I ALMOST HAD YOU [woody]

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Deliciae was small. That was the only thing Faye could say about the house. The blonde found herself bored, which was a bit depressing. Which was why she pulled out her cellphone, tucked snug in the pocket of her skinny jeans, and texted one of the few people she wanted to see at the time.

SOS, damsel in distress! save mee? c; ~ faye

Two big eyes scanned every word. Perfection. She hit send, and a teasing smile played on the corners of her lips. Most anyone would assume this text was either being sent to some boy she was currently fooling around with, or possibly Peter, her best friend and other half.

However, it seemed like all bets would be lost, as it wasn't either. In fact, it was a combination. Tim Wood, or Woody, as he perferred was one of Faye's few friends with benefits. The two flirted constantly, and to almost anyone, it seemed like they were more than friends. But Faye still had her heart dead set on Peter Newman, so it had to be friends with benefits.

Draping herself more over her chair, she sighed and eyed her cellphone, hoping that her friend-knight in shining armor would save her soon.

hey it’s, finished!
cause you’re awesome, woody
they’re all, a number
i love them, template @ + stockholm syndrome / lyrics @ the script *live like we’re dying
just letting you know, “ bleh. crap post. i had to make it quick, but it'll be much better!”

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Phasma house was very quiet today. Normally he could hear people messing about in the corridors, riddles being told from Kory or Jessie laughing or something going on around his room. Today though, things were very quiet so Woody had decided to take a nap. He had his brown cowboy hat over his face and his hands on his white t-shirt that he was currently wearing. All of a sudden, his phone buzzed next to him and he yelped in surprise, knocking the hat onto the floor that was piled with his clothes.

Groaning, he picked his phone off of the table and opened his eyes, staring at the name on the text. Faye. He smiled slightly, shaking his head as he opened the text. “Damsel in distress,” Woody read out loud, chuckling to himself as he pulled up the reply button to send a text back.

your knight in shining armour is on his way but his castle is in ruins so he has to navigate a very treacherous path first. woody

Faye was difficult to explain. Since he had first met her, he had found her cute. Although in different years, it wasn’t too hard for him to see her every so often. They had built up a friendship, but it wasn’t just any friendship. Faye was his friend with benefits. He flirted with her, had kissed her once or twice, but it never meant anything. Woody knew she was big on Peter and Woody wasn’t one that was going to get in the way of that. So he kept it as only friends with benefits.

Woody picked up his hat, putting it on his head as he started looking for his jacket through the pile of clothes. There was nothing like a good flirting session to brighten up his day, especially as it was Faye. When it compared to the girls he was friends with, Faye was one of the top, only overtaken by Jessie who was top over everyone he knew.

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The blonde could almost picture her friend's hair peeking out his adorable cowboy hat. If she wasn't so, well, maybe in love with Peter, Woody would've been an fantastic catch. And there was the possiblity Peter didn't "feel" the same way. She doubted this, because, well, she was concieted enough to say that she was pretty attractive.

But still. If the chance came that he didn't, however, there was a possiblity. But for now, the two, being Woody and Faye, settled for friends with benefits. It consisted of flirting, and the occasional kiss, and some cuddling, on occasion. A ring tore the tiny girl from her dreams, and she looked in her hand, where her phone glowed with "ONE NEW MESSAGE!"

She opened it and read, giggling with every word. Woody was so silly, and sweet, for playing along with her games. She then thought of what paths he might face. A dragon? Thorns? Or just gaggles of students? She pouted at the idea of him taking too long, and impatience began to set in. And so she decided to text him again.

Watch out for the dragons. Don't get burned. ~ Faye

She smiled and got up, stretching out her tiny body, anxious for her friend's arrival.

hey it’s, finished!
cause you’re awesome, woody
they’re all, a number
i love them, template @ + stockholm syndrome / lyrics @ the script *live like we’re dying
just letting you know, “getting my muuuse. whoo.”

[asksimon]

Woody pulled his phone out of his pocket as he received another text from Faye. He smiled slightly as she mentioned watching out for the dragons. He knew that by dragons she probably meant all the students that milled around outside all of the dorms and hung around in the common room. He chuckled to himself, opening his reply and thinking about it before typing a reply.

Dragons couldn’t keep me away from you, my princess. Woody

Woody knew that if there was a chance for him to get properly with Faye, he probably would do. He did enjoy being with her, knowing that they could easily sit through a film together, cuddling and flirting, but it wasn’t a real relationship and he knew that her heart belonged to Peter, even if he didn’t know that it did. He would always tell her he thought she was cute, adorable even.

He climbed out of his room and closed the door behind him. He put his hands in his pocket, walking down through his house and past different groups of Phasma’s hanging around. He quickly made his way outside and over to his friend’s house. Climbing up the stairs, he reached her door and knocked three times, adjusting his hat. He knew she would be up in a flash and he wouldn’t have to wait long to see her.

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The blonde's phone rang again, and she picked it up off the plush, and read it, feeling her cheeks heat with color. Woody was too sweet. He really was. Calling her a princess, giving her all the attention she needed in a few minutes. She sat in the chair, reading the words over and over, like a child, happy.

He made her happy. There'd been times when she debated getting over Peter, and moving on to someone who felt something, but she couldn't. She just..really loved her best friend. She'd loved Woody too, and whether or not he was really aware of that puzzled her. But she didn't lead him into anything he wasn't aware of. She didn't wanna hurt him.

Knock, knock, knock. Dropping her phone in the chair, Faye jumped up and scampered to the door, excited and anxious. Twisting it and opening it slightly, she peeked out and smiled at her friend. "Well, look who it is. Prince Woody." The blonde smiled and opened the door wide, offering him to come in.

She looked down at her yoga pants, a little big on her, and the tank top, which was green, that fell over her tiny frame. And of course, she had on no make-up. Damnitt. She needed to think things through more sometimes. She looked up at Woody and smiled, trying to ignore how underdressed she really felt.

hey it’s, finished!
cause you’re awesome, woody
they’re all, a number
i love them, template @ + stockholm syndrome / lyrics @ the script *live like we’re dying
just letting you know, “getting my muuuse. whoo.”

[asksimon]

Woody was never sure what to think when it came to Faye. He knew she liked Peter a lot, but other times when it was just the two of them, she was everything a single girl with a single boy was. She would flirt, play with his hair, cuddle up to him and laugh with him. Faye was the only friend of his that he would let invade his personal space, except for Jessie who had rules of her own. Faye was the only girl he let close enough to him to make things appear more than just friends.

Woody gave brown haired teenager grinned back at her as she opened the door. He took his hat off with his hand and bowed majestically in front of her. “Your Royal Majesty. What a pleasure it is to see you again,” Woody announced, rising back up to his full height and giving her a goofy grin, putting his hat back on to his head. “You called for assistance, I believe?” He stepped inside of her room, closing the door behind him and looking around.

The room was tidy, a lot tidier than his own room so he was quite glad she had called him over to hers. She kept things relatively tidy, with girl’s items all over. It was so much fresher in here than in his room. He liked being in Faye’s room because it was just, well, comfier. It was brighter and it smelt better than his room. His room smelled of boys the whole time, only every so often smelling of cleaner air from him opening the door or the window.

He glanced over at Faye as he sat down on her bed, looking her up and down. She was definitely dressed to relax, her clothes green and baggy showing she was just lounging about. He liked seeing her natural and at ease. In some ways, it made her all the more attractive to Woody. Woody didn’t like the girls that threw on piles of make-up. He liked the girls that were naturally pretty, like Faye. “May I say that you are looking mighty fine today, Faye?”

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Internally, she was freaking out. Her hair was a mess, she looked like a disaster, and all she could hear were her own, insecure thoughts. She casually ran her fingers through her hair, trying to comb it out so it looked at least somewhat normal. At least they didn't have to go anywhere. She had a tv, a collection of movies, and a comfy bed. All she'd needed was Woody. Loneliness didn't settle well with Faye. It never did.

She giggled as he bowed, standing up on her tip-toes, anxious to hug him. Her Royal Majesty. He was good. Very good. And very tall. She called for assistance? Oh. Right. The blonde nodded, watching him, feeling like a kid in a candy store, let loose to do whatever she pleased. He walked in and shut the door behind him, which was very nice of him. Her fingers, which were twisting and playing with her hair, fell to her side, itching to grab onto her tall friend's hand, and hold it there with her own.

Blue eyes scanned her room. No clothes out of place, and it was all neat. It was odd, but Faye had a bit of a cleaning complex. She liked to keep things neat, tidy, and as spotless as she could. Not to mention all the green, the pictures, all other girly things scattered along her nightstand, vanity, and dresser. Her shades were drawn slightly, to keep wandering eyes at bay, and her room smelled like a mix of pine, and her signature strawberry perfume. She liked to keep it that way.

Faye blushed at his compliment. He'd read her mind. He really had. "You're too sweet, you know that?" She said, walking over and sitting beside him, instantly leaning into him, putting her head on his shoulder. He smelled good. Like boy, and Woody. His own distinct scent of sorts. "Well, brave knight, this poor princess was all alone, which is never good, and on top of that, was bored. So, we could watch a movie, or just talk or..." The blonde shrugged, out of ideas, as she pulled her tiny legs onto the bed, snuggling more into Woody than before. "Or, whatever you wanna do." She looked up at him, locking her big blues onto his.

hey it’s, finished!
cause you’re awesome, woody
they’re all, a number
i love them, template @ + stockholm syndrome / lyrics @ the script *live like we’re dying
just letting you know, “ i hope this is alright, verta!”

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Woody was dressed like he always did when he was just having a lounging day. He had a pair of pale blue denim jeans on, grass stains on the knees from spending a lot of time on the field in these jeans. He was wearing a plain white t-shirt without anything fancy written on it, slightly turning grey from the amount of washing he had done on it as it was his favourite to wear. His hair was ruffled as it always was due to the fact he wore his hat more often than not. On his feet was a pair of black converse shoes, only half done up so they were easy to slip off. His cowboy hat rested on top of his head and he had a white zipped hoodie resting casually on his shoulders.

Woody smiled at her little giggle, liking the sound of her laugh. He had missed her over summer and although they had called each other once or twice, and sent flirty texts to each other, it was never the same as spending time with her. He’d missed her cute little laugh, her cute smile, the way she was so fussy about how she looked when he didn’t even mind what she looked like as long as she was there. Faye was his own little fairy, something precious that he could look after and let go when he needed to.

“There is no such thing as too sweet,” Woody told her, shaking his head as she sat down on the bed beside him. He shuffled backwards so that his back was resting against the wall, pulling her back with him and putting his arm around her waist, letting her cuddle into him. “My princess was all alone? Well that will not do. You should have called for me sooner.” He winked at her playfully, reaching up to run a hand through the hair she kept fiddling with. She smelt like she always did. Strawberries. “We could do many of those things.” He smiled, letting her catch his eye. “But, what does my princess really want to do?”

OOC:It's all good

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Something about cowboys was cute. Faye loved them. Woody especially. His hat, the way he'd say her name, all the cute things he did. And that hair. She could just sit there and run her fingers through it for hours. And he looked amaizng. How boys could effortlessly look good while girls put in hours and hours of work amazed her, and made her jealous. She had to work hard to get everything perfect. Her hair, her eyes, her clothes...she worried too much.

Faye worried always. And she'd worried about Woody. The few phone calls, the many texts, it kept her going. Even if it wasn't like when he was there in person, to sit with her and hold her. His voice, his smile, his everything had made her heart ache with longing. It was good to finally have him back, here with her, where he really should've been. Him, in all his cowboy cuteness.

"Well, maybe not. But...I forgot what I wanted to say. Darn." She jutted out her lower lip, in a sort of pout. But suddenly she was being pulled, and once she realized Woody was making himself, and her, comfortable, she smiled, putting her head on his chest/shoulder, where she could look at him, and still snuggle into him. His arm was around her waist, and she pulled her legs in a bit closer, making herself as tiny as possible. Small and delicate. Just like she really was. "I know, right? It will not do." He winked and she giggled, a rosy color growing in her cheeks. "I'm sorry, fair knight. I'll make sure I call you sooner next time." The blonde nodded, batting her eyes at him. What did she want to do? Hm. Well, he was here, and she was in his arms. She was doing what she wanted to do. "Well..." She mused aloud, sitting up slightly to plant a light kiss on his cheek. "We could cuddle and watch a movie. Or sort of watch it." Faye suggested, snuggling back into her cuddling spot. Perfection.

hey it’s, finished!
cause you’re awesome, woody
they’re all, a number
i love them, template @ + stockholm syndrome / lyrics @ the script *live like we’re dying
just letting you know, “ if i had notes, they'd go here.”

[asksimon]

Faye was just like a fairy to Woody. She was small, fragile and very flighty at times. She would dash about like a mad thing after Peter and she would start to complain if no one was paying her attention. He often wondered what would happen if she didn’t have the attention she craved so much. He was more than certain that she would have a breakdown if no one was paying attention to her. But he knew that Peter and him would always be there for her if she needed someone. Woody was only too happy to oblige to the cute Faye’s demands.
Over summer Woody had spent most of it either horse riding, helping on the ranch or texting his friends. He had spent a long time at night texting Faye, flirting with her the whole time, telling her how amazing he thought she was, how cute, how pretty. He was good with compliments and liked to give them to Faye. He genuinely thought all these things about her but he knew nothing serious would come between them.

“That’s how smooth I am. I can make you forget what you are saying,” Woody teased, grinning and ruffling Faye’s hair in a playful manner. “I am very smooth.” He looked down at the young girl who had cuddled into him. She was always adorable but when she made herself look so small and delicate, it always seemed to make him smile. He liked seeing her all relaxed around him. It was nice. “You’d better do, my princess. I hate to know that you are all bored and alone.”

Woody smiled as she placed a kiss on his cheek. Her touch was feathery and light, which made a change from how aggressive Jessie could be with him. He presumed that was from how close they were. Woody nodded his head, pulling her in close. “We can sort of watch a movie. That sounds just perfect.” He paused, leaning down and kissing her lightly on the head. “I missed you, you know.”

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