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✷Scarlett

Clicking down on the button, I finally took the perfect picture. Satisfied with my work, a smile appeared on my face. I can't wait to show this to Mr. Keating later. Hopefully, he'll think it's good enough for the local photography contest. The winner receives not only a scholarship, but also recognition from ten globally famous photographers! Just the prize made me want to win. It's just so exciting. Even as a child I always loved photography. I started that hobby when I was ten, and I never grew tired of it. As my graduation present, my parents gave me Sony A450, which was number one on my 'what I want for graduation' list. I don't really come from a rich family. My mother is an accountant, while my father is the vice president at a bank. For you see, we're a middle class family. We're not famous. We're just average. So, when I got accepted to Harvard, it was totally new. In fact, in order to pay for my tuition, I had to apply to hundreds of scholarships during my senior year. Just thinking about how much work it took, makes me feel exhausted. I was never the popular kid in high school either. I had a core group of friends who all stayed back home in Illinois. Out of all my friends, I was the only person to go to college out of state. Honestly, I miss them. Life without them isn't the same, but that's where Charlotte comes in. She's like all of my friends combined in one person, so it just makes me less homesick.

As I let go of my camera, I stood up from my spot and flattened my skirt. I tried to make myself look presentable. First things first. What class do I have this morning? Pulling out my agenda, I had photography first. Of course, I already knew this. I just had to remind myself. Gently placing my agenda back inside my tote bag, I began the walk to the Arts and Theatre building. For you see, here arts and drama programs share the same building, because it's just that big. You can even get lost in the building. Trust me, Charlotte and I did last year, and we missed our second period classes. It was crazy. Speaking of Charlotte. I wonder how she's doing? Maybe, hopefully. She got her schedule fixed. Also, that foreign exchange student looked like he was going inside the office. Ha ha. Go Char. She loves brunettes anyways, so I guess it's a perfect match. I'm happy for her. Now, I haven't even seen the other newbie yet. What was he again? The brunette's cousin, or something? Oh well. Shrugging at the thought, I opened the doors to the Arts and Theatre building and walked inside.

Hearing my own heels click against the hard wood floor, I began to hear music from the orchestra down the hallway. They were playing classical. Beethoven? Mozart? I'm not really sure. I can't tell. Turning down the hallway, I entered the classroom. Even after a year it still looked the same. Two long tables facing each other, with twenty chairs around it. The windows were open, as the overhead was already showing pictures. The only thing that was different was that, there were polaroids on the desk. Some of them from last year. Glancing down at the table, I noticed a few of my works on display. Feeling my cheeks burn, I felt embarrassed. I didn't mind that they were showing my work, but I felt a mix of nervousness and anxiety. I hope the rest of the students admire my work. Taking my seat in front of the window, I slipped my camera off my neck and placed it out in front of me. Crossing one leg over the other, I reached inside my bag and pulled out a notebook.

I had ten minutes until photography class started, and there were only four other people in the room. I didn't even know them. I bet there were new here. Freshmen. Turning towards them I smiled. "Hi, I'm Scarlett. Welcome to photography." I bet my cheeks were still red. "I'm Shane...and that's Emi" Smiling at the two, we began to talk about how we got into photography. Hey, maybe this year wouldn't be so bad.


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✷Clayton

Ouch. She's a bit feisty, isn't she? Her facial expression immediately lowered my confidence. This was the first time anyone gave me that look. I mean i've gotten that look before from Anthony and my parents, but never. Ever. From a girl. Raising my eyebrows, I tried to remain my cool. Smirking at her statement, I had taken a double whammy. And to make things worse. I haven't even been here for more than twenty minutes. Clayton, buddy. You fail at life. Right now if Anthony were here, he'd probably say something like, "Fail," or "Epic Fail." You'd probably see my name under the dictionary entry. "Oh darn..." I began to say as my smirk turned into somewhat of a pout. "I guess there's no point in using this anymore..." Taking my phone out of my pocket, I began to dangle my phone right in front of her. "My phone's not happy because it doesn't have your number in it." What the ********. That was the worse pickup line I've used on a girl ever since my Mcgorgeous one. I'd tell you about that one, but I'm too much in shock right now. That made me sound desperate, which was totally not what I was going and or hoping for. Especially in front of this girl. Thank God Anthony walked inside.

Really hope he didn't hear my corny a** pickup line. This girl probably thinks I'm a freak. Feeling a sudden blow to my stomach, I knew he heard it. s**t. "Anthony, how nice of you to join us..." I stated, with my teeth gritting down during my smile at my cousin. Damn it. I totally ******** lost my composure. Did he just call me clumsy? "He-" And, the office phone rang. Perfect. Now, I just have to casually leave the building. I was going to ask Anthony what class he had first, but I guess that would have to wait. Glancing at the clock, I said my goodbyes to both of them, and headed out the door with my schedule in hand. Looking at the paper, I noticed I had English first. Great. Of course, I had to have the class that I absolutely loathe. How coincidental?

Sighing at the sight, I ran a hand through my hair. Until it hit me. I didn't even get to ask that girl's name. Could I be anymore of a failure? Heading inside the English building, I immediately found my classroom. Professor Greene, English for college sophomores. The room was like an auditorium. I'm guessing there were about four hundred seats in the room, with a stage at the very bottom. Glancing around the room, there weren't a lot of students here yet. I guess I was early. Walking down the aisles, I decided to take a seat in the middle, and yet somewhat close to the stage. As I took my seat, I took out my laptop from my bag, turned it on, and sat back. I had at least ten minutes until class started. The last thing I need is for that girl to walk into this class. Out of curiosity, I turned my head around and s**t. There she comes walking inside. Could my day get anymore harder? Hopefully not....

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✷Scarlett

Glancing up at the comment, I smiled. Yeah, this was quite the party. Wait a minute. I've never seen him around campus before. He was blond with really beautiful crystal eyes. If I could get the right lighting, his eyes would look amazing on a photo. Amazed at the thought, I realized that he was staring at me. Was there something on my face? In my hair? Or on my nose or something? Shaking my head at the thought, I was about to get up and walk to the bathroom to take a look at myself--that was until our professor, Mr. Heinze walked inside. Life sometimes wasn't fair. Luckily, there were seven other students that walked inside the room behind him. There were twelve of us total. Six pairs of partners. Propping my elbow on the table, I watched out of the corner of my eye, and noticed the blond take a seat right next to me. "Good morning everyone. Welcome back to photography." Okay, so there were four returning, and eight new people. This was going to be interesting. The weird thing was, I didn't know Shane or Emi until five minutes ago...but that was probably because there were four periods of photography last year. Sadly, there are only two this year.

"Scarlett, Shane, Emi would you three be so kind as to--oh wait. I forgot about Taylor. He'll be here in a few. He's getting all the cameras ready, unless you brought your own." Picking up his own camera, he allowed the class to look at it. The next couple of minutes he began talking about what we'll be doing this semester. He probably already forgot about that favor he wanted us to do. After twenty minutes, Taylor walked inside and handed everyone except for himself, Shane, Emi, and me cameras. Taylor was a really nice guy. I've known him since my senior year of high school. Though, the only bad thing about him was the fact that he'd always brag about his photos being amazing, great, wonderful, kick-a**, etc. I mean this photos were amazing, but every time I looked at them, the passion behind it all was always missing. I have yet to tell him that in person. "Okay, so every other person turn to you left." Okay, that meant that I would have to turn. Turning left, I was facing the cute blond. "This will be your partner for the semester." Alright, we're partners. Extending my hand out in front of me, I introduced myself. "Hi, I'm Scarlett. Nice to meet you." Feeling his hand grip mine, made me blush a little bit. His name was Anthony. For some reason that name rang a bell, but I couldn't remember why. Anyways, I was never really good around guys, or people in general.

"First assignment time people." Mr. Heinze announced as he began pacing around the room. "You and your partner are going to roam around campus, and find someone or something to take a picture of. But! It has to deal with the theme, which is on campus life." On campus life? So, basically it can be anything from people studying, to people partying, to birds flying around campus. This was going to be fun. "Okay, let's head outside!" Reaching for my camera, I put the strap over my head and allowed my camera to dangle around my neck. "Anthony, let's get going." I stated, while I began to walk ahead with the rest of my classmates. Maybe we could head over to the football stadium? Or maybe the cafe? I'm not really sure, just as long as I get the perfect picture of on campus life, everything should be alright.


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✷Clayton

"Okay, so Lord of the Flies. Young boys trapped on an island, consumed in one deadly game turned reality. Can anyone tell me anything about the novel, particularly the themes?"

Lord of the Flies was the book I read on the plane coming over here. Themes? Well, I knew for a fact that the book had about seven themes or at least from when I read the book. Clicking on my Macbook, I opened a new word document and began typing away about what I remembered in the book. "You there. Typing away. Would you be willing to give us some themes?" Looking up from my screen, I noticed the whole room was staring at me. Okay, here goes nothing. Heaving in a breath, I began speaking. "Well, Lord of the Flies revolves around seven themes. The first, a need for civilization. It is absolutely necessary to keep the darker side of human nature in line. The second is innocence and the loss of it. The third is a loss of identity. While the boys were on the island, they lost themselves by covering up their faces. It allowed them to commit murder. The fourth power, as Jack had displayed in the middle chapters. He was power hungry. He wanted everyone to listen to him. The fifth, fear of the unknown. The beast for example was what scared all the boys. They cannot fully accept the notion of a beast, nor can they accept the idea of it. The sixth being the indifference of nature. This means that nature throughout the story is unaware of the existence of mankind. Lastly, the seventh theme is blindness and sight. For example the character Simon, who was killed off because no one believed him was the wisest of them all. He actually saw things that no one else could. He saw more, wasn't recognized by those around him, and he was often considered a fool and was ridiculed by others." Glancing down at my clock, I noticed that I spoke for ten minutes about the novel. Crap. The professor would probably think I'm some incoherent moron.

"Excellent. Young man what is your name?"

Wait, did he just complement me? "Clayton, sir." Watching him nod his head, he turned to face the board and began to write our assignment. Heaving in a sign, I sat back in my seat, as the rest of the crowd sat in shock at how well I actually was at English, even though I had a semi-thick European accent. Typing the assignment word for word, we were to write an essay about whether or not we think the setting of the Lord of the Flies was important. I immediately began to type my thoughts, until I heard people around me getting out of their seats. Oh, class was over. Saving my document, I blended in the crowd and left the building. Looking around in front of me, I saw the blonde again. Maybe I should go apologize. Walking over there was one of the hardest things I've done today. Stopping in my tracks, I really hoped that I didn't sound like an idiot.

"Okay, look. About this morning. I'm sorry." And with that, I began walking in the other direction. Pulling my schedule out of my pocket, I had an hour and a half to waste, since my next class didn't start until 11:30. Making a left, I went into one of the cafes that were on campus, ordered myself a coffee, and sat by the window. Pulling out my laptop, I began where I left off on the paper. Maybe I should stop complaining, because deep down I actually do love writing. As my fingers began to glide over the keyboard, I began writing about how important the setting was, while taking breaks in between to take a sip of my coffee. Hopefully, she'd accept my apology. Yet again, I didn't stick around to here what she would say, because that wasn't really important to me right now. What was really important was making her realize that I wasn't some player.

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It's been three months since the accident. Three months, since Waverly Dana Thames's life stood still. Three months since she lost hope in everything. It's been three months, since Nathan Jones, her childhood friend and boyfriend disappeared from her life. Ever since then, she's had sleepless nights. She's afraid that if she does go to sleep, she would see his face. Just the thought of that would make her cry even more than she did when the doctors didn't let get past the waiting area to see him. Sure, she's made it out of the house, but she never drives anymore. She lost her trust in automobiles, so now she rides her bike everywhere, but she hasn't been on her bike in ages. In fact, the only time she's left the house was to go grocery shopping with her parents, but ever since then...nope. Laying down on her bed, the brunette was running out of things to do. Every day, she laid there. Some days she would watch television, surf the web, read a book, or listen to her ipod, but today she felt sluggish. Lethargic. Pulling the covers over her head, she slowly closed her eyes. She wasn't going to fall asleep, she just wanted all of this to end. Now.

Hearing a knock at her door, she didn't move. "Waverly...please you can't just lay there every single day, you know." Nodding her head underneath the covers, she felt tears coming out of her eyes. Feeling a tug at the covers, she didn't fight against her mother, who saw her crying once again. "Oh, sweetie. You can't keep thinking about Nathan. He's in a better place now. Why don't you come to the mall with us today. We can invite your friends if you want." Whipping the tears from her face, she felt defenseless. "T-Thank you. Mom." She stated, while sniffling between her words. And, open your blinds. It's 1:00 in the afternoon for pete's sake!" Slightly smiling at her mother's statement, Waverly got out of her bed, for the first time in two weeks. Running her hand through her hair, she realized it was badly tangled. She was in dire need of a shower, since the last time she took one was yesterday morning. "I'll meet you downstairs when your ready, okay?" Looking in her mirror, she nodded towards her mother, and with that they went their separate ways.

Closing the door behind her, Waverly felt refreshed. She felt alive. Leaving her hair to fall in front of her shoulders, she began her way downstairs to meet her mother. It took her a long time to get ready. Red eyes counted for an endless supply of Visine, while huge eye bugs called for concealer. "I'm ready." Watching her mother grab her car keys, both of them entered the garage. At first, Waverly was a bit hesitant about getting into her mother's car, but she had to start somewhere, especially since she was going to try to get over Nathan. Taking her place in the passenger's seat, she slowly buckled herself in. Feeling the car back out of the garage, made her heart speed up, but it slowed down the moment they were on the road. The rest of the ride was smooth, until they passed the Jones residence. Everything felt the same. Looking out the window, she noticed that the house felt quieter, darker. It looked depressing. Turning her head towards the road, she kept her gaze straight for the rest of the way.

After having parked her car, she and her mother entered the mall after two months. The last time she was there, she ended up getting something black for Nathan's funeral. Speaking of his funeral, when were the Jone's going to have it? It's been three months since his death. Having a funeral this late, was kind of weird. Or maybe, they already had it, and bothered not to invite Waverly because they knew she would break out and start crying. "I'm going to be at Macy's, okay? I'll meet you at the food court at 3:00." The Thames daughter always enjoyed shopping by herself, since her mother was too persistent when it came to what she would buy. "Okay, see you then." Walking in the other direction, Waverly first stopped at Urban Outfitters. Strolling through the clothes, she immediately found several shirts, skirts, dresses, and shoes that she wanted. Heading out of the store with bags in hand, she noticed several of her high school classmates strolling around the area.

"Waverly!" Hearing her name, she turned and noticed her photography club president, Chad. "Hey Chad." Figuring she would be there for a while, she gently placed the bags down by her feet. "How've you been?" He asked, while looking straight at her. Feeling a bit uneasy, she thought about what to say. "I've been fine. Better actually." The fine part was a lie, but she was feeling better. "Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to bring that up..." Of course, "that" was referring to Nathan's accident. "It's okay..." Feeling a lump form in her throat, she swallowed. 'Oh no.' Taking a deep breath, she tried to tell herself to stop thinking about him. 'Lee, hold yourself together. You can do this. You can talk about Nathan in front of Chad.' Feeling something touch her arm, she noticed it was Chad. "Okay, look. If you want we can have a cup of coffee or something. So, that way you can get your mind off of this. Again, I'm sorry sorry. It was my fault for bringing it up." Nodding in her place, she picked up her bags and began walking with Chad to the nearest Starbucks, which was all the way on the other side of the mall.

While the two were walking, she hardly payed attention to what Chad was saying, instead she nodded at every word he said. Chad was such a cocky guy. He does nothing but brag about everything, but Waverly didn't mind. She was really happy that he cared about himself, right now rather than how she was feeling. Glancing in the opposite direction, she began window shopping. Hopefully she would find something to match that dress she bought at Urban...Wait a minute. Stopping in her tracks, she looked at the reflection of the store and noticed that same blond hair, that same figure, that same smile. "Nathan?" She questioned, while feeling her heart fall to her stomach. "NATHAN?!" She yelled across the mall, trying to get his attention. Dropping her bags, she immediately ran to the other side trying to see if it were really him. Slowing down her pace, she knew it. It was him. She could recognize his features from a mile away. Taking a deep breath, tears began to form as they fell from her face. Holding back her tears she tried her best to not burst out crying. "I-I missed y-you. So much..." Sniffling between her sentences, she whipped her tears from her face and reveled a smile. "I can't believe you're still alive..." Dropping to her knees, she began to cry, but they weren't tears of sadness. They were tears of joy. As she sat there kneeling, she didn't hear Chad walk up behind her with all of her shopping bags. Dropping them in his place, he couldn't believe what he saw. "Holy s**t! Nathan, dude! You're alive!" This was one amazing reunion. Waverly couldn't wait to pick up where they left off.

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nathan and i were dating for quite a while now, about a year and a half to be exact. you see, nathan and i are really close. we've known each other since childhood. for the longest time i thought my crush was one sided, until our senior year of high school. honestly, i was quite surprised when i found out we had mutual feelings. anyways, i remember that day very vividly--the day where i got the call about him being in a car accident. i was just about to pick up my little sister from a birthday party, when his mom called my cell. i didn't know what to say, or do. in fact, i don't even remember picking up my sister that day...all i do remember was rushing to the hospital to make sure he was okay. the moment i got there, everyone was quiet. his mother was crying, his father looked stoic, and his siblings just didn't understand what was going on at the time. walking past them, i tried to see him. unfortunately, the doctors wouldn't let me pass, so i guess that meant he was dead. his parents didn't even tell me anything. so, it was that night that i stopped believing in miracles, fate, and all that other crap. even now, i'm still harboring feelings for a dead man, and i can't seem to get over why he died. it could have been anyone else right? just why nathan?



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Wow. California, the land of beaches, hot guys, amazing atmosphere, and hollywood.

CALIFORNIA!

This is so unbelievable! Maybe I can meet real celebrities? Maybe I can hang out with a celebrity? Oh my God. This is freakin' awesome! If Katheryn actually could hear me right now, she'd probably slap me. Ha ha. Man, I'm just so excited. I can't wait to get to the apartment, even though we just got off the plane like ten minutes ago. Anyways, I have to get my priorities straight, especially since I'm going to be going to college in a few days. Stanford to be exact. I know my overly hyper personality may be misleading, but I actually am quite smart. No I'm no ADHA, or ADD. I'm a bit OCD though, but I can't help. My mom was a neat freak, while my dad was pretty much the definition of OCD. Well, here I am miles away from home in California. By myself with Katheryn, my best friend since elementary school. Katheryn and I grew up together. We're from Rhode Island, the East coast. We were practically neighbors. In fact, even sisters. She was like the twin sister I never had. It was always our dream to head over to California, but for different reasons. Hers to become a model. Mine to major in journalism. I've always wanted to put my writing skills to the test. Katheryn, hurry up. You're slowing down our progress!" We still needed to get our luggage. Jeez, at this rate she was going to take forever. Smiling at the thought, I quickly headed towards the baggage claim, and instantly saw her luggage going around on the belt.

After getting our luggage, we both got a taxi and drove off to meet our landlords. Our landlords were an elderly couple. They were really nice. They gave us a tour around the complex, and showed us to our apartment. It was pretty awesome. It was clean. It wasn't some run down dump. Thank God. After our landlords gave us the keys, I immediately brought the key to the hole and turned right. As the door opened, I brought my luggage inside and span around the whole room. "Man, this place is nice." The next thing I knew was that I tripped over my own feet and landed on the ground. "Ouch. I stated with a smile on my face. With myself still grinning like an idiot, I looked around the room and began thinking of how to design the place. Hmm, that wall would look better as an ocean blue...or maybe a pale green? Oh, I know! A vibrant orange. Hm, maybe I'll save that for my room. We definitely need like a love seat or something. Couch? Well, the apartment was already furnished...and it looked pretty good. It needs beanbags. Suddenly I felt a tug on my arm. It was Katheryn. She was hungry.

I was just about to protest, when my stomach growled so loud I could have sworn it shook the entire building. Feeling my cheeks turn red, I laughed it off. "Okay, let's find some place to eat.." Of course, knowing Katheryn, she'd probably want to eat some where close to the beach. After leaving getting ourselves ready, I walked outside into the hot afternoon California weather. With my swimsuit underneath, my red sundress I felt ready. I cannot wait to go swimming after lunch. Good thing we took the morning flight. Fixing my hair into a messy bun, I placed the fedora on top of my head. As Katheryn and I were walking down the sidewalk, we talked about what was in store for our new lives as California girls. "It's beautiful out here!" Feeling the breeze through the stray strands of my red hair flow against my face. After walking down the boardwalk, we decided to stop at a restaurant somewhat by the edge of the beach. It was a quaint little place. Very much like the beach, only inside. Observing the place, I noticed that there were tons of photos hanging on the walls. Some of them were really good. Tapping Katheryn on the shoulder, I showed her the pictures. "Wonder who took those? I remember her saying on the plane that she needed a photographer. Anyways, we took a seat by the windows, facing the beach. Seeing that someone placed menus in front of us, I looked up and saw this really good looking guy right in front of me. I'm really going to like it here, hopefully Katheryn will too.

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"ASH!"

Okay, what now? I'm about to go home and here I am about to get yelled at. Great. This has good to be good. Leaning back in my seat, I crossed my arms. My camera sat beside me. "Have you found a model yet?" s**t. That was what I was suppose to do. "Uh?" I cannot freakin' believe I forgot about that. "Well, don't forget your deadline is tomorrow evening..." Nodding my head, I stood up, grabbed my camera, and headed outside into the California heat wave. Man, it was hot. Probably 100 degrees fahrenheit hot. Whipping the sweat on my neck, I looked up at the sky. There were no clouds. It was a prefect day. Lifting my arms, I tried to get the perfect angle of the sky with the leaves and branches of the trees fluttering into the picture. Pressing down on the button, I reviewed the image. Sweet. It looked awesome. Turning around the corner, I began walking towards my uncle Carl's shop. His son Steven and I are cousins. My parents let me live over here for the summer, for that stellar internship for Stanford University. I'm so stoked about it. Anyways, for the meanwhile, I'm doubling two jobs at the moment. I'm a photographer for some modeling magazine, since they were the only company that didn't think I would rip them off. I mean seriously. Like I would. The other was working at my uncle's restaurant.

Glancing at my watch, I realized I was about to be late. Picking up the straps of my camera, I placed it around my neck and allowed it to dangle. Placing my right hand on the camera, I began running down the sidewalk. Today hasn't been a really good day, if you didn't already catch on. I totally forgot that I needed to find a model. Where the hell am I going to get a model? It's not like my uncle carl's restaurant gets customers like no tomorrow. We're actually a really slow business. Don't tell him I said that. He'll cut my pay in half. As I crossed the street, I felt the sweat seep into my clothing. "Great. Just ******** great." I muttered, while trying to make sure my camera doesn't go flying across the pavement. Slowing down my pace, I decided to walk the rest of the way. Screw being late. We're family anyways.

As I walked through the doors, I noticed that my uncle put more of my photos up on the wall. He was a big fan of my photos. Yet again, Steven was too. Speaking of which, he still wants me to take, "a very epic picture of him grinding the waves." That's exactly what he said. "Ash, you're late." What. As I looked at my watch, I noticed I was only one minute late. "Seriously? I'm only one minute late. Okay, fine two now." I stated with a smirk. Watching my uncle shrug his shoulders, he flung my uniform at me. "Now get changed. We have customers." Really. We actually have customers now? "Gotcha. I'm going." We actually didn't really have a uniform around here. All we had was this weird looking apron thing that covered the legs of our shorts, jeans, or whatever we were wearing. We're a pretty small store, with a tight budget. We can't really afford those fancy stuff, but honestly in my opinion--we have the best food on the block. Running a hand through my hair, I glanced around the room and noticed that we did have some customers.

Wait a minute.

Looking at the two girls sitting by the window, I noticed one girl in particular. Perfect. She is going to be my model. Even if she says no, I'm going to try and convince her. When was I going to convince her? Aw, crap. Steven's already there. Rolling my eyes at the sight, I noticed he was flirting with the other girl. Dang it Steven. Seriously. Heading over their direction, I got my notepad ready. Maybe he didn't get their orders yet. Stopping at their table, I glanced their direction. It was more towards the girl that Steven wasn't flirting with. "May I take your order?"

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xxxx ● brave, confident, adventurous

xxxx ● neverland's one and only peter pan

xxxx ● #00331e

xxxx ● mitch hewer

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✷Scarlett

Oh my Gosh. I know I turned bright red when he kissed my hand. I know I did. There's no way that guys are this nice...I mean seriously back in high school I liked this one guy, he liked me too. We went out for a bit. He was really sweet, funny, nice. I loved spending time with him, well that was until I caught him cheating on me. Oh well, whatever. I try not to think about that situation too much. That guy was not worth my time. Maybe Anthony will be. While we were outside, I couldn't help but think about where I've heard his name before. Sure, there were hundreds--no. Thousands. Okay let me try again, millions of Anthonys in the world, but something about him made me think twice. Sadly, I just couldn't put my tongue on it. Hearing Anthony say something, made me lose my train of thought. "I'm sorry. I didn't quite catch what you said." Did he say something about going somewhere? I don't know. Hearing him say that we should go to the cafe to get pictures, made me understand. "Okay, sounds good." As, we strolled around campus, I caught him staring at me a couple of times. I laughed every single time I did catch him.

As we walked around campus, we took pictures of everything. People talking. The water flowing from the fountain, I was at this morning. Birds flying over our heads. The clouds moving above us. Or at least, I did. I just couldn't stop the moment I saw something beautiful. Sometimes, I wish people would take better care of our planet. If only they could wake up, smell the coffee, and realize how amazingly stunning our world actually is. Once I'm out of college and working as a United Nations representative, I hope to bring my photos and show each and every country what our world is like--along with what we could do to change it. Looking around the area, I stopped in place and noticed Charlotte talking with some Brunette guy. Wow. How weird. "I know where we should go." With a smirk on my face, I couldn't resist the smile that was about to form. Charlotte would kill me for documenting this, but hey. That's what friends are for. Bringing my camera up to my eye, I quickly took the picture. Reviewing over the shot, I showed Anthony. "Hey, what do you think of this shot?" After realizing how close I was to him, I quickly jumped the other way. "Sorry..." I stated, as my cheeks flushed. I seriously hate how I keep blushing around him.


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✷Clayton

Bringing my hands towards my coffee, I stared at my screen. Okay, three paragraphs. Six more pages to go. While proofreading what I had so far, it didn't take me long to notice that I wasn't alone. Glancing up, I noticed it was the girl. Can my day get any ******** worse? Sitting there with my hands still wrapped around my coffee mug, I waited for her to chew me out even more. That "it's okay," statement really threw me off. "Okay...?" I questioned, as I watched her smile. Man, she was pretty. "Ha, tell me about it. My mother's like that all the time..." Speaking of his mother, what would the Queen we doing at this moment? Watching her laugh nervously, made me laugh too. Man, it was contagious. "Trust me. I'll never use those again..." I said, while running a hand through my hair. Setting my coffee down, I quickly saved my paper and turned off my laptop. "I'm Clayton by the way." I felt the need to introduce myself, even though our English professor felt the need to let the whole class hear.

I never actually heard her name before. I bet it's something pretty. I don't know. I'm just in a daze right now. I've never felt this way towards a girl before. I mean sure there were pretty princesses back in Europe, but none of them came near her. "It's nice to meet you Charlotte." I stated with a smile. Looking at the chair across from me, I turned back to her. "Why don't you join me? I mean, I could really use some help with getting around campus and all." That last part, I wasn't lying about. I almost got lost this morning, I can't afford to get lost especially since Math is my next subject. "What class do you have next?" Hopefully, my accent didn't interfere with my question. Every time I speak English, I always have issues with words with h's, since that letter is always silent in my country. Taking a deep sigh, sometimes I wonder why I'm European. Anyways, I picked up my coffee and sat back in the chair. This was going to be an interesting hour and forty-five. And, I wasn't being sarcastic either.

[ooc] that's fine. nikki i liked your post (:
sorry if this was a bit short.

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sterling ryan adams

"twenty-four-year-old manager"

charming ✦ humorous ✦ responsible ✦ nonchalant

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✷ Scarlett

"I do not always do that "jump, blush" thing..." I stated with a pout on my face. Jeez. And then, I didn't know what to say. I guess he didn't either as we both got quiet. Awkward. "Everyone meet up at the fountain!" Thank God, Mr. Heinze's voice killed the awkwardness. I didn't know what else to say. "Let's get going..." I quietly stated as we headed the other way towards the fountain.


time skip.

"No way." I stated, while crashing on my bed. "Charlotte, there's just no way you're going to make me go..." I would literary chain myself to my bed frame if she brought it up again. Too late. "I am not going to that party." I firmly stated, as I brought my arms to my chest. There's no way I'm going. I mean who would want to get drunk, and act like a total idiot in front of...I don't know. About three hundred people? I certainly wouldn't. And, I know Charlotte wouldn't either...That was until I realized there was something very different about her. Could it have something to do with that guy from earlier today? I mean they seemed to be on the same level when they were chatting in the cafe. "Just out of curiosity..." I began, while smiling at her. "Does this have anything to do with a guy?" Bulls eye. Bright red. I couldn't help but start laughing. I knew it. Sometimes, Charlotte was so easy to read. Yet again, I was probably way worse than she was. Catching the pillow that was thrown at me, I chuckled. "Okay." I stated, as I sighed. I can't believe I'm about to say this. "If you want to go to that party to see whatever his name, then fine. I'll go with you." Throwing the pillow back, I immediately stood up from my bed and heading straight towards my closet.

After getting dressed,I began to wonder if I'll see Anthony there. And, that was when I began to freak out. I mean after that "awkward," silence I honestly didn't know how to face him. Remembering that Charlotte told me that him and the guy she liked were related -- cousins, made me flip out even more. If he was going to be there, that meant that Anthony was going to be there... Slipping on my flats, I pursed my lips. What am I suppose to do? I asked myself, as Charlotte and I began walking towards the campus entrance. After crossing the street, we found ourselves at the place where they were having the party. Adam Holgate's Apartment. Charlotte knew Adam since they were from the same high school or something. I didn't even know him until last year when we were partners in Chemistry. Anyways, as we both headed up the stairs, I heard his voice behind us. Because of how loud the music was, I didn't exactly hear what he said. "Hi." I yelled, hoping that he heard me over the music. To make things worse, he actually looked really handsome. What in the world am I suppose to do? Feeling my cheeks get red, I knew that this night was going to be long. Real long.


✷ Clayton

Charlotte was different. She had this aura around her, that I don't know attracted me? Wait, yes. It did attract me. I mean, every time I see her I keep getting drawn in. What the hell was it with this girl? She was nothing like all the other girls my parents forced me to see. She wasn't anywhere near them. I was lost in my own thoughts, before she suddenly asked me a question. s**t. There's no way she would have found out...right? I mean, it's okay if she knew, because she wouldn't tell anyone. But, still. Can't I live my life normally for more than ******** six hours? I was starting to feel the sweat on my neck, until she said never mind. "Um, okay?" I questioned, even though I was really happy. I didn't want her to know that I was royal...at least not yet. "Uh, yeah. I have math next too." Weird. This was weird. Normally, well at least from what Charlie said, you normally don't have more than one class together with someone. Never mind. I don't even remember what he said, because I was thinking about whether or not people would recognize me. So far, so good. Hearing her remark about her tendency to constantly talk made me laugh. "Don't worry about it." After that, we walked to math together and sat through one of the most annoying classes ever.


time skip

"Anthony?" I called out from behind me. Something about him seemed kind of off...was he nervous? I honestly couldn't tell. "You coming mate?" Sliding the glasses on, I really hoped that I didn't look too overdressed. In fact, I think I did. Just a little bit. Luckily, Anthony was dressed somewhat similar to what I was wearing. Except, our jackets were different colors. Taking a deep breath, my cousin and I began to climb up the stairs. If it weren't for Charlotte telling me about this party, I probably would've just stayed in my dorm. Honestly, I'm a bit nervous because this is my first party...without parents. Without royals. So, I don't have to be on my guard twenty four / seven. I can actually do whatever I want, but I'm going to get drunk off my a**. No thanks. I don't want to act like a complete idiot in front of Charlotte everyone. Suddenly, I heard Anthony yell out a girl's name. Scarlett? As I looked in front of me, I saw Charlotte. "Good evening." I stated over the loud music booming from the rooftop. "Charlotte!" I yelled, while trying to think of how we can leave Anthony alone with Charlotte. Ah, I've got a good idea. Why not ask her if she wants to go ahead. "Hey, I'm thirsty. Let's get something to drink?" I questioned, as the music got louder. Okay, time to see if this disguise works.


[ooc] party time(:
i left both of them open ended, so i'll follow what ever you write.

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_______one - literacy
This is a literate roleplay. Madi ( c l a s s y - couture ) and I (RiGHTEOUS HiPPiE) expect at least three - four paragraphs per post. Of course introductions can have more paragraphs. The more the merrier. I know we're not perfect, and we all get writer's block. Trust us, we've had it before. At least two for writer's block. Please use correct grammar, and every now or then please proof read your posts. Please don't use txt tlk, or use ** for actions. Write everything right. Bold for text and italics for thoughts -- basic information for third-person roleplays. Please use either sizes ten or eleven for typing. We really don't want to squint when reading your posts, and we really don't want to see everything in size twenty-four. But of course, titles or headings can be bigger.
_______two - characters
We are giving you the opportunity to pick your characters. Of course, you probably already did in our search thread. All of our characters are fresh out of high school, so about seventeen to nineteen-year-olds. This thread is strictly celebrities / models only. Please don't use the overused characters like Alex whatever his face or Hannah Beth. No "scene" people either, or anime characters. They don't belong here. If you need help with finding someone, Madi and I will be more than happy to help you.
_______three - posting
I want colorful and unique posts. All we ask is that you don't stretch the page, or use too many graphics. Remember simplicity is bliss. Please don't use blinding or neon colors. If you need help with picking a color, please click here.
_______four - profiles
The profile skeleton is pretty simple. Don't worry, not a lot of typing to worry about. You'll find it later in this thread. Also, once you're finished with your profile use your characters stereotype as the title or the pm. Send it to either me or Madi. We both don't want our in box filled with unnecessary private messages. Thanks.
_______five - just some basic reminders.
Please be kind to everyone, participate in the ooc thread, and subscribe to this thread so that way you know what's going on. We don't expect people to post every single day, because it's summer. We're all busy. All we ask is at least twice a week. We know that this thread will eventually die, but please help us keep it alive. Also, please include drama and romance. These are teenagers. It happens. Don't cyber, because that's gross. If that scene does happen, just skip over it. Also, don't kill off other characters ( without the person's permission ). Hope, I didn't miss anything... Oh yeah. And please enjoy the thread. If you have any suggestions, please let us know. Thanks for joining.

THE SUN IS SO HOT, THE DRINKS ARE SO COLD.

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_______WELCOME TO BEVERLY HILLS, DUDE.



This is Beverly Hills, California. The land of the richest, most famous, most beautiful, most hottest, and last but not least the home of the most tanned celebrities. Goodbye New York, hello California. This isn't the land of skyscrapers and taxis anymore. This is the land of beaches, endless sunshine, and intense heat that will drive people crazy. Guaranteed. The land of beautiful people, and not to mention the land of money. Goodbye high school, you're on your own now kids. No more parents, no more teachers. At least for now. Unfortunately, for some, you're completely lost without your high status. No more loyal followers, who were willing to do everything including your dirty work for you. No more being Ms. Popular or Queen Bee. For others? You're finally able to start your life all over again. You won't be known as "the nerd," or the "audio visual geek". This is the last summer before college. The last summer before you go back to school, and end up on the bottom of the food chain, once again. Say goodbye to your parents, because this is going to be one vacation you won't forget. For the locals, this is just another summer. For those all the way from the East Coast, this a chance to start over. A chance to get your life moving in the right direction. A chance to have one hell of an awesome summer. Grab you towel, your date, and some sunscreen because this is going to be one intensely hot summer.

YOUR CLOTHES JUST FALL OFF, AS THE DAY GOES.

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