging that very same old, oversized jacket tightly around herself as she climbed out and headed for the door. She didn’t even know if Ali was home, she could’ve very well been with her siblings or her parents, but CeCe selfishly hoped that she wasn’t, because she wanted to see her. No, she needed to see her. Stuffing her hand into the jacket pocket and making sure the song lyrics she’d been carrying around with her were tucked safely inside of it—she had no intention of singing to Ali, the song just held a lot of meaning to her, so she wanted to keep it close—she reached up to the doorbell, ringing it once. Just walking in didn’t seem right anymore, but hopefully Ali would answer soon, because the need she had for her wasn’t lessening at all. Quite the opposite, in fact.

Aliyana had never been so relieved to get back home. The second the storm was over, the first thing she did was check on her family. She had received some texts during the storm, but that did very little to comfort her. The only thing that would make it okay was to see them for herself. Even her parents, who insisted they were okay, though that didn’t stop her from going by to see it for herself. She must have cried in her father’s arms for twenty minutes straight. It felt a lot like being a kid again; when you have a nightmare and the only ones who could comfort you were your parents. She didn’t care if she was a grown woman, that’s what she needed. By the time she got home, she felt a lot more relaxed. The only one she hadn’t checked on was the person she was dying to see the most. Ali knew that her relationship with CeCe was complicated. She also knew that was her fault, but she would do anything to fix it. As long as that’s what her ex wanted. Seeing those texts from CeCe made sitting through the storm worth it. It was literally the only thing that made her smile while she was stuck in that damn school. She planned on talking to her about them at some point, she just didn’t know if now was a good time. She was sure her ex was checking up on all the people she loved too, right? She had planned on giving her time, but maybe she already took all the time she needed, because there was someone at her door and only one person it could be. Or one person she wanted it to be. When she opened the door, she couldn’t stop herself from smiling if she wanted to. It was like the biggest weight had been lifted from her shoulders. "You’re okay.” She said, feeling the best she’s felt in awhile.

CeCe had been thinking over all of the things she wanted to say to Aliyana. It wasn’t like she’d been able to do much else, considering all of the time she’d had to think while stuck in the diner. Even the other people in there weren’t exactly a distraction to her, not really. She’d been thinking of all of the things she wanted to say during the car ride over here, like how she didn’t care about what’d happened between them, and that she forgave Ali. All she cared about was that they were both safe from what was a potentially dangerous situation, and now they had to take their second chance, because if anyone deserved one, it was them. She’d only been standing at the door a matter of seconds, but they were the longest few seconds of her life, before she heard the sound of footsteps from the other side of the door, followed by it finally opening up. CeCe’s eyes landed on her ex, her heart racing as a smile tugged at the corners of her lips. Against her own will, tears begun to pool in her eyes, and she nodded in response. “I’m okay. And you’re okay,” she said, taking a step into the house, therefore a step closer to the other girl, and threw her arms around her. “You’re okay,” she whispered again, holding her tightly, “I love you so much.” Without hesitation, CeCe pulled back, but only enough so that she could press her lips to the other girl’s, her arms tightening around her and her eyes closing, the tears that’d been pooling finally spilling over her lids. CeCe had no intention of pulling away anytime soon, and instead begun backing Ali further into the house, using her foot to kick the door closed behind them. Her arms unwrapped from around her ex, and instead her hands moved down her body, her fingers hooking over the material of her pants, fingers playing with the button as she pulled back just enough to look up at Ali through her wet lashes once they’d reached the bottom of the stairs. Glancing up a floor, eyes landing on the closed bedroom door, then back on Ali, CeCe licked her lips. “Let’s go upstairs.”

Aliyana didn’t know what to expect when she saw CeCe again. If their texts were anything to go by, she could at least expect a long talk between the two of them. To say they had been through a lot felt like an understatement, but she couldn’t think of another way to describe it. No matter what they’ve been through, though; whether it was good or bad, they always found their way back to each other. It was like they couldn’t stay away from each other. The second her ex wrapped her arms around her, she knew that they never would. Ali was fooling herself before, when she tried telling herself to move on. It seemed like a good idea at the time. Or maybe it felt like her only option, but she knew now that wasn’t true. You can’t tell your heart who to love, and no matter how much she thought she could, her heart had always belonged to CeCe. And it always will. She didn’t even need to think twice before kissing back, although she was unaware that they were even moving until she reached the steps. It was like she had been mesmerized by the other girl’s lips. The same lips she had kissed countless times before, yet they never lost the ability to made her weak. She almost didn’t process what her ex was saying, mostly because she hadn’t been kissing her anymore. It took her a moment before nodding her head, although she would be lying if she said she wasn’t a little confused. She wasn’t about to put a stop to a good thing, but for obvious reasons, they avoided going up there after getting back together. She couldn’t blame her ex, since that was where Ali fucked up the most. At least she changed the sheets and the mattress, but it felt almost.... haunted. Like being there was forbidden. “Te amo, mi vida.” She said softly, taking her ex by the hand and leading her upstairs. Ideally, they would have kept kissing, but trying to do that and walk upstairs would have been a disaster. However, if CeCe was thinking what Ali was, that was far from over.

CeCe knew it was stupid, but ever since her birthday party, she’d been almost afraid of Aliyana’s bedroom. It used to be somewhere she felt safe, somewhere that was their own, like it was sacred to them or something. But then Ali had done what she’d done, and suddenly the room didn’t hold any good memories for her anymore. Her ex’s actions had erased all of them, and replaced them with something she never wanted to think about again, but couldn’t help replaying in her mind over and over. She didn’t want to think about that anymore, though. This past week, where she’d been without Aliyana and everybody else she cared about, had made CeCe think. It’d been like some kind of clarity for her, and had told her not to hold onto bad energy anymore. She wanted to make new memories, ones that could erase the bad ones. She knew it was probably confusing that she wanted to go in that room now, especially given where this all was obviously leading, but she was glad Ali didn’t question her. She didn’t want to explain herself, she wanted to let her actions speak for her, and gladly took the other girl’s hand, letting her take the lead. “I love you, too,” she said in just as soft a voice as she walked up the stairs closely behind her. The closer they got to the bedroom, the more CeCe’s heart raced, but she wasn’t about to stop. She didn’t want to be afraid of a damn room anymore, so rather than give herself the chance to, she tugged Ali back gently once they’d reached the door, spinning her around and pressing their lips together again. Once more, she begun to back the other girl up, this time reaching out to open the door, her other hand settled on her ex’s hip, and carefully backed her into the room, her foot closing the door for them again. Pulling back, her chest moving a little faster, she looked up at the other girl, forcing herself not to look at the bed. She just looked up at Ali, not saying anything, just looking at her. This was their room, their sacred space. Not the room Aliyana had fucked someone else in.

Aliyana felt like she was in a daze. All she could focus on as they walked up the stairs was the feeling of CeCe’s hand in hers. She held onto it tightly, almost as if she would fly away if she didn’t. There was a lump forming in her throat and suddenly, she could really use a drink of water. Maybe she was being dramatic, but she knew why she didn’t want to go in there before. She had every reason not to. In fact, she had every reason to not be with Ali at all. What if she changed her mind when they got up there? What if she remembered what happened in there and left? Ali would have given anything for her ex to just show up here like this. She couldn’t even imagine what she would feel if she decided to leave now. She needed her. That’s something she knew already, but this last week only proved it more. It wasn’t until CeCe said she loved her that Ali was able to relax. It wasn’t even the first time she said it since she got there, but it made her feel better nonetheless. Her throat didn’t feel so dry anymore, and when she was being turned around and kissed again, she could practically feel her nerves melting away. It was so easy to get lost in the other girl. All she had to do was wrap her arms around CeCe’s neck and she was a goner. She pressed herself against CeCe, wanting no space between them as she lead them inside. As they entered the room, all she could do was hope they could continue what they were doing. Apparently, her ex had a different idea. Instead, CeCe was just staring at Ali. Almost as if she couldn’t look anywhere else. “Hey. Mírame, por favor.” She said, her voice barely above a whisper as she cupped her cheek. She didn’t know why she asked her to look at her, as if she wasn’t already. All she knew is that she wanted her to focus on this. On them. Nothing else mattered now. “It’s only me and you here, okay? Just us. I love you so much. I need you here with me.” Again, her voice was soft. It was as if she would scare CeCe away if she dared to speak any louder. “Please stay here with me.”

CeCe had been able to feel her heart racing from the moment she’d arrived at the house, but by now, it felt like it was about to escape right the way out of her chest. The image that’d been ingrained in her mind of Aliyana and Dave both naked in bed together, the bed that was only a few feet away from her now, was desperately fighting to get to the front of her mind, but CeCe wouldn’t let it. With her eyes fixed on her ex’s face, it was surprisingly easy to stop it. She didn’t need Ali to tell her to look at her, since she already was, but the sound of her voice was a comfort, and her words were reassuring. Gaze flickering against her will over to the bed, she immediately forced it back up to Ali’s face instead, and nodded her head at the other girl’s words, her mouth dry. “I love you so much, too,” she finally whispered, moving her hands away from her ex and instead reaching to take off her jacket. Well, Aliyana’s jacket… but now it was CeCe’s. She refused to pull her gaze from her ex’s face again, and kept it trained on her as she removed the garment, letting it fall from her hands and onto the floor beside her. “I want you to make new memories with me here, okay?” She said in a soft, small voice, finally daring herself to look at the bed once more. “I want this to be ours again,” she took a small step forward, reaching up to wrap her arms around Ali’s neck, “I want you to be mine again.” With one arm still draped around her, she moved the other to rest her hand on the back of her neck, fingers tangling gently in her hair. “You know I never stopped wanting you, right? Not ever. I want you now, I wanted you yesterday, I wanted you a week ago, a month ago… I never stopped wanting you, Aliyana, and I never, ever stopped loving you. I never could, and I never will.”

Aliyana had tried her best to be understanding. As hard as things were for her, she couldn't imagine what CeCe was feeling most of the time. That had never been a problem before. She was usually good at knowing exactly how she felt, but things between them had been such a mystery since her ex's birthday. Just when Ali thinks she has her all figured out, she does something that proves otherwise. One thing that had always been clear was how much they needed each other. Ali couldn't be sure if things were good between them, but she never once questioned if they loved each other. She could feel it when they kissed. Even if she had done something horrible, that most people would consider unforgivable, she knew that CeCe still loved her. If someone asked her exactly what she did that night, she couldn't even tell them. She knew what she was thinking, but it was honestly a blur. A big, angry blur. Only that night, she was angry at CeCe. Ever since then, she had been angry at herself. This room had been haunted for her, too. Just like it had been for CeCe. The difference is, she was able to deal with those feelings long ago. CeCe hadn't. That's why she was okay with avoiding the room while they were together. She would avoid going upstairs completely if that's what it took, even if she really didn't want to. It was a huge relief when it seemed like CeCe was okay with being there. She had been so worried that she didn't even notice the jacket CeCe was wearing. Not until she had taken it off. She glanced down at it and raised her brow before looking back at her ex. How did she not notice that before? "I want that, too." She smiled, wrapping her arm around CeCe's waist, deciding to ask about the jacket later. "To make new memories, I mean. I've always been yours. Even when I wasn't.... I was." Even though Ali knew everything CeCe was saying, that didn't stop her eyes from watering at her words. It just felt really good to hear. Ali didn't feel like she deserved them. She didn't even think she deserved them when they were together, but that was her own insecurities. Not because she had been unfaithful. She wasn't going to think about that, though. She couldn't. All she could think about was being with CeCe again, in the room that once belonged to them. "We don't have to do this here if you don't want to." She said as they reached the bed, looking back at it. The selfish part of Ali wanted to do this here, but she also didn't want to make CeCe uncomfortable in any way. Her feelings had to come before Ali's. Even if she wasn't the best at doing that before, she was going to do it now.

CeCe knew this was an emotional time for both of them. Hell, the last four months had been emotional for them, so it didn’t surprise her that she’d started crying as soon as her eyes had landed on Ali, or that the other woman was showing signs of tearing at her words. “I’ve always been yours, too. I don’t want to be anyone else’s,” she whispered, not wanting to speak too loudly because she didn’t want to break the atmosphere around them. All she cared to do was focus on Aliyana. She wanted to show her how serious she was about this, about them. Quietly, she considered Ali’s statement for a moment. They could walk right back out of here as easily as they’d walked in, but that would feel like taking a step back... both physically and metaphorically. CeCe wasn’t willing to do that. Finally, she responded in a soft, quiet voice, gently shaking her head, “I know we don’t.” It didn’t stop her from turning with her back to the bed, her arms unwrapping from around the taller girl, and her hands capturing hers as she slowly sat down on the bed, fingers lacing with Ali’s. Scooting back, she pulled her ex down to her level, letting go of one hand to cup the other girl’s cheek, her fingers softly stroking the skin beneath them. Leaning up a little, she pressed her lips gently to Ali’s, pulling back just enough to speak again, though her lips brushed against her ex’s as she did. “Make new memories with me,” she whispered, pressing their lips together again and gently pulling her down on top of her.

Aliyana couldn't hold back her tears if she wanted to. It was like she was hearing all the things she's wanted to here for the past four months. Things she didn't even feel like she had deserved, but she wasn't too worried about that. Not when they were both getting exactly what they wanted here. She had read those texts from CeCe over and over that they were burned into her memory at this point. She said that she wanted to fix them. It was no secret that Ali had wanted that, too. It may seem dramatic, even for her, but she felt like whether they stayed or left decided if they were actually working on that. Whether they were together or not, she had always considered this place their home. It was just as much CeCe's as it was hers. They lived together there, they were starting a life together. Maybe they weren't going to be engaged again, but they were still going to have a life together. Ali knew that they could. Watching the other girl scoot back was like a huge relief to her. It was like confirmation that they were going to be okay. Ali kissed her passionately, smiling against her lips when she pulled her on top of her. Instead of giving her a verbal reply, she placed one hand on her ex's hip and used the other to cup her face. All she wanted was to feel the other girl. To show her how much she loves and appreciates her. Her past actions may have suggested otherwise, and she knew that, but she was going to use this chance to prove otherwise. And any other chance she was going to give her. CeCe deserved to feel the way she made Ali feel. Safe and loved. "Do you even know how much I love you?" She whispered, her lips making her way down her jaw to her neck.

CeCe hated coming to this house, because somewhere that once felt safe to her had begun to feel terrifying, and somewhere she just didn’t want to be. That wasn’t the case today, though. Sure, the drive over here had been kind of scary, and walking up to the door was intimidating. Nothing was more terrifying to her than walking into the bedroom, though. But now that she was laying on the bed, and had brought Aliyana down with her, CeCe was back to feeling safe again. With the other girl’s lips pressed to her own, she could focus on just the two of them, and how they were the only ones in the room, just like they were supposed to be. The feeling of Ali’s lips was as intoxicating as ever, and CeCe couldn’t help but let her hands begin to wander, fingertips trailing lightly down her ex’s back as their lips worked against one another’s, with CeCe kissing back just as passionately. It felt like it’d been so long since she’d been this close to the other girl, and CeCe just wanted to touch her. She wanted to explore every part of her body, and was letting her hands roam wherever they could reach, eyes closing as Ali begun to trail her lips down her jaw. “Show me,” she responded softly, her fingertips slipping under the material of the other girl’s shirt.

Aliyana wanted more than anything for CeCe to feel safe with her. As much as she wanted their relationship to work before, she knew there was something in the way. Her girlfriend didn't trust her. Not that Ali could even blame her for that, because that's what she deserved. At no point did she do anything to earn back her trust. She talked a big game, sure, but that's all she really did. She promised to change, she swore she would never hurt her again; she just didn't know if she really proved that. After what she had done, how do you prove it? How do you make someone feel safe, like they're your only one? She did it before. Before everything was so screwed up, she made her feel safe and loved. Their relationship was far from perfect, but she could at least do that. Of course that went away when she did what she had done. Not the love, that was always there, but that sense of security was gone. And that wasn't fair. Ali still felt safe and secure. Well, at times. Her insecurities are what made her doubt it, though, not CeCe. If she felt like she was losing her, all she had to do was tell her that she wasn't. Ali could remember countless times when she had done that. Told her she wasn't going anywhere, because it was Ali who thought she was. She still didn't know what was wrong with her, only that she meant it when she said she wanted to change. Starting right now. "Anything for you, Mi vida." She whispered against her skin, following the other girl's lead and slipping her hands into her shirt. How surprised was she not to find a bra under there? Not at all. Her hands stopped right beneath her breasts, not because she was afraid to touch, but because she was allowing herself to really feel her. Not once did she stop kissing her neck, as if she ever wanted to stop. She could stay in this position right here, just feeling and kissing CeCe for hours. "I missed touching you like this." It's not like it had been forever since they've done this, but when you're in love with someone and can't be with them, each day might as well be a lifetime.

CeCe may have gone off the rails a little bit following she and Ali’s breakup, then even more so after her parents had found out and kicked her out of their home and their lives, and sure, she may have thought it would be a good idea to hook up with random people, because they could help her to feel something. Anything that wasn’t the whirlpool of negativity inside of her, something a normally chipper, bubbly CeCe hadn’t been used to. But no matter how good of a distraction it’d been to crawl into bed with someone, that was all it was: A distraction. And once it was all over, CeCe had felt so empty all over again. She’d felt dirty, like she was somewhere she wasn’t supposed to be, because no matter what was going on between she and her ex, even with the knowledge that Aliyana had literally cheated on her, her heart still belonged to her, and CeCe was sure it always would. Laying here with the other woman was the first time she’d felt actually, genuinely safe in the longest time. She liked to think of herself as an independent person, but Ali had become such a huge part of her life that it was hard to feel like herself without her, and maybe that wasn’t healthy, but CeCe had accepted it, and she was okay with it. Especially now that she could literally feel her. Her hands on her body, the sound of her voice, the way her lips pressed to her skin, they were all things CeCe had missed, and it felt so good to have it all back now. “I missed it, too,” she mumbled, letting one hand continue to trail up the other girl’s back under her shirt, while the other moved so that CeCe could take Ali’s chin gently between her finger and thumb and lift her face towards her. She loved the way she was kissing her, but craved the feeling of her lips against her own more, so pressed their lips together once again. “I missed you so much, I don’t ever want to be without you again,” she muttered against her lips.

Aliyana knew that she wasn't the easiest person to love. She lacked so much confidence in herself that she literally made up lies to make herself look interesting. That's something she can't imagine most people do, yet she's done that pretty much her entire life. If you asked five different people who Ali was, they would probably give you five different answers. There were very few people who could give an honest answer. People who could see through her lies, or people she tried not to lie to at all. Like CeCe. When they were apart, she may have lied about being okay, and she couldn't even stick to that lie. She also created a fake account on a dating app, so anything she said there was a lie, but she considered that an act of desperation. When they were together like this, just the two of them and no one else, she could completely be herself. Her materialistic, sometimes shallow, but genuinely good self. And for some reason, CeCe loved her, anyway. That's only one of the many things she missed about her. Lying came naturally to Aliyana. It was almost like she needed it to get through the day, which she knew for a fact wasn't normal or healthy. It was, however, exhausting. One lie always leads to another, until she's made up an entire story that even she herself found believable. And despite all of that, one thing she could never lie about was how much she loved CeCe. She couldn't deny it no matter how hard she tried. She needed to be here like this with her. During the storm, this was all she could think about. Being with the person she loved more than anything else, hearing her say that she loved her. She also wanted to keep kissing her neck, but when she moved her head to kiss her lips, she sure wasn't going to stop it. She couldn't if she wanted to. "Never again." She mumbled between kisses, wanting to talk, but also wanting to feel her kiss as much as she can. "I'm yours for as long as you'll have me." As she said the words, she knew that's not exactly what she wanted to say. What she really wanted to say is that she would be hers forever, but there was that small hint of doubt in the back of her mind. The one that never went away no matter how hard she tried, telling her this wasn't certain. She should really do something about that in the future, but for now, she was able to ignore it and focus on what she was doing. It was hard to focus on anything else when she was with CeCe like this, anyway.

CeCe was glad Ali hadn’t pulled away from the kiss and gone back to kissing her neck, as much as she’d liked that feeling. When she’d first suggested they go upstairs, it was obvious what was on her mind. She hadn’t come over here to hook up, but with her lips pressed to Ali’s, she’d been overcome by that feeling of wanting so much more of her. No, needingmore. Now that they were here, though, laying on the bed they used to share, the bed that felt like their bed all over again, CeCe was overcome with a different feeling. Even with the other girl’s hand under her shirt, just inches from her chest, she suddenly wasn’t trying so hard to go down that same route anymore. Even less so when they were both talking. It didn’t kill the mood. If anything, it only made it better, but definitely changed the direction, and CeCe liked it even more. “Ali,” she mumbled against the other woman’s lips, her arm slipping around her neck and her other hand coming back down from inside her shirt. CeCe pulled back just a little, but kept holding Aliyana close, her now free hand brushing a chunk of hair behind the other girl’s ear as she looked up at her. Her heart was racing in the most familiar way, and she knew that no matter how unsure she’d been about this the last time, she wasn’t anymore. Her eyes studied her ex’s face, fingers still brushing gently through her hair, until her gaze met with the other girl’s. Her voice was soft as she whispered, “Can I be your girlfriend again?”

Aliyana hadn't been in a ton of relationships, but she had been in enough to know the difference between loving someone and being in love with them. She had always been jealous and possessive of the people she dated. That was nothing new. It may have destroyed more relationships than she'd like to admit, but there difference between them and CeCe is she could accept losing all of them. It hurt every time she went through a break up, she wasn't a monster; she just healed over time. Until this happened with CeCe, Ali truly believed that time healed a broken heart. That all it really took was some retail therapy and a good cry, then you were ready to move onto the next one. That didn't work with CeCe. Plenty of time has gone by since their first breakup, yet Ali still felt the same way as the day it happened. Just as in love and desperate to have her back. She always knew she had a problem when it came to relationship; she was just never willing to change before. She always thought everyone got insecure and jealous. It happened in all relationships, right? Then she fell in love with CeCe and saw someone who was so secure, it was like the word jealousy didn't even exist to her. Admittedly, that drove Ali crazy before, but now she wanted her to feel that way. She wanted her to know that she was it for her. Never would she ever cheat again and she knew that for a fact. She would get any help she needed; she would change anything she needed to, even if she knew that wasn't what CeCe wanted. It wasn't about changing who she was, it was about getting help for her insecurities. And she would do it. She wouldn't have done it for anyone else, but she would do it for CeCe. That's what she was about to tell her, as the two of them kissed like they couldn't stop. She would have begged her if that's what it took, but when she looked at CeCe, and heard what she said, she could see that's not what it would take. She closed her eyes, having felt the tears forming in them against her will. The last thing she wanted to do was cry, but at least these weren't sad tears. They were anything but. "Yes." She whispered, opening her eyes to let one tear roll down her cheek. "There is absolutely nothing that would make me happier."

#th: all #th: 023 #th: aliyana #aliyana #ourtownaliyana

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ceceharps-blog · 7 years ago

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TEXTS 📲 CHLOIYANA

CECE: I love you so much. [NOT DELIVERED]

CECE: I can't wait to get out of here. I just want to hold you. [NOT DELIVERED]

CECE: I'm sorry for everything. I don't care whose fault it was, I'm just sorry. I want us to work things out. [NOT DELIVERED]

#event: storm #pd: aliyana #pd: all #aliyana #ourtownaliyana

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ourtown-rp-blog · 7 years ago

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ABOUT THE CHARACTER ➝

NAME ●●● Aliyana Sofía Lopez

AGE ●●● 28

PRONOUNS ●●● She/Her

BIRTHDAY ●●● 07/30

ORDER ●●● Second (Twin)

FROM ●●● Cotton Plant, Arkansas

SEXUALITY ●●● Homosexual/Homoromantic

FULL TIME JOB ●●● Manager at Thyme Piece

WRITER ●●● Cinnamon

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Aliyana Lopez was an attention seeker from the second she was born. Although she had no actual memory of it, she heard from her parents many times about what a difficult baby she was. If one of her sisters were crying, she would cry even louder. If she saw her parents holding one of her sisters, she would scream until they put them down and pick her up. She didn’t doubt that for a second, considering her earliest memories consist of her being attached to her parents’ side. Mostly her father’s. Ali had him wrapped around her finger for as long as she could remember. It even got to the point where she knew exactly how to get out of trouble with him. That came in handy later, when she found a new way to get attention. When actions didn’t work, her words did. Particularly words that weren’t necessarily true. She started with little white lies at first, like faking sick to get out of school. Everyone does that, right? It wasn’t a big deal. Then they got worse. She would even make things up about her siblings, saying they did things they never did to get them in trouble. That didn’t last long when she realized how mad her siblings would get. Not that she blamed them. If the roles were reversed, she would be mad, too. She just didn’t think about that at the time. The lies didn’t stop completely, though. Just the ones about her siblings. As much as she loved them, she still loved the attention.

By the time she got to high school, she had a reputation of being a liar. She could always be seen surrounded by people, telling a made up story she thought made her look interesting. Only a few people were gullible enough to believe her. The rest of them could see right through her lie and mostly humored her. Which was hilarious, considering she knew that some people didn’t believe her. People called her out on her shit all the time, but that didn’t matter to Aliyana. She wasn’t trying to get people to believe her, she was trying to get attention. Even if they were calling her two faced, fake, or just plain liar; that was okay. At the end of the day, she was still getting what she wanted out of them. It was kind of a sickness. One she never tried curing, because she never saw the problem with it. She didn’t even see the problem when she eventually decided to come out. Sexuality had never been a big deal to her, since she was raised by two people who loved her no matter what. Even in a town like Cotton Plant, she knew coming out would be easy for her. Unfortunately, not many people believed her. She had been with guys before, so people thought it was something else she made up to seem interesting. She wasn’t sure what was so interesting about being a lesbian, but if that’s what they wanted to think, that was fine. She didn’t try to prove them wrong. Not only because they wouldn’t believe her, but also because she just didn’t care what they thought.

A lot of people don’t realize this about Ali, but she is smart. Really smart. She didn’t graduate top of her class or anything. Maybe she could have if she focused more on her grades than trying to be popular. Still, her grades were good enough to get the attention of some very good colleges. When her senior year came around, she worked really hard to make sure she got out of this town. She didn’t see a future for herself there. In fact, when she thought of the future, she thought of places like California. Somewhere warm, where people were famous for pretty much nothing. If being a reality star was a valid career choice, she would have taken it. Unfortunately, that wasn’t the kind of job you just get (and she wasn’t trying to make a sex tape- though she considered it), so she had to think more practical. That’s how she ended up at Harvard Business School in Boston, Massachusetts. They didn’t give her a full ride, which meant she had to work her way through school, but it was well worth it in the end. College was one of the best experiences of her life.

Being surrounded by people she didn’t know meant she could tell them anything she wanted and a lot of them believed her. She made up stories about where she was from, who she knew, or how much she had to sacrifice to get where she was. She got the popularity she wanted, making the kind of grades she should have been making before. Her graduation was so bittersweet. As much as she wanted to stay in Boston, she wasn’t making the money she needed to there. Being a Barista was barely paying off student loans. There was no way she could afford an apartment. Truthfully, she could have lived on that campus forever. She shined there. People looked up to her, her professors adored her, and she couldn’t recall a single time someone said something bad about her. Well, to her face. Maybe there were some people who could see right through her, but most of them thought highly of her. Moving back to Cotton Plant felt like a slap to the face. Being around her family was nice, it just wasn’t where she wanted to be. She missed being in Boston every single day. She didn’t have much of a choice, though. She needed work and there wasn’t any in Boston. She thought being a Harvard graduate meant automatically getting the kind of job she felt like she deserved. She was wrong. Way wrong.

Finding a job when she got home was easy. It’s ironic, she was living in this huge city, where she thought she would have all of these opportunities; yet she was hired at a convenient store in her hometown. Talk about a downgrade. As much as she appreciated the opportunity, managing a local store just wasn’t cutting it for her. She was a materialistic girl with expensive taste. She worked hard to get a degree, just so she could be living the kind of life she wanted, and here she was. Managing a small store, hoping most days that they didn’t get robbed. She saw the security they had, it could have happened easily. No one was more relieved about the Motta’s changes as she was. She heard people talking about them destroying their town, but in reality, they were making everything better in her eyes. New businesses meant new job opportunities, which is exactly what Ali wanted. She was putting in applications as soon as she had the chance. Especially when she heard about them opening a jewelry store. She would take the job just to look at the merchandise. Much like a cat, she was easily distracted by something shiny. The day she got the job as the new manager of Thyme Piece, she was extremely excited. She quit her old job without a second thought. Although she wasn’t rich now, she was finally making the kind of money to support her kind of lifestyle. She still wished she could make it work in Boston some day, but for now, she was very content with her life.

Ali went from content to the happiest she’s ever been when she met and fell in love with a girl named CeCe. Being the hopeless romantic she was, she was never one to be okay with settling. She may have enjoyed her previous relationships, and didn’t regret a single one, but if things ever got too serious; she would have been settling for them. They didn’t make her feel the way CeCe did. Aliyana was so in love with her that she was afraid of losing her. As confident as she acted, she was nothing like that. She was insecure. If anyone looked at her girlfriend the wrong way, she would freak out about it. It didn’t matter if the person’s intentions were innocent, because in her mind, they weren’t. They wanted to take her away from her. When she accused her girlfriend of wanting to seem single, it should have been a wake up call. She told her she seemed open for business! That should have been a huge problem, which it was, but she had no idea it would end in an engagement. That should have been a red flag for things to come. It wasn’t healthy and a part of her knew that. Being engaged wasn’t going to suddenly fix her insecurities. It didn’t matter, though. She wanted to marry CeCe, so she ignored the mad stuff and focused on the good.

For about a month, she would say they were happily engaged. She was still having this inner battle with herself, hating everyone who got a little too close to her fiancée. She didn’t know why, but it was so hard for her to deal with. Especially when the other girl was the exact opposite. While Ali was going crazy, CeCe just didn’t care when the roles were reversed. Ali could go as far as to kiss someone else and it still wouldn’t get to her fiancée. It drove Ali mad. Why didn’t CeCe get jealous? Did she even care about her at all? Those were the kind of things she would ask herself. They were the same things she asked herself the night of her fiancée’s birthday party. She didn’t like seeing other people all over her, and when she saw her getting a little too cozy with someone, she freaked out. In order to get her attention, she started flirting with some random guy. Ali didn’t know who she was, but she assumed CeCe did, so she thought that had to make her jealous somehow. It didn’t. That’s when Ali took it a step further, taking the guy upstairs to her room. Their room. She thought her fiancée would see she was gone, go after them, and feel that same jealousy Ali always felt. She just wanted to feel like she cared, that was all. She didn’t mean for it to go as far as it did, but she also didn’t stop it either. She just let it happen. She let him touch her, even if she wasn’t enjoying a single second of it. She just didn’t care anymore.

She will never forget the look on CeCe’s face when she finally showed up. It was much too late for Ali to take anything back at that point. The damage had been done. It was never meant to go as far as it had, but she couldn’t do anything to take it back. She was laying there, completely naked with someone she didn’t even know. When the other girl started yelling, she realized that he was someone she worked with. Not that it really mattered at that point. That night, she did the one thing she knew she would do eventually. She fucked up her entire relationship. She never imagined it would end like this, though. From cheating. Ali thought CeCe would get tired of dealing with her crazy and leave her. She never wanted anyone else to touch her. Even now, she didn’t want anyone else anywhere near her. It was a little too late for it now, but she was completely devoted to her ex. She couldn’t imagine being with anyone else, because that would be settling for less. Ali didn’t do that. And she knew her ex still loved her, too. There was no reason for them not to end up together. She was convinced that even though she fucked up badly, they could still find their happily ever after. That fairytale ending she always dreamed of. All she had to do was fix things. The problem was, she didn’t really know how to. She just knew that she wouldn’t give up. Not until her ex asked her to.

#ourtownaliyana #family: lopez

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ourtown-rp-blog · 7 years ago

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Welcome to the game, ALIYANA LOPEZ! Your application was successful, and we’re excited to begin writing alongside you, Cinnamon. Please read over our checklist before sending in your link, which you should do within 24 hours!

IT’S ALL ABOUT YOOOOU ( ooc ) ♪

MAIN ALIAS: Cinnamon.

PRONOUNS: She/Her.

AGE: 25+.

ACTIVITY LEVEL: 1/6.

WHO YOU PLAYIN’ ?

FULL NAME: Aliyana sofía Lopez.

PRONOUNS: She/Her.

FACECLAIM: Naya Rivera.

AGE/BIRTHDAY: 28, 11/12.

ORDER: Fourth.

TYPE: Triplet to second & third.

ORIENTATION: homosexual and homoromantic.

ALL WORK AND NO PLAY ☆

all should work, whether they’re in school or not.

EMPLOYMENT STATUS: Full time.

WORKPLACE: Thyme Piece.

POSITION: Manager.

HOW LONG?: Since it opened.

WHO WILL I BE, IT’S UP TO ME ( ic ) ♪

#accepted #ourtownaliyana

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