Primetime of Our Lives [[P R I V A T E]]

[Bebe Sin]

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When I see you, my heart pounds
I get to feeling so giddy
It's like my feet won't touch ground
When we touch it makes color turn to s o u n d;xx
I suppose I see now how
L O V E makes the world go 'round


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Love is a strange and wonderful thing, once you find it.
To get there one must limb mountains and learn to fly.
When one finds it there must be a sacrifice of half ones self.
A task, yes, but once completed eternal happiness is rewarded.


A few lives get turned upside down in Houston, Texas. They probably will loose themselves, find it again then throw themselves to the wind with caution when met with the potential love of their life. From all walks of life these people get shown just how cruel and marvelous fate can be.




[[This is loosely based on a role play by Tir Andel; You Are my Destiny. We loved our characters but not the basic storyline so we took off. These characters are ours not his so don't get the wrong idea. Join his role play because it's a good idea in general just not for us.

Interested in role playing with either or us, one on one or otherwise? Send a PM! Just know Hells_Fire_2010 doesn't do anime and I, Bebe Sin find no subject taboo except Twilight. I do prefer an original role play to Mary Sues however.]]

[Bebe Sin]

Main Characters


X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X XThe Jock(strap)- Andrew Cambridge ( ♂ ) He's a d**k, a sweet family man and a total adrenaline junkie. A strange mix of bad attitude and loyalties. If it has a ball in it he plays it. You're average school bully with the horde of bully friends with a touch of a soft side for the ladies only. He puts the zone "In the zone."
He's oh so hung up on Nicolette and wants her back. If only he could to prove to her that there's more to him than a football jersey.

X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X XThe Seductress- Lucille Hopkins ( ♀ )Lust is a sin and Lucy is undoubtedly going to hell. Like most good girls, Lucy went bad, very bad. Addicted to sex and awaiting for an early grave, she lives life fast and drinks hard. Near every boy and girl she knows is tangled in her little web of lies. While she has no preferences and has a long line of boys feigning for her because of her heavenly looks, she has her naughty eye set on Darin. He's the only one that can keep up with her bed Olympics and not expect to tie her down. Now if only he wasn't best friends with her ex, Omris.

X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X XThe Player- Darin Jovani Bastiaan( ♂ )Money and dancing has a middle name and it’s Darin Jovani Bastiaan. He can pop, lock, reject, break it down and show you how he did it too. Darin has the best moves in and out of bed. No wonder he’s pimping all over the tri state area. DJ has all the girls fainting at sight of him the guys wanting to be like him. He can have any girl he wants but he seems to have been hitting it off well with Lucille lately. Sure he knows about her habits but the girl can move her hips better than he can and she doesn’t want to tie him down. What’s there not to like? Life is all good for this club co-owner as long as he can keep his mom out of his business, his step dad from beating his a** and makes sure his best friend, Omris, doesn’t find out he’s screwing his ex-girlfriend.


X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X XThe Gold Digger- Krystal Knight ( ♀ )Dior is best worn on someone else tab! Krystal is the new girl in town. Hailing from Miami, Florida this Cubana loves her men tall, dark and rich like good chocolate. She won't settle for anyone whose wallet doesn't have a mouth or at least drives a nice car. Krystal is able to give any boy a run for their money having a silver tongue and the genius knowledge how to wrap a boy around her itty-bitty finger. She's as close to being a seductress as you can get well besides Lucille of course.

X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X XThe Aspiring Novelist- Omris Sadri( ♂ )Edgar Allen Poe would be jealous of the way this young poet is able to describe the most mundane of things. A borderline insomniac, Om, fills his sleepless nights with jotting down any and everything. Lately he’s been even more restless and finding that he doesn’t enjoy things as much as he used to. He’s the type to get hung up on things for a very long time and currently he’s hung up on Lucille. She was just like Drake said the best he ever had. Well up until she traded the good girl persona for that of a call-dodging heartless b***h. Seems like he’s in near the same position as his dad because Lucy traded a three year relationship for the fast life. He bides his time with mediocre grades, being Darin’s wing-man and having late night chats with Darin’s cousin and his neighbor, Nicolette.

X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X XThe Not so Average Pretty Girl- Nicolette Ann Collings(♀)Optimistic is spelled Nikky. The nicest girl you’ll ever meet she has no problem making friends except with other girls. The majority seem to hate her. Maybe it’s because she has a beauty not only on the outside but on the inside. Maybe they’re all just jealous. Try convincing Nicolette it’s not her fault. Humbled by the death of her mother and now sick father, she never forgets where she came from and who her real friends are. A very quirky girl deathly afraid of squirrels she has an even zanier sister, Bridgette. Together the two fight through the perils of life not so hand in hand because Bridgette is convinced her crush, Omris is in love with Nicolette. Beneath her white smile Nikky holds a fading flame for her now ex, Andrew.
Red white blue are her colors just not in the form of stripes. Originally from England, Nikky is your not so average pretty girl.


X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X XThe Musician- Samson Roland Neward ( ♂ ) Want to know what an alien looks like? Take a gander at Sammy. Curious what language they speak? Have a chat with Sammy! His sentences are more backwards than his life. Being a recovering drug addict and ex-gang banger, Sam taught himself that life isn’t all about money and guns. Now if only life could teach itself the same. His father died of diabetes, his younger sister has it too. He may even have it but he doesn’t care because the beat booming in his ears is way too sick to pay attention to anything else. Head phone and music obsessed, consisting of more character than Disney, Sam will have any crowd rolling if they could understand anything he was saying. He has a lot of potential but is much too lazy in school. Math is his best subject but he’d rather make a new song.

X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X XThe Pessimist- Marcus Scarscella ( ♂ )He has an eight year old son and a crazy prodding mother to fight off, what does he care if someone’s feelings get hurt? Marcus is all too straight forward when it comes to any and all situations whether it be telling off his co-worker Tristan or the dumbass cashier chick that she’s moving too damn slow and that he only has so much time before he has to get back to work. A regular modern genius, don’t get into a debate with him if it involves an equal sign because you will lose. Matter of fact don’t get into a fight with him at all because he’d show you the inside of your own head. Pen mightier than the sword my a**. A nice balance of brain, brawn and fatherly skill this twenty seven year can juggle too. He juggles his home life with Matthew, a hectic schedule of wracking his students brains with math riddles and arguing with Tristan. It’s a wonder he’s not married yet a high school teacher when he could be working at M.I.T. Oh wait. He’s a complete jerk and has no idea how to be nice. As for the teaching. He’ rich and loves helping kids even though he will never admit it.


X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X XThe Torn- Nadine Ophelia Tristan( ♀ )Hawaiian born and California grown, Tristan grew up the youngest of four girls along with her twin brother Jonathan. Her Catholic mother turned her into an atheist and her prissy princess big sister Annette turned her into a grunge monkey. In high school she played football with the boys and dominated all the field sports her school offered. Need less to say, she’s’ a tomboy but not afraid to show off her legs when she kicks a**. This beer drinking, track star, pessimist hadn’t always been that way. Her dim outlook came from her evading her psycho ex to the point of skipping several states to evade his daily beat downs. In Houston she uses her newly acquired teaching license along with her Masters degree in nutrition to teach high school gym the most low key job she could think of. She fills her days with cursing, hanging out with her Kiwi potty mouth friend and watching her back. Besides that she tries not to kill something, mainly Scarscella, not be lonely and somewhat pray for the day she can talk to her family again.

X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X XThe Reserved- Jasmynn Corsetta Fulke ( ♀ )is known for her kind and peaceful personality; she takes care of herself, and relies on nobody for anything in her life. She has a troubled history with boyfriends in the past, and has several barriers that have yet to be broken. Being an aspiring journalist as well as a professional dancer, Jasmynn carries determined charisma and creative characteristics. She loves dancing to anything with a beat and can do wonders with her body. Although talented, she goes unnoticed, working at a club as a bar tender so she can be close to the people who inspired her to dance in the first place! She comes from a very poor family but lives independently and steadily in her own apartment. She's a good person, but she can be heartless at times. She will do almost anything to get what she wants, even if others get in the way.


Minor Characters

X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X XThe Gossip Queen- Charlene Sadri( ♀ ) Her mouth is always moving whether it’s about a fellow classmate or belting out song lyrics. This fifteen year old has a bad attitude and even worse disposition, having to move from Atlanta to Houston because of her fighting. While she does hate a lot she does take her loyalties seriously. She decides who she dislikes off the bat most of them being other girls but never talks trash about a true blue friend if said friend can make it through her stone heart. Charlene is probably the most honest person around. She admits when she’s jealous and has no problem telling a complete stranger when their breath smells like straight up a**. She hangs out with a crew as rough as her and has her complete opposite Anthony, as a best friend.

X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X XThe Quiet- Wasalu Sadri ( ♂ ) Being the older brother to a pain in the a**, an insomniac, and a copy cat takes it’s tolls. Wasa ,as his family calls him, seems to have lost his way ever since moving to Houston. He locks himself in his room downstairs, blasts music and does god-know-what in there. The twenty four year old only emerges to eat and leave the house. He rarely speaks a word and watches his surrounding carefully. Despite his gloomy disposition, he takes care of his family even though his little brother doesn’t seem to think so.

X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X XThe Hurt- Rashid Sadri ( ♂ ) Serving in the Marines for years, Rashid wants nothing more than to return home. Constant in and out of states he decided to let his family settle in Atlanta making it extremely hard to see them. He came to Houstan one day only to find that his wife wanted a divorce. A poet at heart, he writes down near everything and passed on the habit to his first, Wasalu, who passed it on to his second, Omris. He only wants to have a complete family but Shirley doesn’t seem to want that after eighteen years of marriage. Still he loves her and would do anything for her. It will all have to wait until he finishes his tour of duty in the Middle East.

X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X XThe Love Sick Psycho- Jason Stymest ( ♂ ) He wants her and he wants her bad. He showed her love, apologized when he messed up but still she left him. He even quit drinking for her and what did he get? Empty dresser drawers and a missing daughter that’s what. It’s her fault he fell back to alcohol and when he finds her he’s going to show her all the bruises he gave her meant nothing in the face of what life they could have together. He’ll show her their love is strong and that nothing can keep them apart. Nothing. Not even death.

X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X XThe Pacifist- Anthony Bastiaan ( ♂ ) Not you’re average guy next door, his two best friends Benjamin and Charlene would make you eat pavement for saying the wrong thing to him. Besides having war mongers for friends, Anthony is a plain and simple lovable dork. He loves dancing, hanging out and can’t talk to the ladies worth a good Goddamn. He’s loyal to his family and friends, doesn’t do drugs and is respectful to his crazy ex-army ranger mom even his abusive step-dad.
With more money than your average fifteen year old it makes you wonder why he dresses like a highlighter. He has convinced himself that he’s in love with Charlene, now if only his Queen would stop fronting on him so they could be together.

X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X XThe Drama Queen- Bridgette Collings( ♀ ) Lights. Camera. Bridgette. Over the top and looking for her big break, this thirteen year old lives life in a very big way. Just like her older sister, Bridgette is always smiling, unless of course practicing to be the widow that will get her name in the lime light. Kicked out of Drama club for being too dramatic and condemned with the title Drama Queen, Bridgette is simply waiting for the spot light to shine on her.

[Bebe Sin]

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Thursday at Mansion there were many close calls.
Our dear Omris had a brush with death in the form of an ice cube only to be saved by his guardian angel, Nicolette. They shared a rather close dance showing that Nikky's wings may not be real.
Darin discovered, Lucille is the jealous type and is also in need of a pair of glasses. Lucille discovered she's a b***h.
Darin also found somebody's mother had hips like a snake.
Our lovely Jasmynn, mistook College night for a costume party but was saved by her friends junky car much to the dismay of all the men in the club. She lifted her safe wall an inch to have a good time with Selina but fell asleep on the couch. Where was Lucille to help?

The trouble triplets spent the night killing each other in Halo and that sums the first page in the Prime time of Their Lives.

Week of the 29th; Charlene's Gossip Log

This Monday was battle royal! Both the older and younger halves of of the Sadri and Bastiaan family got into it all in Ms. Tristan's class back to back! (rumor confirmed)

The fight schedule for after school between Anthony A. and Ben J got canceled on the count of Ms. Momma's rumored presence at the Memorial the very same day. (rumor confirmed)

Ms. Tristan's class got harder. (rumor confirmed )

Ms. Scarscella tortured his kids with a ridiculously hard Mid-term.Half of the Senior class failed it. (rumor unconfirmed; highly likely)

As a result of Tristan's and Scarscella's joint efforts to fail half the Senior class, more juniors will be accepted at Prom. (rumor unconfirmed)

Cici got into another fight....Opposite end still missing. (rumor confirmed)

Jasmynn wants Darin d**k... (rumor; investigating)

Omris is gay (rumor unconfirmed; highly likely)

Darin is dead. Went missing after Wed. (rumor; investigating; interview scheduled w/ Anthony B.)


Weekend of the 29th; Charlene's Gossip Log

Ain't s**t happened that I know of, except Omris is a hooked on a new muse.

The older kids are going to Miami for Spring Bling on the beach; the pre-teens are unfortunately stuck here doing nothing but Anthony A. is having a pool party on Wednesday. Tiana is having a house party on Thursday and Brianna's daddy's birthday is on Friday so. PARTY ON!

Spring Break! School resumes on 4/12




Weekend of the 5th;
Nothing happened except Omris and Nikky sharing a room. Darin gon be maaaaaaad!

Charlene aint in jail yet.

Omris is still gay aaaand YB is going to break Selina's heart. Yea, we see it coming sweetheart.

[Bebe Sin]

[Bebe Sin]

[Hells_Fire_2010]

"People are taken aback by a confident,
pretty girl who knows what she wants in...

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'WOW!' Was all Nicolette could say or think as the events from last night careened through her thoughts like a slap in the face the moment she opened her eyes. Her ex- boyfriend Andrew had a bloody girlfriend! But oh no, this girl wasn't just any one of the manu eager gals he could pick out with a snap of his fingers. Her ex-'s new better half was, Lelaine Winters, head cheerleader and bully to her. Come on! Literally out of everyone he could pick, Andrew had to choose her! The freaking puppeteer of the female populace that hated her guts with reason's being only known to them. How did she come to find out about the two dating? Last night shall we?

After meeting up with her cousin Darin and her friends at the fair, Nicolette and her seemingly sweet tooth had a taste for funnel cakes or elephant ears to some. Just her luck that while on her trek to the stand, she ran into Andrew. To her surprise, she expected a conversation of uneasy smiles and silences. Instead, the two ended up having a "normal" one, so much that when he uttered Bunny, his pet name for her when they dated, it override the notion. That is until the blond winch swooped in with all her treacherous glory. Making their meeting more awkward than a mother walking in on her teenage son jacking off to porn, if anything. Now, don't get her wrong. Nicolette never is the type to speak ill of someone or even dwell on their attitudes against her, but when it came to this one specially, she couldn't control the vile thoughts that encased her brain. Lilaine managed to claw her way and leave a mark under Nikki's skin.

So being the most civil one, Nicolette greeted her as of their petty one sided feud never existed. Only to welcome in the most shock of her life and possibly a few gray hairs. In subtle ways that only a women can see, Lilaine draped Andrews arm over her shoulders and looked at her with the a phony smile that would put any actress to shame. Basically telling her to back off and that he was her's. 'Well good for them!' Even after Andrew gave an unnecessary introduction to futher prove the woman's stake, all she could do was nod while praying silently that the smile on her face remained glued in place. Happiness toward the new couple never came. Probably because if it was any other, Nikki would have felt it. After all, it was good that he moved on. Maybe not as further as she would like, but none the less he moved. Andrew had found another companion to share his common interest unlike her. Nicolette still to this day remained single with no appearance of flings and was proud of it. She figured that's what a year and a half relationship can do to someone. She needed a break to breath and relax and by God she was going to get it. Besides, it was her senior year meaning there was no time for relationships in her book. With the multitude of exams and college applications she had to fill out, her free time was slowly disheartening before her eyes. Like Lilaine should and that she did. Shortly after the silence that invaded them, she pulled Andrew away towards a ride for all she knew. As she watched them go, Nicolette was too about to head off back to her friends all forgetting the powdery dessert when he looked back her way. Mustering a small feeling in the pit of her stomach, telling her of one thing. She too needed to find someone. If only it was as easy as it sounded. The boys at her school were...boys to put it simply. Some immature with no goals in life, some wanting the one thing she wouldn't give, while the rest only wanted her for arm candy and bragging rights. Which was one of the reasons she preferred older and more mature men. Again, if it was that easy to find a guy now-a-days who didn't have an ulterior motives.

A shadow passing in front of her to sound off with a snap pulled the young English women from her thoughts as she stared upon the face of her father, Oscar, who had the look of worry etched on his features.
"Nikki love. Something the matter?" he inquired, thick accent equipped with a deep cord of smoothness that could calm the world. Half smiling, Nicolette bobbed to him. "I'm fine. Exam's coming up is all."
Resisting the need to press his oldest for the truth, Oscar sipped at his black coffee. His youngest, Bridgette, had yet to show her face for in all likelihood, she was still attending to her morning rituals of dramatic exercises he referred to as nonsense. As if on cue, the raging raven haired beauty made her entrance by extending a jeweled clad hand from behind the wall separating the kitchen. Slender fingers lengthened and curled into an elegant circle as her cheery voice filled the caffeine aroma air in a mock British accent. "Presenting you one and only Queen of Theater. All do hold your tongues for her beauty fairs unmatched by all." A leg came next, clothed in a flowing red skirt that reached her ankles. Fully accustomed to Bridgette's antics, Nicolette rolled her eyes as she joined her father in a grin.
"Is it a queen today Bridgey?" she joked around the half eaten waffle in her mouth.
"Queen she said?" Oscar snorted. "I thought yesterday she was a genie."
The audible hiss from the hall gave them their answer as the kitchen erupted into laughter. Bridgette not pleased with the interruption scowled down at the two as she entered, hands positioned on her hips. "You both suck!" She commented, flipping backs her stands of hair over her shoulder as she took a seat at the table to dine on waffles.

The morning at the Colling's household continued on like any other day. Bridgette kept to her over dramatic while talk on the weeks ahead made a interest of discussions especially Spring Break. Nikki's plans for the break from school was still undecided for she was still waiting on Darin to choose a destination. She decided on asking him on her way to school, or pester him to he blurted out anything. Better yet, Regi would be the responsible one to ask seeing how his family traveled different stated due to his fathers line of work. As she parked her car in the student parking lot, Nicolette made her way to their normal table outside in the back as she waited for the rest to arrive. A glance at her watched informed her she was a bit early to school, but oh well. A little sun never hurt right?

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-life and isn't going to let anyone get in her way.
And you know what it's all about? Jealousy, b***h!"

[Bebe Sin]

In her world,
Sex is not the a n s w e r.
It's never the answer
Like more beer
to a drunken man.

Line the eye rims with a bit of brown because natural is everything but. Top that with black but not too much, we're going for smoldering not Halloween. A double coat of black mascara makes you look sexier yet and just in case you need to cry, running mascara helps look more convincing. All this goes on top of the concealer around the eyes because last nights party was wilder than her hair this morning. Forget the eye shadow, who wants to fumble with that stuff? Save it for tonights party. Lucille painted her lips with baby pink gloss and blew herself a kiss before mussing up her flat ironed hair a bit.

Her hands straightened out her white top, making sure it sat right above the curve of her hips just below her belly button piercing. The black jeans hovered dangerously before her underwear line leaving a bare patch of skin between her pants and shirt. A patch she stared at for a few moments before letting her fingers lightly trace her belt line, tantalizing the skin to a prickle. The morning play got her mind working over last nights play mate a husky football player for a college on his weekend vacation to visit family. He was good at what he did. So good she still remembered his name. Derek. Similar to her favorite boy toy, Darin. He was better than Derek, way better and younger too. She always remembered his name especially when that special moment they trusted with each other came around.

Holding back a smile with her teeth, Lucile plopped on her bed and took the cell phone on the nightstand in hand. She sent off a quick message to New York, Darin's code name in her phone saying "Feeling for a quick bite and maybe breakfast. Feeling up for it?"

Her green eyes took a cautionary look to the clock to make sure she had enough loafing time to wait for his response before she laid backwards on her twin sized bed. It wasn't that she cared if she was going to be late to school, it was more she wanted to be at the hotel room just as he arrived to get things started. Sex was more fun than school. Way more fun.

In her world,
Sex is the question.
and "Y E S is the answer.

[Hells_Fire_2010]

"Dancing is a vertical expression....

The taste of stale cereal and milk tingled Darin's taste buds as he stared down at the half eaten bowl of Captain Crunch Berries. "Ey Ma?! We need more cereal." Silence. Why he'd continue to eat it posed a very good question. Hunger served as a good common answer. Or maybe it was the sheer fact that cereal was a quick fix of sustenance which required no cook time. Either one, he was almost finished with it so there was no point in stopping now.

As more cereal found its way into his stomach, so did the pint feeling of anxiety from last night's altercation. Darin wondered if his best friend Omris forgot about the whole ordeal and shrugged it off in it's entirety. But then again, there was a chance that he didn't. He couldn't forget the dirty look that Omris shot at him once he saw that he was chatting with his ex-girlfriend. Who at the moment was Darin's current ******** interest that no one knew about. It wasn't as if they were openly flirting with each other, just quietly exchanging words on a horizontal matter. Although nothing happened, it didn't stop his friend from asking "Why the hell was he with that b***h?" Quickly after the question was spoken, an answer found it's way out of Darin's mouth. One of the many things he was good at that wasn't a good trait of his is lying. Depending on whom or the situation, he always had a quick reply before the person finished. His reason? Was simple. Lucile and him were working on a project for class. Now anyone else would've ended it there, but Darn knew better than that. With a lie you always needed actual facts to make them more believable and plausible. So after telling Omris of the assignment, he supported it with half truth's stating that since school was the only time they saw each other and seeing that he didn't have her number to call, approaching Lucile at the Fair became his best option to figuring out if she completed her part. Besides, Omris knew that if he received a grade lower than a B+ in class, his mother will have his a**.

Thanks to his swiftness, the little white lie took effect as well as seemed to have worked on him as it should for the only person capable of knowing when he was lying is his mother. How the heck she knew remained beyond him, but best believe he was bound to find the answer.

When the crowd began to die down, so did the tension between the three of them. That is until Omris' sister Charlene and his little brother Anthony found them. Her hate for Lucile came forth as the smaller teen stepped to the other and proceeded to pop off at the mouth gaining the attention of the surrounding occupants. Before Charlene could think of laying a hand on her, Omris intervened shutting up his sister with his own anger. Something the gang including him never saw rise from the seemingly calm writer. That alone had everyone holding their tongue and heading off to the parking lot to go home. Regardless, Darin couldn't shake the guilt that churned his stomach, causing him to push the bowl to the side. Deep down he knew that lying to someone who was practically another brother to you was horrible. To look the person straight in the eyes with false terms was the breaking point to eliminating trust in a friendship, but what could he do? It was to late. Done and over with.

Pushing off the kitchen island stool Darin rounded the massive piece with his bowl in hand towards the sink. Just as he reached out to twist on the faucet, Anthony walked in only to literally blind him with his flamboyant attire. "Ant, what the hell you wearing man?" he asked, sizing up his brother.
Brows furrowing, Anthony adjusted the bill of his purple cap to the side and observed his clothes. He didn't see no problem with what he had on. Teal skinning jeans, white and teal Air Forces and a purple shirt with highlighter yellow stripes seemed normal to him. It was his and Ben J's style in which they rocked 24/7. "What you talking about?" he asked confused by the question.
"You look like a damn flag waving fagget!"
Sucking his teeth at Darin when he started to laugh at him, Anthony headed for the fridge to grab a bottle of orange juice. "Man shut up. You just mad that you can't look this good"
"Yeah, okay." Darin snorted with a roll of his eyes. "I ain't the one wearing momma's pants." Ever since his brother and Ben J graduated from middle school a year ago, the two of them have been basically wearing girl jeans and bright colors claiming that it was "cool" to dress like that. If it wasn't for the fact that they were related, Anthony would've gotten his a** beat in school. By all means he loved the kid to death, but damn! To have your sibling walking around looking like a highlighter in the same school you attended was embarrassing. Although the ladies thought he was cute because of the freckles that littered his face. Some even asked why he didn't have any and he told them that Anthony was adopted. The damn freak. If anything, him and Ben J should be related for they acted more a like and for the past couple of years, the teen has been his little protégé when it came to girls. Unlike his brother who used his tips on Charlene like she was stupid or something, Ben J utilized his notes on the many females at Memorial High.
"Yeah whatever!" Anthony shot back. He wasn't wearing his mom's clothes because he couldn't fit them. Not that he would even think of touching her jeans. He just went out and bought a brand new pair every time he received his weekly allowance. Anthony was about to make a smart comment about how his brother was going to get a STD from sleeping around so much when their mother's fiancée Jay came into the kitchen in search of coffee. At seeing Anette's two sons in his presence, a sneer rose before he poured himself a cup. No words were shared between the three men for various reasons. He didn't like them and vise versa. Though he tended to act on his distaste on her oldest by what he called his daily special of "tough love". The slight difference on his version was that it involved a series of bruises being imprinted on Darin.

Seeing Jay made Darin tense as he shot a quick glance towards Anthony who wore the expression of stress on his face. Ever since his mother met the b*****d, he had to secretly suffer abuse just to keep her happy. Not wanting her to fall into a relapse of depression when she divorced their father. The only one that knew of what Jay did to him was his brother. Not even Omris knew of his situation. Probably because he never told him and Jay made sure he skipped his face when his punches connected. If Omris saw a mark on him, he would claim it was a fight he gotten in with come Cat who stepped to him. "Let's go Anthony." he said, snatching up his keys from the counter without giving Jay a second glance. All he had to think was that buddy was lucky he loved and respected his mother or else he would have laid him out the first time he touched him.
Giving a slight nod, Anthony followed after his brother out the door to the V12 Vantage that rested in the circular drive-way when he raised a eyebrow as Darin's phone sounded. Who could be calling his sibling this early must didn't know that they had school to go to.
Swiveling his sidekick open, Darin read the text from an contact titled Imports and smirked. It was the name he listed Lucile under smartly for caution. 'So she want's to met up?' Now he had to decided on whether to get laid or be late to school. Sex won in the end. "Uh, Anthony. Call Ben J for a ride. I got to go do something." he informed, before sending a text back to her.

To: Imports
4rm: DJ
Meet up in fifteen.

"What the hell man, you serious? Where you going?" Anthony inquired.
"None of your business now hit him up for a ride." Not waiting for him to reply, Darin slide into his car and turned the ignition. As the engine purred to life, he shifted the car into gear and speed out of the drive-way towards his and Lucile's rendezvous spot at the Hilton. When they began their little sessions, the idea of going to each others homes were out of the question. The next resort was a luxury suite that he paid for regularly under his name that was addressed to the club he owned. By now, the doorman already knew him so much that the hotel fully supplied him with the room as well as his own pair of keys in which he gave one to Lucile.

A couple of minutes later, Darin pulled to a stop at the front door and exited his car leaving the car running. Tossing the car keys to the valet, he entered the lodging and headed up to the room. The faint smell of lavender filled the suite as the result of the vase placed by the plush king size bed. The absence of a brunette laying ready for him on top of the sheets told him that Lucile had yet to arrive. No problem though. Removing his shirt, Darin laid down on the bed and waited for her to show up.

-of a horizontal desire."

[Bebe Sin]

Hearts may breaks
And pearls can crack
Boys can come
Many will go, but
Diamonds are always forever.






“She said she want whatever she like...” Krystal sang while washing her face in the bathroom.
"¿Krystal, está usted para arriba?" Krystal are you up, her mother asked from the foot of the stairs down the hallway. Couldn't she hear the music playing? "¡sí mamá!" the teenager called back through the open bathroom door before cleansing the soap off her face and then combing her back length hair into a ponytail.
"¡Krystal, se apresura para arriba! ¡Usted va a ser atrasado!" Krystal, Hurry up! You're going to be late! Her mom, Marcelle, still hovered at the end of the steps instead of watching the frying pan on the stove.
"Ma! O.K!" Krystal kissed her teeth and jogged down the corridor, mildly annoyed with her mothers pestering. She dressed in already laid out clothes, quickly and slipped her feet into beige wedge sandals.
"¡Krystal!" Mom called.
""¡sí mamá!" That woman could be a real nag when she wanted to. First her mother moved her from Miami to Houston and now she was rushing her to go to a school full of complete strangers. Her mother was lucky Krystal even got out of bed that morning the way she was so angry with the move. Krystal had bet her mother fifty dollars that there were no Hispanic kids there. Her mother dutifully told her that it didn't matter if there was anyone like her there. "Just mingle." Marcelle had told her. Mingle, right. She wanted to mingle with a bunch of weird "cowboys" like she wanted to mingle with a pack of Lions while wearing a meat jumpsuit.

She trotted down the stairs to meet her mother in the kitchen fussing over the now burning Arepa.
"See if you weren't nagging me, you wouldn't burn that." Krystal grabbed an apple from the fruit bowl and took a bite while shouldering her zebra print bag.
"You're not eating?...Where did you get that shirt?" Marcelle pointed the spatula at the playboy bunny shirt while looking at Krystal as if she were a freshly landed martian. The girl was always showing up with new clothes and expensive ones at that. The jeans she was wearing didn't look cheap either. Krystal looked down at herself with a smirk.
"Mama, the mall, duh." She rolled her eyes while heading for the front door. "You're not accepting gifts again are you?"
"Mama, no! I bought it myself! Plus, men are only good for giving you stuff so why not let them, huh?" The front door slammed shut before Marcelle could yell at her anymore. The older woman was a blatant pain in Krystal's side. Their views on life were so different, one had to wonder how they lived in the same house without biting off each others head clean off. Marcelle was easily played by men so much that one cleaned out her bank account and left a nine year old nuisance, Krys' younger brother, Marco. She was an idiot in that sense to Krystal, who never let a guy even talk to her without at least her knowing first what their net worth was.

She liked men with money, what was wrong with that? After spending half her life in poverty, she was entitled to be happy and as they say, money makes the world go 'round. Money made her world go 'round. She also liked older men because they were not immature idiots, well, some of them. Her mother never approved of her dating older men but who the hell cared what she said after she stuck Krystal in the middle of Hick Central?

Damn her mother for rushing her. The stupid school was actually a few minutes away from her house, within walking distance even. Her badly written directions made it look like the school was forever away in never-never land. Krystal ended up at Memorial High with half an hour to spare and no where to really go. At least she managed to get a spot near the school in the student parking lot. She trudged up feeling like a termite in a crowd of hungry chimps already. There were no black people anywhere from what she could see except for one might be Hispanic chick sitting alone.

Disposition brightening up somewhat from seeing someone similar, Krystal made her way quickly to the row of tables behind the girl and quietly set her purse down. She would have used her mp3 player but wasn't sure if security would have confiscated it like at her old school. Electronics Nazis. She did relinquish her digital camera however to go over footage she taped of her new neighborhood with Marco the day before. It was better than feeling odd.







They shimmer and shine
Glisten like a woman’s’ smile
They sparkle and glow
Better than gold
They are perfect alone but better in a ring
Make sure he gives them on one knee
Remember don’t sign the pre-nup unless it involves
One million
Or three.

[Bebe Sin]

Still no skin off her bones....

Screw the morning.
"Kill me." Charlene groaned before putting her back to the chiming alarm clock. She could see why her older brother, Omris was such a Scrooge in the morning. The sun in your face when you clearly didn't want it was more than a swift kick in the a**, especially when you stayed up past four in the morning with your friends the previous night. Of course the night was chock full of under aged drinking and general perverseness but the morning after was one of those things she could do without. The cheap vodka had her head panging in tune to the alarm clock now so with a graceless sweep of her arm she pushed the contraption off the stand in hopes of sending it to it's grave. Thanks to modern technology, the thing didn't quiet even after hitting the wood flooring. Way to go world for being dickish and inventing the most annoying but needed device in history. Sighing, the fifteen year old sat up, curls in a mad disarray and brown eyes glaring at the adjacent wall. Bending over to turn off the clock sent all the blood rushing to her head, drawing an aggravated growl from her mouth.

Her feet steps sounded off, marking her path of destruction to the bathroom. Elizabeth the nuisance and baby off the house raced down from her side of the hall straight in to the bathroom, slamming the door shut in her wake and locking it tight from here raging demon of an older sister.
"Elizabeth! Get out! You saw me going in first!" Charlene pounded the door with the side of her fist.
"Nope! No I didn't!" The bath water running followed the answer.
"Eli! You always take so long! Let me go first!" What could a toddler possibly do in the bathroom for nearly an hour? Play Barbies? That was longer than even Charlene who only took half an hour to tame her hair. She kept her banging until Elizabeth finally shouted.
"Stop! You're going to wake up Omy!" Too late. The insomniac was already making his way down the hall clad in only plaid boxers and a grimace staking it's territory on his face. He'd been wearing it ever since they reached home from the fair last night. Charlene fell silent and moved out of his way as he stomped downstairs without speaking a word. He was most likely going to get breakfast started. Their Mom was over hauling all the way to California and wasn't due home until Sunday. Omris was like the mom of the house. Wasalu was technically watching them but he barely let himself be seen. He was weirder and quieter than Omris, if that weer humanly possible.

Elizabeth finally let the bathroom go, exiting with a towel wrapped over her head and another around her small body.
"All yours." she said while walking past her sister, smiling smugly. "Brat." Charlene hissed.
After playing Lion tamer with the hair brush and various sprays, Charlene dressed and made it downstairs just in time to catch a peek of Wasa slipping back into the confines of his room, breakfast plate in hand. Shaking her head, she sat and was served by an almost robotic Omris. His eyes were cold, lifeless even but she knew he was most likely just stuck in his world of thought. It was almost scary how much of an internal person he was. It was also weird the way he acted, never really telling others how he really felt unless of course it was a very critical situation. He always trusted himself only to the notebook he carried. He was perfectly capable of speaking up but it was like he never saw the point in it. Charlene could almost reach out and touch the wall he constructed around himself. The difference between them though, was Lene had no problem telling anyone anything. She could tell anybody about themselves and anyone else. If her mouth didn't get her point across, she was more than glad to show whoever was stupid enough to cross her, what five flying knuckles looked like.

Before she knew it, Omris was staring at her blankly, worry and possibly even anger etched in his face.
"What?" Char asked, raising an eyebrow. Snapping out of his daze, his brow furrowed when he realized he'd been simply standing in place.
"What?" He asked more questioning what she wanted then out of his confusion. Something was definitely bothering him. It had to have been that dumb b***h Lucille. She should have clocked the slut before Om got to pull her off.
"Nuthin' "
The awkward breakfast finished and after dropping Eli to the bus stop, Omris and her made it to Memorial in an eerie silence. He didn't even ask why she had bags beneath her eyes. Not that she wasn't grateful, but he was so usually so observant. She took careful steps up to the back of the school, careful not to coax her headache's temper. Once in her usual spot, she sat down next to Nicolette, ignoring her instead of flying an insult her way as usual. She rested her head down, looking through the gaps in the metal table top wondering where the hell Anthony and Ben J were. She had so much to tell them.

[Bebe Sin]

In her world,
Sex is not the a n s w e r.
It's never the answer
Like more beer
to a drunken man.

Lucille's phone chimed with good news. Fifteen minutes? Hell she could be there in ten. Avoiding her father like the plague, Lucille snuck out of the house and into her car. She was at the hotel faster than she expected but weaving in and out of traffic gets you places doesn't it?

The key card swiped and the reader beeped letting her know pure bliss was only a few moments away. The door swung open and to her surprise yet sweet joy, Darin was already there and shirtless. He must have not had a fulfilling week to get there so quickly. She'd have to take care of that wouldn't she? Slipping in the door way, Lucille let the door close behind her while she slipped her black heels off, a wicked smile forming on her face already.
"You said fifteen, DJ. This more like ten."
The door lock clicked, sealing the teenagers fate. Her hips swayed as, Lucille made her way to the end of the bed, green eyes tracing the taunt muscle of his defined figure. A dancers body indeed, his stomach muscle fighting each other for space, poking out in six delicious packs. His chiseled jaw called her eye to his full lips, ripe for the kissing, then to his gorgeous eyes. All ready and waiting to give her what she, they truly wanted.
"That excited to see me?" Her knees placed between his legs and not needing an answer to a trivial question, leaned in to taste his lips while a hand reached for the prize. She wasn't the kind to waste time.

In her world,
Sex is the question.
and "Y E S is the answer.


[[eeks, ultra small post w/ Lu! Sorry?]]

[Hells_Fire_2010]

Um excuse me girl
Your style is dope
You got swag too
Noticed that a while ago
My name is Ant and it's my first day here
I was wondering if you could be my first date here

After his brother had left him to go gods knows where, Anthony did exactly what he was told him to do. He called Ben J for a ride. So for the past couple of minutes he have been sitting outside their estate, waiting on his friend to come while also trying to hide from his mother. If she were to catch him in front of the house and not with Darin, she would think that he's trying to skip school or something. Which will result in a very unnecessary beat down. Yeah, Darin went off without him and all and Anthony could tell her that, but then again he didn't want to get him in trouble just yet. He sought to use it as blackmail to go to the club tonight when his brother had to work. Of course, that is what brothers are for in his book, besides the occasional pitter-patter here and there.

Sighing, Anthony went to check the time on his sidekick, hip-hop music reached his ears. 'The heck?' His gaze shot up from the device to the street where he saw a Honda Civic driving down his way. Ben J. When the car pulled to a stop at the foot of the driveway, Anthony rushed to the car as the window rolled down, panic on his face.
"What they do fool?"
"Yo turn that down man! My momma still in the house!"
"Oh, s**t. My bad fool." Ben J laughed, hand quickly shooting out to turn down the volume. His knowledge on Ms. Momma, a name everyone called her, was the same as everyone else. Female didn't play!
Glimpsing back at the house to see if anyone came out to investigate, Anthony hopped in the car and tossed his bag in the back. A smooth choreographed handshake between friends came next before he eased back in the seat.
Shifting the gear to drive, Ben J turned back on the rode and drove the route to school. "So where DJ at?"
"I don't know. He got a text and left. Probably went to take care of business at Mansion."
"Uh-huh. You mean take care of business? Or business?" He smirked. Knowing DJ from some of the his tactics that were shared, his friends brother was more likely taking care a girl then a few papers.
Sucking his teeth, Anthony shot a look to Ben J and sized him up in the seat. "Shut up fool! Freaking nasty just like him."
"What?" He shrugged. "Could be true. I'm just saying."
"Man just shut up and drive."

Reaching the school, Ben J turned into the student parking lot, finding a free space in the back of the lot. Easy walk for them, seeing that their normal hang out spot was in the back.
"Yo whats up my peeps?" He greeted the group already sitting at the table.
Taking a seat next to his "wifey", well future wife if Charlene would just stop frontin' and come out and say she liked him instead of always hitting on him. Which wasn't that bad being that since she tended to do it a lot, meant that she loved touching him.
Noticing that Omris was right next to them, Anthony took caution by dropping his tone to a low pitch. "Yo Omris still mad?"
"Damn Lene-Lene? Got your a** whopped or something?" He joked, noticing the dark circles on under her eyes. "Where my Cece at? Female been hiding from her sexy dose of medicine." Popping his shirt collar, Ben J wiped his left brow with the pad of his thumb.
"Yeah, okay." Anthony rolled his eyes at him. If anything, Cece wanted to beat Ben J into the ground and that she was something she could do. Although it didn't show, Charlene's friend had enough muscle to KO a person in a second that wanted to start BS with her. It didn't help that she also had five brothers that didn't take kindly to boys talking to their little sister. Which in the end meant that if Ben J tried to touch or go after Cece, he would find his early grave instead of a kiss.

Unlike him, Anthony had it easier. To get to Charlene the only person he had to go through was Omris....and Wasalu. Okay scratch that. Lene-Lene's older brother will beat him to death if he ever found out. Not even Darin or Omris could save him if Wasalu ever got a hold of him. "So Lene-Lene, you coming with us to the club tonight?" Ignoring Ben J when he started off again, Anthony glanced back at Charlene. "Don't worry about DJ. I got him. Trust me, he ain't going to say no this time." If his sibling was smart, DJ bet not refuse or else he would find himself living in a garbage can once their mom got finished with him.

Dude it's like this
5'11, with good sex, and unpredictable
and keep them girls guessing
you know that Earl was the bomb
I'm make ya Oprah plans
I got the world in my palms
Now come hold my hands

[Bebe Sin]

They say that words have power
Able to break a mind
Kill men
Crumble Nations

------------------------▬Word rivers stem from his open ocean mind freely. Naturally.



His eyes opened but they didn't see. His head was still left in yesterdays dream. The clock rang but it didn’t tell his time because he was stuck between worlds. The sun greeted him, it’s cheer failing to penetrate the uneasy darkness set up around his soul. Getting up only brought body aches but they couldn’t stand up to the recurring pain in his chest for it was too great an adversary for them.

It all was so odd walking out of his hiding hole because his feet moved on by themselves following the daily routine so mundane it didn’t need his brain. He could have reached out to his sister standing by but what would a person so young do for him? What would Charlene say if she knew her older brother, the one supposed to protect her and stand strong in the face of anything, was so weak inside?

Omris’ body made breakfast that morning. His mind was so far off on the inconsistency of Darin’s voice didn’t notice Wasalu serve himself or himself serving his two sisters. The County Fair’s flashing lights were still blaring in memory and from the moment he set eyes on Lucille and Darin in conversation. The feeling of his heart wrenched violently still burned.

It wasn’t exactly that Darin and Lucille were being friendly or the fact that Lucille was talking to his best friend. Maybe it was seeing Lucille at all or the wide smile she was giving to someone that wasn’t him. He wasn’t sure in the least and his brain kept trying to find the answer. The nonstop dwelling was stirring up the pot of emotion, turning the fire too high as if intentionally trying to let the contents spill over. His perfect recipe of even mild temper was threatening to burn him. It was as if he should have been angry. Something was tugging at him to open his eyes but he trusted his friend to much to begin to think of something silly. Darin and Lucille only were on speaking terms because school dictated it. Nothing more and nothing less.

This was getting so ridiculously strange, the teen tried to force himself out of the daze but the rage he was keeping at bay needed tending. He had to continuously tell himself, yesterday was nothing and he was just being a child. Charlene miraculously was able to break the coma he was in with subtle movement of her fork and shrill voice.

“What?" She asked eyebrow cocked at him. Her face said the usual "What a weirdo."
“What?” Omris asked wondering if she called him or something. Wondering how long he had been standing still.
“Nuthin’” It was all finished within a matter of seconds but the last half hour of his life was a complete mystery. How he ended up with the spatula in his hand or why he was still in his boxers.

He dressed and went on to drop Elizabeth off at the bus stop, sadly plastering a fake smile for her. Today just wasn’t a smiling day. The drive to Memorial was eventless and devoid of the bass pumping music that usually vibrated the blue Acura he drove. When he and Charlene reached he followed behind listlessly and plopped down next to Nicollette not uttering a word more than Charlene.

Flow It's what separates monkeys from writers...

Words have two sides
Able to free a man
Revive a soul
Unite the world.

[Hells_Fire_2010]

"Dancing is a vertical expression....

Coffee colored eyes flashed open at the sound of the room door opening and closing with a subtle click. Calling forth Darin's attention as he sat up in bed to find Lucile posted against it. The way she eyed him caused a flush of heat to rush down to the seat of his pants. Wetting his lips, he returned the heated glance, orbs slowly roaming the contours of her body. Admiring the dip to her ample bust, to her flat stomach, to small hips that were being hugged in a pair of black skinnies in which he wanted off. A shame Lucile didn't chose to wear a short skirt that would show off her slim legs to greet him. A slow smirk formed on his lips from her comment, and before Darin could say a word to her, she quickly closed the distant between them. Wasting no time in getting things started. A low groan lodged in his throat when she cupped him just as her lips found his. Soft petals parting to deepen the kiss as his tongue danced with hers. Without breaking the connection, he rose from the mattress to pull Lucile against him.

In an instant their clothes found its way upon the carpeted floor, all excluding the black panties that blocked Darin from entry. A hand fisted in her locks as the other gripped her rear to caress the soft mound through the fabric before he hoisted her up to toss playfully onto the bed. His sharp intake of breath was Lucile's only warning before he covered her with his nude body, planting his hands on each side of her head as his dipped to capture her lips. The kiss ceased shortly only to be picked back up again at the base of her neck. His tongue swooped out to lick the creamy skin that beckoned his touch, down to her full bosom past her navel to halt at the top of her underwear. His gaze locked with hers as Darin playfully nipped at her abs to catch the garment between his, teeth tugging the panties down and away to taste her.

While receiving the no-fail-response he sought, Darin ached. His veins seared beneath his skin, creating beads of sweat to form on his forehead and along his back. The need to feel her all around him became urgent. Entwining his fingers with Lucile's, he brought them above her head where he locked them with one hand as the other snaked up her leg over his forearm. Kissing her once more, he sunk in and took what she so openly gave him.

-of a horizontal desire."

[Bebe Sin]

In her world,
Sex is not the a n s w e r.
It's never the answer
Like more beer
to a drunken man.

She felt like a rose in a garden, tended to delicately. Each petal taken well care of, given the attention it needed. Every inch of Lucille got the attention it deserved, her body provided with love only an knowledgeable care giver could give. And knowlegable, Darin was.
Their excurions, like always, took Lu to the heights and back, always a nice escape from reality. A wonder he didn't have a girlfriend yet still any idiot could guess.

Their sweat melded together as the two lay on the covers, recovering the lost energy. His heart drummed in her ears as her head rested atop his chest, it's steady beat a soft comfort. A finger delicately traced a circle around his belly button before she eased up off the bed, stepping over fallen clothes on the way to the bathroom. With him, she left a coy smile masking her growing boredom. She already got what she wanted, what more was left between them besides the next moment their need arised and they called out to each other? They weren't lovers because what they had was far from unselfish love.

"Dont come in." Her voice echoed off the bathroom walls as the door closed and the lock clicked. Men weren't the kind to be trusted.

She showered away the deed and refreshed her hair, readying again for the day ahead. Her mind was blank again, thinking nothing of what happened or even what she'd do or say to him afterward. Who cared, she didn't and she was sure Darin din't either. Her image in the fogged mirror smiled back and she left the wash room again, wondering if he'd still be there. Surprise wouldn't be one of the emotions she'd feel. At least knowingly.

In her world,
Sex is the question.
and "Y E S is the answer.