i'm yours [bentley]

[izzy giselle beniveu]

Why do you do this too me? Why do you do this so easily?
you make it hard too smile cause you make it hard to breath

Izzy skipped lightly too the soft beat of NeverShoutNever! on her pink iPod nano, she hoped Bentley would come and meet her today like she asked him. Her stomach was in knots, she hadn't seen Bentley in so long. He was always out with his other friends that were tall and muscular like him, perhaps he's becoming a weight lifter? No, he wouldn't told Izzy about that. Izzy skipped along the forest path humming quietly to the beat. "I'm in trouble! I'm a addict I'm addicted to this girl!" She sang in her high pitched voice, her French accent thick on her voice. Izzy smiled and hummed to the beats, she wasn't aware there was a tree up ahead of her. She was too happy to notice. As she skipped closer and closer to the tree her face hit the tree hard, and she fell to the ground hard. Her iPod shutting off because of the hard fall, she rubbed her head and felt her nose was pounding. "ow, papa va me tuer!" She cried in French she knew that nobody could understand her so she didn't know why she bothered. "Ow, dad's gonna kill me!" She said in English again.

She had ruined her new tights that her dad got her as a going away gift, they were ripped at the back where her but had caught to a branch in her fall. They had a funky zebra print to them, the way Izzy loved them France had so many different trends than the US. She had carried over her funky style and many stores were now stocking zebra print tights. The loose white shirt underneath hung off one her her small shoulders. The black vest finished off the outfit perfectly, and she just about loved her outfit. Her weirdly bright red boots on her small feet gave a small pop to it. Her hair was tied around her white and blue string head band, she accessorized it with a necklace that had a dollar sign on it.

Izzy did all this for Bentley, she had a crush on him since she met him. She wore glasses when she met him, and he still talked to her. It was like a angel sent from God, but Bentley kept secrets from her. He was majorly strong, buff, tall, tanned, and really really hot. All these things made Izzy want him waaay more, she hated the secrets. The one secret she kept from him was her crush, and she hoped someday she'd be able to tell him.

notes; hailey can you join? xD
tags; bentley, forest.
outfit; click!
status; complete!

[Bentley Caleb Blaze]

`BENTLEYBLAZE !

Bentley wandered the forest in wolf form, he was putting off meeting Izzy. He knew he should be there, talking to her right now, after all, she had moved to La Push for him, but Bentley was always more careful around her ever since he phased. The fact that he went from a gawky, awkward boy, to a six foot three, muscular man raised enough suspicion, but Izzy had always been one of the closest people to him, and he’d never forgive himself if he lost control with her around. He sighed his wolfy sigh, and phased, reluctantly.

He unwrapped the string from around his ankle, and pulled on the white, blue, and green, quicksilver swim shorts, a black wife beater, and black and white puma running sneakers. It wasn’t much, and it definitely wasn’t the right attire for the weather, but Bentley knew that he wouldn’t be affected be the lack of clothing, his body temperature was too high.

He wandered the forest carefully, observing for Izzy, or any trace of her. Even though his nose wasn’t was good in human form, he caught her scent and ran up the trail behind her. He stopped a few feet behind her, behind a tree, do I really want to do this.. he second-guessed himself, yes. NO, ugh. he failed. Just as he debated with himself over this, innocent, skipping girl, she ran smack into a tree, hitting her face, and causing her funky zebra tights to rip. He hid a laugh as she translated her misguided cry even though she was mostly alone in the forest.

“Awh dammit Iz,” he groaned as he came walking up behind her, “ça va?” He crouched beside her as he lifted her chin gently and turned her head side-to-side making sure she hadn’t broken her nose. He stood up, and smiled half heartedly, it sure was good to see her again, even though he really shouldn’t be. “What are you doing here?” he asked, offering her a hand to help her stand up. “er.. que fait-tu ici?” he corrected himself, not knowing how much her English had improved.

He shook his head. it might have been a bad idea agreeing to this… he mentally mumbled to himself. He sighed reluctantly and pulled her into a hug. “tu m'as manqué” he said, and it was true, he really had missed her.

TEMPLATE © HAILEY
OOC: im always the oblivious one, rofl.
OUTFIT: CLICKK!.
TAGS: izzy, la push !

[izzy giselle beniveu]

Why do you do this too me? Why do you do this so easily?
you make it hard too smile cause you make it hard to breath

Izzy got up from the forest floor, luckily her white shirt covered the rip. Her iPod was still safely in her pocket but her earphones were laying on the side on her leg nicely. Her hair was undamaged from the amount of hairspray she had put in, Izzy got a head rush all the blood went too her head and a shadow of darkness went over her eyes. She tipped the the side and fell down again, "Awe man!" She cried, as she landed on her butt again. She was hoping that Bentley wouldn't show up sometime soon.

After her vision cleared she looked up with her hand on her head and screamed. Izzy covered her mouth as she saw Bentley standing right there in the flesh, he never wanted to hang out with her anymore. And Bentley was actually helping her by checking her nose, her heart fluttered and skipped a beat. It was pounding against her chest, "U-u-h, ca va tres bien! ca va Bentley?" Izzy giggled and got up as Bentley got up. She had missed him so much, it was like a reunion. Izzy had made the right choice in moving to La Push to see Bentley more, her parents hated her for being away but now Izzy could try and form words to express to Bentley. She was puzzled why he looked so tense, she'd didn't dare ask incase he'd explode and leave her forever.

Izzy giggled at his French accent, it fit him nicely but he looked more American. "Cool it American, it's cool. French is my first language doesn't mean I can't learn yours." She said with her accent thick on her tongue, Izzy didn't like speaking to Bentley if he didn't know what she meant. He was good but his accent looked totally wrong on him. She looked at him weirdly wasn't she allowed to walk through a forest in her own city? "I actually was waiting for you to come around, remember? We made plans like two weeks ago since you were busy with the guys." She rolled her eyes and returned her gaze at Bentley, "Well ... Your usually here so I came looking for you," She smiled warmly. "Are you here too meet me? Or are you just wandering through and the guys are waiting for you down by the beach? I understand if you have to uh ... Go." She said a bit hurt.

Izzy looked at Bentley a bit confused, his French had improved but she shook her head from side to side. "When you say m'as in that sentence it has a longer pull too the 'as' part." She smiled and went up to him closer, "Like this. M'aaaaas." Izzy giggled and skipped away before getting pulled into a big hug from Bentley, she missed their closeness. How they used to always have no boundaries, how she could tell him anything. If he hadn't changed Izzy would've told her secret long before, but the timing was way off now. Izzy hugged him back, he was really warm and his wifebeater was really thin, she could feel the warmth from his skin onto her cold ones. Izzy pulled away from Benley, she knew he didn't like affection to much from her these days. "How can you stay so chaud?" She asked using a bit of French in her sentence. She never understood why Bentley always was warm, and so ... Emotionless or calm. He was good at that stuff, Izzy always freaked out over little things. "What have you been .. uh up too?" Izzy said trying to use some slang words Americans used on TV. "Please tell me!" She said in a excited voice.

notes; lmfao i know eh? mine are always swoon-ish
tags; bentley, forest.
outfit; click!
status; complete!

[Bentley Caleb Blaze]

`BENTLEYBLAZE !

Bentley cringed as Izzy screamed loudly, in shock in front of him. She even seemed a little flustered, but that was all from hitting her head he convinced himself. She gained her control back quickly, and answered him with a stutter. “Oui, je suis ca va.” he said smoothly, holding back some laughter at her clumsy self. “Ah iz, you haven’t changed a bit.” he smiled genuinely.

He raised his eyebrow, her thick french accent intertwined itself into her English, but her English had definitely come a long way. “Je suis bilingue aussi Izzy.” he teased her, “je comprend anglais et francais, c’est bien.” he smiled proudly, “whatever’s easier for you I suppose.” he chuckled, he remembered when they used to meet he was the one who had to speak French, trying to keep up with Izzy’s fast-talking mouth upon the Eiffel tower, then guilt faded into his happy memory, reminding him how bad of a friend he’d been lately. He honestly didn’t know how she could still stand to see him anymore. All the walls Bentley had spent two years building up, keeping his important, life-threatening secret, were starting to fall down, the more he thought of her, the more they talked. Bentley bit his lip, he knew if it kept up that he’d have to tell her soon enough.

“Oh, right.” Bentley answered stupidly, raising the back his hand behind his head, awkwardly. Just because he looked like a man now, didn’t always mean he knew what to do. She continued on looking hurt, which made Bentley twinge with guilt again. “Non, non.” he assured her, “I’m here to see you.” he smiled. “I’ve been a really bad friend lately..” he admitted reluctantly, looking down at his feet.

Bentley rolled his eyes as she began criticizing his French accent, but smiled. “M’aaaaaaaaaas.” he corrected himself, being sure to exaggerate the pronunciation. “You’re English isn’t so perfect either miss.” he teased. Hugging Izzy felt normal, he hadn’t really felt like himself the past months, and things had just gotten worse and worse. He was almost depressed. Izzy pulled away, and he chuckled. “Je ne sais pas.” he shrugged, there wasn’t really a good answer, “I’ve been sick a lot.” he said, it was half the truth, he hadn’t been feeling the greatest, but it had more to do with the guilt that had been building within him.

He laughed at her attempt at using american slang. She was just so… perky. She’d always been very happy, and giggly, from what he remembered anyway. “Missing you.” he said without thinking. oh damn. “I mean er…. You know.” he said trailing off, “Lots of studying. Professor P sure loves to give a lot of homework, and cliff-diving.” he recovered. “What about you ma petite frenchie?” Bentley laughed petting her highly hair sprayed hair. He knew he couldn’t mess it up, but even with her hair adding a few extra inches to her height, Bentley still towered over her.

TEMPLATE © HAILEY
OOC: sorry it took me so long!!
OUTFIT: CLICKK!.
TAGS: izzy, la push !

[izzy giselle beniveu]

Why do you do this too me? Why do you do this so easily?
you make it hard too smile cause you make it hard to breath

Izzy smiled, she felt really at home with Bentley. He was her security blanket, without him she was a mess truly they were meant to be friends forever. It just hurt a lot when he was always busy, and obviously hiding a really deep dark secret. Izzy had a feeling it was a new girlfriend, or perhaps he was confused on his love life? Bentley wasn't gay for sure though, Izzy had a sinking feeling it was worse than being gay. "Oui, oui." She smiled helplessly, "yeah I know I haven't changed, you at you! Your all buff and stuff, what happened?!" Izzy asked wanting answers.

Izzy looked up at Bentley, he stood way taller than her and she's always loved it that way. He was a big brother to her, well it was obvious she was in love with her big brother then. "Merci mon ami," she smiled not really in the mood for French. They always spoke French and Bentley always got confused sometimes with her fast talking. "Let's talk in English, if I'm ever gonna get better at it." She made a small grunting noise then rolled her eyes. Her eyes drifted back to Bentley, his face was near perfection. She nearly melted at his old laugh, everything had changed within him except for that great laugh he had. It was .. Just .. Fantastic. Izzy accepted all his changes but if he didn't have that old laugh she'd die completely.

Izzy gasped outloud, somebody had just crossed her mind. Donnie. She shook her head and erased the memory or trying too, he always managed to find a way inside her head at times. Izzy returned her gaze back at Bentley trying not to think about the guy who had just crossed her mind, it felt like cheating just thinking about him! Bentley was right, she must stay away from the beautiful people. What if Izzy didn't want to listen to Bentley for once? What if she wanted Donnie, she needed him sometimes to just cheer her up when Bent was out with the guys. She'd keep this a secret. "Really? Too see me?!" A twinkle went through her eye, she was so happy. "Non non!" She exclaimed, "You? A bad friend! In your dreams, I mean you have other friends other than me Bentley I understand. Besides, I have tons of homework." She said quickly making a excuse to make him feel better.

Izzy giggled as Bent over did the 'm'as' and he was the same old funny guy she loved. "Well my English is getting better, I have a tutor now. My friend Kristi is teaching me, she goes to the college." Izzy made up the name, she had no other friends besides Bentley. "Oh! You've been sick! Why didn't you call me I would've rushed right over!" Izzy said in concern, "I mean ... I would've made you some soup, and helped you feel better." She corrected herself. Mentally scolding herself for even saying the first sentence, she had been sick too. Izzy never felt to great when she wasn't around people.

Izzy smirked and blushed trying to hide it from Bentley, "I miss you too, and I have tons of homework as well." She said in a sad tone. She hated homework, "I mean my professor is a total doggie poo licker! He always gives me all the stupid medical charts to read outloud!" Izzy was never a public speaker and Bentley knew that, he listened to her report on frogs in second grade. Izzy tried to think of a excuse to tell Bentley, "You know, just hanging with some friends. Met some new people. They're really nice." She smiled she didn't totally lie to Bentley, she hated lying to him. "I'd love to meet your mysterious friends sometime!" Izzy said trying to find out who they were.

notes; yaay bentley xD
tags; bentley, forest.
outfit; click!
status; complete!