{ eula -- she's such a love child

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{ arturo giggled like a girl as he spun around with eulaline, dancing in a tree house. dude, he had the best life ever. "rockstars! can i wear our wedding dress on stage? i'll let you wear your groomsman's tuxedo! you'll look so sexy on stage, arty." eula sputtered before tapping his nose and kissing arturo on his lips. "i fucking love you. like honest to god, man, honest to god. i waaay love you." arturo's eyes were closed when he said this, his arms still wrapped around her. when he opened them he stared up at the ceiling feeling dizzy. not because he just told her that he loved her, which may or may not be true whatever, but just because he was so fucking drunk and needed a bean bag like even more than he needed to makeout with eulaline poe right then. it was so cute how she called him arty. no one called him arty. she must love him back. they were meant to be.

arturo sat down, holding onto eula's hands as if he would fall down if he didn't. "but isn't it like illegal to wear a tuxedo if you aren't getting married." that made no sense. arturo scratched the side of his head, feeling dizzy. "that makes no sense." he laughed, whaaaat was even going on. she was fucking pretty. "but like you need a reason to buy a wedding dress. me too, to buy a wedding dress. what? no. but i need an excuse!" arturo leaned in kissing her cheek and holding onto her shoulders. "be my excuse, princess? seriously! i'll marry you. i know this guy. he dj's part time at rastafe. he's way legit. i sold him shrroms last semester. he'll marry us! let's get married! for the band! we have to stay together for the band!" arturo was just going off at this point but he had never been more excited in his life. he had to call his mom!

arturo looked around the tree house frantically, finding his holga film camera and eulaline's cheetah print bag. he quickly located a shoe he hadn't noticed had gone missing and stuffed a half empty beer bottle into the front pocket of his jeans, an unreliable method of protection. "let's go, let's go! before he gets too drunk!" arturo laughed at this last part. too drunk, pffft. people on ehu held their liquor hard, man. just look at arturo himself.

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eulaline giggled as arturo wiped ketchup off of her cheek, finding it hard to stay in place. it was as if arturo was her boyfriend, or something. she giggled even harder at that thought. "christ, i don't… even effing know ….how…. how… that got there," she managed to let the words slur out of her mouth. god, she was wasted. how much did they have to drink? if eulaline had had just one or two less drinks, she probably would have realized it was taking arturo forever to wipe away a little bit of ketchup. she sloppily grabbed a handful of fries, not noticing the few that slipped out of her hands as she brought them to her mouth. because of ballet, eulaline had been on a strict diet, but it was hard to be so dedicated when she was this drunk with the most delicious smelling greasy food sitting in front of her on a table in the center of this classy treehouse. eulaline hoped william would show some sign of jealousy if he heard eulaline had gotten wasted with one of his friends, alone in a treehouse. for some reason, since they had seen each other william hadn't made any moves on her, and she was getting impatient. "i… want a real man!" she blurted out loud without realizing it.

but eulaline soon forgot, and suddenly found herself sprawled onto the floor, with her arms above her head and legs spread wide like she was about to make a snow angel. the wooden floor was surprisingly comfortable. "i had never been here before, arty," she tried making conversation. eulaline didn't really know arturo very well. she was surprised he had even called her asking to hang out, considering that they barely knew each other. they rolled around in the same crowd, but had never before hung out one on one. there was a first for everything. eulaline had just been so preoccupied with dancing lately that unless she was around a girl, it was all she could talk about. when she was around her cheetahs, eulaline preferred to gossip. even that had been boring lately! scarlett scandal seemed to be on vacation, or something.

eulaline was about to plop a french fry in her mouth when all of the sudden it was no longer in her hands! instead, arturo stood above her, making a kissy face. he said, tough shit and ate the fry. eulaline laughed so hard, curling up a little as she brought her hands to her stomach. she didn't know what was so funny other than she had no idea what the hell was going on. "god, arty, i haven't been here in like, forever. i mean, fuck what did i say? i meant to say.. i haven't been this forever in drunk." that was better. aight lil mama, eulaline suddenly heard arturo say. dance for me! followed. eulaline sat up with raised eyebrows. to her, it felt like she was sitting up straight at the speed of lightning. but in reality, she had to slowly pull herself up. "uh, excuse me, arty?" she asked, so confused. god, she didn't even think she would be able to stand. this ballerina who rarely drank had turned into quite the lightweight!

[arturo zaniel nevés]

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{ arturo's eyebrows rose as eula screaemd "i want a real man!" damn, she was basically asking him to rip her clothes off then and there. it was getting increasingly difficult to keep from pouncing on her entirely. especially when she fell back and sprawled on her back. "i've never been here before, arty" she moaned. arturo leaned forward and crawled on his hands and knees over to eulaline, basically straddling her tiny frame once he got over there. god, she was so wasted. it was so hot.

arturo wasn't one of these guys who needed a classy lady. he didn't need someone to take home to mom. he just needed a little muff and someone to help him make pancakes in the morning. most of all he needed a challenge, which eulaline was totally putting up right now. "uh, excuse me arty?!" shit, arturo never got called out. kay, that was a lie. BUT! he never got called out by someone so angleic and meaningful as eulaline. this fucking sucked. "shoot, babe, i'm just playin. you're a dancer, i wanted you to spread the love! teach me some dance moves! i could be your passe dux partner or somethan, you know?" arturo winked at eulaline.

"woah is that cheetah nail polish?!" arturo gasped, leaning close to eulaline and grabbing her hand. her tiny fingers were so perfect. placed against his roughed up, nearly man ones it was so true that they were meant to be. arturo could entirely imagine getting down on one knee and proposing to her, slipping a mood ring over her cheetah print ring finger. it was so perfect! arturo kept a hold of her hand and looked up at her. their faces were literally like, one second apart. "they look good on you." arturo whispered. he was suhc a teenage girl because all he could think in his mind was kiss me, kiss me, kiss me. kiss her, dummy!

so what the hell. arturo leaned forward and gave her a fierce, yet tender kiss, right on her bottom lip. he really meant it too, and brought one hand up to her chin as he wrapped the other around her back. upon pulling away he broke into a laugh. he was so fucking drunk. but that was awesome. dude, he had just kissed eulaline poe. one point for arturo, aka the man. he just wanted to keep kissing her and drowning her in more alcohol, that way she could never resist him. ;;

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eulaline couldn't stop laughing at arturo's pronunciation of pas de demux. pas de deux? well, at least he got the gist of it. she curled up again on the floor, her arms at her stomach. god, she couldn't stop laughing. giggling. hwtaver, she was so drunk. after a few seconds she forgot what she was rolling on the floor laughing about, but she couldn't stop, anyway. god, she was so close to peeing her black tights right then. in the middle of her laughing fit, eulaline's hand was grabbed by a blurry arturo. he said something about cheetah nail polish. eulaline sat up, again. "shanksssss, arty!" she slurred with the biggest, dopiest grin in the world sitting right there on her face. "i can do the same on your nails if you wantsssss! i'm reallllll good at nailpolish art. just ask 'mildy, she'll tell you! she'll tell you i can do my nails like a vietnamese woman!" eulaline had made countless amounts of racist jokes when she was drunk. luckily, bouscher academy was 99% caucasian, otherwise someone would have probably popped a cap up eulaline's ass by then.

as eulaline stared into the ceiling, thinking of her next racist joke, suddenly something on her face. kissing her face. god, it must have been william! though he was totally sloppy, eulaline kissed him back. finally, her prince charming had arrived! she giggled when they were done, kissing william arturo on the nose when they finished. oh, shit. eulaline's eyes widened, and then she squinted, trying to make out the face in front of her. fuck, she thought, for the face was definitely not william dupont but arturo nevés. god, was she really that drunk? "arturo?" she tilted her head, trying to make sure she wasn't mistaken. what the fuck had she just done?! was william going to kill her? ah, who the fuck cared? the punk ass hadn't made a move on eulaline, anyway. "arturo?" she repeated herself, trying to figure out how to handle the situation.

shrugging, eulaline kissed arturo again on the nose. at least he was man enough to make a move. "sorry, arty, but i don't fuck sluts," she giggled. "so, you ain't getting none of this tonighttttttt," eulaline turned over on her stomach, patting her ass. she buried her head into the floor, laughing. "god, let's drink some more, eh?" she asked, pushing herself up and heading over to the liquor bottle on the table. eulaline poured herself a shot, and downed it immediately. "ahhh!" she giggled after downing the shot. "i'll dance with a slut like you though arty, all night long!" she paused, hoping he wouldn't get the wrong impression. he was a man and all compared to her pussy french gypsy, but eulaline needed a prince charming, not his horndog. eulaline poured another shot, downing her second one in less than two minutes. god, and this party was just getting started!

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{ arturo was glad when eulaline returned his kisses, but only for a split second before she let him know that 'she didn't fuck sluts.' "what the fuck, bitch? i'm not a slut. i'm a man! you want a man!" arturo began cracking up at these last remarks. he felt like the king of the jungle. he wanted to beat his chest and swing from tree to tree, acting as the tarzan to eula's jane. she had no fucking idea what she was in store for tonight. oh my god, they were in a treehouse! this was perfect.

"i'll drink to that!" arturo yelled in response to his own thoughts, taking eulaline up on her offer. arturo shook his head after following her example and drowning a shot. "it burns, baby! put the fire out!" arturo yelled, sticking his tongue out at her. wow, he was extremely attractive. instead of mounting him and instigating a makeout sesh, though, eulaline offered to dance with a 'slut' like arturo all night. "damn, girl that's what i'm talking about!" arturo said, throwing up a hook 'em hawaii hand sign. dude, why did he do that? "i'm such a loser, man, but whatever..." arturo slurred, once again in response to his own thoughts.

arturo hopped up, reaching both his excited little hands out to eulaline. he pulled her up and wrapped his hands around her waist, spinning her around. "dip!" he screamed, dipping her low, and wobbling, nearly drunkenly dropping her on the ground below him. actually... that would have been kind of hot. man, arturo was sick. "you're so good, you're so talented. like you could be a famous ballerina. and when my rush cover band gets famous you can go on tour with us and we'll be like fuckin like, rockstar dancers and it's gonna be awesome. it's gonna be awesome!" arturo babbled on as he clung to eula, wobbling around the treehouse. apparently, this was slow dancing. you know, to be romantic.

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eulaline giggled when arturo told her he was a man. sure, she wanted a real man, but when she said that she hadn't exactly pictured arturo. little first year arturo. eager little arturo. arturo who flirted with anything that had a face and tits…arturo. eulaline pictured a classy man who opened doors for her and looked at her all night long and wouldn't sleep with the entire female population of ehu if given the chance. for tonight, though, he was better than nothing, even if he was a god damned slut. and, the oh so kind eulaline decided she wouldn't call him that anymore. it seemed he was sensitive! aw. that was adorable. sensitive little arty. hmmm, she thought. maybe arturo wasn't too shabby, after all…

"it burns, baby! put the fire out!" arturo yelled, and eulaline giggled harder than she ever had before, her eyes squinting like an asian. every time he opened his mouth and said something, arturo got a wee bit sexier in the eyes of eulaline poe. maybe he was more of a man than she had previously thought. it didn't occur to eulaline that it could be her alcohol goggles. and, she thought it was so adorable he called himself a loser! she wanted to tell him that he was anything but a loser, and then give him a million kisses on his cheeks. and then, she would say, losers don't get a million kisses on the cheeks from eulaline poe! so you aren't a loser. she giggled. instead she kissed him once on the cheek. maybe he would drunkenly telepathically get her message. she was so stupid drunk.

eulaline could have died the moment arturo sloppily dipped her. it would have been perfect topped with a kiss, but they were both far, far too drunk for that. as eulaline let arturo drunkenly lead them around the warehouse, barely dodging the table in the center, her eyes couldn't help but shine as she listened to him plan out her future. she had a much more detailed picture of this in her head, only… "rockstars! can i wear our wedding dress on stage? i'll let you wear your groomsman's tuxedo! you'll look so sexy on stage, arty." when she said this, eulaline brought her finger to arturo's nose, tapping it softly. she tried to follow that gesture with a kiss on his nose, but her lips ended up on his. oopsie!

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{ arturo giggled like a girl as he spun around with eulaline, dancing in a tree house. dude, he had the best life ever. "rockstars! can i wear our wedding dress on stage? i'll let you wear your groomsman's tuxedo! you'll look so sexy on stage, arty." eula sputtered before tapping his nose and kissing arturo on his lips. "i fucking love you. like honest to god, man, honest to god. i waaay love you." arturo's eyes were closed when he said this, his arms still wrapped around her. when he opened them he stared up at the ceiling feeling dizzy. not because he just told her that he loved her, which may or may not be true whatever, but just because he was so fucking drunk and needed a bean bag like even more than he needed to makeout with eulaline poe right then. it was so cute how she called him arty. no one called him arty. she must love him back. they were meant to be.

arturo sat down, holding onto eula's hands as if he would fall down if he didn't. "but isn't it like illegal to wear a tuxedo if you aren't getting married." that made no sense. arturo scratched the side of his head, feeling dizzy. "that makes no sense." he laughed, whaaaat was even going on. she was fucking pretty. "but like you need a reason to buy a wedding dress. me too, to buy a wedding dress. what? no. but i need an excuse!" arturo leaned in kissing her cheek and holding onto her shoulders. "be my excuse, princess? seriously! i'll marry you. i know this guy. he dj's part time at rastafe. he's way legit. i sold him shrroms last semester. he'll marry us! let's get married! for the band! we have to stay together for the band!" arturo was just going off at this point but he had never been more excited in his life. he had to call his mom!

arturo looked around the tree house frantically, finding his holga film camera and eulaline's cheetah print bag. he quickly located a shoe he hadn't noticed had gone missing and stuffed a half empty beer bottle into the front pocket of his jeans, an unreliable method of protection. "let's go, let's go! before he gets too drunk!" arturo laughed at this last part. too drunk, pffft. people on ehu held their liquor hard, man. just look at arturo himself.

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