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Favorite Band?

Danger Radio	6.0%	[ 9 ]
Escape the Fate	20.5%	[ 31 ]
Alesana	6.6%	[ 10 ]
Here for da goldz!	11.9%	[ 18 ]
blessthefall	1.3%	[ 2 ]
Breathe Carolina	9.9%	[ 15 ]
Dance Gavin Dance	1.3%	[ 2 ]
Bring Me the Horizon	7.9%	[ 12 ]
Emarosa	1.3%	[ 2 ]
Your face!	33.1%	[ 50 ]
Total Votes:			[ 151 ]

[empty sighs and wine]

This is another test thread!
Feel free to browse, but please
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place in here. I work hard on this
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[empty sighs and wine]

☃❆☃❆☃❆ advanced literate roleplay

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[empty sighs and wine]

"The best part of believe is the believe"

Raini Winter Rose

вut тнєy caℓℓ мє ;; Rain, please. I don't mind 'Raini' so much. But if you even think of calling me Raini Winter, I will kill you.
ι fєєℓ oℓdєя тнaи ;; I was first showered with cash n i n e t e e n years ago.
pяєsєитs pℓz? ;; b***h, buy me presents on a u g u s t the t h i r d. or else
мoммy's ℓιттℓє ;; p a m p e r e d princess
мy нappιℓy єvєr afтєr ;; gaston? SAY WHAT NOW?! I am NOT in love with Maxwell King. At. All. Psh. . . .
ι guєss тнaт мєaиs ι'm ;; v a n e s s a
ι'ℓℓ нug you ιf ι gєт ;;

ஐ Money
ஐ Guys
ஐ Money
ஐ Me
ஐ Music
ஐ Guys
ஐ Guys with muscles
ஐ Anything that has to do with me.
ஐ Kissing/making out/whatever else
ஐ Clothes
ஐ Stiletto shoes
ஐ Cute tattoos!
ஐ Money
ஐ PDA
ஐ Disney!
ஐ Singing

ι'ℓℓ puиcн you ιи тнє facє ;;

✗ Ugly people
✗ Not being the center of attention.
✗ Country music
✗ Ugly shoes
✗ Mis-matched outfits
✗ Pineapples
✗ Bugs
✗ The cold.
✗ The color orange. it is hideous
✗ Fake Tans
✗ Not having a cell phone
✗ MySpace . . . *shudders*

ι'ℓℓ cяy ιf ι sєє ;;

№ getting old and wrinkly
№ Breaking a bone
№ Dying alone
№ Never falling in love
№ Running out of money

sтoяy тιмє!

Seriously? Do you seriously not know anything about me? What is wrong with you? How can you not know that I am the richest, most beautiful, girl in the ENTIRE world? Well, I suppose I can take some timeout of my day to educate you but I’ve got to make it quick. I’ve got an appointment at the spa in twenty minutes, and these pores need to be cleaned. Beauty like this is NOT free.

My parents, Kari and Geoff Rose, are these people that make a lot of money. Don’t expect to get a detailed description of them, because I honestly have no clue. I couldn’t tell you their eye colors, because I rarely even see them anymore. Of course I have to go through a few hours of awkward silence on Sunday evenings, because they think it somehow makes them better parents if they spend four days out of the month with their child. But seeing as they did make me the person that I am today, flaws included, I HAVE to talk about them. Ugh. Okay, so they have a lot of money thanks to a diamond company and a political position. Dad owns a diamond company, and mom is a senator. Um . . . . They were pretty old when they had me. About 25. And that is my brief segment about my parents! I don't really like them to begin with, and this is supposed to be all about ME!

Before I continue, I really don't care about what you think of me. Yeah, I am a bit egotistic, but isn't everyone at some point? I think about myself because I have only ever had to take care of myself. Since birth, my parents have done nothing but worked and shoved money in my face to make up for the time they missed out on. I had a brother, older, but we were never that involved in each others' lives. My nannies were just about all that I had, and to be honest, they never took care of me. Okay, when I was a baby, yes they watched me and fed me, etc. But the older I grew, the more they decided to smoke in the basement and leave me to myself. I am nowhere near as smart as Matilda, (ya know, in the movie?) but I guess you could say that is kind of how I grew up, minus the ugly dad and brother. I had to learn to do things that older people would normally do at a really young age. So yes, I can take care of myself. I am just a spoiled brat, and I admit to it. Anyone, I don't much care about other peoples feelings, simply because no one has ever seemed to care about mine. It isn't fair if I am a caring and loving person that no one cares about back, understand? So as a result, I am the girl that thinks she is above everyone else. Because I am. :]

I had everything and nothing that I wanted when I was growing up. Lots of money, bling, clothing, and plenty of freedom to do whatever I wanted. I was the most spoiled girl in school, a private co-ed school by the way, because anything I wanted, I could get. I didn't even have to ask to get it, all I had to do was walk up to my parents, and they'd chunk a roll of hundreds at me. Okay, not quite literally, but I received an allowance, and it was pretty large in size. My attitude was a learned behavior, most of the things I do are a result of my parents doing the same thing. Because I only saw them a few times, I was influenced heavily by their actions. Middle school and high school were when I really started doing anything and everything for myself though. If I was happy with myself and my life . . . then nothing else mattered. But the thing was, I wasn't happy. I was miserable. I had money, but my friends were only interested in that money, not myself. The only REAL friend I have is Max . . . and that's only because he is a d**k and doesn't really need my money. But the point is, I didn't like it that people only seemed to want to be my friend because I would attempt to be nice and share every once in a while.

Me? Nice? Yes, I CAN be nice. It isn't impossible. My bitchy demeanor is a defense. I do it to weed out all the users and the people that aren't worth my time. And I learned through out high school that apparently no one IS worth my time, no matter how much I want it to be. My first boyfriend only wanted me for my flat screen in my room. The second boyfriend told me he loved me for sex. Eventually, I got kind of tired of it. I date now and again, but that never really brings me happiness, because it always ends badly. I've learned that no matter what happens in life, I will never find a boyfriend that truly loves me, for me, or anyone for that matter. I'm pretty sure Max doesn't even really like me either. So I made it my goal in life to ruin other peoples relationships. If I can't have a genuine relationship, then god dammit NO ONE ELSE CAN!

Because of that . . I am seen as a b***h, which I guess is true. I AM a b***h. I'm a b***h because I can get away with being bitchy, and like I said, it is a defense mechanism. I gained the bitchy reputation when I decided to play a joke on a guy that I had a HUGE crush on in high school. Unfortunately, he had a girlfriend and wasn't interested in me. So I just casually walked up to him and asked him if I had left my underwear in his bed last night. Of course, he had no clue what it was that I was talking about, but his girlfriend dumped him on the spot, and that made me happy. Especially since she threw her cold smoothie down his shirt.

High school went by quickly. I was the ever cliched prom queen and homecoming queen. Cheerleader? Yeah, actually I was. But I didn't enjoy it all that much. I was more into computers and fashion design. I know I know, computers? I'm a computer nerd, though that is a secret. And if you tell anyone I will kill you and make your life a living hell. I just love to make computer graphics, and code things on websites, and then of course design my clothing on computer programs. So that is what I am in college for at this very moment. I go to an Art Institute, for fashion design and computer graphics. And I work at Disney World, playing a character so like me, it is scary. Do I like my job? Ummmm. Not so much. I mean it is cool when I can make little kids smile and all .. . but most kids are brats. And I don't like getting my stiletto heels puked all over by three year old's. I have a guaranteed job there, though. My grandfather is the head of human resources and . . . . well, I figured it was the best place to meet hot guys. Unfortunately all the ones I see are either taken, or . . .. totally not interested in me.

LOVE, BACKDROPsilhouette

[empty sighs and wine]

"Excuse me, but is that even your job?!"

Raini Rose was already pissed off, and the day had just barely begun. She needed her coffee, right this instant. And she wasn't getting it. She didn't understand why a local coffee shop couldn't have a simple mocha frappe with chocolate sprinkles couldn't be made in about two seconds. It wasn't like this place was a Starbucks and had tons of people! It had been five minutes and there was still no drink resting in front of her. She had tried to be patient . . .. .but after standing there and listening to this new guy talk on his phone on the job, she was getting slightly annoyed. And still coffee-less. So she yelled at him, and he damn near dropped his phone. This new guy . . . Chuck? What a gay name . . . obviously didn't realize that she was a very important customer. Important because she had the ability to sue the coffee shop for any reason she saw fit, and because she tipped generously. So he just kind of rolled his eyes and acted as if making her coffee was NOT his top priority.

"Um . . . . Yes it is. I AM doing my jo-"

"No. Your job is NOT to talk on the phone, or about how Jessica's boobs looked on Saturday night. I doubt you have EVER seen boobs besides on a computer screen anyway. Your job is to fix me a Mocha Frappe with sprinkles, and an angel cake. I should have gotten my order . . " She paused a few seconds to glance at the diamond encrusted watch on her wrist. "Seven minutes and twenty seven seconds ago. So make it happen." She crossed her arms over the low-cut t-shirt she was wearing, and waited for him to at least acknowledge the fact that she was waiting on her order. He grumbled, and SLOWLY started to make her order. Thank goodness she heard a familiar voice come from the entrance of the Coffee Shop [oh what a nice name for a coffee shop]; the guy, Derek, that normally took care of her orders. They were on pretty good terms, considering he was the type of guy that wasn't looking for a relationship but didn't object to flirting and occasionally making out with Raini.

"Good Morning, Rain. How's it going? Had your caffeine yet?" He was joking with her, because it was OBVIOUS that she hadn't had anything to calm her down yet. She sent a glare towards him as he clocked in and went behind the counter. "Chuck. Miss Rose here is a top priority customer. That means if it takes longer than five minutes for an order, the customer is given a free coffee. And you really don't want to keep Miss Rose waiting. I've lost a few t-shirts to her Anger issues." Because he was speaking in a joking manner, and was totally adorable, Raini refrained from snapping at him, too, although she still looked annoyed. The nineteen year old held her tongue because today was supposed to be a GOOD day. She was supposed to pleasantly make it to Disney, where she worked, without bursting a vein. And 'Chuck' was making that very hard to do. She was ALREADY planning on how to make him suffer. Revenge was her middle name. . . well if it wasn't 'Winter' it would be. Thankfully Derek got Chuck up and moving, and she soon had her order AND her free coffee. Hmmmm. The free coffee . . . that could work.

Raini thanked Derek for his help, and he already knew something was about to happen. He saw the glint in her eye that she got when she was pissed at someone, and he thought it was best to just . . . leave. Or at least stay out of it. Rain brought her order to her usual table, in the corner near the front window, then took a sip of the hot coffee, tasting. In all honesty, she hated the stuff. She could only deal with a coffee flavor in other beverages, but this was all a part of her act. She then looked as if the coffee was missing something, and turned on her heels to walk back to the counter that she'd just gotten it from. "Excuse me, but do you have any cr- . . . Oh my god! I am so sorry!" Was she really sorry that she had spilled the scalding coffee all over the front of Chuck's shirt, after making herself 'trip'? No. Not at all. He deserved it. But she at least had the decency to pretend that she was sorry. She was good at pretending. Very good. But Derek already knew that she had done it on purpose . . . and even he was laughing at it.

Raini however refrained from laughing, and continued her charade in a sickly sweet voice. "Oh! I really am sorry. Let me get some napkins I can help you clean that u-" "NO! Don't touch me! I can do it myself." This was when Raini's face fell. She was PRETENDING to be nice, and he was acting all rude and stuff? No. That did not work well for Raini. It was best that she just get out of there as soon as possible. "What a b***h. I am simply trying to help you get the coffee stain off of your hideous shirt, and you refuse? Oh I will be filing a complaint." Chances were that Chuck would never work at any of 'The Coffee Shop's again. Raini had the resources to get someone fired if she didn't like them, or didn't think that they SHOULD be working. And Chuck was definitely not a good employee. He wasn't serving who was important with success, he was only pissing her off.

Saying her goodbyes to Derek, the one person she didn't have a problem with in the entire shop, she retrieved her order from her seat, and walked out to her car. It was your typical flashy vehicle, top notch and the latest edition, and had Lamborghini doors. She absolutely loved the thing, even though it did have its disadvantages. She didn't want to be so uncivilized as to eat in her car, but it was better than getting any more pissed off than she already was. And plus, she could listen to music in the car. She plugged her iPod into the audio jack, and hit the shuffle button, smiling in appreciation as Greeley Estates came on. Most people wouldn't think her to listen to the type of music that she did, even if she did have bitchin hair and a few piercings. It was probably because she was a cheerleader in high school, but people didn't seem to realize how diverse others were these days. Because she was a rich snob, she couldn't listen to screamo? Oh well, she didn't care what people thought of her music, anyway. She frequently blasted whatever she was listening to, only to annoy one person that made a comment of the band sucking.

Once her delicious Frappe was finished, Raini was in a much better mood. Now all she had to do was make a quick run back home so she could get her things for work. She was an early riser, even if she was a bit grumpy about it, so she thankfully had enough time to do anything she may have forgotten. She still lived with her parents, even though she was nineteen. But this was simply because her parents were never there. It had been a long time since they'd been home on Sunday for Sunday dinner. Why? She'd come home one day and read a formal note, informing her that they had business to attend to in France. And even when they were IN the country, they were at one of their many vacation homes, working by computer and phone, or escorting her mom to wherever she needed to be at the time. So it was just like living on her own. The big mansion was a beauty anyway, she never wanted to leave her childhood room with its balcony and elaborately decorated room. It was home.

At home, she brushed her teeth, removing traces of the coffee smell and cake that had gotten stuck in her teeth, then made sure she had any papers or ID she needed to get in. She didn't have to worry about her costume, because that was kept in Snow White's Castle, although she did routinely have it washed like expected. On her way to Disney, she started worrying about how she looked. Every single time she started going to work, she had to worry about if her hair looked good enough, or if she would look pretty enough in her costume. She knew the power she had over guys, as she was able to get them to do her bidding for her, but that didn't mean SHE thought herself to be pretty. In relationships, when she did have them, she was never told she was beautiful like most girls were. She was told 'you have a lot of money' or 'that sex was amazing' or 'you flat screen has an amazing picture'.

Raini got tired of worrying, though. It was ruining her mood. So she just listened to the music that was blasting in her speakers,until she got to her destination. Oh joy. Now she could go through the process of having to deal with so many annoying and ugly people. Isn't that just what everyone had jobs for?! To Snow White's Castle she went. This was the place that everyone got into their costumes, did their make-up and what not. Even the guys sometimes had to put make-up on. But she hated when it was time to get dressed up. Even with the dressing rooms and mirrors, it was still pretty crowded, and she didn't know many people that worked there. Of course she knew who they WERE, as far as names and what-not. But they were just people she saw everyday, there were a few guys she thought were hot as well, and the only real person she knew there was Maxwell King. She didn't even feel like entertaining herself with him in her thoughts as of yet, so she parked in the parking lot, and got out of the car.

Not too much time later, she came upon the castle after saying hello to a few people. Or . . . . bitching at the people in her way. She was just grumpy because she felt like it would be a sucky day. But hey, she made it to work without bursting a vein, and that was what counted.

[empty sighs and wine]

------------▪×▪---------------▪×▪-----we were more than friends,
------------▪×▪---------------▪×▪-----before the story ends.
------------▪×▪---------------▪×▪-----and i will take what's mine.
------------▪×▪---------------▪×▪-----create what god would never design.

-----▪×▪---------------▪×▪----- our love had been so strong for far too long.
-----▪×▪---------------▪×▪----- i was weak with fear that something would go wrong.
-----▪×▪---------------▪×▪----- before the possibilities came true.
-----▪×▪---------------▪×▪----- i took the possibility from you.

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(づ￣ ³￣)づAdrian had always been a little sad that his boyfriend didn’t like to show PDA as much as Adrian did. Adrian loved to show affection for his boyfriend, although he understood why Rhys didn’t. They did tend to get stared at a lot, not only because they were both males, but because Adrian was a little . . . over the top. He could embarrass people at times, so he understood why Rhys would rather not show too much PDA, and he didn’t whine about it . . . much. He TRIED not to complain about it too much, at least. He was just happy that Rhys was letting him use his lap as a pillow, and that they were still able to cuddle on the bus, without Rhys telling him no or anything. But he wasn’t glad that Rhys had been mean and made him wake up. Especially since he shook him awake, and had interrupted a dream. Rhys may not have understood, but Adrian loved his dreams! They helped him write his stories, and he normally couldn’t remember anything about the dreams when he didn’t completely finish them. So of course, Adrian was pissy about it.

(づ￣ ³￣)づHe just had to make a spectacle of himself, and stomp off like a teenage girl would when her mother said she couldn’t get her ears pierced. But at that moment, he was honestly and truly mad at his boyfriend. He could have gone and eaten by himself, couldn’t he? Well, probably not. If Adrian would have gotten up on his own, he would have been even more pissed if Rhys had just left him outside on the bus. So maybe it was a good thing that he had been forced awake. Though, at the moment, Adrian wasn’t thinking about that at all. He was pissed, and he was going to stay that way. He stood in the line, with his arms crossed, waiting on the long line to slowly move forward, so that he could order food.

(づ￣ ³￣)づEven though Rhys was gay, Rayne thought that he was the best choice in a person to talk to. She knew most of what Rhys was going to tell her; the fact that she needed to tell Ingo NOW, that is. She had figured that much as soon as her stomach started getting bigger, and as soon as Ingo started to bug her about having sex. Okay, so it wasn’t necessarily bugging, because she wanted to have sex with him too, but it did get a little annoying. Why? Well, she kind of thought ‘damn it Ingo, I am pregnant, I can NOT have sex with you, get over it.’ every time things started to get heated. But then she remembered that she hadn’t told him about the pregnancy and was annoyed, at herself. How hard was it to just tell Ingo two little words: I’m pregnant. Okay . . . . so in truth, it was very hard. It was hard, and she felt so stressed out because she hadn’t told him yet. She was just really really scared, and all the hormones and emotions that came with being pregnant didn’t really help much.

(づ￣ ³￣)づAfter Rhys had said that Ingo should have been the first person that she told, again, Rayne kind of felt like crying. Not because Rhys was being mean or anything; he was just telling her that she had to tell him no matter what. It was just the thought of losing Ingo because of a baby that made her all emotional. She didn’t want to lose him at all, and to be honest, she didn’t know if he would stay or go. She knew from experience that he could be a d**k, but what she didn’t know was how he felt about having kids. They hadn’t talked about serious commitment like getting married or having kids yet, so she had no clue. But Rhys was right, she did need to tell him no matter what. She’d just have to . . . well, right now she needed some time to prepare herself mentally. She definitely wouldn’t be able to tell him tonight, not only because she didn’t want to ruin the beginning of the trip, but because she wouldn’t be able to stay calm if she did so. But hearing that Rhys would help her tell Ingo if she needed him to, that made her feel a little bit better.

(づ￣ ³￣)づIf she had somebody else with her while she told him, it would be a lot less stressful. But Rayne knew that she needed to be the ONLY one that told him. She forced a smile at Rhys as he gave her a hug, and was very thankful for that hug. It was, after all, Rayne’s belief that hugs made everything better. “Yeah. . . time to eat. Thanks again, Rhys. If you could help me . . . well, that would be great. But . . . I’m not sure that would be such a good idea. He might be mad at you too . . .” Ingo being mad was another worry of hers. .. . and it was inevitable. She was pretty sure he would be pissed . . . but she did keep hoping that he wouldn’t. Once she got back inside the McDonald's, she looked around for Ingo and spotted him already sitting down and eating, just putting his phone up. She took a few deep breaths, making sure she didn’t do anything she didn’t want to at the moment, and then went over to Rhys. It was then that she heard Adrian talking about her rather loudly, and kind of panicked. But Rhys held the boy back, and she was very thankful for that. She definitely didn’t want Adrian to know the truth until Ingo did. Not because she didn’t want her best friend to know, but because he had a big mouth, and his reaction would tell Ingo for her. She could picture it now. ‘Oh Em Gee! Rayne! You are going to have a baby?! CAN I BE THE GOD FATHER?! Oh em gee, INGO ARE YOU EXCITED TO BE A DADDY!?’ Yeah . .. that would not go well at all.

(づ￣ ³￣)づRayne couldn’t help but to genuinely smile when she was with Ingo, leaning her head on his shoulder. He could be extremely sweet sometimes, and that always made her happy. She liked it when they flirted and did other things, and just goofed off together, but it was nice that Ingo could be so sweet sometimes. He really was a caring boyfriend . . . very protective over her, and the kiss on the forehead and him telling her to get better showed how sweet he could be. “I don’t want to be sick, either. I will get better, I promise. And oh? Well, when you talk to her again, tell her I say hi, and that I’m fine. You don’t want to worry her by telling her I am sick.” After she had called her own mother, and taken medicine to help with her sickness, seeing as she really WAS sick in addition to worrying about telling Ingo. But despite the worrying, she was actually having a nice dinner. They didn’t really talk that much, but Rayne was fine with it. Okay . . . so she wasn’t COMPLETELY okay with it, but she would live.

(づ￣ ³￣)づAdrian really didn’t like to hold grudges, and it was especially hard with Rhys. How could he stay mad at the love of his life? Adrian was pretty sure if anything ever happened between them, that his life would be screwed up. Not only would he be extremely sad, but he would be clueless. He wasn’t necessarily stupid, but he didn’t have a very good logic. Rhys had enough logic and common sense for the both of them, and if Adrian didn’t have that, he would probably mistake a cactus for a toilet seat and . . . yahhhhh that wouldn’t turn out so well for the boy. So almost as soon as Rhys was back with Adrian, Adrian forgave his boyfriend, and apologized for overreacting. But his attention shifted quickly to his best friend, who didn’t look so good. However, when he tried to go and see what was wrong, he was pulled back, and that didn’t make him happy. Okay, so for about two-tenths of a second, he wasn’t happy.

(づ￣ ³￣)づRhys had pulled him up against his chest and wrapped his arms around him, and any anger . . . well it disappeared before Adrian even felt the effects of it. The boy smiled, and looked over to Rhys. “Aweeee. You’re so sweeeet. I love you.” He told his boyfriend and kissed him on the cheek again. He really did think that his boyfriend was the sweetest guy in the world. Definitely more sweet than Ingo was with Rayne (although he only ever saw Ingo being a b***h and all grumpy these days). Because Adrian had such a low attention span . . . he forgot that there was something wrong with Rayne, already. He couldn’t help but to forget . . . Rhys could make the boy forget anything just by wrapping his arms around him. Adrian was that simplistic, he didn’t need gifts and material items to be happy. All he needed was his boyfriends hugs. . . .and of course the McDonald's play place. What? He loved to sit there and watch little kids play! And . .. well, he almost got them kicked out of the play area. He tried to get inside the play place . . . but of course he was too big . . . and he got caught in the slide . . and the manager was very aggravated with him, because Adrian was almost in tears. The guy was yelling at him! And he didn’t like it!

(づ￣ ³￣)づOn their way to the hotel, Adrian did not fall asleep. He couldn’t, even though before he had been wanting to sooo bad. The food woke him up . . . and had filled him up with energy! Although, he did try and stay as quiet as he could, because other people were starting to look at him weird as they approached the hotels even more. Then finally, they were there! And Adrian had to be the first one out! . .. And he was! But . . . well, he was so excited that he wound up tripping over his feet a lot, and he wasn’t the first to get his bags. Then when he finally DID get his bags, . . . . he fell over with them. He overreacted . . . of course he did. How could he not? This is ADRIAN we are talking about! But in no time at all, his boyfriend helped him up. “Yeahhhhh. I tried to get the bags but . . . . it didn’t work!” He frowned, sad that he wasn’t strong enough to get everything. He had some nice muscles and all . . . but . .. . . well, he still couldn’t carry that much stuff at once. And he hated asking for help! Well, most of the time. He was too feminine to actually put his muscles to good use. He didn’t even like getting dirty!

(づ￣ ³￣)づWhen he was told that he was fine . . .. Adrian let out a big sigh. “Phew! Thank GOD! I AM OKAY! INGO! Don’t tell her about the you know what, she will KILL me!” Adrian then went with Rhys back to the room they would be staying in . . . and as SOON as he had claimed a bed, he started unpacking. And once that happened . . . .well, the room was already becoming a mess. Adrian had to make sure that he brought everything he needed though! And that required taking everything out! He knew he could get Rhys to help him clean up later, though. While unpacking, Adrian found the Ruby Version that he had been talking about earlier, and he was so into playing it that he had no clue what was going on around him. He hadn’t even greeted the other two roommates, who he didn’t even know, nor did he realize it when Rhys told him that he was going to sleep. So when he finally looked up from the spot on the floor that he was sitting, everyone was asleep.

(づ￣ ³￣)づAdrian gasped loudly when he realized this, and quickly cut off his game. He was acting as if it was Christmas, and if he didn’t hurry up and get to bed, then Santa wouldn’t give him any presents. And so he rushed to clean up his little area, and went over to where Rhys was sleeping. Adrian hoped that none of the other guys objected to him sleeping in the same bed as his boyfriend. . . because even though he had claimed his own bed, he didn’t really like to sleep alone. He quietly climbed into Rhys’ bed and snuggled up against him, resting his head on Rhys’ chest. Rhys HAD been fast asleep, but Adrian knew that his boyfriend was a light sleeper, and so he wanted to apologize, just in case. He kissed Rhys on the cheek and whisper, “Sorry if I woke you uppppp. Good night, I love you.” Soon after resting his head back on his chest, Adrian too fell asleep.

R A Y N E - - - - - -

(づ￣ ³￣)づAfter Dinner, back on the bus, Rayne was starting to feel better. The medicine that she had taken was calming down the hormones that were raging in her body, and she was soon even able to eat. That, and Ingo wasn’t really prying for the real reason behind her silence. She knew that he thought that her excuse was bullshit, but she was happy that he wasn’t pressing the matter. Ingo could be a b***h sometimes, but . . . well Rayne would tell him when she was ready to, and he knew that. But at the same time, she wanted to tell him even more at the moment. It would benefit her to do so, yet at the same time . . . well, it wasn’t such a good idea.

(づ￣ ³￣)づGoing to sleep definitely made her feel better. She had felt so good, wrapped in Ingo’s arms, and it made her think that no matter what, everything would be okay. She even decided to bring his things to his room when he woke up, because she knew just how much he loved to sleep. He looked like he could use more rest, anyway. But then she just HAD to go and flirt with David and ruin everything. She hadn’t meant to do it; it was just something that happened. Flirting came naturally for Rayne . . . and it wasn’t necessarily a good thing. She felt bad about flirting with Dave, too. Because Ingo didn’t seem to be very happy with her at the moment, even though he wasn’t necessarily showing it, Rayne just wanted to apologize to him. But she had the feeling that if she apologized, then he would decide that he needed to say something about it . . . . and she didn’t want him to be mad at her right now.

(づ￣ ³￣)づ“Well. . . I guess that’s good then.” She commented as he took her hand. And despite the fact that she kind of screwed up his mood right now, she smiled. She couldn’t help but to smile, because he was mad and was still holding her hand and at least attempting not to get mad. She knew that he was very overprotective over her . . . but HE also knew that she would never leave him and choose someone else over him. She loved him too much to do that. Rayne was silent until they both reached Ingo’s hotel room. She honestly didn’t want him to leave her side. She was scared. Of course she was scared because she still hadn’t told him about her pregnancy, but also because she didn’t know any of the girls that she was rooming with. What if they noticed her cursed baby bump and started spreading around the rumor. What if Ingo heard the rumor and either didn’t believe it, or came to her about it? He was right about one thing though. She could get in trouble if she was found on his floor. And she did not, by any means, want to risk getting caught and possibly sent home. But she still didn’t want to leave Ingo . . . which is why after he kissed her and told her goodnight, she gave him a hug and didn’t let go. She was scared, and freaking out, and he was the only person that could really ever calm her down. After a moment or two, she gave him a kiss on the cheek. “Sorry.” She commented, apologizing not only for flirting with another guy, but for adding to the risk of them getting in trouble. “Alright . . .. I guess I’ll go now. Goodnight, then.”

(づ￣ ³￣)づRayne reluctantly left his floor and made her way to her own room, still worrying. But when she got there . . . . it wasn’t so bad. One of the girls, Addie, was really really nice, and she was just like Adrian, making it a lot easier for her to relax. Rayne stayed up for a while, getting to know her roommates for a bit . . . and waited until everyone else was asleep to actually get dressed for bed. She didn’t want them to see her stomach, as mentioned, so she would just have to stay up late in order to keep her secret. Then when she finally got in the bed . . . . It was almost impossible for her to sleep. She was so used to sleeping next to Ingo, because he made it a lot easier to fall asleep. Being in his arms made her feel safe, and even though he didn’t realize it, he helped. It wasn’t that easy for a person like Rayne to fall asleep without sleeping on her stomach . . . and she COULDN’T sleep on her stomach at the moment. Why the school district was so against co-ed rooming for the Senior trip, she did not know. But alas, after an hour or two of thinking and trying to get situated, she finally fell asleep.

T I M E __ S K I P __ E N D O F T R I P

(づ￣ ³￣)づSurprisingly, the senior trip was going very well. Rayne had a lot of fun, and Addie had helped with that. Addie was even introduced to Adrian . . . and that wasn’t so much of a good idea. Because together they kind of . . . most likely gave Ingo a headache. Rayne had absolutely no problem with the two, because she was kind of like them in that she was over-dramatic at times . . . but Ingo was probably wanting to shake them until they shut their mouths. But despite the fun she was having on the trip, going to various parks and amusement parks, she was growing anxious. They were leaving the next day to go home, and she still hadn’t told Ingo what she meant to tell him. And she needed to tell him, she should already have told him, but if she didn’t do it now . .. well, she would be screwed. She had talked to her mother the previous day, and . .. her dad knew now. She’d had to talk to him over the phone . . . and he didn’t sound very pleased. Yet at the same time, he hadn’t reacted the way she would have thought him to, which gave her the courage to tell Ingo. If her own dad, who hated her boyfriend, could live with the fact that she was pregnant by Ingo, then her boyfriend should be able to as well. This still didn’t change the fact that she was afraid of him leaving her, though. She would just have to put her worries aside and just . . .just tell him, like Rhys suggested. But for now, she needed to finish up packing her things for the ride home.

(づ￣ ³￣)づAdrian was whining, and he had been probably for the past two hours. The fact of the matter was, he didn’t want to leave and go back home. He was having a blast, and being with Rhys made it all the more better. Of course Adrian noticed something off with his best friend, but any time he went to go and ask Rayne about it, Rhys occupied him somehow, and he wound up forgetting that something was even wrong. Or looked wrong. Now Rhys was occupying him for a different reason . . . because he wanted to go and swim at a nearby water park, and he had to pack instead. Only he didn’t want to. At all. “Nuuuuuuuu, Rhysss I don’t want to pack! You can’t make me!” He sat down in the middle of the floor with a pout.If he had to, the boy would tell Rhys he LOST everything that he had brought on the trip. Of course the boy knew that this wouldn't work .. .seeing as they shared the same room, but . .. well, wasn't it worth a go? "No! I can't pack! I have no bags to pack with! I lost my suitcases!" He tried, after listening to Rhys tell him that they needed to get ready to go.

(づ￣ ³￣)づRayne had her things ready to go . . . and unfortunately for her, she had finished faster than she had anticipated, which meant that it was time. But still . . . how was she supposed to do it? Halfway to the door, Rayne stopped herself. Seriously, she needed to pull herself together. She was starting to panic. Rayne had been doing a pretty good job of keeping her worries in the bottom drawer, but now all her fears were rushing back to her and it made her want to cry. But it was her fault that this was happening. If she would have just told Ingo she was pregnant when she first found out . . . then this would have been a much less stressful trip than it had been. As Rayne made herself start moving again, she pulled her phone out of the Greeley Estates hoodie, Ingo's hoodie, that she had been wearing on the whole trip. She was pretty sure Ingo was in his hotel room, getting ready to go, so she wanted to text Rhys and maybe . .. ask him to make sure that Ingo was, or could possibly be, alone for them to talk. ' Hey Rhys . . . I'm on my way . .. to tell Ingo. I was just wondering if you could maybe see about getting Ingo alone? Maybe, if that is possible? Thanks. '

(づ￣ ³￣)づThe pregnant teen put her phone up and made her way to Ingo's hotel room. Slowly, and very slowly. She really hoped David was not there. He'd been trying to flirt with her again all week, and she just wasn't having it anymore. Of course, her natural instinct was to flirt back, but she had more pressing matters to attend to. After a few minutes of walking, and stalling, Rayne was in front of the door that led to Ingo. She held up her fist to knock, but then brought it down. Ugh, she wasn't ready! She didn't want to come to Ingo when she was like this . . . why couldn't she appear to be happier? But she was too nervous and afraid to be happy. So chances were she looked really serious, which was a very rare sight. Finally, she got the gonads to knock on the door . . . . . and apparently Rhys hadn't gotten her text message. Because David answered the door, and her face fell. She cleared her throat after a moment, and asked him if Ingo was there .. . . and he made a smart a** comment about her not needing Ingo. But she really wasn't in the mood. She wanted to talk to Ingo about this now, and he was making it kind of difficult.

(づ￣ ³￣)づ"David, please move. I need to talk to Ingo, and I am sure you have more important things to do than to talk to some other dudes girlfriend." Yet he wasn't letting her in the room! Gah! She knew that either way, she was in danger of getting in trouble, but she was already really emotional, did he have to make her punch him too!? Rayne was on the verge of just backing down and leaving. She honestly couldn't take the stress right now . . . and if she didn't spill to Ingo in approximately two seconds, then she was going to burst.

[empty sighs and wine]

Mr. and Mrs. Royalle were a bit hesitant when they decided to adopt another child. Not because they were unsure about the state of the teen they were going to be adopting, but because they knew that their daughter, Addie, would go overboard again and start to get . . . super hyper. This was nothing knew to any of the Royalle's though. They had all grown to accept the fact that Addie had ADHD and that she was the most likely to be happy when a new person was invited into their family. This was both a good thing and a bad thing. Good, because Addie was the best person to go to when they needed help preparing for the new arrival and making him or her feel at home. Bad, because Addie was the only one that wanted to help, and when she did help, she wanted to do it herself. It was kind of hard for the Royalle's to believe that when they first took Addie into their care, that she was a totally different person.

When Addie had first come to the Royalle's, she was ten years old, and definitely not the bubbly and social person that she was today. Addie's parents were murdered in front of her eyes when she was only five years old, and flew from foster home to orphanage to other foster homes, because of her ADHD. Yeah, she was still energetic at that age, but more depressed than anything. None of the caretakers could put up with the mood swings that came with her disorder, and the nightmares that left her screaming. That is, until the Royalle's found her. They were a young and married couple that couldn't have kids, and had a patience of steel. They adopted Addie, and while she was hard to take care of at times, over time Addie became the person that she is today. They made sure she had medicine for her disorder all the time, showered her with love, and when she had nightmare's they didn't freak out, but instead comforted her. Buying her a cat helped, too.

Addie loved kittens, and the Royalle's had decided to get her one when she started playing with a kitten on the street. Although, the first kitten that Addie had gotten had been hit by a car about a year ago. That was devastating, seeing as she really loved her cat, Jade, but thankfully, she was able to find a replacement. Well . . . . another kitten, only three months old at the time, that looked exactly like Jade had. Only it was obviously younger, and her name was Jada. But the point that I am trying to make here is this. It was the day of Willem's, their new son, arrival, and Addie was bouncing off the walls. She had gotten up at the crack of dawn to make sure everything was in order. The first thing they woke up to that morning was Addie making breakfast for Willem . . . until The Royalle's had told her that he wasn't going to be there until later that night. When she was told this, her face fell, but she quickly recovered with a pout and served breakfast to everyone in the family. If they had kept their newest adoption a secret, and made it a surprise, half of the kids in the house wouldn't be annoyed by Addie banning everyone from the kitchen, or helping her get together Willem's room. But then again, if they hadn't told them, then Addie would have been mad that she wasn't able to bake her famous brownies.

The sixteen, almost seventeen, year old was the best cook in the house, besides Mrs. Royalle of course. And she loved to make brownies when new people moved into the neighboring houses, or the got a new sister or brother. They weren't too chewy and not too hard, and were just . .. perfect. She even made them using strawberry extract instead of vanilla extract. Because she also liked anything Strawberry, milk aside. Strawberry milk was just nasty. At the moment, Addie was in the kitchen . .. . making two trays of her brownies. She told no one to come into the kitchen, simply because she knew that her siblings would try and sneak some of them before they were ready to be eaten. And they weren't even FOR her family, they were for Willem! Addie had no clue who Willem was, or how he was like, but she was excited all the same! She just hoped he liked her brownies . . . and that he liked her. She hadn't had a problem with her siblings liking her, but when she met people and they saw how hyper she was, they were kind of hesitant to be around her. She knew that she could be annoying at times, but she couldn't help it. She took medicine to lower the energy levels in her body, and make her concentrate more, but that didn't mean she was going to change.

"Jadaaaa. No! Get away from the bowl. You can't have chocolate. No! I will go get you food!" Addie caught her cat trying to lick the chocolate out of the brownie bowl, and picked her up, cradling her in her arms. She was not about to have her baby getting sick from eating human food, no no no! She kissed Jada's cute little black fur, then carried her along as she skipped to the room she was supposed to have organized hours ago. It was just that . .. she got so distracted with making sure the brownie mix was perfect, and then she wanted to make sure that the house was clean enough for their newcomer . .. . and then she just remembered that she was supposed to feed Jada so . .. well, let us just say that Addie took a while to get things done, thanks to the fact that she was distracted easily and was always having to stop what she was doing just to do something else. But she always managed to get whatever needed to be done in the end.

Addie made it to the room that her brothers had brought all of the items from the moving truck that had arrived, and began to arrange things, and fix it all up. "Jadaaaaaa. Look he has stuff for kitties! You might get a new play mate! Aren't you excited!?" Addie was the only person in the house that had a pet, and she knew that her kitten was lonely sometime. So if her new brother had a cat, then maybe they would get along, and maybe Jada wouldn't get so bored all the time! Of course Addie was taking longer than she was supposed to getting the job done . . . because Jada kept getting into things and she kept having to stop her and wound up playing with her . . .but finally she finished. "Mommmmmmm I finished!" She announced, proud of herself like a little kid that finally was potty trained. Addie just had to make sure the brownies were finished now. She went back to the kitchen, and heard the doorbell ring. But she didn't think that it would be their new family member, so just went about pulling out the brownies and cutting them into perfect squares.

Mr. and Mrs. Royalle answered the door with smiles on their faces. They too had been excited about having a new son, but of course they weren't as excited as Addie. They had talked with Allen about Willem, and learned a few key points that they needed to know in order for Willem to be at home. The first thing was . . . not to call him Willem or Willy, at all. He liked to go by Rhys. And that he had a temper when he didn't get things the way he wanted them. Willem was like Addie in many ways, at least he was like the way she was when they first got her. Well . . . maybe a little bit in a worse condition. But it wasn't like they were just going to give up on him. They never returned a child to an orphanage, they just didn't think it was right. "Ah, there you are. We were wondering if you were ever going to come in. We heard the car pull up, and started to get worried." said Mr. Royalle with a chuckle. He took a look at the boy that was standing there, silently, and drinking a shake and couldn't help but think that they had a lot of work on their hands. "Come on in, we had Addie fix up your room and . . I think she might still be . . . hold on a second. Addie!" Mrs. Royalle ushered Allen and Willem inside the house, then called out to see if Addie was downstairs or not.

Of course, she was in the kitchen, and her name being called got her attention. Although, she kind of got scared and dropped the pan that she was putting in the sink. Thank god all the brownies were now on a plate. Unfortunately for Jada, the pan was a glass dish and . . . well it shattered. Addie let out a little screech, then picked up Jada after wards, because chances were her cat was going to try and walk on the glass. She wasn't able to pick up her baby girl though . . . because the loud noise had scared her off, and she was now running towards the door. "Noooo. Come back. Jada, don't you go outside! Last time I couldn't find you! Get back here!" Addie totally ignored their guests in the doorway as Jada ran out the door. She didn't want her little baby to get hit, just like Jade had. Because that was exactly what had happened. Jade had gotten scared and ran out the door, and Addie hadn't been able to get to her before the car had come by and . . . . well long story short, Addie was in tears because of her lost cat. But her mother wouldn't let her go out of the door after Jada.

"Addie, don't be rude! Are you going to say hi?" Addie huffed. She had been excited for them to get there, but her kitten was more important! "Not right now! Jada is going to get hit by a car!" Mr. and Mrs. Royalle didn't knew how she could get about her cat. But they also knew that their daughter was just being overdramatic at the time. Jada wasn't even near the street, although she was running off. "Addie, how about you take Rhys to his room, and let everyone else know that he is here. Taylor and Seth are out back. Everyone else is in their rooms." Addie was being stubborn, and not wanting to follow that plan at all. "Nooo. How about, you get Taylor to get everyone, and I can go get Jada before she gets killed! I am not losing another cat to some meanie pants driver person! I will give say hello when I get back!" Addie stomped off outside, but now she couldn't even see her beloved Jada. She gasped when she noticed that Jada was no where to be seen. "SEE! SOMEONE CATNAPPED MY BABY!" She exclaimed, pointing the statement at her parents.

Mr. Royalle chuckled, although he hoped that Addie did find Jada. He didn't want a repeat of the last time. Mrs. Royalle looked concerned, but she didn't want to leave their guest and new son to go outside and find a cat. "I am so sorry . . . Addie is just a tad over dramatic. I hope she didn't offend anyone. I try to tell her that Jada isn't a person but . . . . she doesn't want to listen. But anyway, Rhys, the other four are somewhere around the house or out in the back-yard. If you have anything in the car, they can get your things for you." Mrs. Royalle pardoned herself to start searching for all of her children, which was a task in such a large house. Mr. Royalle on the other hand was worried that Willem wasn't going to like it here. Had he even been told that they had six kids? He didn't seem like a social person, so . . . . he didn't know how that would work out. Addie had gradually grown accustomed to company, not been thrusted into this type of situation.

[empty sighs and wine]

ⓣⓗⓔ ⓑⓐⓢⓘⓒⓢ...

ⓣⓗⓔ ⓝⓐⓜⓔ ⓘⓥⓔ ⓑⓔⓔⓝ ⓖⓘⓥⓔⓝ:

Triela Iris Hale, babe.

ⓑⓤⓣ ⓨⓞⓤ ⓒⓐⓝ ⓒⓐⓛⓛ ⓜⓔ:

. . .. Just Triela. I mean, if you want to call me LaLa then okay, but I haven't been called that in forever.

ⓘ ⓐⓜ:

Two years over the legal drinking age, meaning a beautiful 23!

ⓣⓗⓔ ⓓⓞⓒⓣⓞⓡ ⓢⓐⓘⓓ:

Sex? Yes please. OH! You meant gender. Judging by the feeling in my shirt . .. I'm definitely a woman.

ⓑⓤⓣ ⓘ ⓢⓣⓘⓛⓛ ⓛⓘⓚⓔ ⓣⓗⓔ:

I sample everything on the platter, babe, meaning I am totally bicurious.

ⓨⓞⓤⓡ ⓢⓘⓝⓖⓘⓝⓖ ⓜⓨ ⓢⓞⓝⓖ:

Starstruck [x - Jeffree Star, Danger Radio

ⓛⓘⓕⓔ ⓗⓐⓢⓝⓣ ⓑⓔⓔⓝ ⓔⓐⓢⓨ :

I'm not a main character of the story, so I won't bore you with a whole bunch of crap that you really don't want to know. There is no point in me informing you on every little detail of my life, so I will skip past the insignificant details of my parentage.The two that gave birth to me don't really matter. I know, I bet you are thinking, what a b***h she isn't even giving her parents the acknowledgment that they deserve for giving birth to her?! Well, I never was on good terms with my parents. I won't say I was a rebel as a child, because I wasn't. I just didn't "live up to their standards". But anyway, we aren't here for the childhood of little ole me. We are here . . . .for the part I play in the DeLium's life. Well, really only one person out of that family . . . although I am sure it has effects on the children of Mr. DeLium. But . . . . you probably have no clue what I am talking about, do you?

That is why I'm here, obviously. It all started when I was fresh out of highschool. I wanted to get up and out of my hometown ASAP. I never liked it there, it was much too boring for me. It definitely wasn't the place that I needed to be in, so I applied at a college in North Carolina, at an Art Institute, and soon after I was on my way out. I had been interested in art ever since I was a kid. You can definitely tell from the way I express myself. I use body art and hair art and whatever else kind of art you can think of. Anyway, my goal when I came here to NC was to graduate from the Art Institute and . . . well, I didn't really know what I wanted to do. Now, of course, I work at a tattoo parlor, with a certain someone who I have grown accustomed to very well. You know who I am talking about . . . the man that gave me my first tattoo? Mr. DeLium? Okay, that is just weird not calling him by his first name. Craig. Yeah, now I work for Craig . . . in more than one way . .. but it didn't start out that way. I was just an eighteen year old, wanting her first tattoo in a place she wasn't familiar with.

So after I went to Life in Ink Tattoos, and had to go back several times to get it filled, I wound up hanging around the one and only Craig DeLium, owner and tattoo artist of the place, because his art interested me. I had never before thought of becoming a tattoo artist. I mean, I had the skill to do so, seeing as I'd been drawing designs since childhood, but it just never occurred to me that I could do it if I put my mind to it. Craig was really sweet. From the conversation we had, I learned just how much he cared about his kids . .. . . and I didn't really hear too much of his wife. Somehow or another . . .. we ended up . . . together. I'm not sure how it started exactly, I just know that we've been sleeping together and seeing each other in secret for a while now. Like . .. . a long while. And like every other person in the planet . . . I have a secret too. I think I might be in love with Craig. And that kind of sucks because. . . . well, obviously it will never get anywhere. I mean . .. he is married and he has kids. What does that leave for me besides a long lasting fling?

I guess now I am just .. .. .well, I feel guilty. Even moreso because I want Craig to choose between me and his wife. I haven't told him that I love him, though, sooooo. Looks like I have some things I need to do. I just know that I don't like all this sneaking around business. I want to meet his kids and his family. But I can't. The moral of the story is . . . . well, there isn't one. Just don't date married men, and that is that.

ⓜⓨ ⓕⓡⓘⓔⓓⓢ ⓢⓐⓨ:

This is the part that I kind of enjoy, better than just telling about mty life. Why? Because no one ever expects me to have the personality that I have. Based on appearance, one would think that I was [a] emo (b) a b***h or [c] a rich wannabe scene kid. Well FIRST OFF. I don't believe in those labels. Scene and emo, that is. I am just a person that expresses herself whatever way she feels like. And I am in no way at all a b***h! I was voted the nicest girl in school of my graduating class! I am really caring . . . And I think about my actions, before I do something stupid. So naturally, I do feel bad about sneaking around with Craig behind his wife's back. I just can't stop though. YOU know that I really care for Craig, more than he probably thinks. And it makes me feel even worse that I don't know how HE feels about me. Am I just a play toy? Or what?

I am playful, yet serious. I know, it sounds weird, but I can be playful, but then get serious real fast. That is because I can kind of sense when something is not supposed to be joked about. And another thing is . . . . my feelings get hurt very easily. I really don't like it when someone is mean to me. Seriously, if someone is mean . ... Well I will most likely tear up on the spot and start bawling. ALTHOUGH I do try to leave the room before that happens. Once I feel my emotions start to swell, I don't want anyone looking at me. Especially since most of the time, I am wearing a lot of make-up, and that s**t runs. Like crazy. Never pay attention to makeup that says 'waterproof'. It isn't true. So . . .. um .. .. I guess that is it :]

ⓑⓔⓗⓘⓝⓓ ⓣⓗⓔ ⓜⓐⓢⓚ:

BACKDROPsilhouette

[empty sighs and wine]

Back while Spencer had still been with her, and they were talking and flirting, Aislinn could definitely tell that they were doing their job. Every once in a while Aislinn would look away from Spencer and over to Mitch, just to see how he was reacting. She knew it was cruel, tempting him like this, but if she didn't, then he would never give in, if not at least for a day. He looked like he wanted to kill Spencer, that is what he looked like. And to be honest, she kind of wanted to laugh at his expression. But then that would show that she was intentionally doing it . . . and he would probably end up fussing at her about it. Maybe that wouldn't be so bad, after all though. When he actually acknowledged the fact that she existed, most of the time he gave up and their argument ended in a whole different situation. She hated the fact that she had to flirt with and kiss other guys and people in order to make him notice her . . . but if it worked then she was going to have no problem doing so.

It wasn't necessarily a hard task, seeing as she looked the way she did. Aislinn had never had a problem getting what she wanted, because all she had to do was flirt. She could flirt and get free items, or flirt and get a discount. She had always loved that people thought she was older than she really was. Even when she wasn't even a teenager yet, people thought she was much older. There were its downsides, though. She couldn't move on from Mitch, because one, she loved him and didn't WANT to move on, and two, because other guys were only concerned with appearance, and would just talk to her to gaze down her shirt. Don't get her wrong, it flattered her, but it did make her feel unimportant, too. Mitch looking down her shirt was a different story, though. They actually had chemistry, and he wasn't ALL about one thing. When he wasn't being a b***h like he was now, he had actually cared for her. When they were best friends . . . well, she missed those days too much to even think about them. But the bad side to looking so grown was that . .. there were some sick people in the world, and there HAD been a few times that Aislinn had been followed home. Of course she had been scared out of her mind, but she lived alone and had for a while . . and her brother was busy, even if he was protective over her.

One of these days, Aislinn was going to just snap at Mitch, and tell him every single thing that was on her mind for the past million years. But she couldn't do it right now . . . because . . . well, she didn't want to ruin her morning. She wanted to wait a little longer to see if Mitch was going to let up. Judging from the way he greeted her for the morning, she was guessing that this was going to be a hard day, though. She didn't see why he couldn't at least be civilized and not a total d**k around her. She wanted him to attempt to be with her. But instead, he went and ignored nearly everything she did or said, and even when they were around each other outside of work, he didn't acknowledge her. She'd gone out for lunch with her brother and Mitch a few times, and EACH time, she didn't even get a glance. It pissed her off and broke her heart at the same time. And it all came back to the fact that Mitch was her brothers' best friend . .. and that he was older than her. It made her wish that she would have been one of those people that didn't grow boobs until like . . .after they hit eighteen, or that she would have stayed annoying to Mitch. But she'd matured and he didn't find her to be a pest anymore, and there was no changing that. There was no changing the fact that she loved him, either.

Aislinn really had no problem with getting or making Mitch coffee, but the way he had asked for it was just unacceptable in her eyes. Besides . . . he always seemed to abuse his duty as being the boss when it came to her. And she didn't like it. When she was at the register, and he made a comment about getting someone else to make his coffee, she sighed. "Well, any smart person would know that ordering somebody else around just because they can makes them a power hungry monster. You ordering ME around to get you coffee? Is THAT how the-" At this point, Aislinn decided to cut herself off, because she was going to start off on a rant, and she really didn't want to let Mitch know just how much he was getting to her by doing all the things that he did. Of course, she was going to go on by saying 'is that how the birthday girl gets treated?!' but . . . well, she didn't. And she also had no clue that Mitch didn't know when her birthday was. But if he was going to keep treating her like this, even after her eighteenth birthday, then she was going to have to just do something extreme.

But instead of something extreme, Aislinn just left to go and get him some coffee. Even though he was being a d**k, she wasn't going to not get him coffee. If she just did what he said, he wouldn't be TOO bad. But she couldn't help but doing what he said and doing what she wanted to to tempt him as well. But when she finally got back to the store, and was standing next to him, he was still being a d**k. Even AFTER she'd gotten his dark cinnamon mocha. She rolled her eyes at him, shooting back. "Well that is why you have a coffee maker in your office, genius. And besides. . . any book is 50% off for me." She smiled, tilting her head and looking up at him. Like I said . . . flirting got her discounts. And she was sure that by now, Mitch knew that for himself. Aislinn didn't even comment on his sarcastic statement about duct tape. Mostly because putting tape next to a heated surface wasn't such a smart idea, and more than that, because it seemed as if he was never going to just . . . loosen up around her. Even when he did give in and do something with her, he was paranoid about it. He was treating her like a five year old, which she most definitely was not.

"Ya know Mitch . . . you should just relax once in a while. Work isn't all about working. Have a little fun." She commented as she was putting away the CD's, after he told her that she could go back to the register. She knew that working at the register was her job, but he didn't need to tell her. She was just going to continue putting CD's up. Besides . . . if she was working at the register, she couldn't purposely drop CD's in his view and then bend over to pick them up, now could she? Aislinn took her sweet time with putting up the CD's, because it wasn't like they had any customers yet, anyway. What was the point in standing at a desk if there was no one there to buy anything? People normally didn't start coming into the store until an hour after it opened, because it WAS kind of early. But it really didn't take that long for her to finish stocking the CD's, so soon she found herself back at the counter with Mitch. . "Did you not get the memo from Aiden?" She asked, pulling herself up so that she was sitting on the counter. "We have a new employee, and HE will be in charge of the register from now on. I get to do whatever it is you do all day. Walk around and order people around." She smiled at him, then looked over towards the door. The bell had just rung, signaling the arrival of a new someone. “Speak of the devil, there he is now."

Aislinn slid smoothly off the counter, then went to greet Craig, their newest employee. Canden's really didn't have a lot of people that worked there, simply because it never got super crowded. Of course, they had more than just Aiden, Mitch, and Aislinn, but not TOO many more people than that. There was the repair people for the utilities, and someone to clean, and another person to help with CD arrangement, but Mitch was the only other person in the music store that was qualified to work the register. Which wasn't that good, seeing as Aislinn didn't work all the time, she had school to attend to, and also time for fun! Aislinn greeted Craig in a flirty manner, and started asking him about what Aiden had taught him and what-not. When Craig had been interviewed, before Aiden had left, she'd planned to use him against Mitch. Yeah, it was a bit wrong . . . using one person to make another person jealous or angry, but Aislinn did it because she loved someone. And Aislinn was sure that what she had in mind would at least get on Mitch's nerves, if not make him react outwardly.

It didn't take long for Aislinn to show Craig what he was supposed to do, as far as procedure for clocking in and out, and what he was to do if he didn't have anything to do at the register. She made sure to flirt as much as possible without doing anything too bad, "too bad" meaning something that her own brother would notice, and possibly fire Craig for. But Aiden wasn't there . . . so she could use it to her advantage. After about twenty minutes or so, Aislinn set Craig up at the register. She had to supervise him until she made sure he got the hang of it, but that wasn't going to be too difficult. After he had successfully rang up one person's purchases, Aislinn got a brilliant idea. "See? Easy as pie. I bet you could do this with your hands tied behind your back." She had to force herself to flirt with Craig more. . . . because she would rather flirt with another person . . but of course, again, he flirted with her, and that was when she revealed her plan. "Mitch can you please take over the register?" She looked over to Mitch with a sinister smile, that told him she was about to be doing something that she knew would get to him, at least at the smallest degree.

"Craig . . . you know, if you are going to be working with me there is one other place that I need to show you. You'll probably grow very familiar with it over time." Oh yeah, Aislinn was talking about the supply closet. She wouldn't mind a little make out with Craig. . he was, after all, attractive. She would never date him, per se, but he was attractive enough to kiss. Attractive enough to be used. Aislinn grabbed onto Craig's hand as she pulled him along with her, heading towards the closet. "We'll be back." She sang towards Mitch as she reached closer and closer to her destination. In actuality, she wasn't going to make-out with him in that closet. But she could make Mitch think that she was. And that was just as good. She just hoped that her brother didn't spontaneously pop up out of thin air. She didn't want Craig to be fired just because she decided to use him. Why didn't she think the same about Mitch? Because she knew that Aiden wouldn't fire his friend. He would get over Mitch liking, if he still did, his little sister, who really wasn't all that little at all.

[empty sighs and wine]

The rich snob didn’t totally hate her job, but the morning routine was not exactly her favorite. First off, she had to wake up early. Even though her grandfather DID work for human resources, she was expected to be up and at ‘em at the same time as everyone else, which sucked. Did Disney not understand that she was a popular girl? Popular for the wrong reasons, maybe, but all the same, she was invited to parties. And these weren’t little kiddie parties, so she stayed up late partying. Okay, so not really. In all honesty, Raini didn’t party that much. But she WAS up late. Just not for that reason. She was invited to many parties that didn’t end until the A.M, but that didn’t mean that was where she was early in the A.M. Where could you find the pampered princess? Most likely in her room. She stayed up late, on her laptop, doing whatever she was interested in doing. Either that, or homework. Yeah, yeah, bet you thought Miss Rose would never actually sit down and do school work, or do something so geeky as to sit and play on her computer, did you? Just because she had a lot of money and was a b***h, didn’t mean she was dumb or wasn’t capable of doing anything else but bitching.

Raini Rose actually loved computer programming, doing graphics, and making other codes for online websites. Her favorite things to do were making profile codes for MySpace and Gaia profiles, along with graphics and such for those types of websites. She was able to fix any problem that was on a computer in a heartbeat. She just didn’t want to project these talents that she had. The only talent that she wanted to project was her singing talent. That talent wouldn’t get her weird looks like her hidden one would. No, her singing got her envious looks, and that gave her a thrill. Knowing that people wanted what she had, and what they would never get, made the girl happy. This was the reason that she had the job as Vanessa anyway. Vanessa had singing parts in The Little Mermaid did she not? She did, and so on those occasions when they would perform in front of an audience, she had the chance to sing. That was a bonus with her job. But . . . we seem to have gotten a bit off track. What were we talking about? The reasons that she didn’t like the morning routine? Oh yes, that was it wasn’t it?

Second off, she honestly didn’t know any of the people, and she didn’t want to have to share an area with them to get dressed and do make-up in. She deserved to have her own, and private, area to get dressed in. The dressing rooms here weren't even . . . let's just say that it was very easy to see someone else getting dressed and undressed. She didn't know of anyone looking in on HER though. While she did like attention from people, she didn't necessarily want people watching her while she got changed for work. She didn't want people looking at her in that manner unless it was preparation for something OTHER than work . . if you understand what I mean. But Raini had to do it anyway, and she wasn't going to complain about it. Even though she really really wanted to. She wanted to at least TRY and seem an okay person at work, even if it was nearly impossible for her to not be a b***h. It wasn't as if Raini could help that though . . . she had grown up in an environment where she got anything and everything she wanted, and was spoiled. She had grown to become very picky and if she didn't get her way . . . she couldn't help but to let everyone else know.


Upon arriving at the Castle, Raini found that many of the people were already getting ready for work. She noticed a few more than the others, simply because she was envious of them. The people she was speaking of were Adriano and Spencer, of course. They seemed to be so smitten with each other . . . . and Raini didn't like it. Why couldn't she have a guy interested in her that way? She wanted to just break it up right then and there, even though all they were doing was talking to each other. They just looked so cute together, and it bothered the girl. Raini hadn't severed any ties they had with each other yet, though. Lately, she had been trying, really trying, not to get involved with other people's relationships. And . . . well, as you know her efforts were in vain. She couldn't just let some other girl have a perfect relationship, the relationship that SHE wanted and never received. That and . . . . well, Adriano had a good taste in clothes. A sad face due to a broken heart would not go well with the clothes she had seen Adriano wearing. So Raini just huffed as she walked past the starstruck "couple" and went to one of the make-up desks.

She was just about to start layering on the make-up that made her the most Vanessa-like, when she heard a familiar voice. Max. She paused for a moment to look over at him as he greeted the others with a heartbreaking smile. Literally heartbreaking. She wasn't unaware of Max's ways with the ladies. In fact, she thought they had the most in common out of all the other people she knew. Despite the fact that they were both b***h-y . . well, she was a b***h and he was a d**k, he could still be okay. He could put on an act and charm the ladies, and at least be civilized and polite . .. while Raini just didn't like to be nice to everyone else. Sure, there were times where she was genuine towards another, but she had to REALLY know them. And she didn't REALLY know anyone else besides Max. Raini kind of glared at him as he was greeting everyone else .. . . because it made her look bad. But it was her own fault that she didn't know how to say good morning without an insult following.

Raini got rid of her glare, however, upon further inspection. She couldn't glare at a person that looked that good. Yeah, she would admit, though not to anyone other than herself, that she thought Max was hot. But just because she thought he was attractive, didn't mean that she liked him like that. She turned to the mirror in front of her and was getting out everything that she would need to do her make-up when Max finally got to her and told her good morning. She glanced over at him again, with a scowl at his comment about the coffee. "I've had my coffee, fortunately for you. Your sunglasses on the other hand. . . well, they are going to suffer." It was a split-second decision for Raini to snatch his sunglasses from his head as she passed him to go and get her costume and change. She wasn't going to do make-up and THEN get dressed. And smart person would know that that was a bad idea. Make-up COULD rub off on the material, ya know.

Once in an empty dressing room, she changed into the costume she was supposed to wear. It was, like most of the others' outfits, a dress. She really liked her outfit, because she'd had it customized. It had taken some convincing, but she had been able to design her own costume, as long as she let the people that worked after her use it too. Ha, like there would be anyone wearing HER designs! She still wore the elegant and corseted dress anyway. It was strapless, and the flow-y material at the bottom reached her knees. The shoes she wore with it were, of course, heels. Black and purple to match the outfit she was wearing, and they were sort of plain. Not fancy heels or anything, just two different colors. They could get a bit uncomfortable at times, but it wasn't anything she couldn't handle. Raini did, after all nearly ALWAYS wear the things. Not only that, but being beautiful came at a price, a price which Raini was definitely familiar with. The nineteen year old gathered the clothing she had worn over to her job and walked out of the changing room, storing her clothes in the lockers that employee's were permitted to put their things in.

She had almost forgotten that she'd so rudely stolen Max's sunglasses from his head until she was back at the make-up mirror, but only because she realized that he looked odd without them. She was used to him always having a pair of sunglasses on, so she took them from her own forehead and placed them back on his. "Yeah . . . you definitely need those more than I do. They look better on you, anyway." She paused taking out some lip gloss and lip liner applying some of it before turning back to Max. "I think I should go to b***h mode, just to spite you. But I won't . . .because I need your help!" Yeah, she was the type to be nice only when she wanted something, but Max of all people should know the deal about that. What did she need help with, though? Make-up. Yeah, a bit pitiful asking a guy for help with MAKE UP, but she wanted to wear eye-liner today, and to be honest she was never good at putting that type of stuff on. She could put on everything else, including eyeshadow and fake eyelashes (though those were a fashion don't) but for some reason she was incapable of putting on eyeliner. She always had someone else put it on for her.

"How are you with eyeliner?" She asked picking up a purple stick of eyeliner that she wanted to wear. Raini turned and leaned against the table, looking to Max to see what his answer would be. Either way, he was going to be the person to put it on her anyway. She wasn't about to ask any of the other people that were getting dressed to help her, because one, they didn't like her and two, she didn't know them. "I can eliminate b***h-mode as much as possible if you help me put it on. And if not . . . well, then I should probably refrain from telling you that you shouldn't wear that shirt. Ever." What? She didn't think it looked good on him! Maybe in a different color . . . a darker shade of blue rather than the light colored one he was wearing. But she didn't think anything of the 'insult'. It was friend to friend advice, anyway. Instead of worrying about hurting anyone's feelings, though she wasn't sure Max had feelings anyway, considering how he treated girls, she was worried about her eye liner!

Although. . . she did find herself wondering about what was going on with him and that one girl . . . she couldn't even remember the girls name. She just remembered hearing something about a girl about a week ago. She didn't even know why she was wondering about it anyway . . . it was out of character for her to wonder about anything that didn't have to due with herself. Finding this an odd thought, she didn't ask him about it, and just waited patiently . . . or rather, impatiently, for an answer to her eye-liner question.

[empty sighs and wine]

♥♥♥♥♥♥Did Xan really have time for a movie later on in the afternoon? To be honest, she wasn’t all that sure. If things went the way she wanted them to, she would be with Shaant for the rest of the day. But . . . she would have to give up some time with Shaant if she was going to patch up the relationship with Riley. Sisters were supposed to be skin tight, even more so because the two were twins. But because Xandria was a rock star . . . and fairly busy all of the time, they weren’t as close as she would have like to be with her sister. And as much as she wanted to spend more time with Shaant, preferably Seve, she had to work harder at this whole sister thing. This is where the movie came into play. She was sure they could bond over a movie . . . although she wasn’t exactly sure what her sister would want to watch. It had been a long time since they had gone to a movie theater together just to hang. Xandria did hope that it worked out . . . and that they could at least talk about the way things were going and all, but at the moment . . . there were more pressing matters in mind. I know what you are thinking; what could be more important than your own sister? Well, Xandria didn’t think Shaant was more important than her sister, she just wanted to see him at the moment, more than she wanted to see her sister. ((See? Xan and Riley really DO need to spend more time together))

♥♥♥♥♥♥Xan was glad that her sister had agreed to going out for a movie, although she knew they could do better. The red haired female gave her a sister a hug on her way out as she was talking. And yeah, she knew she was talking really fast, but that was just the way she got when she was in a hurry. She also knew that the hug was a bit awkward . . . but these types of awkward situations never fazed her. Okay, so that was a lie . . . but she dealt well with these types of awkward situations. She went to call Shaant on her way out, but cursed when she noticed that there were a few text messages in her inbox. She saw two messages from Dylan, some from Shaant because the message took a text or two, and then finally one from Seve. If Seve’s message wasn’t in her inbox, then the first message she would have checked was Shaant’s. But Seve had messaged her back . . . and even though she knew she shouldn’t, she started getting a tingly feeling in her stomach. She was hoping, even with a simple reply to a previous message, that maybe he would suddenly announce some semblance of love for her. But she knew that that wasn’t going to happen. He didn’t love her, or even like her, at all.

♥♥♥♥♥♥Her heart dropped at the message. Her deadly injury wasn’t a broken heart, but nonetheless her heart was the tiniest bit broken. Why was it that when she genuinely loved somebody, that she couldn’t be with that person for one reason or another. Seve because of the fact that he didn’t even like her, and Shaant because she had no clue whether he was just there for the sex, and even if he wasn’t, he was a prostitute and had no reason to settle down with one person. Xan didn’t know how to respond to Seve’s message . . . but she knew that she had to, somehow. It would have been rude on her part if she just totally ignored him. She did laugh at the part about the library though. Rock Stars at a library? Who would have ever thought of that happening? Actually, Xan actually had been to the library a few times, but it really would be defying the press if they had a band meeting at a library. It was a good idea, maybe she could use it some time. She opened up a text message to Seve, leaning against the wall outside her apartment.

Ha ha ha,
No broken heart here!
Awe thanks, glad to know
I’m needed somewhere. :]
But ahaha, we can make that happen.
Next time we are so meeting up at a library.
Ballin idea, babe.
And okay. . . see you later!
<3 Xandria

♥♥♥♥♥♥Of course, she kind of forgot to tell him that she wasn’t going to be attending the meeting in the first place, but he would find out soon enough. It wasn’t like he would care, anyway. She moved her mind away from the slightly down state that Seve’s text had left her, and went on to Dylan’s text messages. She would have gone to Shaant’s, but she was kind of going to be calling him here soon, anyway, so there really was no point in her paying attention to those. Of course she was going to read them, but she didn’t need to reply. She glared at Dylan’s texts, firstly at his proclamation that she had failed, and next at his question on what could be more important than her band. She honestly had no idea on how she could answer that question, so she glared at it as a result. She wished she could tell her band that Shaant was more important than their meeting, but that would definitely not go over well. He was in a rival band, and she was pretty sure someone in the group would bring up the term ‘fraternizing with the enemy’.

Nu! Not fail.
It is called being clumsy!
And awe, I sorry I bailed.
It makes me feel bad! But!
I will make it up to everyone,
I promise! Give everyone hugs
For me? xD I love you guys
Oh, and text me answers when you
get the chance. But I am cutting off
my phone soon.
<3 Xandria.

♥♥♥♥♥♥Yeah, she was planning to cut off her phone as soon as she made it to Shaant. She really didn’t want anything interrupting their time together, because they hadn’t seen each other, or done anything together, in a while. When she got in the car, that was when she glanced at Shaant’s texts. She was tempted to respond back, just to come back with a flirty statement. But she could always just tell him that she would rather him come to her as a vampire, when they were face to face. Shaant’s favorite pick was a winner with her. She would definitely rather get a hotel room with him than go to a mall or a bowling alley. There were certain things that they could do together that would get them arrested if they did them in public. The thought of getting a hotel room with him made her want to see him even more, though not just for the reason that she’d first met him for. She really did enjoy his company. He was sweet and he knew how to make her feel special, which was something she definitely needed.

♥♥♥♥♥♥Finally she could actually call him like she’d said she would. She’d probably look like an idiot just sitting in her car and talking on the phone. But she didn’t necessarily want to drive and talk on the phone at the same time, for fear of getting in a wreck! So for the time being, she sat in the parking lot so that she could actually have a conversation with Shaant. That is, if he even picked up the phone. Would he be mad at her for hanging up on him earlier? Well, she would find out. After dialing his phone number, she waited patiently for him to answer so that she could hear his voice. She smiled when she heard his familiar greeting, just the world ‘Hello’ dragged out a little bit. This was when she complained about not being able to see him, and him taking so long to get back to her. Of course Xan was being dramatic with her words, seeing as that was generally how she was in the first place. Being dramatic made things a lot less serious, anyhow. She shook her head at Shaant saying that he didn’t seem to be doing anything right, even though she could hear a joking undertone in his voice. “Awe, not EVERYTHING you’ve done today has been wrong. You answered my call, didn’t you?” If Shaant hadn’t answered, even though he was the person that had originally called in the first place, she would have been heartbroken. Not only would she have had to go to the meeting, but the feeling of rejection would have washed over her . . . again. And that wasn’t particularly anything she wanted to go through.

♥♥♥♥♥♥Xan found herself unable to stop smiling. She never could make the smile disappear from her face when she was talking to, or with, Shaant, and she loved that. His reason for calling her made her want to go ‘awwwwwwwwwwwwwwww’. It was sweet that he was calling to verbally apologize, as she didn’t know many guys that even knew what the word apologize meant, except for maybe Dylan. But she wasn’t attracted to Dylan, so that didn’t really count. And then he asked her to go and pick him up . . . because apparently Luka was knocked the ******** out, and he didn’t have a ride. Either that, or he would just rather have her pick him up, which wouldn’t be a problem, seeing as Luka was asleep and all. She was just about to answer his question when she heard Shaant trying to imitate the sounds of Luka’s snoring, and she couldn’t help but to giggle. “Of course I’ll pick you up! You don’t have to walk, silly. And you don’t have to hide in the trunk, either. There’s nothing wrong with you sitting up front with me, unless you are so inclined to be all locked up in a confined and dark space . . . without ME.” She felt bad that he felt that he had to hide or something when she came to pick him up. She didn’t really care so much about random people in cars seeing them together, because they would be moving and no one would be able to tell who they were. She was just worried about paparazzi snapping pictures of them, and everyone finding out about it. But if they were quick about making it to their destination, then they wouldn’t have to worry about that.

♥♥♥♥♥♥Wait, had she told Shaant that she was all for the hotel? She wasn’t sure . . . thankfully Shaant brought it up, so she didn’t have to ask him if she gave him her answer. “Hmmmm. Wellllll. Are you sure we wouldn’t have more fun at the mall? You know . . . going incognito could be very amusing. I think you should dress as a drag queen to get some laughs.” She joked with him. Of course, she wasn’t serious, and that was apparent by the way she wasn’t able to keep a laugh escape from her mouth as she ended her suggestion. “No, I like that the idea of the hotel. Unless you prefer to dress as a drag queen so we can make our way around a mall. Personally, I think a hotel sounds much more entertaining.” She grinned as she carefully began pulling out of her parking space and steering with one hand. She stayed on the phone, although she wasn’t really talking that much, or at all really, because she was so concentrated on driving. She hoped he wasn’t going to hang up, though he shouldn’t, seeing as he could most likely hear her car running and the music playing lightly in the back ground. Xan wasn’t much of a multi-tasker, so she was pretty sure if she took her attention off of her driving to say something, then she would wind up wrapped around a light pole.

♥♥♥♥♥♥Stopping at a stop-light, she finally spoke up again. “Sorry, I was driving. I could hang up, but I don’t really feel like doing that. You can just talk . . . or pretend I am rambling about something totally irrelevant. Anyway . . . I’m on my way.” The stop light turned green and while she didn’t really want to stop talking to him, her not getting into an accident was more important. “I can’t multi-task at all, sorry! I guess I’ll let you go. Almost there . . . I’ll be waiting in the car, outside in about five minutes, kay? You better have a hug for me!” Xan said her goodbyes and was finally able to focus ALL of her attention on the road ahead of her. Okay, so maybe not all of it. She was feeling pretty giddy at the moment, excited about seeing Shaant again. The time passed as quickly as it took her to get to Shaant’s apartment complex, and soon she was in the spot she normally parked in when she had to pick him up. She debated on sending him a text message telling him she was there, but she HAD told him she’d be there soon, so she just patiently waited, at least as patiently as possible for the hyper girl to do so, tapping her fingers on the steering wheel.

[empty sighs and wine]

This wasn't going as she had planned it, at all. Of course, Addie hadn't planned for this to happen in the first place, anyway. She'd thought that Spencer was cute looking and all, and that he had some boyfriend qualities, but he hadn't been who she was interested in. How had that changed so quickly? She had invited him over on this date for the intensive purpose of getting Alex off of her back, not because she wanted them to date, seriously. At least, that had been what she thought at that moment in time, when she had originally sent him the text asking him about the date. Now, at this moment in time, though, that definitely wasn't the case. She didn't want for her date to be interrupted! She was . . . well, she was having a blast. And it was doing something so simple as playing a video game together that made it so fun. The fact that she had been playing games and talking with Spencer for a while now made Addie come to the realization that maybe she could actually like him, instead of just pretending for Alex.

Or maybe it was something else. Maybe she had come to the realization that she truly DID like Spencer. Was that so impossible to be true? Addie had to think about it while she and Spencer were having fun, getting into the game. She was confusing herself. . . . could she like more than one person at the same time? And why did she have to all of the sudden come to realizations. Couldn't it have waited until AFTER she'd gone out with Jayzon? Okay . . . she shouldn't be thinking that. It was rude. But seriously. If she had made it to a date with Jayzon, she would have been able to actually compare the two together, and see which one she honestly and truly liked. Right now . . . she was leaning towards Spencer. Well, in all honesty, Spencer was leaning on her, using her as a pillow, which she had no problem with. She actually liked it. If she were watching this scene, she would have thought 'awwww, how cute!'. Because it felt right. She was glad that instead of rushing to go out with Jayzon, she'd given Spencer the chance to hang with her first.

At least, our Addie was glad for a little while. Her happiness was enjoyable while it lasted. But then everything was ruined with the arrival of Jayzon. Okay, it wasn't so much him that had ruined her happiness, for a brief second she was actually happy to see him, but then he and Spencer started fighting and . . . .well, she didn't like that so much. Addie didn't much like any type of fighting, regardless of who was doing the fighting. She was a sensitive girl, and just those two pushing each other made her want to stand up and force herself between them to tell them to stop. She didn't get the chance to, though. Before she could even say anything, Spencer shot out of her apartment, leaving her heartbroken. Addie couldn't believe that he would think of her as the type of girl to call another guy to save her from a date, especially when she didn't need saving. She debated on sending Spencer a text, but he seemed to angry, and she doubted that he would even read it. He would probably delete it as soon as he saw that it was her. She thought she deserved it a little bit though. . .She felt really bad about telling Jayzon she would go out with him, after a date with Spencer, not like either of them knew it.

She was really mad though. At herself, and at Jayzon. Jayzon because she didn't understand why he had to just show up at her house, unannounced. Okay, so he HAD announced himself, but she told him she would see him later! What really made her mad was that he looked pleased with himself when Spencer had left. But that emotion didn't show so much as her sadness did. She didn't know what to do . . . and she didn't want things to be ruined with Spencer . . . but it didn't look like she was going to be able to fix things. Jayzon seemed determined for them to hang out, now, judging by the way he had responded to her little rant. She huffed, running a hand through her hair. "Jayzon, I don't hate you . . . but I was kind of doing something right now. I told you I was going to meet up with you later. I'm pretty sure you could have entertained yourself while you were waiting." What had happened to the Jayzon that she liked? Addie didn't know a lot about Jayzon, even though she was one of his biggest fans, even before they had met in person, but she'd thought he was . . . well, she wasn't sure what she thought anymore.

Alex had told her that he was nothing but a womanizer, and a heartbreaker, but she didn't believe her. She STILL couldn't believe that Jayzon was that bad, even if he was being a total jerk at the moment. But Alex was the one that she needed to talk to at the moment, so she texted her. After she had sent the message and yelled a bit at Jayzon, she found herself wandering out of her room to see if maybe, just maybe, Spencer was still there. But of course he wasn't. He had left and she knew he wasn't coming back. So she yelled a bit at Jayzon and went back to her room, then into the bathroom, slamming both of the doors. She'd calmed down a bit by the time Jayzon had entered her room, thankfully. Addie, by then, was sitting down on her bed and listening to a voicemail on speaker phone. Alex had called while she was trying to get herself together.

Addie appreciated Alex's threat . . . but she still didn't think it was necessary, even if Jayzon leaving did sound like a good idea. Despite his intrusion, she was still going to stick to her word and hang out with him. But not NOW. She had to fix things with Spencer! And she couldn't do that if she was here with Jayzon, could she? She didn't necessarily want to leave him here by himself either. It wasn't that she didn't trust him in her house alone, but if Alex came home, she would have a fit, and Addie wouldn't hear the end of it! Just then . . . Jayzon started talking. He was . . .apologizing? That was . . . sweet. But there was something about his voice that was telling her that she shouldn't believe this. The better side of Addie didn't want to be so mad at him anymore, though. She sighed and listened to his words half-heartedly. Her mind was, of course, still on apologizing to Spencer. But her thoughts went back to Jayzon when she felt his hands on her shoulders. She looked at him and paused for a moment. He actually wanted her to be his girlfriend? He was willing to be her boyfriend?

She never for one second believed that she actually had a chance with him. He was famous and . .. well, she was a simple dream chaser, a video game and fashion design obsessed girl that for some reason was crushing on a person that she had no chance with. At least . . . she hadn't thought so. She laughed at the speculative look that Jayzon gave to her suggestion at him stuffing himself in the vending machine. She wasn't AS mad at him as she was before . . . he sure did know how to sweet talk a girl, but she was still pretty pissed off, as well as down in the dumps. But before she knew it, he had his lips on hers. And it really surprised her. It was a quick kiss . . . but all the same, she didn't really like it. NO! She wasn't saying she didn't like the kiss in itself . .. she just wasn't ready for Jayzon to kiss her, nor did she want him to kiss her at that moment. She wasn't very pleased with him, so why would she want to kiss him! No, Addie didn't like the fact that he took it upon himself to kiss her, without even asking if it was okay. Alright, so she realized that guys didn't normally ask if it was okay to kiss you before they did it . . . but they weren't even in a romantic set up! He was only kissing her to make her not mad at him anymore!

Wait a second. The thought of him only kissing her to make her forgive him really didn't bode well with her. She didn't know if that was the reason he was doing it or not, but that was what she was set to believe. Addie wound up pushing Jayzon away from her and standing up from her bed. She would probably regret this later but . . . for the time being she just needed out. "Jay, I'm not really in the mood right now for you to play around. I don't care how you get inside, just . . . . . I don't care!" Addie grabbed her phone and slid it in her pocket, then went over to the desktop computer that she had on her desk and quickly picked a CD's worth of songs. That's right, she was making Spencer a CD as quick as possible, so she could go and see him and possibly be forgiven. It wasn't very nice to just leave Jayzon like that, but seeing as he wasn't invited in the first place . . . she wasn't too worried about it. If Jayzon didn't realize what he did wrong, and what indeed WAS wrong, then she didn't know how she could explain it to him.

It only took about three minutes to get a CD made. She put it in a case and then made sure she had her messenger bag, before turning back to Jayzon. She wasn't sure what to say to him . . . something mean? Something else? She had to think for a second . . . she was kind of in a hurry to get away from him, and she was still pissed at the thought of him trying to sweet talk his way into forgiveness. "I've got to go. You can stay here . . . if you want to deal with Alex's wrath, but it might be in your best interest to go home. I'm not going to take back what I said about me coming over to your house . . . but right now just is NOT the time. Um. . . you just . . you don't get it." He really didn't get it! He didn't understand that she was hurt by Spencer leaving, and that she was going through a dilemma at the moment. She wasn't sure if he would eventually get it or not, but she just knew that she had something to fix at the moment. And she really really really did not want Spencer to stay mad at her . . . she hadn't wanted him mad at her at all! So without further ado . . . she left her apartment.

The first thing she did was make sure that she actually had Spencer's address. There would be no point in leaving if she had no idea where she was supposed to be headed. Thankfully, she had actually been to his place with Alex before, and she had saved the address. The next thing she did was stop at a gas station to get that green monster that would accompany the CD. Alex hadn't texted her back, or mentioned in the voicemail, anything about the monster, but she didn't care. At this point . .. she would buy out the whole gas station if it meant that Spencer would give her a chance to explain what was going on. After she had a monster in a bag, she finally made her way to Spencer's apartment. It wasn't that much of a hassle getting there, and soon she was on her way up the stairs and to his apartment door. Though when she knocked on the door . . . no one answered. She couldn't believe this. She had made him a CD and bought him an apology present, and . . . he was either ignoring her or just not there?! Scandalous.

Addie stood there, waiting for a moment. Maybe he really was there and just . . . in the bathroom! That was it! But after waiting another five minutes or so . . . she was starting to give up . . . and she felt like she was going to cry. Things just weren't going well at all for her today . . . first she left her sketch book at the diner . .. . . and now she had a misunderstanding with Spencer and . . . she had bought a monster and made a CD for nothing. But before she gave up and went home, she decided to try one more thing. She reached for the doorknob and turned it. SCORE! It was open! By now she figured that since Spencer obviously wasn't home . . . that she could just wait for him inside. She really hoped that there wasn't any type of burglary alarm . . because she really didn't want to be arrested! Thankfully, she was all clear. She walked further into his apartment and found herself in the living room. Addie had been hoping that he really WAS home . . . but he wasn't. She'd just have to wait for him and . . . sit in his gamer chair. She didn't have one for herself, but HE did and it looked really comfortable!

Sitting in the chair, Addie set the items she had brought along in her lap and leaned her head against the back of the chair. She hoped he wasn't going to take forever getting home. Otherwise, she would get really bored and start playing his game system. But considering the look on his face when he left her house, she doubted he would be happy with that.

[empty sighs and wine]

Triela loved working at LIfe in Ink, almost as much as she loved art. Of course, art was incorporated with her job at the tattoo parlor; there was the process of tattooing, doing piercings, and drawing the designs that went onto other people's skin. Triela herself stuck with drawing designs and handing them off to others to ink, along with piercing other peoples' bodies. It was the type of art that the young woman really loved, the art of expression through the use of design and color. But that wasn't the only reason Miss Hale loved her job. She loved it because in addition to doing something she loved, she got to work with a man that made her smile . . . and a lot of other things that gaia does not permit me to say. The man was Craig DeLium . . . a very attractive tattoo parlor owner and married man. The fact that he was married didn't stop Triela from having a little fun with him though. She couldn't help that. It was only natural. Men like Craig made Triela go weak in the knees; the caring and loving kind that knew what they were doing and had a life cut out for them. His looks played a factor in her admiration for him, as well, but for Triela, she felt much more than lust for her boss and illicit lover. That night after closing, she and Craig were at it again. And the female didn't feel guilty about it . . . at the time. She just enjoyed the moment and then helped him to get things ready for the morning. She smiled at Mr. DeLium, checking her pockets to make sure that she had everything she needed, then looked back up to him. "Well, of course I'll be here early. I wouldn't be a good employee if I didn't, now would I?" Triela grinned, knowing that even if she showed up for work just to have some fun with Craig, she would still be considered a good employee, at least in Craig's eyes. But because she actually loved her job, that wasn't the reason she was here in North Carolina. "See you in the morning, love." She called to Craig as she made her way to her vehicle.

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Triela had arrived at her house not too long after she had left the tattoo parlor. It wasn't that far away from where she worked, which was a good thing, considering she paid most of what she made on her house bills, rather than gas. It wasn't too big of a thing, a nice two bedroom with a garage and a backyard. It got kind of lonely, though. Triela lived with herself, seeing as she had moved here from elsewhere as soon as she had graduated. At times, she found herself wishing that she had stayed home, but then again, if she hadn't moved here, she would have never met Mr. DeLium. The pink haired female was currently up and about, already having been awake for a good amount of time. She actually was a morning person, and was making sure that everything in the house was in order. But like I said . . . she got lonely in that house. No one lived with her, and she didn't have but one close friend, who wasn't even in the same state as she was, so she was trying to get out of the house as soon as possible. However she was sure that it was too early even for Craig to be at Life and Ink. So she made herself a nice plate of pancakes, and drank some orange juice with them. As she ate . . . she felt the guilt creep up on her. It happened to her every single time. She wouldn't feel a thing while doing the deed, but once she got home and started thinking about it . . . she felt really bad. She didn't mean to be involved with a married man . . but that was just how things had played out. She hadn't meant to fall in love either but . . . she did it anyway.

As Triela cleaned up her dishes and cleaned the kitchen, she couldn't help but to wonder if that was what she was really feeling. Love. She'd never felt this way about anyone before, and she had most certainly never met a man like Craig before. Her parents would have frowned upon seeing a man nearly twice her age . .. okay, just 17 years older, but there were perks to dating an older man. He had more experience, and was definitely not immature like most guys her age were. But Triela couldn't let herself believe this was love, even if she did feel butterflies when she was around Craig. Because she had no clue how Craig felt about HER. Yeah yeah, she knew that he liked her for sex, but that wasn't what she needed to know. She needed to know if he lloved her. It was kind of hard to think that he did, seeing as he had a wife and many children, though. She honestly felt like telling him they couldn't see each other anymore, but what good would that do for them? Break her heart and . . . nothing for him? She was determined to ask him about it today though . . . she just had to get the guts to do so.

It was now time for her to head off to work, and just early enough to ensure her that Mr. DeLium would be there, ready to sign that shipment. The twenty three year old pulled on a pair of fish net stockings, with her favorite pair of hot pink heels that matched her hair color, along with a pleated leather mini, dressed with a few chains, and a nice band tee that framed her curves beautifully. A quick double check of the contents of her black backpack purse, and she was off to Life in Ink. Upon arriving the parlor, Triela noticed that there was someone besides Craig approaching the building. No doubt, it was the order she knew they were waiting for. She wanted to help out and just sign the order for Mr. DeLium, but no matter how good she looked, the person delivering the order wasn't allowed to let her sign for him. So she merely smiled at the man and found Craig somewhere in the place. "Good Morning, Craig. Sleep well?" She asked with a genuine smile, kissing him on the cheek lightly. She may have looked scene or like a b***h and what-not, but in all honesty, she was the sweetest girl in the world. She was just caught up in a bad situation. "The order will be here in about three seconds. I passed the delivery guy on my way in. I would have signed for you, but I don't think I could pass for a man of your status." Triela set her things down and pulled her half-sized sketchbook from the bag she had brought with her, sitting in a chair until she was instructed to do something else.

[empty sighs and wine]

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I just have a few things to say here.

One; this is an advanced literate role-play. If you aren’t advanced literate [see my standards in the rules] then feel free to read along, but I am going to have to ask you not to even try joining [not trying to be harsh, people!].

Two; I made the story in three separate parts. Yes, it is a bit long. But trust me, it makes more sense in this way. Don’t think that just because the story is long and that my rules are semi-long, that it is super-hard to get into! I am really nice, I swear. Don’t get intimidated by length. This is just to give you an understanding of the story.

Three; further speaking of the story, you need to read all three parts to get it. And you also need to read ALL of the character descriptions. I did the story in the form of a blog. Each part is a blog from three different characters in the story, explaining about what’s going on. Like I said, you’ll get it when you read it. You just have to take the time out to do so! I tried to make it as interesting and fun as possible, so...yeah!

Four; this RP is currently under-construction. It may take a while to actually open, despite the fact that I am re-making this, so don’t get impatient. I have lots of work to do now that school is starting up again! That, and I’m re-coding and making the story even better! Erm...also, reservations will be taken after post eight, mmkay? I’ll announce here when I start taking profiles.

Thank You,
Morgan Ashley


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Much thanks to the creators of I Am Legend, Anne Rice, and all vampire lovers.
The layout, idea, and skeleton are pretty much mine. I can't claim all of the idea though, because I had inspiration from outside sources. But...
No stealing my s**t.
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[copyright . . . l o a d i n g]
A Morgan Ashley Production
Much thanks to the creators of I Am Legend, Anne Rice, and all vampire lovers.
The layout, idea, and skeleton are pretty much mine. I can't claim all of the idea though, because I had inspiration from outside sources. But...
No stealing my s**t.
[copyright . . . c l o s i n g ]