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Saturday mornings were the days for teenagers to sleep in. Well, unless you had just gotten back home at eight in the morning, shoes off and dangling at your fingertips, attempting to recall the night before. This scenario fit the case of Clementine Auden Tigge. Tiny, as her family called her (which wasn't exactly a bad nickname for a girl who was only five foot two inches tall) squinted her blue, blue eyes as she made her way across the family room, which was directly next to the large kitchen which Teresa Tigge occupied in the mornings. Tiny pressed her full, pink lips together as she made it quietly to the base of the stairs that led up to the third floor of the three story house. Clementine's mother and father slept downstairs, on the first floor, while the kitchen, family room, John Tigge's den (Tiny's father), then the third floor where Clementine, and her two brothers' rooms were. The door that led to the first floor was closed, which meant that Tiny's mother wasn't up yet, which meant a safe escape for Tiny.
The girl had been out all night with the Cutter, yet again, and she didn't remember anything of the night. She knew that she hadn't done anything with the man to ruin her relationship with the Effected. A girl's intuition, as Tiny called it, to know that she hadn't slept with the Cutter. Once the eighteen year old girl made it to the top of the staircase without making a sound, her little brother, Rory, emerged from his room standing in his threshold wearing plaid boxers and an old and very worn wife-beater. "Hey, Tiny." Rory said quietly, a smirk planted on his face. Clementine was the shortest in the family, and even her brother who was two years younger than her was taller than Tiny by about seven inches, making him about five foot nine inches tall. "Morning, Roar." Clementine replied, spreading her plush lips in a warm, and rather fake, smile. Before Tiny gave her little brother a chance to say something, the girl darted past him, and into her bedroom, hearing Rory's feet pounding down the hall behind her, gaining speed, then the door shutting in his face. Tine sighed and smiled; no interrogation from Rory, it looked. Although, Zane-Alexandre, Tine and Rory's older brother, would be a different story.
The short girl dropped her strappy heels on the floor next to her small size five feet. Tiny padded across the wooden flooring of her room, over to her bathroom where the girl got a good look of herself for the first time all night. Her hair was a nappy mess, strands sticking up, parts kinked and curled, while her face had smudges of eyeliner around her blue eyes. Tine sighed and closed her smudged eyes, still trying to remember what happened. Once Tiny's head began to throb violently, she wrenched her eyes back open, feeling tears sting them. The girl blinked a couple of times, willing the tears away as they welled uncontrollably. Tiny walked back into her bedroom, and stripped off her pink tank top and ripped jeans, standing in the middle of her room in her bra and panties. The girl walked over to her closet, and pulled out a pair of clean Victoria's Secret panties, which were blue with lighter blue polka dots and the little Victoria's Secret dog sewn in on the back. The girl walked into her bathroom, which was the colours purple, pink, and black with towels that fit the theme colours, along with her shower curtain, while her walls were black with purple sponged onto them. Tiny unsnapped her black bra, and took her panties off, then stepped into her shower, and turning on the hot water. As the hot water pelted on the short girl, she closed her eyes, and let herself feel warm for a moment, before turning off the water and tying a pink towel around herself.
Tiny dried all the water off of her skin, then put her black bra and blue panties on before walking back into her room, where her little Corgi dog, Nubert, was laying contentedly on Tiny's queen sized bed. "Morning, sweet boy." Tine said grabbing a purple tank top and a pair of medium wash skinny jeans. The girl wriggled into her very tight fitting skinny jeans, doing what her mother called the "pants dance" as Tiny jumped and wiggled into her jeans. Once her Pants Dance was over, Tiny walked over to her four year old Corgi, who waggled his little nub of a tail, seeing his owner. "Hey, bud." Tiny said, picking up Nubert who licked randomly at Tiny's face. The girl giggled as she walked out of her room, her hair still dripping slightly, and smack into Zane-Alexandre. "Morning, Tiny." Zane said, his black hair falling slightly into his bluish green eyes. Zane had lived in England three more years than Tiny, and his British accent was more pronounced than her's and Rory's. "Hey, Zane..." Tiny said, trying to step around her very tall brother. Zane caught Tiny's forearm, and pulled her back, not too gently. "I thought you said you were done partying all night." Zane said, low and serious, staring straight into his sister's eyes. "And I was telling the truth. I'm done with that s**t, Zane, so let me go." Tiny ripped her arm from her brother's grasp, and marched to the stairs, nearly tripped down the first step, before regaining her composure while Nubert squirmed uncomfortably in Tiny's arms. The girl got down stairs, and set her little dog down, then walking into the family room where the biggest television was. Rory was already lounging on the black leather sofa, one arm propped up on the back cushions. Clementine went to her favourite spot, the Ebony leather recliner, the most comfortable chair in the house.
After about two hours of watching J.D. and Turk, from Scrubs, with Rory, Clementine decided she wanted to go to McDonald's to get some breakfast. The girl stood up, her straight dark brown hair almost dry, and walked back to the stairs, trotting up them easily. Once the girl reached her door, she opened it, seeing Nubert on her bed, yet again, grabbed a black pullover sweatshirt which was much too big on her, and a pair of white flip flops. Tiny looked around her room, eyes scanning for her car keys, cell phone, and iTouch when she saw them all sitting on her computer desk, all neatly in a line. Weird, for she didn't remember setting the items down so neatly. Clementine shook her head, almost furiously, and grabbed her items, then walking at a fast pace out of her room, with Nubert following behind her at a happy trot.
The girl walked into the three car garage, seeing her maroon red 2006 IS 350 Lexus parked in the middle spot, where Tiny always parked. The eighteen year old climbed into the new smelling Lexus, opened the garage door, and cranked the engine. The Lexus purred, then backed out of the garage, and Tiny turned out of the driveway, and drove over the speed limit to McDonald's, with her music way too loud for the sunny morning.
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❝I'm gonna take you out tonight, I'm gonna make you feel alright.❞
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Saturday mornings were the days for teenagers to sleep in. Well, unless you had just gotten back home at eight in the morning, shoes off and dangling at your fingertips, attempting to recall the night before. This scenario fit the case of Clementine Auden Tigge. Tiny, as her family called her (which wasn't exactly a bad nickname for a girl who was only five foot two inches tall) squinted her blue, blue eyes as she made her way across the family room, which was directly next to the large kitchen which Teresa Tigge occupied in the mornings. Tiny pressed her full, pink lips together as she made it quietly to the base of the stairs that led up to the third floor of the three story house. Clementine's mother and father slept downstairs, on the first floor, while the kitchen, family room, John Tigge's den (Tiny's father), then the third floor where Clementine, and her two brothers' rooms were. The door that led to the first floor was closed, which meant that Tiny's mother wasn't up yet, which meant a safe escape for Tiny.
The girl had been out all night with the Cutter, yet again, and she didn't remember anything of the night. She knew that she hadn't done anything with the man to ruin her relationship with the Effected. A girl's intuition, as Tiny called it, to know that she hadn't slept with the Cutter. Once the eighteen year old girl made it to the top of the staircase without making a sound, her little brother, Rory, emerged from his room standing in his threshold wearing plaid boxers and an old and very worn wife-beater. "Hey, Tiny." Rory said quietly, a smirk planted on his face. Clementine was the shortest in the family, and even her brother who was two years younger than her was taller than Tiny by about seven inches, making him about five foot nine inches tall. "Morning, Roar." Clementine replied, spreading her plush lips in a warm, and rather fake, smile. Before Tiny gave her little brother a chance to say something, the girl darted past him, and into her bedroom, hearing Rory's feet pounding down the hall behind her, gaining speed, then the door shutting in his face. Tine sighed and smiled; no interrogation from Rory, it looked. Although, Zane-Alexandre, Tine and Rory's older brother, would be a different story.
The short girl dropped her strappy heels on the floor next to her small size five feet. Tiny padded across the wooden flooring of her room, over to her bathroom where the girl got a good look of herself for the first time all night. Her hair was a nappy mess, strands sticking up, parts kinked and curled, while her face had smudges of eyeliner around her blue eyes. Tine sighed and closed her smudged eyes, still trying to remember what happened. Once Tiny's head began to throb violently, she wrenched her eyes back open, feeling tears sting them. The girl blinked a couple of times, willing the tears away as they welled uncontrollably. Tiny walked back into her bedroom, and stripped off her pink tank top and ripped jeans, standing in the middle of her room in her bra and panties. The girl walked over to her closet, and pulled out a pair of clean Victoria's Secret panties, which were blue with lighter blue polka dots and the little Victoria's Secret dog sewn in on the back. The girl walked into her bathroom, which was the colours purple, pink, and black with towels that fit the theme colours, along with her shower curtain, while her walls were black with purple sponged onto them. Tiny unsnapped her black bra, and took her panties off, then stepped into her shower, and turning on the hot water. As the hot water pelted on the short girl, she closed her eyes, and let herself feel warm for a moment, before turning off the water and tying a pink towel around herself.
Tiny dried all the water off of her skin, then put her black bra and blue panties on before walking back into her room, where her little Corgi dog, Nubert, was laying contentedly on Tiny's queen sized bed. "Morning, sweet boy." Tine said grabbing a purple tank top and a pair of medium wash skinny jeans. The girl wriggled into her very tight fitting skinny jeans, doing what her mother called the "pants dance" as Tiny jumped and wiggled into her jeans. Once her Pants Dance was over, Tiny walked over to her four year old Corgi, who waggled his little nub of a tail, seeing his owner. "Hey, bud." Tiny said, picking up Nubert who licked randomly at Tiny's face. The girl giggled as she walked out of her room, her hair still dripping slightly, and smack into Zane-Alexandre. "Morning, Tiny." Zane said, his black hair falling slightly into his bluish green eyes. Zane had lived in England three more years than Tiny, and his British accent was more pronounced than her's and Rory's. "Hey, Zane..." Tiny said, trying to step around her very tall brother. Zane caught Tiny's forearm, and pulled her back, not too gently. "I thought you said you were done partying all night." Zane said, low and serious, staring straight into his sister's eyes. "And I was telling the truth. I'm done with that s**t, Zane, so let me go." Tiny ripped her arm from her brother's grasp, and marched to the stairs, nearly tripped down the first step, before regaining her composure while Nubert squirmed uncomfortably in Tiny's arms. The girl got down stairs, and set her little dog down, then walking into the family room where the biggest television was. Rory was already lounging on the black leather sofa, one arm propped up on the back cushions. Clementine went to her favourite spot, the Ebony leather recliner, the most comfortable chair in the house.
After about two hours of watching J.D. and Turk, from Scrubs, with Rory, Clementine decided she wanted to go to McDonald's to get some breakfast. The girl stood up, her straight dark brown hair almost dry, and walked back to the stairs, trotting up them easily. Once the girl reached her door, she opened it, seeing Nubert on her bed, yet again, grabbed a black pullover sweatshirt which was much too big on her, and a pair of white flip flops. Tiny looked around her room, eyes scanning for her car keys, cell phone, and iTouch when she saw them all sitting on her computer desk, all neatly in a line. Weird, for she didn't remember setting the items down so neatly. Clementine shook her head, almost furiously, and grabbed her items, then walking at a fast pace out of her room, with Nubert following behind her at a happy trot.
The girl walked into the three car garage, seeing her maroon red 2006 IS 350 Lexus parked in the middle spot, where Tiny always parked. The eighteen year old climbed into the new smelling Lexus, opened the garage door, and cranked the engine. The Lexus purred, then backed out of the garage, and Tiny turned out of the driveway, and drove over the speed limit to McDonald's, with her music way too loud for the sunny morning.
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Clementine Auden Tigge
status - The Pet
aliases: Menny, Tine, sometimes Auden
age: Eighteen
sexuality: I go both ways, but lean towards boys a tad more.
involvement: Currently taken by the Effected.
● I was born in England, but I only lived there until I was about eight. British accent? Slight but noticeable.
● I don't understand myself sometimes because one day I'm normal and hanging out with my boyfriend, other days I'm out of it, and sometimes I don't remember those days.
● I'm super outgoing and bubbly, so its pretty obvious to say that I smile and laugh a lot. Its what hooked my boyfriend to me.
● I'm almost always either chewing a piece of gum, or sucking on a blue, red, or green RingPop. Why? I'm addicted to candy.
● Music is the completion to my life, but I'm sure you've heard that before; everyone says it to sound "musically educated", or something like that.
● I read a lot, but when I read, I can't sit still so I usually read while I'm on the treadmill or something.
● I have my belly button pierced and two tattoos; one tattoo is behind my left ear and its a little black angel wing. The other tattoo is on my right shoulder blade; its a Japanese prayer about six inches long, with small pink cherry blossom petals falling around it; its super pretty.
● I have my iPod Touch plugged into my ears almost always; I have over three thousand songs, and counting. And I don't situate myself for just the newer songs on my iTouch, I listen to everything.
● I dye my hair between brunette and blonde all the time. I like both colours, and one time I even went for a little red... It didn't work out as well.
● I shop a lot, and sometimes I even drag my boyfriend with me so I can give him a mini-makeover. Sometimes boys need it when they're still wearing shirts from two years ago; not cute.
● My father is Indian, as in an Indian descent from India, not a Native American; there is a difference. I'm about half Indian, but you can't tell, really. My mother is British, and a tad bit of Cuban and Irish. I'm an odd mutt.
● I hang out with the Cutter a lot, but its weird because sometimes I don't remember what I do with him, which worries me slightly because I love my boyfriend, and I don't want to mess things up with another guy who I hang out with. A lot.
● I have two brothers; one younger than me by two years named Rory, and my older brother, Zane-Alexandre, who is twenty-one as of a month ago. We're all really close, so its safe to say that they're basically my best friends even though me and Rory don't see Zane-Alexandre very much.
● I've moved around quite a bit, and the longest I've stayed anywhere was in England because I lived there for eight years. I lived in India with my mother, father, brothers, and grandparents for five years, then we finally moved to the US, and I've been living here for five years and counting.
● Once I got my first cell phone when I was fourteen, I was obsessed with it; I always called my friends, and was almost always on the phone. But, once texting came out, I was hooked instantly and begged my mother and father to get texting for the family, which they did reluctantly.
●My dad is a doctor, and my mom owns her own small business; a catering company, which I work for sometimes when I need money. It pays pretty good, but the timings aren't always ideal.
●I can speak Indian fluently, and my father and grandfather are helping me learn.
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 A boy covered by a single sheet rolled back and forth on his queen-sized bed, his skinny but tanned arms groping the air for more blankets and pillows. Dimitri Colin Juansy groaned loudly, his voice echoing off the walls of his room. "Dimmy, wake up! Mom said to come downstairs; breakfast's ready!" A girl's voice ran outside of the boy's bedroom door. "Okay, Alyssa." Dimitri called back, his voice surprisingly low for such a scrawny, skinny boy. Dimitri rolled over again, but instead of rolling onto more bed, the poor eighteen year old rolled off of his bed and onto his white fuzzy carpet. "Ah, s**t!" Dimitri said, his face hitting straight into the carpet. The boy stayed still for a moment, feeling some of the carpet going up his nose, making him feel like he had to sneeze. Dimmy sighed into the carpet, feeling his warm breath on the carpet. Dimitri closed him brown eyes and rolled onto his back, feeling his shoulder pop under the weight of his body. The curly-haired boy stared up at his ceiling, , and swallowed. He didn't like mornings very much; they never wentwell for him. As the boy stared up at his ceiiling, he heard small footsteps coming up the stairs, which were directly across from his room, and his sister pounding on his door. "Mom wants to know if you're okay, and if you want your syrup heated or not." Alyssa said carelessly, the family downstairs already realizing that their son fell. "I'm fine. And yeah, I want my syrup heated." Dimmy said, trying to find some sort of pattern on his ceiling. Once the boy realized he could find anything, he sat up, his sheets sliding off of his torso.
It was a sunny morning, the cool breeze blew quietly into Dimitri's open window, billowing the black curtains. Dimmy stood up completely, feeling the breeze on his bare chest and whistling through his large mass of curly hair which was often described as a "Jew-fro". Instinctively, Dimitri wrapped his scrawny arms around himself, attempting to make the cold go away, but failing miserably. The boy walked over to his small, barely walk-in closet and looked around for a moment, trying to decide if he should get dressed completely, or just put on some sweatpants and a shirt. After a moment of deliberating, the boy made his choice and grabbed his grey sweatpants and white Hurley t-shirt. Dimitri rubbed at his face, trying to wipe away any traces of sleep still in his eyes. The curly-haired boy slouched out of his room at a sluggish pace, nearly tripping down the stairs that led to the kitchen and living room. Dimitri walked down the stairs, slipping on the very last one and almost falling onto the family dog, Leaf, a three year old Golden Retriever. "Sorry, Leaf." Dimmy muttered quietly to the dog who stood and followed the boy into the kitchen. The kitchen smelled immensely like pancakes, sausage, bacon, syrup, and fruit, which was exactly what the Juansy family was having for breakfast. "G'morning, hun." Mrs. Juansy said to her curly-haired son, who stood blankly in the kitchen, trying to keep his arms from stretching as he yawned absently. "Hi, mom." Dimitri said, wiping at his watering eyes. The boy walked over to the dining room table, which was piled high with all sorts of breakfast items. Dimitri smiled slightly, grabbing a plate and loading it with pancakes, bacon, sausage, some fruit, hash-browns, eggs, and toast. "How can you eat so much, but still manage to be so skinny?" Alyssa asked her brother with a very curious and disgusted face as Dimitri forked at his syruped pancakes and eggs, then spooning them onto his fork and stuffing the bite into his mouth. "I donno," Dimmy said, shrugging, with his mouth full. "Its 'cause I can dance. And you can't." Dimmy said with a small smile as Alyssa glared at him. "I can too dance, Dimmy! I've been going to dance lessons since I was five!" Alyssa said, putting a hand up with her fingers sprawled out to count the number five. The boy smiled at his fourteen year old sister and glared back. "Me too. But, I'm four years older, so that means that I've had four more years of experience. I win." Dimmy said, smirking as Alyssa's face dropped, and she began eating her pancakes quietly. The boy smiled to himself as his father walked in, glasses on and paper tucked under his arm, carrying two plates of food. Dimitri's father put the other plate next to Alyssa, then walked to his place at the head of the table, sat down, cleared his throat, and began to read the paper.
Once Dimitri finished his food, said thank you to his mother and kissed her on the cheek, he jogged back upstairs to his BlackBerry (or as he called it, his CrackBerry) to see if his best friend, Alex, texted him. The boy walked into his room, with the door already open from his dog, Orchid, a giant Malamute Husky. Orchid has reddish and white fur, one eye is blue, the other the colour of her fur. "Hey, Orchy." Dimitri siad, smiling and clapping his hands making the Malamute get up and run to her owner. Dimitri could remember countless times where the Malamute had knocked Alex over because Orchid was so excited to see Alex. Orchid wagged her two year old tail viciously, her red nose poking at Dimmy's thigh. The large Husky suddenly jumped onto Dimitri; the dog was as tall as Dimmy, and he was six foot one, on her hind legs. The boy struggled to stay upright while his dog licked at his face. Dimitri pushed Orchid down, and the dog immediately rolled over onto her back, wanting her furry belly rubbed. The curly-haired boy smiled at his dog, got down onto his knees, and rubbed the dog's belly until Orchid's eyes closed. Dimitri stood up again and walked decidedly over to his closet, once again, grabbing a fresh pair of boxers, then striding into his smallish bathroom.
The bathroom had the sink and toilet next to each other, while the shower/bathtub was on the opposite wall, with the black, white, and red shower curtain pulled lazily half shut. Dimitri's mother wanted to make all of the four bathrooms of their house themed, but each bathroom was allowed to be themed by the person who owned it, and Dimmy chose the colour scheme of black, white, and red. The walls were all a blood red, counter top black, toilet black with red covers and a red carpet, white tiles, and white cabinets. The towels in the bathroom where all black, white and red, but Dimitri usually just grabbed the first two he could reach, and didn't bother matching. The boy smiled as he remembered walking out of the bathroom, white bathrobe on, and a white towel twisted on the top of his head so he looked like a girl to show Alex that his hair was long enough to do that. The two best friends had taken a few pictures of the memory, and posted them on MySpace, against Dimitri's will, but Alex was very persuasive, especially since he had been in love with her ever since they met. Alex had had quite a few boyfriends on her part, while Dimmy only had a few girlfriends, two of which were more serious than just a fling, but Dimmy ended up broken-hearted in the end anyway. The boy sighed, trying to push the thought of his love towards Alex out of his mind as he turned the hot water on. Dimitri stripped off his clothes and stepped into the shower, feeling the hot water pelt on his chest and face. The steam felt good as the boy washed his curly hair and his body, feeling the suds drip down onto his face. Dimitri rinsed off, grabbed a white towel and tied it securely around his bony hips, and walked back into his room where Orchid lay sprawled out on Dimitri's bed. The boy turned, and headed for his closet where all of his clothes hung up, and also thrown on the floor.
Dimitri examined the clothes that lie before him, and began chosing. He grabbed a pair of normal coloured skinny jeans, his favourite pair, a white v-neck shirt (but the v-neck did not make him look gay), and a grey hoodie. The boy looked in the six foot mirror next to his closet, stepped back about five feet, and checked over his outfit. It looked good, and his curls were cooperating nicely. The boy smiled, then realized he was missing shoes. Dimmy's brows furrowed as he dropped to the ground, and crawled around in his closet trying to find a good pair of shoes. He ended up picking a newer pair of Vans, which were blood red with white laces. Dimitri put on a pair of mismatched Champion socks, then slipped on his Vans realizing that he looked like a total skater. Dimitri decided that he would ride his longboard around that day instead of driving his car even though he didn't drive it around that much unless he was driving to and from school. Dimmy walked to the corner of his room, by his door, where his skateboard and longboard stood against the wall. Leaf pranced into the room, sniffing at Orchid, as Dimmy grabbed the longboard, then his iPhone and walking out of his room.
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A boy covered by a single sheet rolled back and forth on his queen-sized bed, his skinny but tanned arms groping the air for more blankets and pillows. Dimitri Colin Juansy groaned loudly, his voice echoing off the walls of his room. "Dimmy, wake up! Mom said to come downstairs; breakfast's ready!" A girl's voice ran outside of the boy's bedroom door. "Okay, Alyssa." Dimitri called back, his voice surprisingly low for such a scrawny, skinny boy. Dimitri rolled over again, but instead of rolling onto more bed, the poor eighteen year old rolled off of his bed and onto his white fuzzy carpet. "Ah, s**t!" Dimitri said, his face hitting straight into the carpet. The boy stayed still for a moment, feeling some of the carpet going up his nose, making him feel like he had to sneeze. Dimmy sighed into the carpet, feeling his warm breath on the carpet. Dimitri closed him brown eyes and rolled onto his back, feeling his shoulder pop under the weight of his body. The curly-haired boy stared up at his ceiling, , and swallowed. He didn't like mornings very much; they never wentwell for him. As the boy stared up at his ceiiling, he heard small footsteps coming up the stairs, which were directly across from his room, and his sister pounding on his door. "Mom wants to know if you're okay, and if you want your syrup heated or not." Alyssa said carelessly, the family downstairs already realizing that their son fell. "I'm fine. And yeah, I want my syrup heated." Dimmy said, trying to find some sort of pattern on his ceiling. Once the boy realized he could find anything, he sat up, his sheets sliding off of his torso.
It was a sunny morning, the cool breeze blew quietly into Dimitri's open window, billowing the black curtains. Dimmy stood up completely, feeling the breeze on his bare chest and whistling through his large mass of curly hair which was often described as a "Jew-fro". Instinctively, Dimitri wrapped his scrawny arms around himself, attempting to make the cold go away, but failing miserably. The boy walked over to his small, barely walk-in closet and looked around for a moment, trying to decide if he should get dressed completely, or just put on some sweatpants and a shirt. After a moment of deliberating, the boy made his choice and grabbed his grey sweatpants and white Hurley t-shirt. Dimitri rubbed at his face, trying to wipe away any traces of sleep still in his eyes. The curly-haired boy slouched out of his room at a sluggish pace, nearly tripping down the stairs that led to the kitchen and living room. Dimitri walked down the stairs, slipping on the very last one and almost falling onto the family dog, Leaf, a three year old Golden Retriever. "Sorry, Leaf." Dimmy muttered quietly to the dog who stood and followed the boy into the kitchen. The kitchen smelled immensely like pancakes, sausage, bacon, syrup, and fruit, which was exactly what the Juansy family was having for breakfast. "G'morning, hun." Mrs. Juansy said to her curly-haired son, who stood blankly in the kitchen, trying to keep his arms from stretching as he yawned absently. "Hi, mom." Dimitri said, wiping at his watering eyes. The boy walked over to the dining room table, which was piled high with all sorts of breakfast items. Dimitri smiled slightly, grabbing a plate and loading it with pancakes, bacon, sausage, some fruit, hash-browns, eggs, and toast. "How can you eat so much, but still manage to be so skinny?" Alyssa asked her brother with a very curious and disgusted face as Dimitri forked at his syruped pancakes and eggs, then spooning them onto his fork and stuffing the bite into his mouth. "I donno," Dimmy said, shrugging, with his mouth full. "Its 'cause I can dance. And you can't." Dimmy said with a small smile as Alyssa glared at him. "I can too dance, Dimmy! I've been going to dance lessons since I was five!" Alyssa said, putting a hand up with her fingers sprawled out to count the number five. The boy smiled at his fourteen year old sister and glared back. "Me too. But, I'm four years older, so that means that I've had four more years of experience. I win." Dimmy said, smirking as Alyssa's face dropped, and she began eating her pancakes quietly. The boy smiled to himself as his father walked in, glasses on and paper tucked under his arm, carrying two plates of food. Dimitri's father put the other plate next to Alyssa, then walked to his place at the head of the table, sat down, cleared his throat, and began to read the paper.
Once Dimitri finished his food, said thank you to his mother and kissed her on the cheek, he jogged back upstairs to his BlackBerry (or as he called it, his CrackBerry) to see if his best friend, Alex, texted him. The boy walked into his room, with the door already open from his dog, Orchid, a giant Malamute Husky. Orchid has reddish and white fur, one eye is blue, the other the colour of her fur. "Hey, Orchy." Dimitri siad, smiling and clapping his hands making the Malamute get up and run to her owner. Dimitri could remember countless times where the Malamute had knocked Alex over because Orchid was so excited to see Alex. Orchid wagged her two year old tail viciously, her red nose poking at Dimmy's thigh. The large Husky suddenly jumped onto Dimitri; the dog was as tall as Dimmy, and he was six foot one, on her hind legs. The boy struggled to stay upright while his dog licked at his face. Dimitri pushed Orchid down, and the dog immediately rolled over onto her back, wanting her furry belly rubbed. The curly-haired boy smiled at his dog, got down onto his knees, and rubbed the dog's belly until Orchid's eyes closed. Dimitri stood up again and walked decidedly over to his closet, once again, grabbing a fresh pair of boxers, then striding into his smallish bathroom.
The bathroom had the sink and toilet next to each other, while the shower/bathtub was on the opposite wall, with the black, white, and red shower curtain pulled lazily half shut. Dimitri's mother wanted to make all of the four bathrooms of their house themed, but each bathroom was allowed to be themed by the person who owned it, and Dimmy chose the colour scheme of black, white, and red. The walls were all a blood red, counter top black, toilet black with red covers and a red carpet, white tiles, and white cabinets. The towels in the bathroom where all black, white and red, but Dimitri usually just grabbed the first two he could reach, and didn't bother matching. The boy smiled as he remembered walking out of the bathroom, white bathrobe on, and a white towel twisted on the top of his head so he looked like a girl to show Alex that his hair was long enough to do that. The two best friends had taken a few pictures of the memory, and posted them on MySpace, against Dimitri's will, but Alex was very persuasive, especially since he had been in love with her ever since they met. Alex had had quite a few boyfriends on her part, while Dimmy only had a few girlfriends, two of which were more serious than just a fling, but Dimmy ended up broken-hearted in the end anyway. The boy sighed, trying to push the thought of his love towards Alex out of his mind as he turned the hot water on. Dimitri stripped off his clothes and stepped into the shower, feeling the hot water pelt on his chest and face. The steam felt good as the boy washed his curly hair and his body, feeling the suds drip down onto his face. Dimitri rinsed off, grabbed a white towel and tied it securely around his bony hips, and walked back into his room where Orchid lay sprawled out on Dimitri's bed. The boy turned, and headed for his closet where all of his clothes hung up, and also thrown on the floor.
Dimitri examined the clothes that lie before him, and began chosing. He grabbed a pair of normal coloured skinny jeans, his favourite pair, a white v-neck shirt (but the v-neck did not make him look gay), and a grey hoodie. The boy looked in the six foot mirror next to his closet, stepped back about five feet, and checked over his outfit. It looked good, and his curls were cooperating nicely. The boy smiled, then realized he was missing shoes. Dimmy's brows furrowed as he dropped to the ground, and crawled around in his closet trying to find a good pair of shoes. He ended up picking a newer pair of Vans, which were blood red with white laces. Dimitri put on a pair of mismatched Champion socks, then slipped on his Vans realizing that he looked like a total skater. Dimitri decided that he would ride his longboard around that day instead of driving his car even though he didn't drive it around that much unless he was driving to and from school. Dimmy walked to the corner of his room, by his door, where his skateboard and longboard stood against the wall. Leaf pranced into the room, sniffing at Orchid, as Dimmy grabbed the longboard, then his iPhone and walking out of his room.
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text Layleeah ll one x one !
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The Gaian Neighborhood
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Thu Aug 20, 2009 12:52 am
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» a d d i s o n «
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→ I'm not lovin' you the way I wanted to
]What I had to do, had to run from you
I'm in love with you but the vibe is wrong
And all that haunted me all the way home ←
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Addison finished up his coffee, the dregs sitting in the bottom of the cup. As the boy flipped through the channels on his Plasma he felt soft hands come around to block his peripheral vision. Addison smiled slightly as a warm voice tickled his ears. "Guess who? Miss me?" Addison grabbed Ashley's slender wrists and smiled at her glowing and beautiful face. "'Course I did." He said quietly as he kissed her soft lips which were slick with lip gloss. As Ash huddled up next to Addison, he sighed quietly and gently; he worried about how long she would be in New Mexico, and if she left, what would happen between them? Long distance relationships didn't always work out, and Ad didn't entirely have the money to be traveling over to another state for a few weeks, or just a weekend. But, Ashley would be coming to see him, too, right? 'Of course she would.' He reassured himself as Ash began to speak. "Well, I was thinking that we could go out on the town all day; maybe grab a movie and some dinner tonight, also." Addison said, grabbing the remote back up from the corner of the sofa, and changing the channel to CSI: New York.
The sun had risen up a little more and was shining brightly through the window in the living room which looked out at Santa Fe. Sometimes when Addison didn't have much going on, he would stand in front of that window for hours sometimes, just watching as the sun got lower in the sky while the moon rose to its full potential. Addison always felt like that window had some sort of charm on it that made him want to stand there all day, watching everyone else drive around the city, some frantic others just wandering around with no aim in direction. "Hey, why don't we go now? Lets grab some coffee, maybe a little breakfast, then lets just kind of... Y'know, drive around. You haven't seen all of Santa Fe just yet, Miss Ashley." Addison said, gently grabbing Ash's left wrist as he stood. He smiled at her tanned face and began to walk towards the door. "C'mon, we don't have all day!" Addison said playfully, walking back to Ashley and picking her up, then tossing her over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.
The twenty-two year old walked out of his apartment, locking the door behind him, then going down the hallway watching the surprised faces of his neighbors. "Hello, Mrs. Winder." Addison said pleasantly to his elderly neighbor, keeping his pace steady as he walked to the elevator. Addison reached the elevator, taking note at how soft Ashley's skin was as his hand grazed at her calf. He walked into the elevator trying not to laugh at a mother and her son staring at Addison for having a twenty year old girl slung over his shoulder. "Hi." He said with a small smile. The mother grabbed at her child, hugging the poor boy to her bosom even though the boy was struggling to get away from his mother. "How's it going back there?" Addison asked Ashley as the elevator reached the parking garage. The boy didn't wait for Ashely's answer as he walked purposefully to his dark gray BMW M3 with a V10. Addison reached into his pocket, pressing the "unlock" button on the little remote for his car. The BMW chirped with two beeps as he pressed the remote. The boy finally bent down a little and put Ashley on the ground, but then he grabbed her hand and guided her to the passenger side of the car. The twenty-two year old opened the door and held out his hand in a way that made him look gentlemanly for holding the door open for his lady.
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→ I'm not lovin' you the way I wanted to
See I wanna move but I can't escape from you
So I keep it low, keep a secret code
So everybody else don't have to know. ←
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☢ Just Another Art Freebie Thread ☢ Closed
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Battleground
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Sun Aug 16, 2009 8:43 pm
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Holy Temptest: geebus? my dear, you misspelled my name. its spelled jebus, like jesus. :]
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☢ Just Another Art Freebie Thread ☢ Closed
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Sun Aug 16, 2009 8:36 pm
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:3
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☢ Just Another Art Freebie Thread ☢ Closed
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Sun Aug 16, 2009 8:33 pm
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:3
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☢ Just Another Art Freebie Thread ☢ Closed
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Battleground
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Sun Aug 16, 2009 8:31 pm
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how is everyone today?
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