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Riley was already sloshed. That strawberry lemonade four loco she chugged before getting in the car with Camilla was finally starting to hit her. Riley never imagined coming to the senior lock-in in the first place, but a lot has changed in her final year at Oak Hills.

Growing up with such a strong Christian background wasn't always the easiest thing, but for a while she accepted it. How could she not. As a "kingdom kid" it was all that she knew. She went to church religiously every Sunday and again on Wednesdays. She 's been through sixteen years of sermons, songs, youth groups, church camps, and so on. She took it for granted, but at some point the real world will intervene and ******** with everything you know and believed to be true. And when that happens there are two possible paths, perseverance or rebellion.

Obviously she choose rebellion, without it there would be no story. It was like she was Sleeping Beauty and her Prince Charming was marijuana and pink lemonade vodka shots. And when she finally woke up she felt like she'd been lied to, or I guess the better term would be brainwashed. She was afraid for the longest time and quickly found out for no good reason.

She stood quietly as her sister talked to Sage, unknowingly swaying to the beat of the music. Sage used to be a close friend, but she outgrew her like she did her religion.

"Do you think he ever feels bad for what happened? Do you think he would've ever stopped losing his temper?"

Camilla really did love Sage. She did, but this ladies and gentlemen was the exact s**t she was hoping to avoid. Tonight was about having fun, not dragging up the past. Tonight was about moving forward, not the could haves, would haves, or the should haves. But, if there was one thing Camilla refused to let this night be about it was regret.

"I wish I could've helped him, y'know?"

"Listen sweetheart I'm not going to stand here and pretend to know how your feeling," she said bluntly. "And I'll spend the rest of my years trying my hardest to never put myself in a position similar to yours."

"Sorry that was harsh," she continued rubbing her temples as if asking the spirits for some type of wisdom to let the girl standing before flesh out. "Anyways, no I don't think you could have helped him. You can't save those who don't want to be saved and to be honest you're better off. Roman will continue to s**t on any good thing that comes his way."

Much better, she thought. That actually sounded like something a friend would say in a situation like this.

"Hello my lovely ladies, how is your nights so far," Andrew asked pulling Sage into a hug. "This is it."

"Dear God if one more person says that," Camilla muttered under her breath. "It's morbid. This is only the beginning of the rest of our lives!"

As Issabelle stood next to Roman, she sighed. "C'mon! One night with no drinking! It wont kill you! And! You won't be hung over tomorrow! See? Two sided happiness!" she giggled. She wrapped her arms around the males stomach and sighed. "C'mon. Please?" she muttered through a hug. Issabelle wouldn't let this go. She knew how he got with his drinking and she didn't want anything bad to happen tonight. "Plus, I need to get a good picture of you. I can't have photographic evidence of a minor drinking alcohol." she joked, letting go of him. "Let's drop the beer, go in, and have a great night. Pleeeease?" she begged, a smile forming across her nearly perfect lips. "I'll even buy you a candy bar".

She sighed. "I do not!" she joked, refering to her 'needing a beer'. She poked him in the stomach and looked up at him. "Do this one thing for me" she began, and with each word, her voice got higher in pitch, "And I'll love you forever" she squeeled and crinkled her nose in a joking manor. Picking the camera up, she got close to Romans face. "Ahh! An angle where the beer can't be seen!" she laughed, snapping a picture quickly. "you better hope I get a good one. If not, I'm going to forever have to look at your beer holding self until the day I die" she joked. Okay, maybe she was being a little over dramatic. But, she really just wanted Roman tonight. Not him being a tipsy, drunken mess. She also didn't want to see that nasty side of him that she's heard about. She doesn't want to see him like that. "So, you're going to be a good little boy?" she smiled, pinching the neck of the bottle with two fingers to see if he would let go.


Wearing : This ○● With : Roman ○● Where : School Parking Lot ○● OOC : N/A







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0rgasmic 0reo

Sable eyes the color of unvarnished oak wood with deep mahogany flecks stared back at René through the mirror. Often I’ve heard people call brown eyes boring and how they lack the fun and audacity of colorful eyes (That is, eyes that are erratically different colors at different times). It is outrageous. How can they call brown eyes uninteresting? Brown eyes are like a transparent lake. And well, mind the use of the adjective for most lakes are not transparent. In fact no lakes I've ever seen are. You are unable to see what lies at the bottom and well obviously you never should be able to considering the physics of the world and that is the mystery in them lakes. However, brown eyes have a sense of openness as well as a hint of enigma. To me, though they may be common, they always seem exotic. Besides they always remind me of hot cocoa. René shook his opinionated thought out of his head as he dried his matted hair.

"I'm ready! Sorta," he hollered reassuringly at Alexis impatiently waiting on him. It's amazing how he was the one to take long getting reading; although, he did have a reliable excuse. He was reading the Thoreau book, Walden. Reading the book was much like being slapped with a wet kipper, shocking, attention grabbing, but not entirely pleasant. It's about a reflection upon simple living in natural surroundings, basically moving to the woods and become an extreme Amish hermit. René left his restroom and got changed before heading to Alexis' room to tell her he was ready for sure this time. With her comment tumbling in his mind, extensively thinking it over, he washed his hands in the kitchen sink, waving goodbye to his dad and jumping into Alexis' car.

The first person who caught his attention, rather than food like Alexis obviously prepensely searched for, was Camilla. She wasn't necessarily his best friend, but she could be considered his victim, whom he always attacked with outrageous conspiracy theories, knowing her opinions contradicted them. Also, he had a touch of ardor for her. I mean every sight of her made his heart flutter. So naturally, the left side of his faint red lip tugged upwards creating a sinister smirk on his god like face; casting a spell of lust to eyes that dare look his way (as he thought was the most accurate description of his smile). "I agree with Sage. Not because I always disagree with you, Camilla... well actually yeah that's always why." A titter rippled across the otherwise silent conversation.


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“I went to the woods because I wished to live deliberately."

Orgasmic Oreo

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Alexis sat on the grey sofa in the underwater light of her bed room, hands folded in her lap sedately, as if waiting for a plane. The light there is never direct, since the sofa is on the far side of the room; she found this peaceful. The thin curtain caused the window to cast an array of diffused swirls onto the blue vinyl, giving it the impression of being a small sea shimmering in the late evening light. As the sun set and she sat tapping her boots on the hard wood floor, Alexis heard her brother getting ready for the lock-in last minute. Suddenly he came barreling into her room with his unruly hair with swathes of loose glossy strands falling into his eyes and an awful amount of hair gel in his hands, seeping through the crevices between his fingers. "I'm almost ready. This time I'm serious." She rolled her eyes and threw a towel on her dresser at him, replying with a cool charm to her voice, "Wipe your hands and be in the car in 5. You look better without the gel. Whoever you're trying to impress will thank me."

Bounding down the stairs, Alexis thought about the dumb risque ritual seniors have annually-- the lock-in. She could smell the sexually musk of teenage hormones infecting the air of the school. Everything about this night screamed out bad idea. Many would get laid, some for their first time, and everyone will be drunk as they arrive. Alexis already gave off an alcoholic stench because of the bottle of whiskey in her room. Sure, she was tipsy, but surely not plowed considering she was driving. Finally, Ren knocked repeatedly on the window, reeling her out of her thoughts. And off they went.

Entering the school with a "water bottle" in her hand and a single cigarette in her wallet, Alexis marched straight to the food inviting her from atop the tables. Food is life. Food is God. "You're on your own, Rene."

Guh, you be trippin'
With: Food
Where: Food
Song: Eat, Sleep, Rave, Repeat by Calvin Harris