haley-markert

[haley-markert]

Haley saw his reaction and looked at him, surprised. "You actually believed I stopped caring for you and loving you?" She smiled as she leaned in more. "I guess I fooled you." Haley couldn't blame him though. She hadn't been fair or nice, and she gave him the idea he was crazy for thinking he had a chance in getting her back. Haley was just scared, and her fear and insecurity made her think she'd mess this up this time. Carson didn't seem to think that'd be possible though, easing her mind as she looked back. "I'm proud of you, you know." She was. He changed for the better, and Haley knew she had some doing in that. She liked believing she made him a better person, and he did the same for her, though she worried he missed the chance in really seeing how she changed. Seeing him smile, she moved her finger over his bottom lip as she brushed her nose with his. Hearing him say the word made the world seem right again. She had him back, and he had her back. "You leave me, and I'll find you, Carson Wakefield. I'll find you, and I promise I"ll make your life a living hell," Haley laughed as she began unbuttoning his shirt.

Under The Mistletoe

When Hale said she never stopped caring either, Carson raised his brow as if the thought had never crossed his mind, as if this was the first time he actually felt like she might’ve cared. After all, she hadn’t been the nicest to him ever since he returned, and he in no ways blamed her since if any guy would have walked out on her and her feel as terrible as he imagined she felt, he’d ring their neck. Still, a part of him hopes she still cared, though it was the one thing he hadn’t been optimistic about when he knew he didn’t quite deserve her. He could be adventurous and fun, qualities Haley no doubt enjoyed about him, but he could also be dangerous and completely uncaring when. Going to rehab helped him. He just never talked about it because he wanted Haley to know only his good sides, and not his bad. Right now it became apparent that she loved him despite those faults and it caused a small smile to rise across his face. "I love you too" He stated simple, as if he had been waiting to tell her for the last few months. It was like a weight had been lifted from over his heart and he could breathe a little easier since at least she knew he cared about her. "I’m never gonna leave you again, I promise."

[haley-markert]

carson-wakefield:

It was suddenly hard to think of anything, including a smartass comeback to her reply, especially when he was so good at those, but when she looked at him with those eyes it was so easy to fall into a trance. Letting his hand move under her shirt, he couldn’t help the small smile that soon spread across his features, “You’re wearing my favorite outfit –– nothing” He added with the raise of his brows and a light chuckle. It wasn’t until she admitted that she cared about him that he went silent for a moment. He had always hoped she cared about him, but it was hard to tell until now that he actually heard the words. “I care about you too. I never stopped caring” he added before brushing his free hand softly against her cheek.

Haley was waiting for it, but it never came. Carson was a smartass. He was probably the best she knew, but he remained quiet. She missed that look of his, the way his eyes would move from one end to the other, that look of getting lost. He did that to her too. She'd drown in those steely blue eyes. It reminded her of this beach her mom had taken her when she was younger. The water was the clearest she had ever seen. Haley remembered how she just watched from the window of their hotel room and how she already desperate for the chance to swim in those waters. His eyes reminded her of that, the adventure, beauty, carefree, danger, and happiness she felt. It was a memory she would never forget and hoped one day she'd return. Carson resembled that, a time she had been genuinely happy. Snapping out of the world in her mind from his smile, Haley grinned at his comment. "I knew you'd love it." She looked away for a second before returning to his eyes. Never stopped caring, he had never stopped caring. She could feel her heart stop for a second as mind quickly vacated of any thought. And then suddenly, those words hit her again, registering this time. Haley tared at him with a blank expression, just thinking about what he had said. "I know," she nodded. "I never stopped caring about you too." The right side of her lips slipped up into a grin as the other remained down, still. Haley looked at him as she took in the touch of his hand, brushing her cheek. It was soft and warm, giving her a sense of ease, peace. Haley looked down at his lips, missing the way hers met with his. Just the desire of feeling his press against hers and hers taking it in, embracing his back. She missed that, that sensation. She missed them, what they were. Haley got a little closer as she remained stuck in the trance of his eyes. "I love you," she told him, her eyes still glued to his.

Under The Mistletoe

[haley-markert]

carson-wakefield:

"No, I’m not saying that at all" he said with a grin, since they both knew that at times that word could describe her perfectly. "You, nice?" he scoffed before shaking his head, "I’m not buying it, sweetheart." He stepped back into her room, keeping his eyes on her since it was hard to look anywhere else at the moment with the way her eyes were on him, "Do you even care if you’d get in trouble?" He questioned back.

Haley clicked her tongue, laughing. "Yeah, yeah. I can see right through you, you know?" When he scoffed, she scrunched her face, feigning being mad. "Shut up," she smacked him. "I can be." Haley could see that Carson couldn't focus on anything else besides her. She zoned in on his eyes and locked hers with his. Taking his left hand with her right, she slowly led his hand up her sweater, allowing his hand to feel her soft skin, slowly gliding up to her breast. "Guess what I'm not wearing?" She let him feel it for a bit before letting go and bringing back up to his shoulder. "I only care about you," she answered him.

Under The Mistletoe

[haley-markert]

carson-wakefield:

"Yeah well maybe I deserved it a little, besides, you’re harsh with everyone so I didn’t take too much offense" He said with the simple shrug of his shoulders. "I’m not wearing the stripper Santa costume. Not a chance. Even if you give me those eyes. Not happening" He said with a grin as he let his hands snake around her waist, pulling her closer. "Did you purposefully put mistletoe everywhere because you’re dying to kiss me?"

Haley shook her head at him, annoyed. This was an apology, kinda. Carson didn't seem in the mood though, and Haley just continued, scrapping the idea. "You saying I'm a bitch?" She asked him, raising a brow, her eyes piercing him as she waited for an answer. "Pleaseee?" Haley begged, biting her lip as she moved a finger down the side of his face. "I'll be nice. I promise," she pursued her lips, hoping somehow she'd convince him. "Fine, but you'll wear some stripper costume sometime." The blonde put her hands on his chest and pushed him all the way into her room. "Kinda," she answered him, pointing at the top of the bedpost. Haley moved in closer, her lips inches from his. "I won't get in trouble for kissing you, right?"

Under The Mistletoe

[haley-markert]

carson-wakefield:

"And you did all this for me? Consider me feeling pretty special then." He said with a small smile. "It’s freezing out here, you should get inside, since as much as I enjoy seeing you with as little clothes as possible, I can’t have you getting sick on me." With that he let his arm wrap loosely around her small waist. "A stripping Santa, doesn’t get more festive than that I guess." He added with a laugh as he shook his head and followed her inside, setting his bags aside before returning his attention back to Haley.

"Yeah, kinda," she laughed, looking down. "I was really harsh with you, and you really didn't deserve that," she frowned. Haley felt bad. She thought she'd get even with him for leaving her by being pretty much a total bitch, using him when she wanted, and never really giving in to her feelings. Haley thought it was what he deserved, but it wasn't farther from the truth. He deserved better, much better. "Ugh, fine. If I get sick, I'm blaming you," she smirked, joking. "I mean, I could find some 'Stripper Santa' costume for you," Haley teased as she pulled him in by tugging his shoulder closer.

Under The Mistletoe

[haley-markert]

carson-wakefield:

Carson wasn’t quite sure what the hell he was doing at the moment. All it took was Haley telling him to pack a suitcase for him to be on his way over to see her. It was safe to say that despite having a girlfriend, he was still wrapped around Haley’s finger like he always was. Within a few minutes he managed to pack his stuff and head over to Haley’s home. Upon arriving, he couldn’t help but notice all the decorations. The bright lights, the Santa, everything. It was quite the sight, but it couldn’t really compare to the sight of Haley standing there waiting for him with a smile. That was one view he could never get tired of. Walking up to her, he raised his brow, “I feel like you’re waiting for Santa Claus and not me” he said with a smirk, “Merry Christmas, Haley.”

Haley was impressed with herself. She had done all this decorating around the house for him, and miraculously, the house looked good. She even thought about getting some sexy Elf costume, but she felt that'd be a bit too much. A little too festive for her liking. "Impressed?" She asked, raising her in emphasizing all she had done. "Took a while, but I think I pulled it off." Haley went down the steps and stood on his shoes, taking his hands to make sure she wouldn't fall. "Sorry, the pavement is freezing." Now, she was regretting stepping out so bare. She raised her brow back at him as she wrapped up his shoulders and around his neck. "Really? Well, I mean, I could send you back and call for a really hot stripper dressed in some Santa costume." She laughed. "I'm gonna go back inside. I think you know where to place your suitcase, right?" Haley smiled at him before she got off his shoes and headed back inside.

Under The Mistletoe

[haley-markert]

Under The Mistletoe

Haley had woken up extremely early for this day. She had a plan, something she had planned for a while now. She had been waiting for this day, but she had no idea when to go through with it. Carson meant everything to her. She had fought back and forth with the idea of getting in that rollercoaster, and she had finally made her decision. Haley loved him, and she wanted him to know. When he had told her had arrived, Haley didn't hesitate and quickly went outside her house and stood in porch, not bothering to change. She was in a Star Wars Christmas sweater, one that her mom had gotten her this Christmas,  and her underwear. Being basically bare except for the sweater, you'd expect for Haley to be shivering and trembling. She was, but she wasn't about to go inside and change. She knew better that Carson didn't care about how she dressed. Haley could wear some plastic bag, and he'd still call the most beautiful woman. He made her feel special, even though she pretty much already knew she was. That wasn't the point though. Finally, she had found someone who felt the same way, not just her mother. No, it was a different love too, and she knew it. All Christmas break, she had been thinking of him, missing him.

Haley wanted to surprise him, but even then, that would be impossible since she'd have to break it to him in some way. She wanted to show him though. Not just through her own action through kissing or something, no. She wanted to show him how much he meant to her, so that morning, she headed to some Lowe's and stocked up on mistletoe and Christmas decorations. Haley had put up as much as she could around inside and outside the house. He told her there was tradition of having to kiss someone under the mistletoe. Now, she had a reason to kiss him just about everywhere inside the house. Haley had also stocked up on food and a new film collection, filled with the newest releases. She wanted him back in her life, not in the sense of talking again and having an awkward relationship. No, she wanted back in her life in the sense that they were together again, officially. She stood there, grabbing onto the railing with the sleeve of her sweater, as she looked at him. Haley was smiling, her hair pulled back with nothing done to it. The house behind her, completely illuminated with Christmas lights and setups. "Merry Christmas." 

[haley-markert]

carson-wakefield:

"A week? You went from ignoring me for a month to wanting me to stay. What changed your mind?"

"Have I? I was spending Christmas with my family for a while. My bad for being away. And nothing. I decided for myself."

[haley-markert]

carson-wakefield:

" A suitcase for what?"

"Stay with me? For the week, if you want to."

[haley-markert]

carson-wakefield:

"It sure doesn’t seem that way."

"I'll show you. I'll be waiting and bring a suitcase or something. I miss you."

[haley-markert]

carson-wakefield:

"Wait, what?"

"I said you're wrong. Again. Pay attention, dumbass."

[haley-markert]

carson-wakefield:

"… You"

"Yeah, you're definitely wrong. Again."

[haley-markert]

carson-wakefield:

"I guess Santa wanted to cop a feel, not good. Surprising me is sort of what they do so maybe you’re right. You know, I’ve been good all year and I still didn’t get what I wanted."

"Yup. You should have seen everyone else looking when he did. I was embarrassed really. I am right, you idiot. I know I am, and really? I think you're wrong, again. What didn't you get though?"

[haley-markert]

carson-wakefield:

"Nothin’ it’s fine. Let me guess –– you were dying to see Santa Claus. Yeah well, sometimes the people you love don’t seem like they want to spend it with you."

"Liar, and gross. A year ago, I remember a Santa Claus trying to have a piece. I'm definitely staying away from any and every for a while. Really? I don't know. I think you should stop assuming and give that person a shot. They might surprise you."

[haley-markert]

carson-wakefield:

"It wasn’t bad. What didn’t you get, you know aside from world domination, diamonds, rubies, etc. The point of Christmas is to give."

"Ooh, that doesn't sound too good. What'cha miss? Oh, shut up. I didn't want any of that. It wasn't' a thing. It was someone. I didn't get to see someone. You know, the point isn't only to give, but the point is to spend Christmas with the people you love too."

[haley-markert]

carson-wakefield:

"Merry Christmas, Haley. Hope you got everything you wanted."

"Merry Christmas to you too. Hope you had a good one, and nope, not everything really. That isn't the point of Christmas though."

[haley-markert]

carson-wakefield:

"It’s a plant or something, but that’s not really important. What is important is that you gotta kiss someone under it, and look at that, I happen to be here and you happen to be here…"

"Yeah, yeah, I know about Christmas. I'm not stupid, asshole. Did you plan this hoping I'd fall under your charm and the spell of some Christmas tradition? I mean, you know I despise being traditional and all. I guess once wouldn't hurt though, right?"