you're my candy pop | ilijas

[align=center][div style="width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 13px;"]She simply shook her head as he spoke, an uncontrollable grin smearing across her pale features when he took her hand. For once, she decided to let the music argument go. As much as she loved to go back and forth about whose music was better, Beverly was still too tired to continue. Besides, there was always plenty of opportunities to go after Ilijas' unusual taste in music. And, like him, she'd never admit that she enjoyed listening to his stupid folk music. It was something familiar; she'd turn on the playlist sometimes when he was away and she missed him.

Ten more minutes? She sighed, shifting once more in her seat. "Well, if I've lasted this long... What's another ten?" Leaning her head back against the headrest, she turned and stared at Ilijas, her grin not wavering once. For so long, Beverly had hated being in front of a camera. In their bedroom sat a little photo album of childhood photos, and in every one, she looked incredibly uncomfortable. It wasn't until Ilijas came around and made her his muse that she felt comfortable on camera.

"Do you guys ever go anymore? You and Talanah?" She knew that his relationship was Talanah had always been odd, even moreso now that they were living together and Tally hated her guts. Why, she wasn't quite sure, but she had mostly learned to live with it. "You know I'm always hungry."