[R] TELL THE SUN DON'T FALL - EFFY !

[phoenix asher]

WELL IT'S NICE TO MEET YOU SIR.
I guess I'll go, I best be on my way out.

All across the floor lay several items of clothing; empty Lucozade bottles; one large pizza box with two slices of pizza left in it, and DVD cases that were empty. It probably looked as though someone had trashed the place; but they hadn't. In reality, the mess had been made by two seventeen year olds who were currently laying haphazardly on the large couch, cuddled up to each other. They were wearing nothin more than their underwear and had a blanket half wrapped around their slender frames. The male was snoring gently; his arm curled protectively around the smaller female with firey hair. There was a smile on both their faces as they slept soundly through the early hours of the morning. As the sun rose; it's rays flickered through the blinds - which hadn't been pulled up - dousing the two bodies with light, little dust fairies dancing in the sun beams above their heads. It probably seemed as though nothing could wake the two of them up, not that you'd want to wake them up - they looked extremely cute together, there.

As the hours passed by, the male became slightly more restless in his sleep, fidgeting and shuffling around. A large hand came up to his face and rubbed at his nose before brushing away imaginary Unicorns that were dancing around his head. Quietly, in his sleep, the male mumbled 'damn those Unicorns' and shifted into a different position; his arm still around the female. Last night there had been a bit of a party in the apartment; well, really I mean there had been a two person get-together. A pool party of some kind, which had both disasterous and hilarious consequences. The disasterous parts were when the male ran straight into the pool and found that he couldn't remove his clothes because they had shrunk from being too wet. The hilarious parts were when the male ran straight into the pool and found that he couldn't remove his clothes because they had shrunnk from being too wet... what? After that a myriad of dazed and confused clothes were strewn across the floor and water went everywhere. It was pretty fun!

Again; I could say that it looked as though nothing was going to wake these two seventeen year old's up, but they clearly underestimated the power of adopted mothers and their cruel thoughts on 'underage sex' ... not that the- hm. Unbeknownst to the semi-mature teenagers, creeping up the apartment block stairs, with a shit load of stuff in her hands, was the males adopted mother. And she had very clear thoughts about 'underage sex', indeed. It wasn't until the door was actually opened, the stuff dropped, and the mother strode over to where they both lay; limbs intwined, did they fully become aware of another presence in the room. The elderly woman had taken one look at the teens and blew her lid. She started shouting and waving her arms about; he thought she looked kind of like a lost ostrich... goodness knows what the red head thought. Having been so scared of the mother, the male had fallen from the couch; flat on his face and scrambled to his feet so quickly that he'd ended up with pizza face... lovely.

After a while, the mother had ceased her shouting at the male and pointing her finger at the two of them, and left. The male was confused, and his face was covered in pizza. He dropped his gaze too the floor whilst his 'mother' was still there, though after she had left, his head was back up and looking over at the female with his head tilted slightly to one side. Chewing on the inside of his lip and ignoring the tomato sauce running down his face, his shot her a faint lop sided smile and then got to his feet, shuffling over to where he had left her; after having fallen off of the couch; due to his 'mother'. "Mm, I'm sorry about that." He said, a genuine tone was being used, because he actually did mean it. Had he known that his mother was coming to his apartment today, to drop more stuff off, he probably would have been wearing pyjama's. BatMan ones. Carefully, he climbed back on the couch and pressed his lips lightly against hers, transfering some of the tomato sauce from his face to hers after he pulled back.

OH SHIT! PHOENIX WAS JUST CAUGHT IN THE ACT OF SLEEPING WITH MISS EFFY, AT HIS APARTMENT, DRESSED IN NOTHING BUT THIS!. WELL, IT'S A GOOD THING THAT HE HAD SEVEN HUNDRED AND THIRTY SEVEN WORDS TO SAY, ONCE HE WAS DONE! OF COURSE THOUGH; HE DID HAVE A LITTLE HELP FROM PARAMORE WITH THEIR SONG: IGNORANCE. THE LOVELY IMOGEN CODED HIS REPLY FOR HIM, AND SHE WOULD LIKE TO SAY: epiiiicccc thread, already o:

[effy audrey harlow]

Phoenix's apartment was slowly turning into a second home for Effy, considering the amount of time she spent there and the number of times that she had, erm, slept over. When she did, the place was usually left looking like it had been ransacked; with all sorts of items left strewn all over the floor, all around the apartment. If you studied it carefully enough then you would probably be able to follow in their exact footsteps of the previous night, tracking the two of them from room to room. Eventually, the pair of them had ended up in the living room, watching DVDs that they (or at least, Effy) didn't even pay attention to and couldn't be bothered to put away after; eating pizza and just generally being teenagers. They caused absolutely no harm to anybody, they tried not to make that much noise. There wasn't really that much of a problem to be found with the whole situation. One of her skinny arms was wrapped around her boyfriend's neck, the other slung across his bare chest - which wasn't really anything new, considering he rarely wore a shirt even when he was supposedly 'clothed' in some way. Her head was buried somewhere around his collarbone area, not exactly resting on his shoulder and not exactly in his neck. Her hair, which was still slightly damp from last nights two person pool party, was fanned out all over the place, tickling her nose on occasion. The sight of the two seventeen year olds cuddled up together was hard not to find utterly adorable; even with the mess that was scattered only a few feet away from the couple.

Usually; Effy was a pretty hard sleeper - somebody could start drilling for oil underneath her pillow and at the most she would only stir. The problem with sleeping tangled up with Phoenix was that he had trouble keeping still, whether he was aware of it or not. Now, when you considered that she was sleeping pretty much on top of him at the moment; it was like trying to sleep on a lilo in the middle of the sea. Every time he moved, the petite red-headed female that was curled around him would give a grumble, poking his chest or some other part of her body (although she was technically unaware that she was actually doing this) and shuffling around herself so that her tiny frame was in a more comfortable position. Effy's sleeping patterns could be considered as rather odd, and this was really caused by the amount of sugar and energy drinks that were running through her system 99% of the time; with the added factor that on the rare occasions that she did happen to feel slightly sleepy, somebody like Phoenix who always seemed to have Lucozade on their person would come along and she'd forget what being tired even felt like. Oh well, who needed sleep when you had energy drinks? Wasting half of your day practically unconcious to the world around you was pretty darn boring, in her opinion. This was why she slept during her more boring classes instead of going to bed at a reasonably normal time like anybody else would. But... Well. Effy wasn't normal, this was obvious by the antics she got up to on a day-to-day basis when she wasn't sleeping.

The hyper-active red head had only met Phoenix's mother once, and it hadn't actually been a formal meeting or anything. They had come in to the apartment whilst she had been going out. Well, she had been dropping off some stuff that Phoenix had left behind, but hadn't exactly stayed long before she did leave anyway. She didn't know anything about the woman; she didn't know the woman's name, she had no clue that she was his adoptive mother. She didn't know that the woman was actually on her way up to his apartment right at that very moment. So, Effy continued to sleep quite peacefully, her fingers now tangled up in his hair, her nose pressed against his cheek - at least, she did until all of the noise kicked off. It started with a crash as all of the stuff that she had brought slipped from her hands, taking a suicide leap before it hit the deck. Effy hadn't even had a chance to wake up from her slumber before the woman was standing right next to the couch that they were curled up on, yelling all sorts of things that she couldn't really make out. She gave a yelp as Phoenix's body slipped from under her and hit the floor too, only just having a chance to cling to the sofa before she landed on top of him. To be honest, she didn't think that would be a very good position to be in given the current situation. She ducked her head and resisted the temptation as one of the hands Phoenix's mom was wildly waving around almost clipped her upside the head - it was certainly a perculiar sight to see.

Effy scratched her head as she watched the woman leave, still not entirely sure what that whole performance had been about. Really, they could have been caught doing a lot worse; their track records were nothing compared to some of those that belonged to some other students in their school. She looked up at her boyfriend, who was currently looking at her with last night's pizza sauce running down one of his cheeks. She twitched her nose to one side, still a little puzzled by the whole situation. "I guess that I'm probably not your mom's favourite person at the current moment in time?" She shifted slightly and leaned across the sofa to get the blue, American Apparel flex-fleece hoodie that she had discared last night and was currently residing in a rather crumpled state on her floor. She pulled it around her shoulders but didn't bother to zip it up in any way; her Batgirl bra still on show. Her tiny frame lay back down on the sofa, watching as Phoenix climbed back on next to her. A smile couldn't help but make it's way across her features when she felt his lips against hers, the faint sound of a giggle escaping as he pulled away. Her hand was lifted up to her own cheek to wipe away the sauce that was now there, poking Phoenix's nose with the same finger. "Saucy." She said quietly, attempting to lighten the mood in one way or another.

[phoenix asher]

WELL IT'S NICE TO MEET YOU SIR.
I guess I'll go, I best be on my way out.

Phoenix found it incredibly funny that Effy spent most of her spare time around his apartment and they got up to lots of... things? Though it probably wasn't surprising either, since both he and Effy were the most notorious couple around Manhattan School for the Arts, and probably in the whole of Manhattan, too! Honestly; he didn't care much for these fad rumours about himself and Effy, they were just a bunch of nonesense. What did it matter if he and his red-headed girlfriend got up to all sorts of stuff in the confines of his apartment? That was personal stuff, stuff that he liked sharing with Effy, because well.. she was Effy. And Effy was as awesome as pie was. The very first time that he'd met her, they'd hit on each other at a party; they'd had quite a bit of alcohol and eventually that led to another thing and it wasn't too long before Phoenix had realised that he'd actually fallen for Effy. Of course, Effy had been a bit... queer about it, but eventually warmed up to him and they'd been a couple ever since then. As was said before; they were a notorious couple, because everytime you saw them together, one was usually clinging to the other and Phoenix always, almost, was shirtless. Mm, he was a sexy beast though. So, no complaining!

The funny thing about these two particular seventeen year olds, was that they -were- ... individually, rather clean and tidy teenagers; but that changes from day to day, when they're with each other, mostly depending on what they're doing. You can take that anyway you like. Though at this particular moment in time, especially with the mess there was, you would, more than likely, beg too differ, every current out of place item, considered. So, it was also a surprise for the woman to find the apartment that she'd brought for her 'son', was a mess and ever more so surprised to find her 'son' entangled within another body - a female one. Hence the over reaction. Phoenix hadn't expected her to yell and wave her arms about, clipping him around the head a couple of times, before he fell on the ground and once again after he'd scrambled to his feet. Out of the corner of his eye, he'd noticed that she'd almost hit Effy once or twice and fought to control his temper. Sure she was his mother, but she wasn't his real mother. Effy was his girlfriend; they'd been together for longer and he did so hate it when people hurt his Effy. Naturally, he was protective over Effy; his mother was just a side show assistant where he was concerned; it wasn't as though she was a very nice person anyway. She was always so, so.. there wasn't even a word.

Eventually though; the woman left them to their devices and Phoenix watched as she did so, to make sure that she actually was going to leave, and not stay behind to see that the two teens didn't get up to any 'funny business'. When she finally did leave, Phoenix got up from his position on the floor and shuffled back over to the couch to resume the cuddling that they'd been doing before being rudely interrupted. Though, Effy did reach across the couch and pull the blue American Apparel hoodie onto her slender frame. The male frowned a little, saddened that she'd covered herself up (though he could still see her bra). It was probably a little... well, he liked touchi- he, well. Effy in just a bra and underwear was awesome. For the moment he would ignore her little comment about herself not being his mother's most favourite person in this current situation. He didn't care about how his mother felt about Effy; because he liked Effy, a lot. Effy then laid herself back down on the couch, just as Phoenix shuffled over and pressed a small kiss against her lips. Her finger wiped away some of the sauce on his face before poking his nose and uttering a single word that made him grin and climb on top of her gently. "Mm, I could say the exact same thing about you, baby." He mumbled, wiping the tomato sauce away, smiling.

OH SHIT! PHOENIX WAS JUST CAUGHT IN THE ACT OF SLEEPING WITH MISS EFFY, AT HIS APARTMENT, DRESSED IN NOTHING BUT THIS!. WELL, IT'S A GOOD THING THAT HE HAD SEVEN HUNDRED AND THIRTEEN WORDS TO SAY, ONCE HE WAS DONE! OF COURSE THOUGH; HE DID HAVE A LITTLE HELP FROM PARAMORE WITH THEIR SONG: IGNORANCE. THE LOVELY IMOGEN CODED HIS REPLY FOR HIM, AND SHE WOULD LIKE TO SAY: XD

[effy audrey harlow]

With thanks to all of the nosey little buggars that the two of them went to school with, Effy and Phoenix's relationship wasn't exactly a low-profile one. There was always something new being made up about the two of them, especially if she had been seen entering his apartment one day and not coming out until the next morning - but, hey, if their classmates had nothing better to do than spy on them, then they really needed to get a life. It was probably the longest relationship known to the Manhattan School of Arts kind; because they were all breaking-up and making-up and rebounding or cheating on each other every damn day. She could remember the party where she had met Phoenix: it had been pretty crap to begin with, so she'd had a little (more than usual) to drink, and then stumbled into him. It had supposedly been an accident of some sort but she refused to confirm whether it had been on purpose or not. One thing led to another, and, well. That part she hadn't entirely intended to happen, she wasn't one to sleep around. It had confused her slightly upon hearing that he'd falling for her. Due to her parents never being around, she had never really been told that she was loved, and having a boyfriend had never really crossed her mind. She hadn't been aware of anybody having feelings for her before, but eventually she weighed everything up, including the fact that Phoenix was quite nice to look at and he wasn't an ass; which was a rare trait to find. Now they were rarely apart from each other and whenever they were together, it was easier to count the times Phoenix did wear a shirt as opposed to when he didn't. D'aw.

They had been together for a while now, so really she was used to waking up somewhere in Phoenix's apartment, curled up around him with a lot of mess everywhere. But not once had she woken up to this sort of thing. Effy wasn't entirely sure where exactly she was supposed to look, her eyes darting around different areas of the room. She started by looking at his mother and blinking; looking down at a tomato-sauce covered Phoenix on the floor; then scanning the mess of clothes and empty dvd cases sprawled across the floor; then finally down at herself, clad in nothing more than a BatGirl bra and Cookie Monster underpants. She then decided that the best thing to do was to keep a close eye on which direction his mother happened to be flapping her arms about in - the woman had already hit Phoenix round the head once or twice and she'd narrowly avoided it happening to herself. She was most certainly against 'underage sex' and whatever else she was scalding them about; but she didn't really seem as bothered about violence. This made Effy wonder what Phoenix's mom must have thought about the seventeen year old girl that had been found wrapped around her son, wondering if she thought that the girl was leading him down the wrong path - it wasn't like she had gotten him addicted to hard drugs or anything, not like she ever would anyway, but for example purposes. Right now she was beginning to feel like a little kid who had knocked their mom's priceless vase off of the shelf; or a dog that had chewed up some important papers that it wasn't supposed to, which wasn't exactly pleasant considering that she wasn't either of the above.

When the shouting, screeching, whatever such a noise was called came to an end and the woman left, Effy was quite relieved. Not just because she could carry on cuddling Phoenix like she had been before (okay, so maybe it was half of the reason; but you couldn't really blame her for it) but she wouldn't have to listen to her or feel like a naughty toddler any longer. She grabbed the hoodie off of the floor, pulled it around her frame - even though she left it wide open and still showing off her almost bare torso - and pushed the sleeves up to her elbows. She looked at Phoenix, and for a few moments she thought he was frowning after the incident with his mother. She tried not to giggle when she considered that he was frowning at her for putting the hoodie on; even though it barely covered her up anyway. When she also realised that he was apparently ignoring her comment about his mother's dislike of her, she decided that this was probably a good thing. Now that she was gone she didn't really want to think about it any longer, instead she wanted to block it out with thoughts of Phoenix instead of his rather perculiar mother. She chewed the inside of her lip when she saw him grinning; he had one of those smiles that made you forget what you were going to say, although technically she was waiting to see what he said. She tried not to, but found herself giggling at his response anyway, kissing his nose gently when she felt his body on top of her just because she could. If anybody else dared to call her baby then she would have slapped them, she found it obnoxious. Of course, when Phoenix happened to say it, her heart practically fluttered in her chest.

[phoenix asher]

WELL IT'S NICE TO MEET YOU SIR.
I guess I'll go, I best be on my way out.

At least it was all over now, the seventeen year old thought as he picked himself up off of the ground and shuffled back over to his underwear and, now, hoodie, clad girlfriend. There was tomato sauce running down his face as he gently climbed on top of her and pressed his lips against hers. Now there was tomato sauce on her, her comment about 'saucy' replayed over in his mind; it was a bit of a sexual innuendo.. well, at least it had been in his mind. Effy then kissed his nose because it was there, and she liked to do that when he wasn't occupying her mouth with his lips. Scrunching up his nose and looking down at her with those deep, chocolate eyes of his, Phoenix wondered what on earth they could get up to today. Asides from a serious deep cleansing session of the apartment and then of himself - maybe.. just maybe, he could get Effy into the shower with him. It wasn't like they hadn't seen each other naked before, it was more to do with the fact that every time he had a shower when Effy was here - Phoenix always convinced her that saving water was compulsory. So, if he needed a shower and she needed a shower; they would shower together to 'save water'. Ninety nine point nine per cent of the time; this actually worked. The other one per cent when it didn't work, were the times they'd had a bath, instead. How adorable, haha.

Twitching his nose to one side as he looked down at his beautiful girlfriend, Phoenix thought about all the things they could get up to, and eventually decided on trying to get the apartment, and theirselves clean before doing anything at all. Placing another gentle kiss to her tastey lips; the junior shifted up from on top of her and set his feet on the ground, turning in his position on the couch so that his bare back was now facing her face. Getting to his feet, the musician ran his fingers through his floppy hair, pushing it back, out of his eyes and shuffling across the floor; trying to avoid everything on it. Surveying the mess through his brown eyes, he decided where to start and then dropped to his knees in front of the television, picking up several DVD's and moving stuff to get their cases and correctly deposit them. Once the three.. or was it four, DVD's were back in their correct cases and stacked neatly atop the television, Phoenix picked up the pizza box and stuffed it into the mini trash can that was next to the couch. It didn't fit, but at least the apartment looked a little cleaner now. All that was left to pick up now was their clothes and the apartment would be clean. Really now, there was nothing to worry about; it only looked trashed because of what they had done the previous night. Sitting back down on the edge of the couch he looked at Effy, smiling.

"You," he started, leaning down over her small body, trailing a light hand down her cheek - brushing away the tomato sauce - and to the American Apparel hoodie she was wearing. "are kinda saucy right now." He mumbled with a smirk across his handsome features. Gently tugging on the hoodie, sliding it off from around her shoulders and discarding it on the floor, Phoenix leaned down and licked her cheek before standing up quickly and bouncing off, out of the room. Last time he'd done that, they'd ended up in the shower; so Phoenix was kind of, sort of, maybe hoping that Effy would click on to what was about to happen as she skipped through his rooms to the bathroom. Eventually he reached the bathroom, skipping straight into the clear glass shower door with a rather loud squeal - almost sounding like a girl. Shaking his head and rubbing his nose, the seventeen year old pushed open the doors and slid out of his spongederpants, turning the shower on and stepping under the water. After a moment he heard a small amount of shuffling and poked his head out of the shower door. "EEEEEEEEEEFFFFFFFFFFFYYYY!" He called, realising that he hadn't actually grabbed a towel from the closet. "EEEEFFFYY, SHOWURRR'S REEADDYY! EEEEEFFYYYY!" Phoenix, when you thought about it, had a rather loud mouth.

OH SHIT! PHOENIX WAS JUST CAUGHT IN THE ACT OF SLEEPING WITH MISS EFFY, AT HIS APARTMENT, DRESSED IN NOTHING BUT THIS!. WELL, IT'S A GOOD THING THAT HE HAD A LOT OF WORDS TO SAY, ONCE HE WAS DONE! OF COURSE THOUGH; HE DID HAVE A LITTLE HELP FROM PARAMORE WITH THEIR SONG: IGNORANCE. THE LOVELY IMOGEN CODED HIS REPLY FOR HIM, AND SHE WOULD LIKE TO SAY: XD

[effy audrey harlow]

Effy giggled as she looked at the sauce covered Phoenix. He always seemed to be messy, in one way or another. When he wasn't covered in ketchup then he would be covered in ice cream - I know what you're probably thinking at the moment, considering everything, but actually they ended tipping it over themselves on accident or just throwing it at each other out of boredom - or his hair would be a mess, or -- Okay. You probably get the picture by now. She watched his nose scrunch up after she'd kissed it, just after he'd kissed her. Hey, they were going out and have been for a while, it wasn't exactly weird to do so. She stuck her pretty pink tongue out of her mouth and pulled a face at him, childish little temptations getting the better of the red-head. Phoenix's mother had now left them alone and they were pretty much free to do what they wanted, but the question was; what? They could clean the apartment (and apparently, they needed to clean each other themselves, as she could now feel the pizza sauce that had splatted onto her own pale cheek) but she wasn't really sure if they had made enough mess for the job of cleaning up to last all day. Really, Effy could have stayed cuddling with him for the rest of the day; especially if a tub of ice cream and a couple of spoons happened to appear out of nowhere. Whatever they did, she was going to make sure that Phoenix didn't put a shirt on, even if she had to go to the lengths of hiding all of his clothes. She of all people knew that wouldn't really be neccesary; but it was helpful to have a plan ready for the day when he decided that he preferred to wear a shirt.

The female seventeen year old smiled when she felt his lips meet hers, again; which then turned into a look of confusion as she watched his slightly odd maneouver to get up from on top of her and off of the sofa. Actually, no. It wasn't at all odd for Phoenix to do such a thing, it was perfectly normal. Which meant that there was nothing to worry about, right? Her head slowly tilted to one side in curiosity of what he was about to do, considering he hadn't exactly told her or anything. Her eyes watched him tidying up the room, and she was unsure as to whether or not she was supposed to help or not. She was comfortable, and there wasn't really that much mess, not by her standards - so she decided that she would stay there. She cuddled herself up in her hoodie and kept her head tilted as she watched Phoenix shuffle around the room in his Spongebob Squarepants boxers. Effy loved him to pieces, every single little bit of him that there was to love. She wasn't going to be sharing him with anybody else anytime soon, he was all hers and she was all his. Any girl (or, erm, in some cases; any guy) who dared to try and come inbetween that would be... erm... She had never been the most violent person in the world, but... She was hoping that the day would never come when somebody tried to come between the two of them and their relationship, so she didn't really want to think about what she would have to do in such a situation.

Her eyes were still watching Phoenix when he came back over to the couch and sat down at the edge of it, pretty much at her feet. She saw the smile on his face, one of her own soon appearing once again as she watched him lean above her; listening to every word he said. "I am, am I?" Effy asked carefully, the hairs on the back of her neck beginning to stand on edge when his hand came into contact with her cheek. He was perfect; perfect, perfect, perfect - there was nothing she would change about him, or swap for him. A laugh escaped from her lips when she felt him pulling off her hoodie and saw him drop it onto the floor. To tell the truth it surprised her slightly that he hadn't done it earlier, even though she would have probably put it back on again anyway if she had gotten cold. Not to annoy him, it was just funny to see him pout and the such. When she licked his cheek she laughed again and poked him in the stomach with one of her Superman-sock clad feet, only just managing to actually do so before he skipped off to wherever he was skipping off to now. Again, he hadn't told her where, but she had quite the idea. She slowly got up off of the couch and crept over to get a towel from the bag that she kept in his room. Yep, she brought a bag with her pretty much every time that she came to Phoenix's house, because it just made life easier most of the time. Effy tittered from her position in his bedroom as she heard him squeal like a girl, getting the towel and wrapping it around her tiny body as the underwear she was wearing left her body. He'd seen her nekked before, oui, but it was just more fun this way. "III'S COMIIIIING, SIIILLYYY!" She yelled to him, quite literally sliding sideways into the bathroom; deciding that because she was smaller she needed to stand directly under the spray and not him. He was tall, he would find a solution!

[phoenix asher]

WELL IT'S NICE TO MEET YOU SIR.
I guess I'll go, I best be on my way out.

The day that Effy would need to steal his shirts, would be the day where Phoenix would have hit his head really hard on the floor and decided to wear one. He hoped that that day would never come, because then it would mean that something terrible had happened and he wouldn't feel like Phoenix at all; he'd feel like some kind of.. fake person, type thingy. Most of the time he never had a shirt on his body, was because Effy had forbade him to put one on, or had removed it from his body when he hadn't been 'paying attention' - when he had been paying attention, but had convinced her that he hadn't. Phoenix didn't mind not wearing a shirt, and obviously Effy didn't mind not wearing a shirt either, but both of them had to wear one in school, which was kind of sad. Phoenix actually liked it when Effy didn't wear a shirt, it gave him a chance to look at her bra; which was usually characters and pretty, just like she was, in general. In fact, it could be said that, given the chance, neither Phoenix, nor Effy would wear a shirt outside the confines of his apartment - well, Phoenix moreso.

After the kiss, he'd looked around the apartment and cleared up what little mess there was. It wasn't much, and it definitely wasn't as bad as the last time something like this had happened. The floor was cleared in a few seconds flat and then it was time for a shower; Phoenix having removed the hoodie from Effy's body before sliding out of the room and running straight into the shower doors. His mind flooded with thoughts of the last time they'd showered together and how he'd watched as she'd shampoo'd her hair. Phoenix loved Effy more than anyone would ever be able to understand; he'd do anything for her and didn't like pushing her into doing things that she didn't want to do. Which was probably the reason why, every time they had a shower; their clothes would be put back on (occasionally Effy would leave her bra off), and they could cuddle up with each other on the sofa, in front of the TV, watching movies or cartoons. They'd only had sex a couple of times before; all of those times they had been drunk... well, one night they hadn't been drunk, it had been a comparison to when they had been drunk, not that they could remember it all very well.

Phoenix got the shower running in a matter of moments, sliding out of his Spongebob Squarepants boxer shorts and stepping under the steaming hot water, waiting for his delicious girlfriend to come and join him, like he hoped that she would. It was more fun to share the shower than people would think; it meant that they could spend even more time together - not that they already didn't spend the majority of their time together in the first place. Having all the same classes and being in the same year was really something rather special. Hearing Effy potter into the bathroom brought a smile to his face as he picked up the soap and squeezed it in his hands, waiting for her. Phoenix heard her shout back, her words made him chuckle quietly and shake his head with laughter; God, she was such a funny little creature, it was one of the many reasons why he loved her so! Her saw her in a towel and tilted his head at her, quite confused - was this one of the times where she teased him!? That wouldn't do, no that wouldn't do at all. But then, her towel was off and she was standing directly underneath the spray of the water, Phoenix had his back against the glass door, the pane cold against his skin as his eyes travelled down Effy's body and then back up again. Twitching his nose to one side, the seventeen year old reached around her slender frame to grab the bottle of shampoo that she loved so much - the soap still in his hand. "Mm, there's my sexy girl." He mumbled, gently poking her boob and emptying some of the shampoo into his hands.

OH SHIT! PHOENIX WAS JUST CAUGHT IN THE ACT OF SLEEPING WITH MISS EFFY, AT HIS APARTMENT, DRESSED IN NOTHING BUT THIS!. WELL, IT'S A GOOD THING THAT HE HAD A LOT OF WORDS TO SAY, ONCE HE WAS DONE! OF COURSE THOUGH; HE DID HAVE A LITTLE HELP FROM PARAMORE WITH THEIR SONG: IGNORANCE. THE LOVELY IMOGEN CODED HIS REPLY FOR HIM, AND SHE WOULD LIKE TO SAY: GAHTHISSUCKS

[effy audrey harlow]

Something that Effy loved about Phoenix was the way he was different from all of the other from the imbuciels that she was forced to go to school with. Sure, he could sometimes be an ass but she couldn't really say anything about that, because she herself could be a little bitchy towards people whom she didn't really like that much. He was himself, no matter what the situation, as opposed to pretending to be a tough guy or a nice guy like everybody else seemed to; which she herself saw as utterly pointless. He wasn't the gross kind of guy who stared at her in a way that probably resembled the way that a hungry dog would stare at a piece of fresh meat that had been placed in front of them. He stuck up for her when it was needed; it was nice to know that there was somebody who was willing to fight her battles for her; even though she didn't get into that many to begin with. Plus, the two of them could walk around shirtless in his apartment all they wanted and it never had to lead to anything more if it wasn't wanted. And -- Okay. There were certainly plenty of reasons as to why she loved Phoenix as much as she did, and it would probably be much quicker to just leave it at that instead of going to the trouble of trying to name every single one of them off of the top of her head. Maybe she should make a list and keep it with her so she could reel them all off to people whenever it was needed!

The two of them hadn't made quite as much mess as was probably considered 'usual' for the two of theirs' standards. It hadn't really taken Phoenix too long to clean up all by himself, so she had stayed on the sofa, curled up in her hoodie - even though he pulled it off from around her shoulders not long after he'd climbed back on top of her petite frame. Effy giggled as she heard him crash into the shower doors, getting to her feet and making her way over to Phoenix's bedroom so that she could get a towel. Knowing him he had forgotten to get one himself, which was why the red-headed female poked her head into his wardrobe and pulled one out for him too, just in case. She undressed (if it was actually called that when one was only wearing their underwear) and wrapped her own towel around her body, even though he had already seen her in the nude several times before when they had showered together. Her voice, which was pretty big for somebody who was supposedly so small, yelled a reply to him just before she made her way into the bathroom; now steaming up due to the shower. To be honest, she was still yet to find something that she didn't love about Phoenix, or being with Phoenix. Considering they spent practically every waking moment in the other's company you'd slowly start to think that they were sick of the sight of each other, but actually, that was something that would never happen to them. If it did, something was obviously very wrong.

The towel that was around her body fell to the floor and she ducked into the shower in front of Phoenix, so she could have the spray. She was reasonably short, not just compared to her boyfriend's height, and it was known to have it's disadvantages most of the I mean, um, from time to time. Her arm reached over to get the bottle of shampoo, to realise that it wasn't there typical. There was another giggle when she felt him poking her in the chest, raising her eyebrow at him slightly. She looked over at the male, a little confused as to how he was managing to maintain a handful of soap and a handful of shampoo simoltanouesly. Although, this was Phoenix; he was always up to something weird that struck every supposedly 'normal' human being as rather ridiculous. Effy smiled sweetly at him and decided that he was done with the bottle of shampoo, taking it gently from him. "Don't hog the toiletries." She faked a stern voice, paused, and laughed; not really sure why she had said what she just had. At least she knew that her boyfriend did shower and he did was his hair, because nine times out of ten she was there as a witness. She shook the bottle of shampoo a couple of times before squirting it out into her hands, putting the bottle back down and soaping up her hair. 'Saving water' was always much more fun than showering seperately, wouldn't you agree?

[phoenix asher]

WELL IT'S NICE TO MEET YOU SIR.
I guess I'll go, I best be on my way out.

Phoenix kind of just stared at Effy the moment she let the towel drop from her slender body, then he shook his head and decided that he stared enough and averted his eyes to the shampoo and the soap. They would keep him occupied for several more moments, until he found something else too look at. He watched as she raised her eyebrows at him after he'd poked her chest and then smiled at her when he noticed that she was trying not to giggle - d'aw, he always found that so damn cute. The shampoo bottle was then taken from his hands and he shot her a mock pout. "Heeey, I was gonna use that to wash yerr hair." He cried, pushing out his bottom lip and making a sad face at her, before placing the soap back from where he got it and dumping his handful of shampoo in his own hair. Lathering and then trying to rinse it as best as he could without shoving Effy out of the way of the spray of water. Eventually, he managed it, just escaping shampoo in his eyes. "Mm, you're going to smell extra yummy once we're done in the shower, lovely." He mumbled, craning his neck down slightly so that he could place a soft peck on her neck before grabbing the soap and washing himself. It didn't take him long to shower.. he was a guy afterall. They never took too long.

After cleansing himself of the soap and getting completely soap-free, Phoenix parted ways with Effy for several moments, sliding out of the shower doors and stealing both towels; wrapping one around his lower half and using the other as a hair towel. He knew it was Effy's, but it was a lot of fun stealing her towel - besides; she'd done it too him a couple of times before. Sneaking out of the bathroom with the towels, the seventeen year old bounced into his bedroom and pulled open the doors to his closet. At the bottom was a pair of Effy's shorts and one of her t-shirts, he smirked at them slightly and then pulled out a t-shirt and a pair of shorts - then thought better about it and put them back, crossing over to his drawer and pulling out a clean pair of boxer shorts. He knew that getting dressed wasn't really an option; not where Effy was concerned anyway. So a pair of boxer shorts and a t-shirt would suffice for now... untill Effy removed his t-shirt anyway. Then he wondered, what was the point of a t-shirt if it was just going to be removed from his body anyway? Chuckling to himself, the junior tossed the t-shirt onto his bed and started to dry himself off.

Then again... he could put the t-shirt on and then he could complain to Effy that magical material fairies had forced him into wearing the t-shirt. Phoenix chuckled again to himself and shook his head at his own silliness, it was worth it though, plus it was kind of funny when she liked to try and remove his t-shirt when he was in a standing position. Twitching his nose to one side, Phoenix dropped the towel to the floor and pulled his boxer shorts up his skinny legs. He turned his head in the direction of his bedroom door, wondering if Effy was finished yet; apparently not. Chewing on the inside of his lip, Phoenix bent down and picked up the towel he'd dropped, folding it up carefully and placing it on back of his desk chair. The other he picked up and placed on his bed, ready for when Effy got out of the shower. Then he started to think a little more, a smile crossed his handsome features and he bounced to the bedroom door, leaning his head around the doorjamb and calling out to his delicious girlfriend. "EEFFFFFFFFYYY, I JUST GOT ATTACKED BY THE EVIL SHIRT FAIRIESS!" Before quickly shuffling to where he'd put the t-shirt, picking it up and pulling it over the top of his head and shoving his arms through the sleeves. He then sat himself on the floor and waited for Effy to get her lovely ass out of the bathroom and come to where he was sitting.

OH SHIT! PHOENIX WAS JUST CAUGHT IN THE ACT OF SLEEPING WITH MISS EFFY, AT HIS APARTMENT, DRESSED IN NOTHING BUT THIS!. WELL, IT'S A GOOD THING THAT HE HAD A LOT OF WORDS TO SAY, ONCE HE WAS DONE! OF COURSE THOUGH; HE DID HAVE A LITTLE HELP FROM PARAMORE WITH THEIR SONG: IGNORANCE. THE LOVELY IMOGEN CODED HIS REPLY FOR HIM, AND SHE WOULD LIKE TO SAY: RAWRR