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[Layleeah]

Layleeah's Testing/Sample Thread.

[Layleeah]

ғεмαℓε иαмεs

→Ferris
→Penelope
→Adèlle
→Charlotte
→Clementine
→Estèe
→Felice
→Gisèle
→Zèphrine
→Valentina
→Alyce
→Angelica [pronounced Ang-elle-eeka]
→Annabelle
→Azzurra
→Nottia
→Gemma
→Marcella
→Xandra

мαℓε иαмεs

→Zane-Alexandre
→Alexandre
→Tray
→Calvin
→Colin
→Dimitri
→Leon
→Leonardo
→Lukas
→Orlando
→Nick
→Addison
→Kaydin
→Aden
→Avary
→Rory



i mostly go for unusual names.
please don't steal any of them.
thanks.

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→#ff55bb
→#ff77aa
→violet
→#cc66ff
→dark orchid
→#8800bb
→#0000cc
→#007799
→dark turquoise
→sky blue
→#55dd00
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Zane-Alexandre Tray Evenison

Beep. Beep. Beep. The most annoying sound in the world; an alarm clock. A lump rolled over in his bed, mounds of blankets and pillows covering every inch that could be visible. Zane-Alexandre, is this young man's name. Zane groaned, and got up, sitting in his warm bed. He felt the many blankets and pillows fall off, and flop onto the ground with barely any sound. Zane sighed, yawned loudly while stretching, and finally found the strength to get up and out of that comfy bed of his. The boy walked over into his bathroom, only in his Family Guy boxers, and started the hot water in his shower. Just a few more hours, and I'm gone from this place...' He thought with a smirk on his blemish-free face. At that moment, Zane almost fell over by the overwhelming head ache that was present most mornings. The boy held onto the counter, steadying himself and taking big breaths through his mouth, wanting the jabbing to go away. Getting drunk the night before going on a very long airplane ride equals terrible idea.

Zane sighed, stripping out of his boxers, and climbing into the shower, squeezing his eyes shut while letting the warm water pelt his face. "Zaney? Sweetums, breakfast is ready downstairs, m'kay pun'kin?" Charlene, Zane's stepmother, said while knocking on his bedroom's door. Zane sighed loudly, grateful that he was going to be away from her for more than a day.

About a half hour later, Zane stepped out of his shower, the towel wrapped securely around him waist, and another towel wiping at his black-dyed hair. The boy dried himself off, walking into his room in the search of fresh boxers. He double-checked that his door was locked so Charlene wouldn't find any way in no matter what. The eighteen year old spotted a clean pair thrown into one of the cubbies in his closet organizer. Zane put them on, then grabbing a pair of dark blue skinny jeans, a black and white checkered t-shirt, and a black zip-up hoodie. He looked at the ground, seeing that most of his clothes were packed away into two suitcases for his trip to Venice with his other classmates. 'Oh fun...A trip with people I hate.'

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About an hour later, Zane was in his maroon Lexus, driving away from his hellhole, and to his heaven. The boy reached the airport about a half hour after he left his house; he was making good time today. Zane-Alexandre had taken two Tylenol and an ibuprofen to calm his massive headache down while he drove. He knew that being doped up on some pills wouldn't make him an any safer driver than with a giant headache. Zane grabbed his two suitcases and DaKine backpack, his carry-on, out of his trunk, and gave the valet his keys, and told the valet not to touch anything inside his Lexus. Like most men, Zane was obsessed with his car, and how fast it went. As his walked onto his shuttle to the airport, Zane glanced around "people-staring" as he called it, and judged them because that was just what he liked to do sometimes.

He walked off of the shuttle, dragging the suitcases behind him, and went straight for the bag-check and all of that other boring s**t in an airport that everyone hates to be in. That took up a little over forty-five minutes, so when it was all over, Zane started looking around for people that he might know.

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Zane-Alexandre Tray Evenison

this one right here's for the riot makers!
the moshers! the stompers! the jail breakers!

Zane watched out his window as the hours passed. The plane ride seemed to take a long time, but at the same time it was pretty efficient. The boy had eaten and drank all of the things in his backpack, like his three Pepsi's and all of the chips and candy. That was quite a lot of food to down in one sitting. Zane watched Gavin a lot of the plane ride, letting his thoughts go in every direction.

The boy didn't feel very good or comfortable during the entire plane ride. Zane tried to doze a little, but always awoke randomly, afraid that sleeping may cause the plane to fall in mid air for some reason.

When the plane landed in Italy, Zane was one of the first people to stand up. He was so grateful that the ride was over. He was actually starting to feel queasy, and didn't want to throw up. That would've been embarrassing for him. He began to walk off the plane, with his two suitacses dragging behind him, as he followed a few other of his classmates out of the airplane. Zane smiled brightly when they stepped off the the plane, and he felt like there was a huge weight that was just lifted off of his shoulders. He walked through the airport, and got straight onto the bus, which took everyone to they're hotel.

He was kinda hoping that he'd room with Gavin, so Zane wouldn't be with anyone he doesn't know or doesn't like. Gavin just made everything easier for Zane, and that's how it was between them. The boy got off of the bus, and loaded into the amazing hotel. He walked slowly through the lobby, checking out everything, then walking up to the hotel clerk, telling his name and getting a room key. The boy smiled, and walked over to the elevator seeing that everyone was so excited to be in Venice. Zane was too, of course, but he wasn't so giddy about it. Everyone chattered noisily and excitedly in the elevator until it stopped at the floor. He walked out of the elevator, and everyone followed, going to their rooms. Zane walked down the hall, until he saw that Kaiden and Oliver were rooming together. Zane kept walking, until he realized that his room was right next to theirs. He smirked at himself, and unlocked the door, walking in. The room was big and beautiful. Zane didn't know what to think at first, then he dropped his suitcases and began to run around the room, exploring the little rooms inside it.

[Layleeah]

♫Zaney-Boy♫

fillfillfillfillfillfillfillfillfill"So I'm a little shy... What's wrong with that?"

Sunshine broke through the trees and clouds outside, leading a bright trail right to Zane Bradley's closed eyes. The border collie opened his eyes, unwillingly, and he lifted his furry head and looked around for a moment. Cassidy was already downstairs where she usually was in the early morning; Bronx was either with her, his boy, or outside in the sun; Lucy was probably chasing something random outside, like a butterfly or squirrel; Alex was with Bronx, most likely; and Issy was most likely being her hyper-self, and running around like crazy.

The collie finally got up, and he began to walk slowly off of Cassidy's bed, then jumping off the edge. Zane walked out of Cassidy's very comfortable room, and down the hall, to the stairs where the dog yawned making a little sound in the back of his throat, then trotting down the stairs calmly. He walked into the kitchen, then the living room, seeing Cassidy sitting and reading a magazine. He couldn't help but get excited and wag his tail furiously. Zane walked up to her, rubbing his head against her thigh. Her skin was warm through the fabric, and Zane just loved the scent of her. She smelled beautiful to him. The collie turned away from his owner, and trotted outside where all of the other dogs were. Zane sat down on the porch, not saying anything to anyone, and not really feeling like it. The dog yelped slightly, remembering that he still had open cuts on his chest and stomach. Zane lay over onto his left side, trying not to think about the pain that jolted through him. The grass was warm, and still damp from dew. It smelled like the best scents in the world outside; fragrant roses, hardy breakfasts, clean humans, and of course, the scent of many dogs.

Zane looked around, seeing that Lucy was trying to chase a squirrel, while Bronx and Alex talked in slightly hushed tones. Zane looked at Issy, admiring her gleaming black and white fur, and of course, her blue, blue eyes. He remembered, that in his human form, he had eyes that blue. The dog sighed loudly, reminding himself that he had to somehow tell Cassidy that he wasn't just any dog. He was a clone, something that he was transformed into not too long ago. Zane thought about how it would feel to walk on two feet for the first time in so long, or how it would feel to have non-hairy skin, or even to touch someone with fingers. Zane did his doggy smile, which looked more like baring his teeth, remembering that he'd have opposable thumbs again.

The collie leaned up again, being careful not to put too much pressure against his cuts. Zane found a comfortable position, and looked at Issy again, not even knowing what she looked like as a human. 'She'd definitely be a pretty one.' He thought to himself, hoping that no one else heard that. He was always so embarrassed when someone hears a thought like that, and being put on the spot for a skittish dog really doesn't help.

Zane loved Cassidy with all his heart, but after his attack with Bronx, he tried keeping his distance even more than he had already. Zane wasn't as close with all of the other clones, or anyone in the house. The only one he really talked to was Bronx, and Cassidy even though she can't even hear Zane speak to her. Most nights before they go to sleep, Zane with poor out all of his thoughts to her, even though she can't hear them. He'll keep his eyes glued on her face, as if he were trying to memorize her facial features. The dog had always had problems with being shy, even as a human. Zane had tended to exclude himself from everyone at his school, and at home. The only person he had really trusted, ever, was his sister, Xandra, who he hadn't seen in so long. She was his best friend, and he trusted her with so many things that came up for him. Zane didn't exactly have the easy life at school. Sure, he got pretty good grades, but he was constantly made fun of for being a "loner" or "emo". No one had understood him, like Xandra.

Zane was pretty close with his mom, but not his dad, considering his father was in Siberia. Zane and Xandra never understood why their father chose Siberia, of all places, even after the divorce. Zane had figured that his father wanted to be far away from anyone and everyone he knew, because that was the kind of man Zane's father was. Zane tended to take after his father, being shy around people, and when they got too close to him, he pushed them away and isolated himself. Luckily, once Zane met Cassidy, he had learned to let go of the fear that someone will hurt him, when he was the one who hurt everyone.

The dog looked around, then glanced into the house, where he saw Brooke and Cassidy talking. He wanted to be by Cassidy, but he was starting to push away from her, like he did with everyone else. He sighed, and lay his furry head onto his black and white paws, and stared at a tree in the backyard, concentrating hard on its details.

xxxxx

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❝ ғerris иaomi τiggé ❞

"Your eyes are blue like the ocean, baby, I'm lost out at sea..." A black iHome went off, blasting out Stephen Jerzak's song "Cute". Ferris Naomi Tiggé wasn't liking the sound of it. Too happy, too cheerful, too cute. The seventeen year old girl grabbed her iHome remote, pressing the next button, with out moving anything but her arm. Fey was pretty talented when it came to moving one thing at a time. The next thing that the girl heard was "Pretty Fly (For a White Guy)" by the Offspring. That was an improvement. It was sunny outside that day, from what Fey could tell from under her black comforter. The girl yawn loudly, stretching her tan arms out of the covers, punching her headboard by accident. "[********... That hurt." The crank-addict mumbled, slipping her arms back under the covers quickly. Her bed was warm, and her room was cold. Like most teens, this girl slept in, but since she had a hangover from snorting, smoking, or injecting crank into her system most nights, she slept in way longer. Ferris knew that her boyfriend, Anthony, had most likely texted her, or called her. Ever since Ferris had started getting doped up on crank all the time, Anthony had been worrying about her health. Sure, she knew that it was bad for her, but she felt like she didn't want to stop. Crank felt good to her; the high was amazing. She had even tried getting Anthony to try it, but when he said no, she felt hurt for some reason. She wasn't sure why she felt that way, but she had. Her emotions were always confusing her those days.

Fey finally got the strength and will to get up. Once she leaned up, all of her blankets slithered off of her, and either landed on her bed, or went onto the floor, where on of her three dogs were sleeping. Fey watched as her little brown Dachshund, Neuton, scrambled under about three blankets that landed on the floor. Neuton began to run in circles, as far as Ferris could tell, under the blankets, barking. The girl smiled, and began to laugh at her dog, until his nose stuck out of the blanket, sniffing. The Dachshund yawned, and lay down again, the three blankets still on top of him, and his little brown snout and black nose sticking out. Fey giggled at him. He was quite an odd dog. The girl stood up, careful to avoid stepping on her small three-year-old dog, and walked over to her fairly large walk-in closet. There were some clothes and shoes thrown on the floor, while the rest of her clothes were either in a big laundry basket, or still hanging up, for now. Fey looked at each side, running on hand through her shirts on the top row. The girl stopped once she reached the end of her closet, where there were cubbies ceiling-tall. The girl reach for a right side cubby, third one up from the floor, and grabbed out a leopard print Victoria Secret bra. Fey then searched for a pair of panties, that wouldn't look too horrible with her bra. She reached into the cubby hole next to her bra one, and grabbed out a clean pair of panties that were striped black and white, with little pink dogs on them; the Victoria Secret dog.

Ferris turned on her heel, bra and panties in her hands, and walked out of her closet, flicking off the light switch. 'Crank... Crank...' Fey chanted in her head. She stopped in her tracks, changing her thoughts to Anthony. She thought about him, smiling as she walked into her bathroom. She had a pretty wealthy family, which was why she had her own walk-in closet, personal bathroom, and king-sized bed with Egyptian cotton sheets. Her room was decent sized, as well. Her bed was pushed up into the left corner of her wall, nightstand next to her bed, desk on the same wall as her door, and her iHome was on her desk. Ferris set her bra and panties on her countertop, shut her door and locked it, then undressed. She turned the hot water on in her shower, feeling as the water pelted onto her head and back, loosing some knots in her neck. The girl shampooed and conditioned her hair, washed her face, then grabbed on of her white towels, and wrapped it around herself. She secured it by tucking one corner into the towel so she could blow-dry her hair without worrying about her towel falling off. Fey bent down, hearing her knees pop, and reached into the cabinet under her sink, and got out her hair straightener and her blow-drier. The girl plugged in the blow-drier, and faced it towards her almost-soaking wet hair.

Once Ferris finished blow-drying her hair, she stared at herself in the mirror. She was thinner, and paler, due to the crank. Fey didn't necessarily like the way she looked, but she always felt better after she had makeup on and ate. Ferris didn't really like admitting that she was addicted to crank, but she had admitted it once before. She had told Anthony how much she loved it, and craved it, and he made her say it. Not with force, but with his smooth talking words. Ferris immediately remembered why she had fell for Anthony, among any of the other guys that she could've been with. Her parents would've preferred someone other than him, but they were happy as long as Ferris was happy. The seventeen year old unplugged her blow-drier, rolling up the cord around the handle of the blow-drier, then plugging in her straightener. While she waited for it to heat up, the girl took off her towel, and put on her bra and panties. Fey looked at her body in the mirror, noticing that her ribs stuck out more, and that she almost had a four-pack. Her hip bones stuck out more, also. They even looked sharp to touch, she was so skinny. She sighed, closing her eyes, and tilted her head upwards, towards the ceiling light. Fey opened her eyes again, grabbed her straightener and straightener the unruly sections of hair that wanted to curl or kink up. Other than that, Fey's hair was pretty straight. Most days, she didn't even need her straightener. The brunette examined her hair, making sure the part was right, no long hairs in her bangs, ect.

Fey opened up her bathroom door, listening intently to the click and creak as the door opened. She had become to attuned to that sound, and only heard it when she listened closely. The girl walked out of the bathroom, not bothering to turn off the light yet, and walked over to her nightstand, where her BlackBerry Curve was sitting, and charging. Fey sat down on her bed, feeling Neuton scratching at her bare ankles, then jumping into her lap. She petted her dogs head absentmindedly as she began typing a new text to Anthony.

To : Anthony<33
Body : morning babeee. <3

Ferris kept the message short and sweet; she wasn't one to show her feelings very openly. The girl picked up her Dachshund, leaving her cell phone on her bed, and walked into her closet, where Fey set her dog on a big pile of dirty clothes. "What to wear, what to wear..." The girl asked herself, as she picked through random shirts and pants. Ferris decided on wearing a puffy white tank top, her yellow Victoria Secret jacket, and a pair of dark wash skinny jeans. Ferris didn't own any other pants other than shorts, skirts, some capris, and skinny jeans. She hated flare jeans and hadn't worn them since she was in the sixth grade. To her, flare jeans made your legs look short and fat, whereas skinny jeans elongated your legs, and made them look skinnier. "Is this cute, Neuton?" The girl asked her dog, doing a little spin for him. Neuton looked at Fey, and barked, then stood up, and began chasing after his little tail. Ferris giggled at her little dog, picking him up, and walking out of her closet. She set the dog on her bed, where he burrowed himself into the mound of blankets. Ferris turned around, and walked into her bathroom again, and got out her mascara, eyeliner, cover-up, and lip gloss. Fey first put on her cover-up, evening out the paleness and tanness of her face, by making it all look tan. She examined her face in the mirror, making sure that she didn't have any streaks or uneven coloured parts. Ferris moved on to putting on her eyeliner. She did a thin line that got thicker towards the end of her top lid. Once Fey thought that the top lid was good, she moved onto her bottom lid, which was usually the most trouble. Drawing a very thin line without screwing up was pretty hard, especially when your hands were shaky most of the time. Ferris used her left hand to pull the outside part of her eye, making her right eye look Asian, as she applied the black eyeliner smoothly. This morning, she was doing good when it came to doing her makeup. Fey hadn't messed up, yet. The girl moved onto her other eye, messing up a few times, but when she was finished, her eyes looked even and didn't look smudgy. Ferris grabbed her mascara, twisting the top off, then looking at herself in the mirror, making sure that she didn't miss completely with the mascara brush. Fey finished up with her makeup by putting on her slightly pink tinted lipgloss. Fey leaned away from her mirror, poofing up her hair a little with her hands, then rubbing her glossed lips together. Fey smiled at herself in the mirror, then walked out of her bathroom. Fey grabbed her car keys, phone, and iPod, then headed downstairs.

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❝ ғerris иaomi τiggé ❞

"Morning, sweetums. I have some breakfast ready for you, if you want it." A fairly short woman with dyed auburn coloured hair said; Ferris's mother, Alexandria. Fey smiled at her mother, not bothering to say anything; she wasn't hungry most mornings, and Alexandria knew that. Ever since Ferris was little, her mother told her to call her either mother, mom, or Alexandria. Once Fey had felt like she grown out of the "mom" stage, she called Alexandria, Alexandria. Fey walked into the living room, which was basically the focal point of the house; all of the parties, with or without family, were held there. That's where Ferris and her friends usually hung out, or in her room. Especially in her room if it was at night, when Fey could sneak out with them and go to a party where she could get high and drunk. The girl sat down, immediately running a hand through her bangs, making sure that they were still in place.

Fey looked around for a moment, then grabbed a "Glamour" magazine, flipping through the smooth pages that smelled like perfume. There were a few articles that interested the girl, but not many. Like most magazines, "Glamour" was all about sex, makeup, hair, and fashion. Ferris didn't need help or advice on any of those topics. Once Ferris decided to start reading an article, she remembered that she needed her glasses. She was blind without them, but made it by most of the time. The seventeen year old looked around for a minute, spotting her purse sitting on the black leather footrest in the right corner of the room. Ferris got up, grunting slightly, and walked over to where her purse sat. It was a pink and gray Juicy Couture purse; one of the newest in the new line of purses. The girl searched through it for a moment, then found her black rimmed glasses. She had been begging Alexandria for weeks for contacts, but of course, Alexandria told Fey that she could get contacts when she couldn't see the TV correctly. Obviously, Fey tried telling her mother that she couldn't, but Alexandria didn't buy the lie.

As the girl sat back down in her spot on the couch, her phone vibrated in her back pocket, making her sit up uncomfortably and get it out. She looked at the screen of her BlackBerry, and received a message from Anthony. The girl read it quickly, glad that she had her reading glasses now, and began to type back.

To : Anthony<33
Body : i'm goooood.
a tad hungover from last night...
man, there was this one girl that almost od'ed on crack last night.
kinda scary.
how are you?

Once Ferris sent the message to her beloved Tony, she began to remember that night before.

Fey walked up to a big house, booming with music and laughter. Ferris opened up the door, seeing her friend Nottia chugging down a cup of beer which was most likely not her first. "Hey babe! Glad you could make it!" Nottia slurred, draping her skinny arm around Ferris's shoulder. "I'm having so much fun already. There's this cute college guy over there in the grey jacket — see him? — and he's my designated driver for the night. Inn't he kee-youte?" Nottia slurred so bad, that Ferris could barely understand her friend. "Yeah, I guess he's alright. Anyway, I'm gonna go grab a beer and snort a little, then I'll be back, m'kay? Don't run off." Fey said, shaking off Nottia's arm, and walking into the kitchen. There was a bag of unopened red cups, so Ferris decided to open it. With the edge of her pinky nail, she broke the plastic wrap that surrounded the cups, grabbed one, and walked over to where the keg was on the porch.

As Ferris walked out to the keg, she saw some people snorting up either cocains, crack, or crank. "What kind is that?" She asked a blond guy with curly long hair. "Crank. There's some coke, too, though." Ferris nodded, and walked over to the keg, filling up her cup with the cold, fizzy beer. The girl sat down next to the blond-curly-hair guy, waiting for her turn to snort. She took out two one dollar bills, rolled them up, and snorted a line.

The girl tried to remember more of last night, but everything went fuzzy. She faintly remembered snorting about five lines, drinking about three cups of beer, drinking some shots, and smoking a bit of weed. When she tried to think about the details of last night, Fey's head began to pound even worse than it already did. The girl groaned loudly, pressing her fingertips onto her temples, then rubbing in a circular motion. "Alexandria? Could you get me two Tylenol and a glass of iced water? Thanks." Fey said, not opening her eyes, or bothering to wait for Alexandria to answer. A second later, she heard shuffled footsteps in the kitchen, the clank of ice in a glass, then water, the opening and closing of a cabinet, then she felt her mother's presence in front of her. "Here, sweetie. Headache? You've been getting a lot of those lately, huh?" Alexandria said, handing the glass of water into Fey's waiting hand, and pressing the two Tylenol into her other hand. "Thanks." She mumbled, sticking the pills in her mouth then swallowing the water down with them.

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❝ ғerris иaomi τiggé ❞

Ferris closed her eyes once again, waiting for the Tylenol to take action and smooth the headache away. 'Maybe I should slow down on the partying... I feel like s**t.' Fey thought as she lifted her hands, and planted them on top of her eyes, shutting out all of the light in the living room. "Ferry? Hon, you sure you're okay? Gotta temp or anything?" Alexandria called from the kitchen, dropping five or six pieces of bacon into a frying pan. "Yeah, Alex, I'm just fine and dandy." Ferris mumbled under her breath. The girl opened her eyes again, and looked into the kitchen as she heard her father's shuffled footsteps trot down the stairs and into the kitchen. "Mornin' everyone! Well, everyone except Isaac. That boy still sleeping?" Ferris's father, Drake, said. Drake looked out into the living room, seeing Fey sitting on the leather sofa, dressed and ready. "Plans today, kiddo?" Drake said with a small, thin-lipped smile. Ferris nodded and halfway smiled at her father. Like her mother, Ferris called her father by his first name, even though he tried getting her to call him "dad" or at least "Papa". Didn't work out so well for the man. Drake was a handsome man; he had dark, dark brown hair, piercing green eyes, a wide smile full of perfectly straight and whitened teeth (considering he's a dentist), and was about six-foot three inches. Much taller than Ferris's mother who stood at a mere five-foot four inches.

The girl looked around for a moment, feeling the magazine slide off of her jeans and onto the floor, thinking that she heard her little brother, Isaac, waking up. They were pretty close, even though they had a three year age difference, and looked nothing alike. Isaac was a tall boy, about six-foot one inch, platinum blond hair, Alexandria's blue eyes, and Drake's big smile. The only thing in common those two had was their nose, which people didn't realize right away, as you could guess. Fey jumped up from the sofa, BlackBerry in hand, and walked quickly down the short hallway that led to the stairs. Once the girl was at the top of the staircase, she saw her brother, door open, stretching in the middle of his room, yawning loudly. "Hey, ********]" Ferris said as she walked into her brother's room, that reeked of Chocolate Axe. "Hi, Fey." Her brother mumbled, scratching the back of his head. The girl walked over to her brother's bed, sitting down, then leaning back and laying down. "I'm so hungover." Ferris said to her brother as he walked over to his closet, grabbing clothes. Isaac's room was a tad smaller than Fey's; it had the walk-in closet, but no bathroom, which Isaac, of course, hated. He always wanted Ferris's room, just for the closet and bathroom.

Ferris smirked at her brother as he absentmindedly started petting his dog, Nubert, a big golden retriever that was three years old. Fey felt her phone vibrate in her back pocket, and she arched her back, not lifting her head, only just managing to her her BlackBerry out of her pocket. She always forgot to put her cell phone in her front pocket, where it was easier access. The girl read over the message from her boyfriend, and smirked again.

To : anthony<33
Body : yeah i'm okay, just a little scared about that.
uhmmm, you could i guess.
i'm kinda sick of my house.
park, instead maybe?

Ferris sent the message to Tony, deciding that putting her phone in her front pocter was easier, and slipped it into the yellow jacket. Fey leaned up on Isaac's bed, yawning, and looking at Nubert who was laying on the ground, belly up. The girl smiled and pet the dog's tummy as helet his tongue loll out in happiness. Nubert was the craziest dog in the house, and was hard to control most of the time. Nu (Nubert's nickname) usually spent his time with Isaac, mostly because Isaac had named Nubert and cared for the dog. Mostly. Sometimes Isaac forgot to take Nubert on a walk, or feed him, which was where Alexandria would come in and take the poor puppy out.

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[Layleeah]

Ah, summertime. The busiest time of year at Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes; the most popular joke shop in Diagon Alley (or basically the most popular shop there). George Weasley and his twin Fred had opened the shop about three months before; how, you ask? Well, their littlest brother, Ronald Weasley's best friend, Harry Potter, had given the twins one thousand galleons from the Triwizard Tournament, which Harry had won. George walked around the big, many-story-high shop, watching the admired faces of young witches and wizards as they looked at the bizarre things that the twins had made up over the years. One of the most popular items that were on the rage for the Hogwarts students, were the candies that made them sick so they could miss class; although the most popular item within that category was the Nosebleed Nougat. "Oh, my dear young one, I'd be careful with that," George said, seeing a young first year looking at some of the more advanced joke shop items. "I'm sure that you won't be needing anything like that for now, but why not try one of our Patented Daydream Charms? Atta boy." George said with a smile, as he handed the small blonde boy a box which held the charm inside. The blonde boy smiled up at George, handed him two Sickles and a Knut fort he box, and skipped out of the shop, looking happy.

George peered around the shop, then looked down at his pinstriped vest and pants, with gold buttons, gold pocket watch, and a gold button up shirt underneath. The pinstripes on his outfit were bright, vibrant colours; red and violet. Not the most manly, he knew, but the colours fit the mood and other colours of the shop. George then saw his twin, Fred, pick up a girl. George felt a little flutter in his stomach, seeing that it was Ronald's friend, Hermione. No one exactly knew, but George had a little crush on her, even though she was two years younger. Ron had also told George, though, that he liked Hermione, without knowing George did, and said that he wanted to ask her out. George had hoped that he would be able to swoon Hermione faster than his no-experience brother, Ron. George thought for a moment, then a loud crack went through the air as the red-haired twin Apparated right in the middle of the shop, where his family and few friends were gather round. "Ah, Hermione. How to you like the shop?" George asked, as he leaned in and hugged her round the waist. George leaned back upright, seeing Harry, and smiled. "Harry! Good for you to show up. I'll be glad to give you anything you want for free. No matter what." George said, as Fred nodded vigorously. The twins watched as Harry began to shake his head but they stopped him. "Don't even try, Harry, this shop is up and running because of you." Fred said, once he was sure that Molly, Fred and George's mother, was out of earshot.

George looked around for a moment, then spotted something that he thought that Harry might be interested in. "Shield Gloves. Just like the charm, only just for your hands. Take them." He said, with a large ear-to-ear smile as he shoved the box into Harry's hands. George looked at Harry, who smiled a little, and nodded. George's attention went to Ronald, as he saw his tall little brother picking up many boxes, turned around and marched up to George. "How much, George?" Ronald asked. George deliberated for a moment, calculating in his head, then smiled slyly. "Four Galleons, nine Sickles, and two Knuts." He said after a moment of thinking. George watched as Ron's mouth dropped, and his pale face began to redden. "But I'm your brother!" Ron said, brows furrowed and red hair falling into her eyes. "Oh. Right, well how about I'll take off the two Knuts, eh?" George said, trying not to laugh out loud as his little brother got redder and redder by the moment. He heard Ron groan, then drop the boxes on the floor, without breaking anything, then stomping away to a different display. "Oh, George look at what you done. You've made little Ronald angry." Fred said smiling broadly, nudging George with his bony elbow. George shrugged, and looked at Hermione with one more fleeting glance, before he walked over to the stairs, taking two at a time, seeing his little sister, Ginny now up stairs.

"Well, well, well. What have you found, miss Ginny?" George asked his red-haired sister. Ginny was picking up a few crystal bottles that were different potions for class-time. "How much for two boxes of the Daydream Charm? And for the candy that make you pass out?" Ginny asked, holding the four boxes in each arm. "Well, since you are my one and only little sister, I'll take the Galleon off, and just let you have the charms for six Sickles." George said. He knew that Ron would be mad once Ginny told the family that she got a way better discount that her brother. "Alright, thanks George!" Ginny replied, smiling as she grabbed her little leather handbag and pulled out the six silver coins. Ginny smiled once more at her brother, then bounded down the steel stairs to their mother, raving about the discount from George. The eighteen year old smile to himself, glad that business was booming, and that it wouldn't be dying out any time soon.

George Weasley roamed around his store, taking stolen glances at Hermione, but making it look smooth and casual by looking at Harry or Ron after or before. George had realized he liked Hermione around December of the previous year, at Hogwarts. Hermione was studying constantly for her upcoming O.W.L.'s, that all fifth-years' had to take. Now that George was out of Hogwarts, he obviously didn't see Hermione very much, which was a shame. George didn't have any classes with her, of course, and when he was at Hogwarts, and the only time he did, him and Fred were usually getting yelled at for testing their newest Weasley products on first-years'. Hermione had thought that the idea was awful, of course, but the poster on the announcement board clearly stated that the first-years would most likely get hurt somehow during the testing process. Luckily, Fred and George couldn't get in much trouble during their last year at Hogwarts. They had done something that everyone would talk about for years, which was leave Hogwarts, but during the middle of the fifth-years' O.W.L.'s, and not making the exit unnoticed. The eighteen year old smiled at every one of the kids that walked past him, carrying various boxes that held different charms and potions. Many first- and second-years' were trying to gain entrance into the back room, where only witches and wizards fourteen and older could enter. The back room held more advanced items, that the first- and second-years' could not be trusted with; mostly because they wouldn't entirely be able to understand the items; but, then again, mostly because they were just too young. George smiled to himself, and thought, 'My life is great.'

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]What I had to do, had to run from you
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It was a sunny day, as you can imagine, in New Mexico. A tall, muscular figure was lying in bed as the sun rose into the sky, and shone through his very open window. The figure, named Addison Tray Orlando, rolled over and groaned into his pillow. The twenty-two year old rolled over again, and checked the time on his iHome. '10:33' It read. Addison made a face at his iHome, then plunked his head back down onto the soft mound of pillows that he slept on. As the day grew even sunnier, Addison realized that it was too hard for him to sleep with his window wide open, and the city sounds rushing up into his apartment. Addison sighed, which turned into a yawn, then sat up and stretched his very muscular arms into the air. The boy squinted, and looked around his room, which looked as if the light switch was turned on, even though he knew for a fact, that it was off. Addison kept his brown eyes squinted as he looked around his room, trying to find some sort of pants. Addison looked for about a minute or so, then found a pair of old Adidas basketball shorts. The boy put then shorts on, then walked into his bathroom. He put his hands down on the countertop, and hung his head for a moment, recalling the night before. Addison had made out with Ashley, remembering how gorgeous she had looked the night before. It was odd, because Addison usually didn't hand out with girls who weren't from Santa Fe, but he didn't care with her. They had started dating, and Addison absolutely adored her. He didn't need any of the other girls in Launchpad. He just needed her.

The boy smiled as he thought of Ashley, knowing that she would probably call him soon. The boy looked up at his reflection, smiling a closed-lipped smile, then realized how awful he looked at the moment. His smile turned into a grimace, and he decided it was time for him to shower. Addison stripped off his basketball shorts and boxers, then walked into his shower turning the water to hot. Ad washed himself quickly, wanting to get his phone, and check if Ashley had called or texted him. The twenty-two year old turned the water off, grabbing his navy blue towel and tying it around his hips. Addison walked out of the hot bathroom and into his one bedroom apartment. The apartment was pretty bear; it had modern black leather furniture, flat screen above the mantle, very few pictures, and looked like someone didn't entirely live there. Addison shrugged to himself, then walked back into his bedroom and went in search for clothes. The boy found a fresh pair of boxers, the first step of his outfit, then began to try and find some jeans to wear. There were many pairs of jeans sprawled out over the white carpet of Addison's floor. It was usually pretty hard to find a clean pair that looked alright. Sometimes, Ad would accidentally pick up a very old pair that he had forgotten to throw out, and would try them on to realize that they're way too tight and short. As the boy raided through his closet, then decided that his normal pair of jeans would do. They were pretty worn, but they looked great on Ad. To him, they were his lucky jeans. He always got the hottest girl wearing them, including Ashley.

Addison smiled to himself and shook his head as he pulled on his jeans. He pulled them up most of the way, then let them sag. He walked around for a moment, trying to think of wear his brown belt was, then realized that it was probably somewhere under his bed. Addison groaned loudly, pressing the palms of his hands onto his eyes. He always lost that belt somewhere. The boy got onto his hands and knees, then crawled over to his bed, which was overflowing with blankets and pillows. Addison sighed as he sat on his knees in front of his bed. He furrowed his brows, then dove under. The first thing that he found under there were countless dust bunnies; everywhere. The boy coughed into the crease of his elbow, trying not to breathe in the nasty dust that was already filling his nostrils. He looked around some more, elbow covering his mouth and nose, and crawled further under his bed until he spotted it; his belt! Addison dove for it, raising more dust bunnies, grabbed it with his left hand, and crawled out from the underside of his bed as quickly as possible. Once he was out, Addison took a deep breath of the clean, non-dusty air in his room and looked down at his belt. It was covered in dust, but once he brushed all of that off it looked good as new. Addison looped the belt through all of its little loops on his jeans, tightened it to the point where his pants wouldn't fall off his a**, and sighed.

Addison walked over to his iHome, which sat next to his laptop, and turned on his iPhone which was charging. He went to his songs putting them on shuffle, then walked into his closet again, bobbing his head slightly as "The Downfall of Us All" by A Day to Remember came on. Addison's closet was filled ankle-deep with clothes on the floor, some in need of a washing, others were still clean. Addison looked at the ground where his feet were currently buried under the mounds of clothes, and saw a cream coloured shirt with Bambi on it, that said "Bambi and the Sex Pistols", the last two words in larger font than the other words. Ad put his shirt on, then walked back into his room where his iPhone was playing "Back in Black" by ACDC. Addison walked around his room, unsure of what to do. He was done getting ready, and decided it was time to eat some breakfast/lunch. The boy grabbed his phone, which was still playing music, set it on the kitchen counter, and opened up his refrigerator, unable to decide what to eat. He had some leftover pizza, some burritos in the freezer, Eggo waffles, cereal, and chips. Oh, he also had a lot of Pepsi's. The boy decided on the Eggo waffles, grabbing them out of his freezer, Addison walked over to where the coffee maker sat, already brewing the coffee, and popped two of the waffles into the toaster for two minutes.

As Addison waited for his food to cook, he grabbed the Ruffle's on the top of his fridge, opened up the bag, and took a handful out. He rolled the top of the bag up and threw it back on top of the fridge where it crinkled unwillingly. A moment after Addison finished eating the greasy chips, his waffles popped up from the toaster. Ad grabbed one of the towels that was hanging from the fridge's handle, wiped his hands off, then grabbed the two, hot waffles and dropped them on a plate. Addison grabbed a fork, some syrup, and a cup of coffee and sat down at the kitchen table and began to eat. Once the boy was done, he dropped his plate into the dishwasher and sat down in the living room. The boy grabbed the remote control, turned the television on, and began to flip through the channels.

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See I wanna move but I can't escape from you
So I keep it low, keep a secret code
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[Layleeah]

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"Alright, does everyone have everything? Ronald, please do something about that owl!" Mrs. Weasley said as Pidwidgeon fluttered excitedly in his cage. Ron looked at his mother, and once she turned away, he mustered up a scowl about his mother teasing him about Pigwidgeon being overly hyper. "Can't help that he's mental..." Ron mumbled as he pushed his trolley forward, almost running into Harry from behind. Harry slowed down, and let Fred and George pass, both in dragonhide jackets, and walked next to Ron. Ron looked at Hedwig, who hooted happily in her cage, and glared at Hedwig too; no matter what pet Ron had, it was always something that no one liked very much. First, Scabbers the twelve year old rat that turned out to be Peter Pettigrew who was an unknown Animagus, and now Pidwidgeon who was an overly hyper owl, and would almost never shut up. But, at least he had an owl, and didn't need to use the old family owl who was almost dead.

The Weasleys' and Harry all walked up to platform Nine and three quarters, and leaned casually against the brick wall, then leaned into even more when the Muggles weren't looking, and disappeared onto the platform. Ron and Harry stood facing each other, hands on their trolleys and looked around casually, checking for looking Muggles. No Muggle was looking, so the two friends pushed into the brick wall, and melted into it, then coming out of the other side, onto platform Nine and Three Quarters. Ronald looked around, seeing many Hogwarts students saying good-bye to their parents, then running onto the train, and greeting old friends. Ron saw Harry speed forward a little, seeing Hermione running towards the two boys, in her white sweatshirt and casual Muggle blue jeans. "Hi." She said a little breathlessly as she hugged Harry, then Ron. Ron, of course, was a little awkward when it came to girls, and just barely touched her waist when he hugged her. Hermione let go of Ron and turned to Harry again, her cheeks filled with colour, and they began to talk. Ron sighed, and didn't bother to listen to what they were talking about; they usually discussed the Dark Lord, and what not.

Ron didn't even realized who was hugging him, until Ron checked, and it was Lavender Brown. The redhead put one arm around her, and patted her back. He wasn't particularly friends with her, and was sure that she was dared to hug him, or something. "N-nice seeing you, R-Ron." Lavender said, while looked at her feet, then running back to a group of girls. Ron felt his cheeks and ears go hot. The boy looked down at her feet, and pushed his trolley forward, hoping that the entrance to the train was close by. "Ron. Ron!" Ron snapped his head up, seeing that he was about to run over Hermione. "Sorry, Hermione. Ron said, with a small smile. He looked to his left, seeing that Harry was trying not to laugh out loud. Hermione rolled her eyes and walked onto the train. Ron broke into a big smile, and snickered with Harry before they loaded onto the train. Ron left his trolley, along with Harry, and they both loaded onto the train as it hooted loudly, indicating that it was about a minute's time before it would leave. The boys started walking down the corridor to the compartments, until Ron remembered that he was a prefect. "I'll see you later, mate." Ron said, as he waved to Harry, then walked towards the front of the train and into the prefect compartment. The redhead saw that Hermione was already sitting, and she looked up, then patted the spot next to her. Ron sat down, and chewed on the inside of his cheek so he wouldn't say anything stupid. The Hogwarts Express gave one more, long hoot, and it began to move. The train lurched forward, and began speeding down the tracks, towards Hogwarts.

"Welcome back, prefects, to another year at Hogwarts." Professor McGonagall said loudly so all of the students in that compartment would hear. "I have your new passwords, the prefect rules, and your times to walk the train corridors." McGonagall said. She talked for about a half hour's time, then finally stopped, and told everyone that the food cart would be heading up this way soon. "There is no, Malfoy, picking on first-years'. If you do, and I happen to know, that will be an automatic ten points taken. Do it again, you are no longer a prefect." McGonagall added, seeing that Malfoy was snickering about something with another Slytherin. Ron smirked as he watched Malfoy sober up, and nod politely to McGonagall. "Good. Now go on, I'm sure your friends are waiting." She added, with a swish of her wand, and the compartment door opened. Ron smiled as he and Hermione made their way through the very busy corridor, trying to find Harry's compartment. "Sometimes, I hate being a prefect." Ron said to Hermione, as they looked into each compartment. "Of course you would think that, Ron. You don't like responsibility." Hermione said curtly. Ron scowled at Hermione, and sped ahead of her a little. He looked into the next compartment, and saw Harry, Ginny, and Neville. Ron smiled as he opened the door and sat next to his sister. "Hey." Ron said to everyone. "Hey, Ron." Harry said with a smile. Hermione walked in next, looking irritated. "Thanks for leaving me, Ronald." She said with her arms crossed, then sitting next to Harry, and across from Ron. "Sorry, its hard to hang out with someone all the time who's really bossy." Ron retorted, glaring back at Hermione. "How was the prefect meeting?" Harry asked quickly so Ron and Hermione wouldn't start the day off arguing. "Boring." Ron said shortly. "It was normal. A few more rules than last year, of course. Filch keeps making more rules about Weasley products and whatnot." Hermione said, taking the conversation into more detail.

Ron glared at Hermione once she wasn't looking, and looked out the window. Many wheat fields were rolling by, turning into green grass, which soon turned into dense woods. Ron had barely talked the entire train trip, not bothering to say anything to Ginny who got up and walked out of the compartment with Dean Thomas about ten minutes after Ron and Hermione arrived. Ginny and Dean seemed to be getting more serious, which bothered Ron. "Well, you are her onyl older brother at Hogwarts now, and you see her everyday. So, its obvious that you would be overly protective. Most older brothers are. Just, don't go off yelling at her for snogging a boy in the hallway." Hermione said, adding the last bit when she saw that Ron was about to say something. "But — she — why wouldn't I yell at her? Snogging in the hallway? That makes her look so... so... you know!" Ron spluttered. Even he didn't understand was he was saying for the most part. "You've got to let go sometime, Ron." Hermione said quietly to Ron, who was growing red. Ron harrumphed, crossed his arms, and stayed silent for the rest of the trip, mostly.

The train slowed, then lurched to a stop, making Ron slide out of his seat a little. "It looks like we're here." Hermione said, fastening the last button on her cloak. Ron stood up, just as Harry, Hermione, and Neville did. They all reached up, grabbing they're trunks, then sliding open the compartment door, and squeezed their way out of the Hogwarts Express. "Firs' years over here! Firs' years!" Ron and Harry turned, seeing they're half-giant friend and teacher, Hagrid, calling the scared first years to himself. "Hiya, Harry! Ron!" Hargid yelled at them, waving his giant hand at them. Ron smiled at Hagrid, waving back, as did Harry. The two boys turned around, expecting to see Hermione standing there, waving at Hagrid, but she was already walking over to the dirt path that led to Hogwarts. "Try not to aggravate her too much this year, Ron." Harry said quietly as they dragged their heavy trunks to the carriages. Ron looked at Harry, made a face, and nodded slowly. "Fine. I'll try." He said, throwing his trunk into the carriage, then taking the seat towards the back of the carriage. Ron looked around for a moment, trying to see a platinum blonde girl walking around, talking about Crumple Horned Snorkacks or something. Finding no luck, Ron looked down at his feet, watching Pidwigeon hoot loudly at him. "Shut up." He said to his owl, frowning.

❝ Bloody hell! ❞

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As Ron sat quietly in the carriage, sometimes looking up at Harry or Hermione who were, of course, talking about You-Know-Who and why Harry's scar always hurt. Ron usually was in on the conversation, as well but he was too busy staring at his feet. Pidwigeon still hooted from inside his cage. "Do you know how to shut the bloody hell up?" Ron mumbled, nudging the cage the toe of his black shoes, which was hand-me-downs from Charlie, Ronald's older brother. The redhead lifted his head, looking into the woods that were surrounding them, not paying attention to what Harry and Hermione were discussing until Harry said Ron's name. "What?" He asked, jerking his head in Harry's direction. "I said, what do you think about it, Ron?" Harry said. Ron furrowed his red brows and stared at Harry, trying to figure out what his friend was talking about. "About what?" Ron asked stupidly. "About Voldemort getting stronger with the connection of my scar. Oh, stop with that look Ron, everyone already knows that Voldemort exists again!" Harry said, ignoring Ron's mumbled, "You-Know-Who." Ronald absolutely hated it when someone actually said the Dark Lord's name; he felt like it was cursed, or something. Ron felt Hermione's stare on the side of his head, so he turned and looked at her. Hermione's brows were also furrowed as her bushy brown hair fluttered in the wind around her. Ron slowly turned back to Harry, but looking straight back at Hermione who was still staring at him. Once he did the double-take at her, with a stupid expression on his pale face, Hermione broke into a smile, and tried not to laugh. Ron smiled as well, and turned back to Harry for real. "You already know my opinion on You-Know-Who's connection to your scar, Harry. Of course its getting stronger; 'cause he is! It makes perfect sense." Ronald said. Not a moment after Ronald spoke, he heard that dreamy voice that was carried by the pale, blonde, and very eccentric Luna Lovegood.

Ron couldn't help but to break into a stupid smile as she sat down next to him. "Hi, Luna." Ronald said, realizing that he wasn't supposed to look like her liked her. No one knew, naturally. Everyone would think he's the craziest boy in England for liking Luna Lovegood, and Ron knew it. He cleared his throat, and took the stupid, love-stricken smile off of his face. Ron hadn't even told Harry, his best friend. That was saying something, for sure. Ron looked around, and chewed on the inside of his cheek making his trademark face of his lips going to one side. Ronald's mother had always made fun of him for his "uh-oh" face; apparently, when he was a baby he had made that face when he made an uh-oh. Ron felt his ears go hot, but sighed in relief when he remembered that his red hair covered his ears. He definitely didn't want his mother telling anyone about the story; it was probably the most embarrassing story about him. Although, the most embarrassing story of the Weasley family, was when Fred and George thought that they were girls at the age of five. They went into Mrs. Weasley's closet, and put on all of the girliest clothes she had, including her makeup and jewelry. The twins had acted like that for over a month, and Mr. and Mrs. Weasley didn't stop it; they took pictures instead and showed them all the time to people.

Ron couldn't help but to break into a smile as he thought about the pictures that were all over the Weasley house; Mrs. Weasley had even put a charm on the pictures so they couldn't be removed, to Fred and George's embarrassment. The redhead looked up at Ginny, who wouldn't remember that very funny month. Ron watched Ginny for a few moments, realizing that she kept stealing glances at Harry on the carriage. Ron cocked his head to the side and watched her for a minute longer until she finally noticed him looking. "God, Ron, what?" Ginny asked nervously, obviously realizing that Ron knew that she still liked Harry. Ron smirked and shook his head. "Nothing, Ginny." He replied, trying not to laugh out loud. She liked Harry, but was dating Dean Thomas? That certainly didn't make much sense. Ron never could, and probably never would, understand the way girls' brains worked.

The carriage began to move forward, slowly at first, but gained quite a bit of speed as it hurtled down the rocky dirt pathway, that led away from Hogsmeade, and towards the giant castle of Hogwarts. Ron took a few stolen glances at Luna, who seemed to be smiling no matter what, and staring off into the distance. Ron sighed, almost silently, and looked into the woods that they passed by. Ronald felt like he always fell for girls that wouldn't like him; like in his fourth-year, he had accidentally shouted at Fleur, a part-Veela French girl, to go to the Yule Ball with him and it hadn't turned out nicely. He ran away from there, and was brought back up to the Gryffindor common room, completely terrified. Then, there was Hermione, who Ron thought he would've dated, until she revealed that she and Viktor Krum still were in touch, which made Ron feel hopeless. And now Luna, the most eccentric girl in school who didn't have many friends. Ron dropped his head into his hands and sighed again. His brain seemed to think that going for the wrong girls was right, even though it obviously was wrong.

It was a clear night, and the stars seem to wink at Ron. He felt like if he reached up, he could grab a handful, then throw them back up into the sky. The boy sighed as he looked to his left slightly, seeing the gleaming lake, where the first-years' were all on boats with the overly-large Hagrid leading the way on the first boat, shouting back at the first-years' who squealed as they spotted the giant squid underneath their boats. Ron looked forward, seeing Hogwarts and its lights glistening through the windows. The biggest windows of the Great Hall seemed to sparkle like the stars; Dumbledore had always put some sort of charm on the ceiling of the Great Hall, so it would mimic the weather outside. When it was snowy during wintertime, the snow seemed to come from the ceiling, but then melt out of nowhere right above the House tables.

❝ Bloody hell! ❞

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The carriage had finally stopped out in front of the Hogwarts gates, where Ronald saw Filch standing there with his nasty, and quite ugly cat, Mrs. Norris. The redhead saw that everyone was stepping out of the carriage and Ron jumped up, almost bonking heads with Harry. Ron backed up as much as he could in the limited space of the very crowded carriage and let Harry pass with Hedwig in her cage, and Harry's trunk clunking along behind him. Ronald grabbed his trunk as well, tempted to just kick it off of the carriage, but resisted the urge realizing that it would most likely break a few of his toes. As Ron grabbed the metal handle on his trunk and lugging it off of the carriage, he felt a jolt of pain in his right foot; the boy looked down, seeing the his trunk had landed right on top of his foot. Ron cursed under his breath then pushed the trunk away. Ron's red hair traveled towards his blue eyes, making everything have an orange-ish tint as Ron attempted to move his trunk towards Harry and Hermione who were walking towards the gates. The redhead sighed loudly, wishing that he had better luck; he figured that at least one toe was broken, but Mrs. Pomfey could mend something like that in less than five minutes, easy.

As Filch mutter miserable under his breath about whippings, Ron had managed to reach Harry and Hermione, his toe throbbing painfully in protest as Ronald put his weight on his bad foot. "Ron, are you in pain?" Hermione asked, laughter floating in her voice. "Yes, Hermione. I am in pain 'cause I'm pretty sure my toe is broken." Ron said irritably, shoving past Hermione and standing next to Harry who was dropping off his trunk and Hedwig on the pile that seemed to grow larger and larger. Ron dropped his very heavy trunk on the pile, and set Pidwigeon next to the trunk. "'Bye, Pig." Ronald said to his owl as it hooted after him, fluttering around in its cage. As they waited for Filch to lead them into the school, Ron felt Luna walk up next to him. The boy couldn't help but to look at her for a moment, but before he could avert his eyes, she caught him looking. "I — I'm not staring. You've, er, got something in your hair." Ron said plainly gesturing to Luna's white-blonde hair. Ron felt his cheeks and ears go hot as he turned his face away from Luna.

Luna was Loony Luna Lovegood! Why was Ronald so interested in her? Sure, he thought that she was pretty, but even Harry had admitted at one point that Luna had a pretty face, but a weird personality. It wasn't unknown. As Ron inched away from Luna, trying to look inconspicuous, he managed to get farther away from her, but closer to Hermione. The bushy-haired girl glanced at Ron and sighed. "Ron, where's your Prefect badge?" Hermione asked, exasperated. Ron's brows furrowed confusedly, he thought that he was wearing it. The boy patted down his chest, trying to feel it, then dug his pale hands into his pockets. The boy dug deeper into the lint filled pockets, finally feeling the cold front of his Prefect badge. Ron pulled it out, a triumphed smile on his face as he pinned it on the right side of his chest. Ron looked at Hermione, pointed to it, and smile largely again. He saw her roll his eyes, obviously annoyed that Ron was so disorganized compared to someone like her.

Filch finally stopped his muttering, and looked at all of the second, third, fourth, fifth, sixth, and seventh years. "This way, students!" He wheezed loudly. Ron began to walk forward, hearing the muttering of Filch start back up as everyone murmured to one and other about Hogwarts. Everyone was excited, except for the Slytherins. Malfoy and his crew of Pansy Parkinson, Crabbe, Goyle, and a few others laughed and imitated random younger years as they tripped or stumbled because of Malfoy's foot. Ron shook his head as he watched Malfoy trip, yet, another second year, and this one falling flat on her stomach. Ron stopped, turned, and walked over to the second-year girl who was still laying on her stomach. Malfoy and his crew laughed loudly, walking away as Ron helped her up. "Just ignore them; they're all pricks." Ronald said reassuringly to the girl who seemed to be mopping up tears and snot on her Hogwarts robes. Ron patted her back, and jogged back to his friends, ignoring the pain in his right foot.

❝ Bloody hell! ❞

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As Ronald jogged back to Harry and Hermione, he saw Luna walk over to the girl who was tripped, comforting her. Ron smiled a small smile to himself; Luna was a very nice girl, and didn't seem to care about what anyone said about her. Ron wiped the smile off of his pale face once he heard Malfoy make fun of Luna for being "loony". Ron bit back his urge to tackle Malfoy, and to make him take back what he said. But, Hermione obviously couldn't keep to herself about it. When she started going off on Malfoy, Ronald watched at the pale blonde's face drain of colour for a moment, the smirk coming off as well, until Filch told the students to start walking up to the school. Ron hated Malfoy the moment he met him on the train in his first year; Malfoy had knew who Ron was because he was one of the few people who got hand-me-downs, unlike Malfoy who had new robes every year. Malfoy was a cruel git, and not many people liked him; for all Ron knew, Malfoy paid Crabbe and Goyle to follow him around.

As all of the Hogwarts students began to walk towards the school, Ron saw Luna, unfazed, walking by herself. He wanted to walk with her, but he was dragged into conversation with Hermione and Harry, who were discussing plans to make Malfoy's mouth come off. Ron joined in on the conversation, forgetting about his urge to be around Luna, and laughed as Harry imitated what Malfoy would look like with no mouth. Ron felt himself being shoved as Malfoy pushed his way through the crowd to be in front. Under his breath, Ron heard Malfoy mutter, "Blood-traitor." Ron turned to face Malfoy, who was wearing his usual sneer at Ron. "Go find your precious Crabbe and Goyle, Malfoy. I'm sure they're waiting to get paid for following you around." Ron said hotly, his hands balling up into fists, as if ready to strike. Malfoy's face turned a slight shade of pink, and he stalked off to where Crabbe and Goyle stood. Ron smiled to himself, glad that he had said a smart comeback for once. "Nice one, Ron." Harry said, smiling as well. "You could've just let it go, Ronald." Hermione said, rolling her brown eyes. "Which is why you yelled at him for calling Luna 'Loony'?" Ron said, trying to hold back his smile as Hermione's face fell. The bushy-haired girl stomped away from Harry and Ron, who were snickering quietly, and over to Ginny who was walking with Parvati Patil.

Hogwarts grew closer, and bigger, soon looming over Ronald, who was fairly tall for his age, all of the windows winking with light. All of the students entered the very large Great Hall, seeing all of the teachers sitting in their place at the teacher's table, which actually had no empty spots; there was a large, portly man sitting at the end of the table, next to Professor Flitwick, wearing a pinstriped deep violet vest and trousers. Ron looked at the man for a lmoment longer as he stumbled over to the Gryffindor table. Ronald sat down next to Harry, and was across the table from Hermione, who seemed to be staring intently at Dumbledore who stood up at his podium, ready to make a quick speech. Ron looked over his shoulder, seeing Luna calling after them, and he waved just as Neville and Ginny did. Harry and Hermione had not noticed Luna waving, for they were watching as Dumbledore fiddled with his pockets for a moment.

The Sorting of first-years' usually took about ten minutes, sometimes more depending on how many new students there were. Ron turned around at the sound of the giant Great Hall doors opened, revealing the half-giant, Hagrid, leading all of the scared first-years to the front of the Hall. Hagrid turned to face them, told them to form a line, and he walked up to his spot up at the teachers' table. Professor McGonagall cleared her throat, and stood next to a stool which held a ratty old wizarding hat. The Sorting was only fun when you had a family member up in the line of other first-years', getting ready to be Sorted; otherwise, it was boring to listen to the Hat's song about Hogwarts, then call out the House the first-year was going to be in. Ron leaned his chin onto the palm of his hand, and listened as the Hat sang loudly and clearly throughout the Hall. The redhead managed to tear his focus away from the loud Hat, and began thinking about what it would be like to punch Malfoy just once more. He had done it already a few times in his past years, but this year Ronald really wanted to sock Malfoy in the gut, or in that perfectly straight nose. As Ron's mind pondered about punching Malfoy, the Hat's song ended, and the first-years' began getting called up to the stool to be Sorted. Ron clapped absentmindedly, deciding it was time to pay attention to Dumbledore, who would usually say a few words that usually didn't mean anything.

❝ Bloody hell! ❞

ronaldronald

[Layleeah]

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Seeing a horse-sized, russet coloured wolf would freak anyone out. This wolf ran through one of the many forests in the rainy Olympic Peninsula, his big paws pounding on the ground, but making barely a sound. Jacob Black was gaining speed, as he heard his best friend, Quil, telling him that he was on his tail. Jacob sped up, wanting to race his friend; Jacob was the fastest wolf in his pack, and every knew it... Except for Leah. She still claimed that she was the fastest wolf because she is smaller and can run easier, although everyone else knew that she was in denial. Jacob Black was no ordinary boy; no, not at all. He was part werewolf, even though that wasn't necessarily the correct tern; lycan was more like it. This tanned Indian boy didn't change into a wolf unwillingly at a full moon, he changed whenever he pleased. The little town of Forks knew that there were giant wolves in the forest, and for a while, the pack was blamed for the deaths that two vampires were really doing. Jacob and his pack had killed one of the vampires, by ripping them apart limb by limb, then burning all of the pieces. Vampires didn't smell very nice either; sickly sweet, although to humans, they smelled like the best perfume you could smell.

The wolves were the the only "magical" creatures that lived in the area for a while; there was a coven of "vegetarian" vampires that lived in Forks. They considered themselves as vegetarians because they didn't feed on humans, they fed on animals like bears and mountain lions. Jacob thought that either way, they were sick, for he was both a human and an animal. Not always the easiest thing, as he's realized. Jacob had told only one person what he really was, and that was Bella Swan. Bella was Jacob's best friend, and vice verse. Jake didn't feel like they were friends, though. He liked Bella way more than just that; he loved her. Jake never told Bella this, because while he was realizing what she was to him, she was off dating a good-for-nothing vampire, who left her. Jacob felt like he needed to kill that vampire for breaking Bella's heart, and leaving her so raw, and almost unrepairable. Jacob had worked very slowly to get her to open up to him about how she felt about Edward Cullen leaving her, and got pretty far, though, Bella soon brought a wall up that closed Jake off from reaching out to her again.

As Jake bounded through the forest that seemed to never end, he kept feeling his mind changing direction to thinking about Bella. They rest of the pack could read each others' minds in they're wolf form, and it was very embarrassing to be thinking about the girl you like when they're hearing everything you're thinking. Jacob slowed for a moment, shaking his big, furry head, then kept running, hearing a distant wolf breathing as it slowly caught up to the russet wolf. Jake slowed as he heard Quil coming up behind him, until he was at a full stop. His giant lungs were taking in deep, slow breaths of the cool, humid mountain air as another set of paws pranced up next to Jake. 'That's not fair, you stopped!' Quil thought to Jake. The russet wolf shrugged his big shoulders, and made his common wolfy grin. Quil snapped his jaws at Jake playfully, then began walking off into forest again. The russet wolf shook his head, and began jogging west, towards civilization was, but more importantly, where Bella was.

The giant wolf began heading west, feeling the wind whip at his shaggy fur; Jacob needed a haircut again, and quite badly. Jake's hair was almost shoulder length, in his human form. He liked it shorter so it wouldn't get into his black eyes. The wolf knew that Bella would most likely either be at her house still, or she'd be at Jake's house with his father; Bella was there a lot of the time, even when Jake wasn't. Jacob liked the thought of Bella being at his house, mostly because that meant that they would hang out, and for other reasons that he wasn't allowed to think about in his wolf form. As the russet wolf ran through the forest, his thought lingered on Bella, but not until he found a denser part of the forest. Jake bounded towards that crowded spot, grabbed the sweatpants that were strapped around his left front foot, threw them on the ground, then changed into his human form. Jake never entirely liked the feeling of changing in between human and wolf; to him, it felt like his skin was ripping away, which was basically what happened to him and his pack.

Jake felt his fur suck back into his flesh as his tanned skin began to show through the thick, russet coloured fur. Once Jacob was fully transformed, which only took a few seconds, he grabbed the pair of sweatpants that he left on the ground by a tall pine tree, slipped them over his legs and pulled them up to a comfortably on his hips. The boy began walking out of the forest, realizing that he was much closer to the edge of the forest than he realized. Jacob usually walked around with no shirt on and most people had gotten used to that if they knew him, but otherwise he looked completely mental walking around with no shirt in Washington. But, Jake wasn't afraid to show off his body; he had even caught Bella staring at his chest a few times. The boy smiled to himself as he walked onto a road that was surrounded by the forest, but the ocean as well. Jacob headed in the direction of his house, not giving a care to the people who stared at the muscles as they drove by.

❝the big bad werewolf❞

jacob

[Layleeah]

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Paris, oh Paris. The place known for love, known for beauty, and known for fashion. To this young de l'homme, Paris was his home. Paris was known for many things, and most people sought out the common things. For people like Alexandre Feledéno, he sought out things that were beautiful; not meaning the Eiffel Tower. Meaning the little things that everyone takes for granted, like a cup of coffee, or a café. The camera was perched on its stand, clicking and snapping, flashes of light coming from it. Alexandre looked up, opening his right eye again, and looked at a very short girl with blonde hair, seeming to be walking away from the Eiffel Tower, without even getting on the elevator. Most people would stay up there for the longest time before they would finally come down on the elevator, then talking excitedly about the view. Alexandre watched thoughtfully as the short blonde girl walked over to the comfort of a tree, her camera swinging around, strapped to her neck. The girl seemed to be scared of the Eiffel Tower; she looked as if she were debating with herself whether she should go on the elevator ride up there or not. Alexandre, personally, had been on the Eiffel Tower many times, taking perfect pictures of the vast landscape that seemed to never end that high up in the air. Alexandre tore his gaze away from the blonde girl, and grabbed his water bottle, which had been sitting on the grass next to his black backpack, which carried everything he needed; lens cleaner, more zoom settings, two different cameras, another water bottle, and a neck strap. As Alexandre watched the short blonde girl, he leaned down into his camera again, and snapped a picture of her; the breeze blew her blonde hair back from her face making her features more prominent without all of her hair shielding her facial features. The long shot of the picture looked like a normal girl walking, but close up to her face, her eyes were an obvious blue, and she didn't look like most ordinary girls.

Anyone who had seen that picture might think that Alexandre was a little crazy for snapping a picture of a girl he didn't even know; but that wasn't his concern. She had an unusual face, high cheekbones, round nose, and a strong jaw. On other girls, that may look drag queen-esque, but on her it looked good. Alexandre saw as the girl moved closer to the café across the street from the Tower, where many tourists visited because the waiters and waitresses spoke English and French. Alexandre leaned down clumsily , knocking over his camera; it almost fell on a couple that was passing, talking about how tall the Tower was. "Désolé." He said with a small smile. The couple frowned down at him, muttering about Alexandre's klutziness. Alexandre leaned down carefully this time, and began taking his camera off of its stand, and folding the stand up so it would fit into his black backpack. The twenty-two year old reached into the backpack for a moment, feeling his way around the jumble that was in there, until he found his neck strap. Alexandre clipped the strap onto his Nikon, grabbed a strap on his backpack, slung it lazily over his shoulder, and made his way over to the café.

The café was fairy busy for a Monday afternoon; the outside of the café had people crowding around to get inside, apparently word had gotten around that it was one of the only cafés that spoke English. Alexandre brushed by many of the Americans who talked too loudly about the Tower and Paris in general, mutter his apologies for bumping into a few of the larger sized people. Alexandre sat down at an open table, and looked at the small line that waited to be seated inside. The Grain de Café had never been so busy, as far as Alexandre knew. It was a popular spot, yes, but never overflowing with costumers. He looked around for a moment, trying to find a blonde-haired girl when an overweight woman in a too low-cut shirt walked in front of his table, and scooting it into his ribcage. "Sorry, hun." The overweight woman with an ugly smile, chewing her gum, said loudly. Alexandre smiled slightly at her, nodding his head curtly. "D'you speak any English, hun?" The woman said slowly smiling broadly. "Yes, I do." Alexandre said, trying to look around her. "Oh, goodie! Well, could ya tell me where the little girls' room is?" The lady said. Alexandre sighed and nodded. "Inside, to the left of the counter. You'll see a sign that says 'femme de chambre'." Alexandre said, gesturing his right hand towards the café. The woman smiled at Alexandre again, and nodded. "Thanks, hun." She said, chewing her gum very loudly. Once the overweight woman waddled into the café, Alexandre resumed looking for the blonde girl.

Alexandre hadn't entirely paid attention to what she was wearing, in case she was standing up, so he kept his gaze up on the faces of the many tourists stuffing themselves into the little café. Alexandre sighed, momentarily giving up on looking for her, then picked up his Nikon, and began looking through the pictures that he had taken. There were only a few on there, but Alexandre liked to examine his work from the past morning. Alexandre finished looking through his pictures, remembering the critiques that he had gotten at his last art show, where he had put up his best pictures. The twenty-two year old looked around once again, then finally spotted her; she was sitting alone at her table, which gave Alexandre a burst of confidence that made him stand up, and walk over to her table. He sat down in the chair across from her and smiled politely. "Bonjour, Je suis Alexandre." He said plainly.

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[ translations** de l'homme: man's | désolé: sorry | Bonjour, Je suis Alexandre: Hello, I am Alexandre ]

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As Alexandre sat across from the short blonde girl, apparently named Juniper, he smiled slightly. She was cute; seemed like the kind of girl that likes to be the best at everything. "Well," Alexandre said, his French accent curling around his words. "You seem to know a little French." Alexandre leaned back into his chair, watching Juniper's face. He still couldn't think of why he was so interested in her; she was young, very young by the looks of it, and short. Alexandre wasn't interested in short girls a lot of the time; he liked girls that were around five foot six inches, or five foot seven inches. Juniper was tiny. The breeze kicked in, billowing everything; Juniper's hair seemed to flow with it, and Alexandre fought his urge to pick up his camera, and get a picture before the wind died. Even to him, taking pictures of someone he didn't know was creepy, unless it was a model, of course. Models, though, were stuck up and after they ate, most of them went off into the bathroom, and very plainly vomited up their lunch. Not attractive.

Alexandre still remembered the day he got his first camera; a mere eleven year old, telling his mother that he wanted to become a photographer, and a famous one. Three days later, his wish came true... Mostly. He got a camera, and began taking pictures of everything that seemed to have a light behind it that made it seem beautiful, even a water bottle. Alexandre's mother framed the first picture that he took that was gorgeous; it was of the moon around nine o'clock at night, the moon was rising in the sky, but a cloud blocked part of it. A few trees surrounded the silver moon, making them dark silhouettes as the moon illuminated everything else. Alexandre had loved that picture, and even put in one of his art shows; he got many good critiques, and most of the people were taken aback when Alexandre told them that he was just eleven when he took the picture. The moon with the cloud over it soon became Alexandre's favourite symbol, and even spray painted it on his wall in his mother's house. He wasn't a great artist, but luckily he was okay when it came to spray painting; he managed to make the moon with the cloud over it look pretty good.

The twenty-two year old remembered the spray paint vandalism he had done back in his more rebellious days with his no-good friends. Alexandre shook his head a little; he didn't really like to think about those days, considering that they were some of the worst in his life. As Alexandre looked at Juniper again, he looked straight into her eyes, as if he were swimming in them. She had the kind of eyes that some photographers loved, they were almond shaped, a striking blue, and she didn't really were makeup, as far as Alexandre could tell.

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Alexandre narrowed his eyes slightly as he watched Juniper stumble over her words. He felt his lips stretch out into a closed mouthed smile as Juniper stuttered about the French hating Americans, and how Alexandre probably had better things to do, when in truth, he really didn't. Most of his days consisted of going around Paris, snapping random pictures of beauty that he caught at random moments. Sometimes Alexandre would get good pictures of the sun shining behind trees, making them black silhouettes against the bright blue sky. Sometimes Alexandre would get pictures of random people that stuck out to the twenty-two year old boy. Alexandre had gotten caught by a very pretty brunette girl while he tried to sneak a photograph of her, and she confronted him, but not in a mad way; she wanted him to take more pictures. Alexandre, of course being the sweetheart that he was, couldn't say no and ended up to a random photoshoot in a park towards the outskirts of Paris.

"I, personally, don't hate the Americans," Alexandre said, a smirk playing on his lips. "I don't see anything wrong with them, which explains why I'm talking to you, for instance." The twenty-two year old couldn't help but chuckle at Juniper; she was a very interesting girl, interesting indeed. Alexandre focused his gaze on her facial features, admiring her full lips, round nose, blue eyes, and the blonde hair that fanned out around her. The boy still didn't understand why he was talking to her in the first place; it was obvious that she was a gorgeous girl, but Alexandre didn't talk to most beautiful girls unless he knew them, or unless they started up the conversation first. Alexandre had almost never gone up to a girl to make a move of any kind; he preferred to get to know her before hanging out in cafés or at clubs. Even after Alexandre has gotten to know a girl, he usually took a while to muster up the courage to talk to that girl again. Sure, Alexandre looked like the kind of guy that could snap his fingers, and have a new girlfriend, but that wasn't who he was, or what he believed in. Alexandre believed in actually getting to know a girl before looking at her appearance. His beliefs hadn't gotten him very far with girls, but he's had longer relationships than most of his friends.

Alexandre finally tore his mind away from the faces of his past girlfriends floating through his artistic mind when he felt his cell phone vibrate in his pocket. His friend Dimitri had been, apparently, trying to reach Alexandre for the past hour. The twenty-two year old checked the clock on his phone, and it showed that it was 1:17 PM. Dimitri had sent Alexandre five text messages asking in French where Alexandre was and if he could go over to Dimitri's apartment around three that afternoon. Alexandre texted his friend back quickly, saying that he probably could, and would see him, Dimitri, later. Alexandre shut his cell phone, and looked back up at Juniper, waiting for her response.

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[Layleeah]

❝a d e n ♪ e v e n i s o n❞

→I'm not lovin' you the way I wanted to
What I had to do, I had to run from you
I'm in love with you but the vibe is wrong
And it haunted me all the way home←

New York, New York. The Big Apple. The city that never sleeps. So many names for one overly populated city. Aden Calvin Evenison, a small town boy who fell for one of Aberdeen, Washington's most beautiful girls; Josephine Mariella Bennett. They fell for each other hard back in their high school days at Aberdeen High. Like most couples, they had broken up but gotten together again. High school seemed to end as quickly as it started, with Aden and Josie standing side by side till the end, still unsure of what to do with themselves. The two had planned on moving out of Aberdeen ASAP, and so they did.

Aden had thought about the story of how him and Josie had moved out of Aberdeen against their parents' and friends' wishes, and to New York. Aden rolled over on the warm bed that he shared with his girlfriend, seeing her face close next to his, still with the mask of innocence from sleep. The nineteen year old boy looked from Josie's sleeping eyes, to her soft mouth. He smiled slightly to himself and mustered up the willingness to get out of the bed. Aden looked around the very small apartment, wishing that they had the money to buy a better one that fit them. The apartment had a view of the brick wall that was the building next door, there was no real "master bedroom", just a big open space that turned into the bedroom/living room. The boy walked through the small apartment to the even smaller kitchen, where the coffee maker was already brewing. Aden looked around for a moment, examining the place; they needed more money soon, and fast. They were behind on some bills, like for the cable. Aden didn't dwell too much on the topic of money most of the time, he just liked thinking that he and Josie were right on cue with the bills, even when they weren't.

The boy watched the coffee maker brew his Guatemalan coffee, waiting for the soft beep to sound. Aden stood in the kitchen, wearing only his blue plaid boxers, and looked towards one of the twin windows that sat on the eastern wall. Beep. Aden turned slowly to the coffee maker, which was signaling that the coffee was done. The nineteen year old took the coffee pot, one of the many mugs that laid out on the counter, and poured himself some joe. Aden wasn't particularly a coffee-guy (he preferred tea, mostly), but on mornings where he needed a little extra caffeine boost, he'd take up the coffee and down it in a minute. Ade sipped his brew, feeling his brown eyes water slightly as the coffee burned his tongue and throat, and walked towards the very small closet that held his and Josie's belongings. There were some clothes thrown upon the floor, others still lay intact on a rack. Most of Aden's clothes were on hangers; he liked to keep his side of the closet pretty clean, though there were a few shirts and some socks of his that he put on the floor. Aden sipped his warm coffee, which steamed into his nostrils. The coffee tasted bitter, but good as it ran down Ade's throat. The boy licked his lips as he walked slowly through the closet, trying to decide what to wear to work. Aden worked at a bank as one of the tellers, and it wasn't a horrible job; just boring. He got hit on every so often, sometimes even by older women that were in their forties or fifties. Scary.

Clothes lined up on the wall, Aden's shirts fading from bright colours to more whitish colours. The boy's light brown hair began to drift slowly down his forehead, threatening to block his vision. Aden ran his hand through his tangled mess of hiar, wincing as a snarl caught on of his fingers, causing his scalp pain. Ade pulled his fingers out of his hair, seeing a few unattached pieces hanging limply in his hand. The boy sighed, shut his eyes, and pressed his palms to his lids. Aden breathed in and out deeply for a moment, squinting his brown eyes at the light the cast shadows across the closet. Aden looked through his squinted lids, trying to tell one shirt from another finally deciding on a light blue polo shirt from Macy's. Being a teller at a bank, Aden had to dress fairly well, and didn't really like it much. He always felt uncomfortable in his work clothes and preferred a normal tee shirt and jeans over a fancy button-up with a tie and slacks any day. As Aden pulled the polo over his head, he finally remembered that he needed a shower first. The nineteen year old sighed loudly, pulled the polo off, and headed for the small bathroom.

The bathroom was small, white, and had no decorations. Aden and Josie had two towel bars, didn't bother to make the sink look very nice, and the shower... Well, it didn't look its best. The boy grabbed one of the towels on his rack, slung it over the shower curtain and turned the hot water on. Once the water was at Aden's satisfaction, the boy stripped off his boxers and stepped into the steaming shower. The nineteen year old washed his mane of hair, detangling it painfully with his fingers, then took his Axe Hair and Body wash and began to wash his body. Aden finished up quickly in the shower, hoping that he wasn't going to be late to work again, grabbed his white towel and stumbled out of the shower. The dirty mirror was fogged up, with small amounts of condensation building up in the corners and running down in small streams of water. Aden wrapped the soft towel around his hips and dragged his forearm against the mirror. His hair was wet and sticking up in various places, while his face seemed to look a bit better. His skin was clear, and olive-toned, slightly tanned but not too much. He had a few freckles along his nose and cheekbones, but they were barely noticeable unless you were an inch away from his face. Aden chewed on the inside of his cheek, turned on his heel and walked quietly out of the bathroom. The boy walked back into the closet, picked up a pair of SpongeBob boxers and put them on. Ade dropped his towel on the floor, then picked up the light blue polo and pulled it roughly over his head. The nineteen year old looked around for a moment in the dim lit closet, deciding on a more skinny jean-like black slacks that he usually hung low on his narrow hips. Once Aden was fully dressed, including socks, he walked out of the closet slowly to the kitchen, dreading to see the time. '8:47 AM' the black iHome said as it sat next to the coffee maker. Aden winced; he had to be at work by nine. The boy ran to the bathroom, examining his hair which still stuck up in an ugly manor. Aden groaned and grabbed a bottle of hairspray, flattening the few pieces that stuck up with the sticky mess of the hairspray. Aden ran back out of the bathroom and into his and Josie's room, grabbing his iPhone and kissed Josie swiftly on the lips, then darting out of the apartment.

[Layleeah]

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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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[Layleeah]

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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.