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[iSHR00M]

SOPHIA MARIE LIKENS

OhOhSee I'm sorry its crap, I haven't role played in a while. I'm a little rusty!

It was odd to see the middle child of the Liken family up at this hour, but up Sophia Marie was and she wasn't happy about it. She had been awakened by the screaming of her brother Todd, apparently one of his 'action figures' was broken and because of that she wasn't able to get any sleep, so Sophia got out of bed and walked down stairs to have some breakfast. After breakfast Sophia Marie had proceeded to take her shower, which brought us to where she was know, an hour after her shower, still deciding what to wear. Sophia sighed in annoyance as she threw the jean miniskirt she had been wearing onto the floor of her walk in closet and away from the side of skirts, that now looked like a tornado had gone through. She decided to live with a pair of skinny jeans. Black ones and with that she grabbed a blue tank top, and a black vest along with underwear and a bra.

Slipping on the black lacy bra and the matching underwear, Sophia next slipped on her black skinny jeans, and then the tank top and secured the black vest over. Sophia grabbed her black stiletto heels and walked back into her room and over to the vanity. She now had to apply makeup and then do her hair. She put on her foundation and then her black eyeliner. Deciding that since there was blue in her shirt, she would do a blue smoky eye, Sophia picked a pretty dark blue and then a lighter shinny blue to go on top. Looking at her perfect smoky eye, she smiled before going to blush, where she applied a light amount of pink blush. Once that was finished, Sophia added a light skin colored pink lipstick and was done.

Sophia then picked up her brush, running it through her hair making sure that every little bit was in place. Many people thought she was incredibly vain and dumb but that wasn't true. Sophia liked to look nice, because the first thing people see about a person is their appearance, and people often think better of those who take care of themselves. Sophia looked in the mirror and decided that she would leave her hair out today. She grabbed a pair of big a** sunglasses and put them over her eyes before heading downstairs.

As she walked down the hall, she heard someone open the door, and from the greeting from inside, she could here that it was her older brother Jacob. Sophia sighed, she hated it when her older brother had friends over, most of them were dorks, he didn't have many good looking friends. When the guy had come in, Sophia was still stopped on the stairs listening, but couldn't see from where she was. "Sophia! Will you come meet my friend Drake!" Sophia sighed, she hated meeting her older brother's friends.

Walking down the stairs, Sophia headed into the kitchen where her brother and his friend was. Just as she entered, Sophia could see that Drake's eyes widened, not expecting Jacob's sister to look like her. "Jake man! Where have you been hiding your sister she's hot!" Jacob shot a warning look over to Drake and Sophia stood calmly to the side.

"Hi," She said extending her hand toward the older boy, he was ok to look at, but wasn't at the standard that Sophia would normally date, except he was older. "I'm Sophia Marie!" She said calmly as Drake took her hand and shook it.

"Yeah and I'm Drake." Sophia's brother's friend said taking her hand and shaking it. Sophia nodded and left the kitchen after that but not before she heard Drake's last comment. "Dude I mean, your sister is really hot! Is it ok if I go for it?" Sophia smirked from the living room. She knew her brother wouldn't let Drake. Suddenly she heard a disappointed groan and knew that her brother had indicated that dating his sister would not be ok. Sophia casually looked over at the clock, and realized that she needed to get going. She had to be at Jessie's house in half an hour so they could go help Dominic become popular. Sophia wouldn't be late because that would be less time and she couldn't lose. She never lost.

Walking upstairs, Sophia grabbed her purse, with her keys, wallet and cell phone in it. With that she walked back out of her room and downstairs. Once downstairs, Sophia noticed Drake in the living room by himself. "Hey Drake where's Jacob?" Sophia said calmly. Drake looked up at her and winked. "He's in his room grabbing some stuff." Sophia nodded rolling her eyes a bit because of his obvious flirting. Taking out a piece of paper, she wrote down her cell phone number. "Tell Jacob, I'm going to Jessie's but we might not be staying there, this is my cell phone number, tell him he can reach me there!" With that she walked away leaving Drake just staring at the paper in his hand.

Once outside, Sophia got into her nice 69' mustang. She honestly loved her car. It took her awhile to save up but she did finally get it and she loved it. It took only ten minutes for Sophia to arrive at Jessie's, and when there, Sophia let herself in, with the spare key, having been there enough times they just told her where it was, the same with Jessie at her house. "Hey Jessie!" Sophia called when she came in. "Do you want me to get Dominic or are you going to?" She called out right away. Sophia wasn't looking forward to meeting up with the dork, but she knew the sooner they did this, the sooner she could stop hanging out around the loser.

don't get in my WAY, i can ruin you with the snap of a FiNGER

[HoRRiDx]

xxx•xRiCHELLE BRiMMERx•xxx
I know, today is going too [********] slow;
So take a number get in line Ill tell you all where to go
Its last call, so here I am alone in the hall
I guess nobody gets my jokes at all...
Its no prize, being me and getting to wise; they just make you turn around and go appologise
No, i don't owe you anything
To HELL with Im sorry, Bombs away!

Click, click, click…

A soft sound could be heard in the silence, Surrounded by a faint humming…

Click, click, click, click.

It was steady, faint, and fast. Almost relaxing. Or would be, for anyone else in the room.

Richelle let her fingers slide over the keys, crossing and pounding against the small black buttons with ease. If you’d looked closely you’d noticed that some of the keys were worn, white letters nearly gone now… Just proving how often Ricky used her computer.

Click, click… The bright light of the computer screen shone forward. Enhancing the pale skin on Rick’s cheeks. Her lips a bright, lush pink in comparison to her complexion. Her hair was pulled back into a messy pony tail. Some strands sticking out and hanging down her face. Glasses sat at the brim of her nose, black and thick rimmed, wide. Ricky didn’t look away from what she was doing. The girl was already up and clean, had been for a while now. And was sitting in her pyjamas in front of her small black Compact laptop.

Ricky nibbled on her lower lip lightly as she typed. She had gotten up early to finish off her homework, an essay that was due in English next month. Finishing now would give her the rest of the day off to go do… To go do… what?

Richelle paused mid type. Her hands wavering above the keys, not sure whether or not to keep going. She re-read her last few sentences. “Despite much literary detective work, the exact year of writing Hamlet remains in dispute. Three different early versions of the play have survived: the first Quarto, the Second Quarto, and the First Folio.”

Clicking down on the enter button Ricky cocked her eyebrow. She had woken early to sit at the computer, finish work that wasn’t due for another month so she could what? Sit around all day watching Dr. Who? Taking the mouse in her hands Richelle dragged it to the corner of the screen, clicked File and save.

Huffing to herself she pushed away from the computer, the rolling chair moving smoothly on the carpet flooring. Leaving the computer on Ricky stood from the black seat, sporting only her underwear and a long button up white t-shirt. It was her general sleep time attire. Richelle didn’t have to worry about people barging into her room. The girl had the whole basement to herself, and a nice fancy lock for the door. From another persons perspective, or another family members… It may have seemed like a bit much for a bedroom; but Dal needed the space. She needed the privacy. Her work was important to her, and nobody else in her family liked watching the same geeky sci-fi shows or movies she liked to watch. They didn’t like her taking up the couch while she read a book, nor did they like her taste in music. Hell… they probably didn’t even like her. She was the “Bookworm / loner” type after all. How obviously un-cool?

Moving slowly Richelle found her way to the closet. Bare feet sinking into the soft blue flooring as she did so. Before she could truly start her day… She needed to get changed! Although walking around in her PJ’s till the sun came down seemed like the ideal thing to do, Ricky was more of a “must get dressed every day” sort of person.

Riffling through her closet she found a few pieces of attire that would work for the day. Slipping on a pair of torn jeans, holes worn into the knees and thigh after wearing them so often. There were notes everywhere across the fabric, written in various inks. For times Ricky had a thought, or needed to write something down but there was no paper in sight. Mostly just musical lyrics, or quotes from famous authors. Things that would make her smile whenever she looked down and saw them.
Doodling was something Ricky did quite often…

Next she pulled on a shirt, just a loose black band t-shirt, far to big for her but comfortable. It was a shirt made for a band that she didn’t even like. Hell, Ricky hated Fallout boy… But she still wore the shirt. A friend had given it to her after they’d gone to see the band in concert. Richelle herself had refused to go, told them she had “homework” but it was simply an excuse. They brought her back a shirt, two sizes too big.

Sliding two rather large brown skater shoes onto her feet Ricky was finished. In accordance to that fact she allowed herself to move out from in front of the closet and up the stairs, grasping her small yellow cellular phone before she did so. Unlocking the door at the top Dal pushed it open and exited her bedroom.

Suddenly, she was in the kitchen, twisting around her door and closing it behind herself with a knock of her but against the wood. In one swift movement she grasped the handle to the refrigerator like every other morning and yanked it open. A cool gust of air flushed out and around her. Cooling her off. Her ponytail whipped around her head as she moved. The long blonde curly hair reaching down to her shoulder blades, even tied up. Her glasses slid down her nose slightly. With one hand Ricky was able to correct the movement, pushing them back up her nose and grasping the milk.

She set it down on the counter, along with a bowl and a box of Lucky Charms cereal. Pouring herself a big pile of marsh-mellow goodness Richelle dragged a tall stool closer to her body and took a seat. The only sound heard throughout the entire house was her chewing… And even then no one else could hear it unless they were standing right beside her.

For a second Ricky wondered where her family was, but a quick glance along the counter answered that question.
A small blue note stood out from the white table top, Richelle reached her small arms forward and smacked her hand against it. The weight of her fingers able to drag the note toward her. Once it was close enough Rick read it over. Apparently the family had gone out for the day.

Richelle,

Went to go see a movie, feed the dog. We’ll be back later. Don’t wait up.

There are hot dogs in the fridge if we aren’t home by dinner time!

Ricky’s eyebrows furrowed, her usually bright blue eyes looked dark, almost angry. They had gone to see a movie without her? A movie that might have lead to dinner? Of course they decided to just leave her here to fend for herself like so many times before. Sometimes Richelle hated her family…

Another spoonful of Lucky Charms was shoved into her mouth, more harshly this time. Crumpling the note with her other hand and tossing it toward the garbage. The small blue paper ricocheted off of the wall behind it and then into the small stainless steel can.

Maybe she’d go out to see her own movie, not that she had anyone to go with. The new Star Trek flick was playing, with Zachary Bennette and Simon Pegg. Two of her favourite actors playing two of her favourite original Trek characters.

Suddenly her frown had dissipated. Leave it to television to turn Ricky’s mood around.

[elRetro.]

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τhe beep was killing him. If ever there was a way he could murder it without having to get another way to wake himself up, he'd already have done it. Unfortunately there was none. He groaned loudly and turned over. Was it just him, or was the whole world passing time too quickly?

Wes looked at the time. Blurred lines. Eighty-eight eighty-eight? That couldn't be right. After throwing his fist down on it, he collasped back into the queen sized bed. His room wasn't small, but it wasn't huge either. It was the sole reason the mattress that he lay on wasn't king sized. His house was enormous, though. It was like it fed on his ego. Wesley stared at the ceiling, which was painted a deep blue colour. He narrowed his eyes and sighed loudly, breathing in as he heard his mom knocking slightly on the door. She never said anything, though. Sometimes he wished she did, but once his wish came true and he prayed that he'd never have to hear her nagging whine again.

He shook off his duvet, comforter and throw, pulled it to his pillow and folded it, and then squared his shoulders. Wesley pulled out his drawers and stared at his choices. There were a lot of choices. It made him upset there were too many to choose from, and that he had to actually think while getting his outfit ready. Did he sound gay? Nothing wrong with that, just his little reputation. Wesley was the best of the best, not that there were a lot of bests in the school. He smirked. Their assignment, or their friend's assignment, was to transform a bookworm. He'd found Richelle Brimmer. Wesley hadn't ever noticed her, but she was the one him and his best friend would have to change into a stunner. What they thought, though, was that she had boobs and she had blonde hair, which meant she had potential. Not a lot of people had potential. He tore through his shirts and pulled out a green sweatshirt and oldest GSUS jeans.

The next step to perfection was making his hair look right, and making his teeth shine. After two years of braces in seventh grade, he'd had the punishment to brushing his teeth until blood squirted out so nobody teased him again. It was utter cruelty when the metal things were applied in junior high. Thank God he was in a school since then.

"Nice of you to join us," Mr. Malenkov said. Wesley never called his parents by mom or dad. It was simply their first names, but to his dad especially, his surname. He only nodded and grabbed a pancake off of the island and onto his porcelain plate. Wesley looked at his dad and then at his sister, then to his brother. They were so perfect, so it seemed. It was as if they were all clones, sharing the same identity. Except for Wes' reputation. His parents were disappointed with him for his criminal record. Both his two sibling never attracted that kind of attention. So, it was then that Wesley sat stone still eating. This would be the only time that he'd ever be quiet. Even with his friends over to his house, he was quiet around his family. Once they'd gotten through to the staircase, the loud mouth came back to him.

"I'm finished." Wesley murmured. He looked at Laliya and Reid. They were as well, but it wasn't like his dad cared. All his dad really wanted from him was for peace and quiet and manners. Wes hardly gave that, but it came without gratitude when he did. His mom paraded into the kitchen. Chanel No. 5 wafted and Wes began gagging. Death glares were exchanged, particularly at him. He got up and pushed his plate further on the island.

His dad folded up his papers and stared at him. "Too good for rinsing?" He asked. Wesley glared back and walked out of the kitchen. He didn't have anything to lose. His parents didn't agree with grounding.

i'm going to the nerds house right now.

The text was sent towards his friend, Mr. Humorous. He strapped his Lacoste shoes into place and looked down at them, checking to make sure he had his wallet. Wesley twisted the knob, putting in his earphones at the same time. According to the directions he'd written down, Richelle's house wasn't that far from his. He closed the storm door behind him and headed down the concrete sidewalk, looking both ways before he crossed the street. The bus ride went three stops and he got off, looking at the buildings awkwardly. Did he look weird, standing on a street staring into the windows?

It was a little while before he finally got the nerve to knock on her door. It wasn't like he was afraid to, just contemplating if it was a bad idea or not. Maybe he should've waited a little while, that way he wouldn't be alone with the nerd. He stared through the peekhole and then started pacing on the front step. "It's... er. Wes." He said, loud, just in case she was scared to answer the door.

[D0LLiE DEAREST]

JESSiE LARAY FERNANDEZ
but it's YOUR HIGHNESS to you.
✖●✖●✖●✖●✖●✖
she's not just a drama queen; she's the queen of the world

Jessie had been up for hours; though she didn't know why. Usually, on a calm day like this, Jessie would still be asleep, with a sleeping mask over her eyes. But apparently, not today. For some reason, the girl woke up, and couldn't flutter back to sleep. Finally giving up on the impossible, she had crawled out of bed, fuming that she wasn't getting enough "beauty sleep". But I guess it could be a good thing that she had slithered out of bed early, since she had plans. Sophia was going to come over, and the two of them had to go over to Dominic's house. Or was his name DJ? Well, whatever the hell it was, she wasn't remotely interested in a bit. Who cared about his name? It wasn't like a geek like him was going to make it somewhere famous; or be somebody big. She'd just use him to win her bet with the other two boys, and then she wouldn't even have to look at him anymore. Seriously, Dominic was an eyesore. He was sooo dorky, it was unbelievable. Did he even know what an iPod was? Or perhaps what a cell phone is? Did he understand anything? Thinking about the nerdy kid was already beginning to send shudders down Jessie's back-- ugh. Maybe his parents knew he was going to be born out as a geek. When they were deciding his name, they were probably thinking, "Oh, my son is going to be the geekist kid in the school! Let's give him a geeky name... like DOMINIC! He will be an eternal dork." Yeah, well, maybe the name part was true, but Jessie wasn't sure about the "eternal" dork part. Sure, Jessie may not favor this Dominic kid one bit, but it was still part of her bet with her two other guy friends that she would be able to make him into a hot hunk. Now, whether or not she was able to do that, she wasn't sure. He did need a lot of work.

Well, on the brighter side of the day, Jessie had her ears plugged with two ear buds that connected into her iPod. She was flipping through a trend magazine, listening to only God knows what. Her hair was already nice and silky, though it was in ringlet-like curls. Most people thought it wasn't natural, but it was. Though, Jessie would die to have straight hair was well, she admired how everybody was jealous of her silky curly hair, so she decided not to damage it by straightening it for no reason. She was wearing a black lacy tank-top and another white one over it, along with a pair of gray skinny jeans with some rips here and there. Pretty much, Jessie knew that she was one of the hottest and more gorgeous girls in the school, though the only thing that really made her kind of irritated was her height. No matter what she tried to do, growing just wasn't her thing. People thought it was hilarious to call her a shortie... but I guess it really shouldn't irk her as much since her social status was still breaking the scales. And plus, Jessie thought that her being so tiny could be kind of cute. Sure, she wasn't superwoman material, but at least she could be that cute girl everybody wanted to be with.

As far as Jessie knew, Sophia and her had been best friends for quite some time about now. Sure, they've had their fights here and there, but they always managed to fight around that with something bigger and better, and then they'd be best of friends once again. And plus, everybody at the school knew that these two were as close as magnets-- they did nearly everything together. Well, most of the time, anyways. And plus, it was good for both Sophia and Jessie-- seeing as you mess with one of them you mess with all of them. And by 'all', I meant Sophia, Jessie, and their little army of followers. Which, let me tell you, is quite a lot of people. The whole cheer leading squad plus the drama crew. Not to mention, a lot of other high status people. So, people always knew that it was wayyy safer to be on the two girls good sides rather than their bad side. And Jessie knew that, too. Though, it wasn't the fact that Sophia was powerful that kept their friendship together. What can I say? The two girls were just crazy and inseparable. It was rare to catch one without the other.

Suddenly, a knock came on her door. "Come innnn!" Jessie called, giving permission to probably her mother to come right on in. That was the only person home. Jessie had an older brother and an older sister, though, her older sister was a senior in college now, and her brother a sophomore in college. Some people would wonder if Jessie missed him-- and the answer was a straight-up no. Don't get me wrong, Jessie loved her siblings a lot, it was just that she sort of liked being the only child at home. Your parents would always want to give you what you want. And Jessie liked that quite a bit. Plus, her father was on a business trip, so it was only her mother and Jessie herself home. Her mother opened the door, just like Jessie had predicted. "Yesss? Can I help you?" Jessie asked, pushing her magazine aside for a sec to listen to her mother's request or whatever she wanted to say. Her mother just announced that she was going to go out, and that if Jessie wanted to leave, make sure she locked the door.

Once Jessie was back in her little peace and quiet again, she started glancing at the alarm clock. Seriously, how long was it going to take to have Sophia come by? Jessie was pretty tempted to whip out her phone and start texting her best friend, demanding to know where she was, but she figured that something probably came up with her and she needed to handle it. Instead, she jerked out her phone and began texting Dominic. Jessie wasn't quite sure whether or not losers had text messaging, seeing as, well, they didn't have any friends to text, but Jessie was going to text him, anyways. It wasn't like he had a choice whether or not to accept it. She started stabbing the key viciously, getting a message ready to send towards Dominic. Though, proofreading would be better. He was a weirdo, after all, he probably spent his lives correcting grammar of text messages. Ugh, whatever.

hey you, we're coming by soon. you better be ready or else.
-- Jessie

Originally, Jessie had a little 'xoxoxo' thing before her name, but she didn't quite love nor even respect the weirdo, so she happily deleted it. She wanted to make it sound as threatening and as mean and as bitchy as possible, just to let him know that she meant business. And when Jessie said 'GET READY', that boy better get ready or it might not end up too pretty for him. Jessie hated waiting; and in this case, she despised waiting for stupid useless people like Dominic. Seriously, why him? Maybe it was just the fact that Jessie didn't tolerate low-status high schoolers, but for some reason, she didn't like him. Of damn course, Sophia thought he'd be the "perfect" experiment. Oh, yeah. Some Starwars freak. Sure, yeah, whatever. Jessie bet he probably had that whatever Starwars princess blow-up doll or whatever and hugged her to sleep every night. Hey, you never know, it could be possible. Or he probably had all the Starwars character costumes, so he could dress up as them in front of the mirror and talk to him and pretend like he was some sort of hero. Yeah, that was perfectly normal and dreamy. So, Jessie wasn't even positive if the guy liked Starwars. She had no evidence whatsoever, and really, she shouldn't be so hard on the boy without even knowing him. But don't all nerds like Starwars? Or was that just another stereotype? This was a dangerous mission; converting Dominic from the Losing Loserist Loser of Loserville to the hottie of the school. Let's hope neither Jessie nor Sophia died in the process.

A few minutes later, her front door opened. It didn't surprise Jessie that Sophia knew where the spare key to her house was hidden. Sophia had been here plenty and plenty of times, and plus, Jessie trusted her with her house so it didn't really matter. "SOPHIAAAA!" Jessie squealed in pure and total excitement, as she rushed over to her best friend and pretty much squeezed the crap out of her. Then the question came-- who should pick up Dominic? Personally, Jessie didn't want to go near his house nor let Sophia go alone, but then again, she was kind of curious. What kind of houses did losers and dorks live in? "How about we go together? Truth is, I'm kinda curious." Jessie shrugged, and then Sophia agreed. So, that was that. They were going on Mission Impossible #000001. Hopefully, it wouldn't be too bad. "Let's take your car. I don't want Mr. Geekface to infest my car." Jessie muttered. She held the GPS up. "I downloaded directions to his house. See?" Jessie loaded up Dominic's house address and the directions to get there. The directions and his address was labeled under 'NERD'S HOUSE'. It was probably mean, but hey, it wasn't like he would be going through her GPS. If he did... well, that would just be freaky.

Leading Sophia out the door, Jessie made sure to lock it. Normally, she wouldn't, but since her mother made a big deal about it earlier on today, she did it anyways. She waited before Sophia unlocked her car, then Jessie invited herself to sit in the shotgun seat. It wasn't like anybody else was going to sit there, anyways. And also, it was sort of her seat, seeing as she was constantly in her best friend's car and whenever she was, she always sat shotgun. PLUS, do you really expect Jessie to sit in the back with that... that... thing? Jessie turned on her GPS, and then buckled on her seatbelt, waiting for Sophia to start the car. Once they hit the road and started towards Dominic's house, Jessie began blabbering mean things about him. "Let's take him shopping, first. At like, Abercrombie or something. Oh! And also, for every dorky and geeky thing that guy does, let's make him do ten pushups. I mean, it'll be great punishment, and training. He could get musclessss." Jessie proposed, seeming awfully proud of her idea on making the poor guy do push-ups for every dorky sin he'd commit. Smirking, Jessie pulled out her phone once again, and began to compose a text message to Wesley, one of her close friends. He was a bit of an egotistical a*****e, but who wouldn't love a guy like him?

hey wesleyyyy,
i hope you're prepared to lose, loser.
let's make this more interesting...
loser has to admit he's got a big head
or you can just admit that right now.

xoxox jessie


[ooc] -- sorry, it's kinda shitty.
and sorry jessie has to be such a b***h about dominic D:
no hard feelings ? <3

[An Unfortunate Seduction]

D0MINIC
LAUDERT0N

I'm the the kid who really can say 'This one time, at band camp...' uhm...but not end it with anything sexual...

[OOC: Zomg! Sorry it took me so long to post. :/ School's hard. But chyea, yay! We've started! And no hard feelings whatsoever x3 I giggled at all the mean things said about lil DJ, and I'm sure there will be many more to come. By the way, the computer I'm on completely sucks, worse than anything, so this post really isn't the greatest because I cannot tell you how many times this piece of junk has crashed while I was trying to finish a post and I'm just trying to get this one done, the next will be better! Promise!]

If only the world were flipped all topsy-turvy for a single day. If for the short period of twenty-four hours taking apart your neighbor's lawnmower just to see how it worked, and then putting it back together again were cool. If the majority of girls in the world didn't frown upon boys speanding their free-time leveling their Mage up, or trying to get that ultra cool new staff for their priest. Or even if being able to play (and write music for) the alto saxophone, french horn, piccilo, viola, cello, trombone, and clarinet was something to be congratulated on by high school's 'beautiful people.' Then, and only then, would Dominic Lauderton be cool for a day.

But the world was rightside up.

And Dominic Lauderton was definitely not cool.

But the boy could dream (and dream he did, everyday in fact) that one day everyone would see. DJ didn't want to change. For anybody. All he wanted was acceptance. He wanted it to all dawn on all the kids who had ever scoffed at him that he really wasn't all that bad, once you got to know him. Yeah, okay, it was crazy. So what? His mother told him it was possible. After she read his journal. Which he hid in an old shoe box. Along with his old pokemon trading cards. And a Hot Wheel or five. He claimed to have a Peter Pan complex. You know, never wanting to grow up. Psychologists would claim insecurity. His mother would claim it was acceptable for a seventeen year old boy to keep a few reminders of his childhood. Other teenagers would claim he was a weirdo. But he had learned to deal with it after all the years.

And so as Dominic sat on the floor of his bedroom, setting all his custom-made Wold of Warcraft chess pieces on his plain old board he was content. Sure, popularity was cool, it was a dream. But nothing more than that. And definitely not tangible. Dominic always assured himself that it was more pain than pleasure anyhow. So much pressure to always look good. Why, if he was popular he'd have to wake up early every morning to put goopy gell in his hair! The seventeen year old boy actually stuck his tongue out in disgust. No sir, the torture of hair gell was not worth it, not even if he got laid a thousand times over! Well...okay...maybe then...

"Nicky!" His mother called from downstairs. The way she said it too would have made any normal kid cringe. Her voice was always laced with the sort of soft, gentleness that a mother used when adressing her...five year old. However, it was already a world-wide known fact that Dominic was not normal. So at the sound of her call he scrambled to his feet and raced down the stairs, inhaling the smell of freashly made waffles all the way down to the kitchen where he found the source of the voice, lifting up the top of a waffle press and adding two more specimen to an already leaning stack. Dominic licked his lips. He was treated like a child, but he had the appetite of a teenager. He was one of those kids that at summer camp would finish everything on his place, and then go back for seconds, even if it had tasted like rubber. And yet by some magical glitch in his system he had never been the chubby kid in his life. Not that being fat would have made him any less popular, he was already just about as low at it got. Apparently argyle wasn't as in style as his mom had thought it was.

Yeah, she bought his clothes too. But in his defense who had time to go shopping for their own clothes when there were quests to complete?! And his guild depended on him! They were his friends! Hell, even his family! And Dominic wasn't one to let down family. It was a shame none of them lives closer...and one was even a girl! Ah, if she lived on his street Dominic was sure he could have a girlfriend. And maybe then people at school wouldn't think he was such a geek. He might even but placed high enough on the totem pole for them to look at him as they walked by. Wouldn't that be a dream...

A forkful of waffle was dropped halfway to Dominic's mouth when his cell phone vibrated. He glanced at his mom who cocked a brow. She was the only one who texted him besides his band teacher, but he only texted when Dominic had a question about something. DJ couldn't recall asking him anything...

He yanked the crummy brick phone out of his pocket and pressed the 'read message' button, his eyes scanning the screen anxiously.

When he read the message though...he blanched. Coming over? Coming over!?!? But he hadn't combed his hair! And he needed to eat. And brush his teeth...he probably had morning breath still! And his mom...OH GOD HIS MOM! Dominic grabbed a whole waffle and crammed it into his mouth with his bare hands before leaping out of his seat.

"Gawwta go mumm, gawt a pwoject to finiwsh fawr engrish," He spoke through waffle and gave her a quick peck on the cheek, still warm crumbs spewing from his mouth. He had to get ready and get out the door before his mom greeted his popular visitors and embarrassed him so bad they're laugh him to China. So Dominic raced upstairs, taking the steps by threes and slamming his bedroom door behind him before he began yanking his clothes off at full speed.

[OOC: D: It's even more horrendous than I thought it would be...eek! So sorry! But I has homeworks and then I gotta go to bed. As I said, next post will be better! And just between you and me...I haven't roleplayed for just shy of a year.]

[iSHR00M]

SOPHIA MARIE LIKENS

[OhOhSee: I love playing bitchy characters! Oh and I made an OhOhSee thread]

"SOPHIAAAA!" Was the excited cry that met Sophia as soon as she walked into her best friends house, she couldn't see any of the room around her though, because after that Jessie had launched herself onto Sophia blocking her view of the room. It didn't matter though, Sophia had been here enough times, she could walk through the house in her sleep.

Sophia smirked when she saw the look on Jessie's face after she had mentioned Dominic. Sophia had picked Dominic because she knew he would be a challenge, and it would make their victory that much more sweet. Oh yes victory, Sophia loved challenges and she never lost. "How about we go together? Truth is, I'm kinda curious." Sophia gave a node of confirmation to Jessie, she felt the same way. Sophia was just about to ask Jessie about which car they should take when she told her right away. "Let's take your car. I don't want Mr. Geekface to infest my car." Sophia gave a bitter laugh to her friend before turning around to head out the door.

"Fine then! Let my car get infested!" Sophia said sounding a tad annoyed. She wasn't really mad and knew that Jessie wouldn't think she was. Sophia had to get her car's seats changed anyway, they were the wrong shade of gray. Sophia's eyes flashed over to Jessie when she spoke, she was holding up her GPS and had said that she had already downloaded the directions to his house. Taking the GPS from her friend, Sophia looked at the name and grinned. It was labeled under 'Nerd's house.' "Perfect name!" Sophia said as she unlocked the door to her car and climbed in putting the GPS system down where she could see it.

Sophia waited while Jessie climbed into her seat, the shot gun seat. She was glad that it was Jessie's seat, Sophia didn't want the nerd to end up sitting up there or for Jessie to have to sit with him. Not with what she had heard about the kid. "Guess what I heard from Abby?" Sophia said, meaning the most gossipy girl in their school. "I heard that this kid has never had a girlfriend! Which means that we'll have to probably teach him how to act around girls. I just hope he isn't one of those lame nervous kids!" Sophia said while she pulled the car out of the drive. Honestly there was no problem with not having dated yet, but it was weird for Sophia. She'd been dating since preschool, in fact, she sometimes forgot what year her first boyfriend was in because it was so long ago and she had so many since.

Looking at the GPS she made the indicated turn she should take at the light. "Let's take him shopping, first. At like, Abercrombie or something. Oh! And also, for every dorky and geeky thing that guy does, let's make him do ten pushups. I mean, it'll be great punishment, and training. He could get musclessss." Sophia laughed at what her friend had to say. She honestly agreed with her, they should brake him of his geeky ways and take him shopping.

"I agree, but instead, lets make him do crunches so he can get abs, plus they're harder. Sophia said, enjoying of thinking of ways to get this kid to break his dorky ways. Lets also give him an award if he succeeds, say that if he follows our rules and helps us win, he can get a date with a popular girl. We can let him think that it's with the girl of his choice, but really pick the girl ourselves!" Sophia would have fun with this, the idea just came to her and it seemed genius, while winning the bet they could also make fun of him, letting him think he could get a good looking nice girl.

Sophia thought about the text message that Jessie had sent Dominic and burst out laughing. "You know..." Sophia said sounding optimistic, making it sound like she was about to say something great about the dork they were dealing with. "I bet the dork just about had a seizure when you texted him! Sophia said in a cheerful voice. It was cruel but Sophia always liked it when people realized how wonderful Jessie and her were.

The two basically controlled the school, everyone who wasn't on their side, was to scared to cross them. Not that Sophia blamed them, if she met herself and Jessie, she wouldn't want to cross herself either. No, because Jessie wit her acting skills and hyper behavior was great for getting in someone's face. Zooey was good about insulting people in the nicest ways, so that they didn't know they had just been insulted until she was long gone, and they had thought about it. A couple of the cheerleaders called Zooey a brain ninja after they had watched the comedian Dane Cook. Not only were they good at that way of insulting, they could both ruin someone easily by a few well picked words to the right people. No, Jessie and Zooey were not the people you would want to get on your bad side.

"Jessie, we should probably go through his cloths and what he has in his room before we go shopping!" Sophia said calmly to her friend as they pulled into the neighborhood that Dominic lived in. "I don't want to either, but we need to see what he has in his room, and make room for his new cloths, and go through whatever products he might have. Also to rid the geek of his dorky-ness I think we should go through everything in his room and remove anything unexeceptable." Sophia said coolly, not caring if Dominic might be slightly attached to any of his dork stuff. Sophia didn't honestly care if he was though. She just wanted to win.

Sophia knew she would have to get a little close to Dominic through this process, Jessie wouldn't, so Sophia would. As long as they won, it was a sacrifice she would be willing to make and believe me it was a sacrifice. Looking at Jessie sideways, Sophia smiled as they pulled into the driveway. She knew this process wouldn't be easy, but she'd be damned if she lost. After they had pulled into the driveway, Sophia pulled out her phone and composed a text to Dominic, who was named under her phone as 'Test Subject 1.'

we're here... but not leaving just yet
we want to go through what's in your room
so we're coming in
you better be ready!
--zooey

Having a '<3' in front of her name, Sophia deleted it a quickly as possible, there was no way that she loved Dominic. She hit send and watched as the little envelope flew across the screen before sliding it down and sticking it back into her purse. When Sophia gave a commands like those, she expected the person to listen. She hated repeating herself and waiting for someone else. That didn't mean she couldn't keep others waiting though. The only people Sophia tried to not keep waiting were her friends, everyone else could wait for her. Sophia just knew though, that if Dominic didn't do what they said, this could go very hard for him. The only options Sophia was willing to give, was that this could be excruisatingly hard or very easy and believe me, either one worked for Sophia for with this project. She wasn't picky.

"I don't want to... but shall we?" Sophia asked Jessie. Without waiting for an answer, the girl stood up and walked over to Dominic's front door. She assumed that Jessie followed her but wasn't actually sure. She would have made sure to wait for Jessie, but Sophia Marie wanted to start on this as soon as possible so she rang the doorbell. Sophia didn't want to deal with the kid on her own, but she knew that Jessie would be there soon and wouldn't leave Sophia to work with the dork herself.

don't get in my WAY, i can ruin you with the snap of a FiNGER

[HoRRiDx]

xxx•xRiCHELLE BRiMMERx•xxx
I know, today is going too [********] slow;
So take a number get in line Ill tell you all where to go
Its last call, so here I am alone in the hall
I guess nobody gets my jokes at all...
Its no prize, being me and getting to wise; they just make you turn around and go appologise
No, i don't owe you anything
To HELL with Im sorry, Bombs away!

Richelle shovelled another spoonful of Lucky Charms into her mouth. Stirring it into the milk afterwards. The white colour had become an almost chocolaty brown, with various colours shining through the surface, caused by the many marsh-mellows she hadn’t eaten yet.

The milk had been put away, and there was now a tall glass of orange juice sitting next to her bowl. She reached forward and picked up the glass, taking a sip and setting it back down. The silence of the kitchen was almost un-nerving; but it was something Ricky was used to. The hum of the fridge was relaxing, almost enough to put Rick asleep; And has she been in a more comfortable chair, she probably would have drifted off eventually.

Finishing her cereal Richelle picked up the bowl and rinsed it under the faucet, bending down to open the dishwasher she slipped out the first rack and set it inside. Bending a little further her hand grasped the black door and lifted, shutting the machine and leaving the kitchen just as clean as it had been when she entered. Except for the single glass of orange juice on the pristine counter top.

Brimmer moved forward and took the glass in her hand, it was cool to the touch. The orange pulpy goodness sloshed slightly, but never slipped over the edges of the cup. Ricky raised it to her mouth, parting her lips and taking a long drink before coughing slightly when her dog started barking.

For a second Ricky choked on her drink nearly spitting it out… A sudden knocking had come from the door. Not a bang, but a tap… Like someone was actually outside. Richelle crinkled her nose slightly at the sound, Who would honestly be at her house?

BARK, BARK, BARK…

“DATA!” Richelle shouted over the overly enthused barking of her dog, nearly tripping over the fat black thing as she attempted to get to the doorway. Data was running back and forth, tail wagging and his feet prancing like he had too pee. The mutt always acted this way when someone came over. Not that it was ever anyone for Ricky, no she just stayed in the basement, never bothering to answer the door.

His bark was so loud she couldn’t hear Wesley Malenkov shout his familiar nickname through the door. The dog was always loud and obnoxious… Nearly frightened everyone who saw him; But the poor thing wouldn’t bite a soul. He was the biggest, laziest sweet heart in the world, and Ricky loved the little b*****d. Despite the constant whining.

“DATA Shut up!”

Ricky fumbled over him slightly, reaching for the doorknob. Once her hand was tightly held against the golden handle Brimmer used her foot to push the dog away from the door. “Data, sit..” Her voice snapped harshly, and the puppy stopped barking, and took a seat exactly where he stood. Richelle smiled at this and turned her attention back to the door, twisting her wrist and tugging it open with one swoop.

“Hello?”

Her smile dropped slightly, churning into more of a confused, baffled, awkward looking expression. “Umm, Hi Wesley?” Her glasses, in the manoeuvring, had managed to slide down her nose. Crinkling it slightly Ricky raised her hand and pushed the glasses back into place. Blocking the image of Mr. Malenkov for a second. Which was probably a good thing, otherwise Richelle might have stopped breathing… Of course, instead of not breathing, she was at a loss for words. She herself had never been a big fan of swooning over sexy guys at school, but when someone who looked like Welsey Malenkov showed up randomly on your doorstep, you had to be a little speechless.

Staring forward at the male Brimmer cocked her eyebrow, hands sweating slightly against the door handle. She glanced past his shoulder, wondering if there some more popular kids waiting behind the cars to toss eggs at her. Or pigs blood, like in the movie Carrie.

Slowly Data popped his head out from behind Richelle. Rubbing it against her thigh and panting happily. You could hear the soft thumping of his tail knocking against the wall in the background; and Ricky didn't bother to push him away.


[ ack, sorry its so short : / ]

[An Unfortunate Seduction]

D0MINIC
LAUDERT0N

I'm the kid who really can say 'This one time, at band camp...' uhm...but not end it with anything sexual...

DJ had received a fairly bad carpet burn on his chin when he fell face-first on the floor while hopping to pull his pajama bottoms off. He scambled to his feet and pulled on a pair of khaki slacks though without taking a moment to inspect the damage. He yanked open the top drawer of his dresser and threw its entire contents onto the floor so that his selection was more spread out and visible. He grabbed a white dress shirt and yanked it on, buttoning it up wrong the first time so that he had to redo it all quickly. Just then he heard the doorbell ring through and cursed himself, throwing on an argyle sweater-vest and racing into the bathroom. His glasses had been knocked askew from throwing his vest on so quickly and he took a brief second to reset them on the bridge of his nose. What could he possibly do with his hair though? What would the girls be looking for...?

Dominic grabbed the bottle of hair gel his mother had bought him but he had refused to ever touch. He ran his tongue over his retainer as he stared down the product. No. He couldn't do it. He would not stoop that low! His next option was a comb. Brushing his hair could have one of two outcomes. The first was a more well-groomed look obviously. The second, was a disaster. Depending on a number of factors (how Dominic had slept, when he had taken his last shower, how many times he had touched his hair in the passed week...) DJ's hair could turn into a mass off horrid fluffy curls when brushed. But he had tossed and turned so much in his sleep that night he doubted it could possibly be worse than it was now so he took the comb in his hand and set to work as quickly as possible. It seemed to be working at first until DJ noticed that with each time the comb passed through his hair, the locks became even larger and poofier, like some newly groomed poodle. He dropped the comb to the ground as if it had burned him and raced down the stairs as he heard his mother call out to whoever was on the other side of the front door that she was coming.

"Mom! Mom, I got it! It's for me! It's a girl!" He hissed frightfully, hoping that she'd understand. His mother's lips formed a perfect 'o' and she stepped back quickly from the door. Dominic rushed forward and slammed straight into the door, unable to stop himself. He sputtered and was just about to turn the knob when he remembered his retainer. He removed it from his mouth, a few strands of saliva clinging between the dental device and his lips, and tossed it into the potted plant beside the door in his panic. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and twisted the knob, pulling the door open and fixing his face with what he hoped would appear to be a charming smile. Dominic's mother peeked excitedly over his shoulder but he was too preoccupied to notice.

There she stood. Sophia Likens. The goddess of Dominic's high school and a frequent visitor to his less dry dreams. But hadn't she said that 'they' would be coming? Who else could that mean? Ah, of course. Jessie Fernandez. The two were attached at the hip. DJ had to be dreaming. There was no possible way the school's two most gorgeous girls were actually at his house. To see him. It was a good think that Dominic had learned to control his asthma, otherwise he could have been on the floor gasping for breath like a fish out of water.

[OOC: Jeez it's tiny! But I didn't give myself much to work with. >> And I have pinkeye! AHHHH! My boyfriend wouldn't even see me today because of it. x[ Depression. Hope that it's enough for you guys to reply to...like I said, they'll get bigger and better. ]

[D0LLiE DEAREST]

JESSiE LARAY FERNANDEZ
but it's YOUR HIGHNESS to you.
✖●✖●✖●✖●✖●✖
she's not just a drama queen; she's the queen of the world

The car ride was somewhat amusing; though it only contained more trash talk about this Dominic kid. Oh, and also they considered some mean cruel punishments if he were to ever act dorky while he was around them once they've tried their best to complete the "transformation". Of course, it was guaranteed that Jessie and Sophia was going to make his life a living hell if he cost their team the winning point... and allowed the boys and that weird blond chick to win. Yeah, they played aggressive, especially Jessie. She'd make sure that her team won, even if she needed to sabotage Wesley and the other guy. As Sophia's car pulled over the driveway, and they got out, Jessie glanced around the house. I guess it wasn't that bad... and it didn't really give off signs of any nerds taking resident in the house. In fact, it was kind of cute, and small in a way. Adorable. Too bad she couldn't say the same for the guy that lived here; god, Dominic needed a ton of work.

Jessie sort of stood back as Sophia took the effort to ring the doorbell. Good, Jessie wouldn't have to deal with that. "Is anybody even home?" she whispered lightly, staring hard at the door. Didn't she text him? Oh, s**t. The nerd probably didn't have such thing as texting; for all she knew, she could have attempted to text him at his house phone. After all, nerds don't need cell phones if they don't have any friends to contact, right? Right. "Ring it again." Jessie prodded, but then she heard voices. Well, it was mainly footsteps running. Then a small
"Mom! Mom, I got it! It's for me! It's a girl!" Jessie let out a small giggle; not because she thought it was cute, but she thought it must have been slightly embarrassing to say that to your own mother. Geez, even his mother thought he was a nerd, how much more worse could it get? Normally, geeks have parents tell them they're cool, but in this case, his mom probably thought he was a total dork, too. Tsk, tsk. Poor kid, though Jessie really couldn't say she blamed his mother. If Dominic was her son or kid, she'd probably disown him in a heartbeat. No mother wanted to have their child grow up to be single... I mean, how else would she get grandchildren?

The door finally opened, and there you have it. Dominic, close up. It made Jessie want to cringe or puke or something, but his mother was standing right behind him with the biggest grin on her face. "Uh... hello." Jessie said awkwardly, since the boy wouldn't stop staring. She cleared her throat, waiting for somebody to speak. If his mother hadn't been hovering around, then Jessie would've barged right in. However, Jessie was pretty respectful for older authority figures, so she decided to put on a nice, clean, sweet act. It was what she did best... I mean, hello, drama queen here? Yeah. Plus, she felt kind of sorry for Mrs. Launderton, it must be horrible to have such a weird son. "I'm Jessie Fernandez... but you know that." Jessie smiled sweetly at both Dominic and his mother, her sweetie-muffin act still playing. "So, hey, Dominic. How's it going?" It didn't take long before his mother invited the two girls inside, seemingly eager to have two really pretty females talking to her son... who's probably never scored a chick before.

"Thank you for inviting us in."

Jessie stepped right into the house, and then Dominic pulled his mother aside into another room after saying something along the lines of "excuse me" or something. She heard intense whisperings, but they were speaking so rapidly that she couldn't pick up their words. To Sophia, she silently rolled her eyes, waiting for either Dominic or his unfortunate mother to return. The nerd finally did, and his mother wasn't there with him. It figured... he probably asked his mother to stay away or something. Awh, how cute. Jessie followed Dominic silently up the stairs, with Sophia in tow since she definitely was not going up there alone. It was beginning to be slightly awkward now; being so... sooo... sooo nice to that... thing. But once the door was closed and it was just her, Sophia, and Dominic in his room, well, trust me, there would be a whole new side of Jessie. The original side; the one who didn't tolerate low-status people, and thought dorks needed to burn in hell since they were such a disgrace. Ah, the good ol' Jessie that everybody loved. Sassy and bitter.

As soon as the door closed, Jessie crossed her arms in front of her chest, and pushed Dominic slightly so that he would sit on the bed. She paced around, back and forth, her eyes glaring at him, trying to figure out what to do first. Well, before anything, really, Jessie should really go over the ground rules. If Dominic didn't meet Jessie's requirements or her "laws", then, well, she'd make sure he did. There was just no way in hell that he was going to defy her; Jessie was on top of the pyramid along with Sophia, so there was just no way in hell she was going to let some little nerd get away with anything. "First off, I'm gonna cover some rules with you. You have no choice but to listen and obey; or trust me, it won't be pretty... well, not that it's exactly snazzy-looking for you right now, but just listen up." So, maybe that was a really mean thing to say, but when Jessie was done with him, what she said about his appearance was going to look like a cupcake with tons of icing on it. "Okay, so. This is rule number one." Jessie cleared her throat, and finally stopped pacing. "It's--"

There was a knock on Dominic's door, and his mother poked her head inside. She asked if either Jessie or Sophia wanted something to eat, and gave them that big cute little smile. Awh, Jessie actually liked his mother. She was well... respectful and kind of the wonderful type of mother. "Oh, no thanks! We're full, but thanks for the offer." Dominic finally shooed his mother out frantically, obviously looking embarrassed. Once Jessie was sure his mother was long gone, she finally spoke again. "Our rule number one is that you have no rights at all, starting from this point on. Whatever we say, you do. You have no option, and if you are to think you have one, Sophia and I will put you in your place. You are completely powerless." I guess that was slightly harsh, but when there was a team, there had to be a leader. And in this case, it was both Sophia and Jessie. Dominic had no choice, just like she said. "Rule number two. Even when Sophia and I aren't watching you, you can't be your dorky self. No video games, no band-whatever-it-is-you do. Unless if you're playing the guitar or the drums, that's kinda cute. Oh, and the bass, too. But no dorky things like the clarinet..." Well, clarinets weren't dorky, they were only cute when girls played them. Guys... ? When they play the clarinet, it's just a major turn off. That was not what Jessie needed.

"And lastly, we've put together schedules you must go through... and we have punishments if you fail to do so. You are required to fulfill these consequences if you so happen to mess up." Jessie said firmly, and stared down at him. Oh, god! He needed serious work. "Okay, well. Sophia and I dropped by to check out your closet and your room... and no offense, but you need a new haircut. What'd you do? Put a bowl over your head and just cut the pieces that stuck out? Ugh, let Sophia handle it, I'm gonna go through your closet. And..." Jessie made a face at the things in Dominic's room. "And, would it kill you if you did a slight room makeover? Your room reminds me of a nerd haven." Jessie pulled open his closet door, and made a little face as soon as she saw what it contained. UGH! One of her worst nightmares-- really shitty clothes. Yeah, this boy needed serious help. "Oh, by the way, um, we're gonna go to the mall after we finish you and your room up. You obviously need some new clothes... where'd you get these? Goodwill?"

Jessie frowned, as she yanked out a stack of clothes. She scanned through it, and then put it back where it belong. She considered tossing it to the side, which would indicate that he'd have to get rid of it, but what was the point when she was pretty much going to make him get rid of the rest of his closet? Ugh, why couldn't guys be a little bit more considerate when it came to clothing and stuff? It really irked Jessie that he didn't have clothes from the best. No wonder why he wasn't cute! "But don't worry! Once we're done with you, you'll be the hottest guy ever. Well, maybe not the hottest, but you'll be adorable." Jessie promised, and that was true, too. She was sooo determined to make the boys lose... mainly because she'd never be able to suck up her pride... oh, and also, she couldn't risk admitting she had a big head. I mean, how could she? Her head was perfectly shaped; and it was also a bonus that she had a pretty face. Ah, no wonder why people were jealous.

[ooc] -- sorry, it's short & crappy.
also, i apologize for godmoding his mother oh so many times.
OH, and i'm also sorry jessie was mean ><; lols

[elRetro.]

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How long had he been waiting for? Wesley stood at her doorstep, occasionally emitting a yawn and pulling away from the door. He wasn't the type that wasn't able to sit still, but at this moment, he felt a bit awkward. So, he was walking: up and down the steps, turning, twisting, in any way.

Maybe she hadn't heard him.

He bounded up the steps, careful not to crash down onto the ground. He extended his hand and knocked again. Wesley stared at the door, starting to imagine it as different things. What could it turn into? Loser minds were getting to him, it was as if by being at a loser house, he would turn into one as well. He frowned. It wasn't their fault? It was their house's? Wesley sighed loudly and all of a sudden he could hear the barking in the background. The loud echoing screams of an excited dog.

Great. They had a loser dog, too.

Wesley pinched his nose and sat on the steps, taking out his phone. First, Richelle would have to calm the dog, and then make it sit, and then open the door. It could take awhile. Maybe she had been eating breakfast and that was what had took so long. He looked at the small screen now displayed in his right hand. The text from Jessie. He smirked and rolled his eyes. When did his ego run high? And how did everyone know? He didn't care, though. It wasn't like they were going to stand up to him and straight up tell him - except his friends, particularly Jessie.

you wish.
loser has to admit she's a b***h.

He stared at the text awhile, deciding whether or not to change the last words. But it was true, it was true about all his friends, so he sent it, smiling slightly. This one message was his freedom from a nerdhouse. He looked back at the door, and pushed himself off the steps, looking around the yard. The door swung open, though, and it cut his time to look at the back. Wesley looked at her and twitched his own smile, which she'd dropped. But he kind of had to look like the better one here, right? Though he probably wasn't. He nodded. "Well. Let's see what we have to work with." He said evenly, and watched as a dog poked out from behind her. Despite himself, he had to reach out and rub his head. He didn't say anything, though. The words for the dog's name were pushing themselves off his mouth. He cursed inside his head and put down his hand.

Wesley looked back up at her and patted down his hands. "Can I come in? He asked, lightly. By the time he said it, he realized how rude he sounded, but he didn't take it back. He looked back down at the dog and wondered when his teammate would get over himself and come. Wesley put his hand on the door and slowly edged himself into her house. He'd never had a problem with going into someone's house before, without permission, but he felt like she wasn't going to give in. He stared at the dog, just in case it decided to run out. Then he looked back. Was he looking at Richelle too much? Of course not, right?

He pulled back his hand and really looked at her. There were a lot of things he could do. The hair was good, maybe cut a bit would help. The make up was intoxicating. Wesley wasn't the one who liked makeup. On girls. He liked them natural, not cake-faced and whorish looking. He eyed the lip ring. It wasn't bad. It was that amount of edgy. Was he already going for an elegant look for her? Wesley pulled back and looked at her clothes. He winced and uttered unintelligible words.

"Well," he started, grinning, "this is going to be fun." Sophia and Jessie weren't going to win, and he wasn't about to give up and lose over a makeover. This would be hard, but it'd be harder for them.

Wes' conscience was laughing maniacally in his mind. The loserdom was getting to him. "Can I see what you do every morning? Like. Well. Your closet and whatever?" He put on a happy-ish face, while inside the frown deepened.

[HoRRiDx]

xxx•xRiCHELLE BRiMMERx•xxx
I know, today is going too [********] slow;
So take a number get in line Ill tell you all where to go
Its last call, so here I am alone in the hall
I guess nobody gets my jokes at all...
Its no prize, being me and getting to wise; they just make you turn around and go appologise
No, i don't owe you anything
To HELL with Im sorry, Bombs away!

Richelle was stunned, perplexed…. HELL she was up right confused! Here he was, perhaps one of the best, sexiest, and popular guys in her school! At her door-step, knocking on her door…. It had to be a mistake.
For a moment they just looked at one another, and Ricky cringed, her heart almost skipping a beat, waiting for something horrible to happen. Waiting for an insult, or an egg to the face perhaps?

“Well, Lets see what we have to work with.”

Ricky was caught off guard, she exhaled sharply. Releasing a breath she hadn’t even known she was holding in until Wesley Malenkov finally spoke. She stuttered a moment, trying to rack her brain around the situation! Searching for something to say, but finding nothing intelligible. “What?” Finally escaped her as she stood there. Most likely looking like some idiot teenage gawker, a girl with the hotts for the popular guy? How cliché was she acting right now?

Clearing her throat Richelle shifted her legs on the spot, raising her chin to him and preparing herself. She didn’t need to look like any more of a fool than she already had, right?

She was a little taken back when Wesley began to pet Data on the head. The over zealous puppy seemed to enjoy it to no end, and for a second Malenkov looked like a normal, regular person. A very attractive regular person… But normal, non the less. Eventually Wesley looked back up at her, patting down his hands and with a rather smug voice asked if he was allowed to come in. Richelle’s eyes narrowed slightly at the tone of his voice, and she had to bite against her tongue to keep from snapping back at him. The girl was a loser… What would her words do against someone like him anyway?
The man would probably just laugh, and leave… Richelle wanted to see where this was going!

Before she could object Wesley had begun to ease his way into the house, pushing her out of the way and allowing himself entrance. Ricky was about to object, heck… She was GOING to object! Just… maybe later.

Once the boy was inside all the way she closed the door behind him. She spun around quickly, leaning her back against the door and simply staying there. She needed this moment to breath. Mentally cursing herself for letting anyone have this kind of effect on her! Richelle was in control of herself, always had been… So why did her cheeks feel so warm and flushed now?

Growing slightly uncomfortable under Wesleys gaze Ricky eventually pushed herself off of the door, What are you looking at?”

Trying to act the casual part Richelle walked passed him, entering back into the kitchen with the assumption that he would tell her why he was there without her having to ask him. “Well,” She looked back at him when he finally spoke, “This is going to be fun.” Cocking her eyebrow at this statement Ricky turned right around to face him again…

“Listen… if you are selling something or--”

Ricky didn’t finish when Wesley began to speak again, “Can I see what you do every morning? Like. Well. Your closet and whatever?” His smile was a bit un-nerving, almost like it wasn’t supposed to be there, but Ricky looked passed it.

Finally her brain must have shut off, or something… Because she didn’t care why he was here anymore, and instead just went on with her business, “Um.. Okay, my room is right through here?” Her tone was quizzical, but she obliged, hoping to GOD that she didn’t look like some stupid love struck teen. Perhaps she was trying too hard?

Leading the male into the kitchen Richelle went directly for the door next to the refrigerator, the same one she had exited this morning. Ricky grasped the small handle and pulled it open easily, taking each step down the stairs slowly, taking the room in with quick glances in case she had left something laying around.

Her eyes widened at the site of a few undergarments in the middle of the floor, ones she hadn’t had the chance to pick up, the girl quickly rushed forward at them, bending rapidly and coming back up with the snap of her body, clutching the Batman matching undies like they were going to jump from her hands and run away on her. “Right,” Ricky huffed, blowing a strand of misplaced hair out of her face and looking back up at Wesley, “This is my room… Don’t,” she looked around, waving her hand out to indicate everything, “Touch anything!”

A couple more quick manoeuvres and the underwear was tossed into a basket, “Sorry about the mess! I wasn’t expecting company…”

The room of course, despite the random panties on the floor, was in pristine condition, everything had a place and everything was in its place. There was no mess to be had! Honestly Ricky thought the opposite, her books… On the stand, were crooked, and some of her more embarrassing action figures had yet to be dusted today! The blankets were askew on her bed, but other than that…. Everything was perfect looking.

Perhaps a little too perfect. But that was just Richelle for you.

Now, having a male in her room, Ricky was feeling awkward. She took a seat on her turned out computer chair, legs tight together, and hands in her lap. Her posture was straight, like someone had taken a metal pole and shoved it down her shirt. Yet, the position seemed wrong to her… Too perfect. Ricky slouched a bit, took her hands off her lap, Worse! She leaned backward, and unclenched her legs. Still not getting there! Straightening again she tried various hand placements, crossed her legs and uncrossed them… Eventually she decided not to sit, But to stand.

Arms crossed under her chest and hip to the side, a regular normal person stance… right?

[ lame again sorry, lol ]

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It didn't take him long to slowly maneuver his way into her doorway. His hand was on the door, and his first leg was edging himself even further. Then came time that her dog moved out of the way, as she did as well, and then he was fully indoors. Silently, Wes congratulated himself. She closed the door behind him and he nodded satisfied. He noticed her changing expressions. Kind of freaky, but he tried not to keep looking at her - what would happen to his eyes? Well, at least he wasn't commenting on her aloud, right?

"I said: let's see what you've got." He repeated, leaning against her door casually. Wes glanced at the dog, not barking. He could've bit his words, though. Richelle looked as if she was ready to kill him. Her eyes seemed enraged, full of daggers ready to pierce his skin. Then the rosy cheeks came in, and he couldn't help a smirk when she asked what he was looking at. Seemed like she didn't know why he was at her house. Wesley frowned. Right, they hadn't really told her. But, atleast they hadn't come and bombarded her right off the bat. God, when was the kid coming?

He merely grunted, holding back his great comeback for her question. "Listenifyou'resellingsomethingor - " It didn't exactly get into his brain right. And he did his job to quiet her. Wes followed her through the halls. She sounded intimidated. Was he radiating that much cologne? Wasn't he just perfect? He grinned.

The house was tiny compared to his, but he wasn't going to stay in there forever. The kitchen was unfamiliar, but she knew it - why wouldn't she? - and she opened the door with ease, though Wes would've been freaked just to touch the knob. He continued to walk, watching her every move. What would he change? She had the straightest, most perfect posture in the world. Kind of awkward, but it wouldn't be something he'd want to change, it was okay, for the time being. It wasn't attractive for women to run around with their shoulders slumped so their arms touched the floor anyway. Her walk was... good. Somehow, Wes denied complimenting her. She strolled into her room, objecting his rights to touch anything that was lying about. It wasn't like he wanted to, either, so he was completely alright with the fact that he couldn't touch anything - except it seemed like she was trying to control him.

And nobody had authority over him.

Wes' eyebrow rose as she rushed to grab something, which he hadn't seen because he was entranced with what was all over her walls. The books were aligned, maybe a few were crooked, but everything else was perfect. The bed was half-done, the curtains were back, it was clean. Kind of like a haven from her house. Wes frowned, realizing how neat she was, how this house was still as cluttered as she was. "What mess?" He noticed the action figures lying in wait on her case, the blankets - no duvet, or comforter - so messily arranged. She must not have had time to do them. Then the computer. Did she spend her whole life on that old thing?

"When was the last time you actually went out with your friends? Or a party? Or dressed up?" He asked, completely repulsed as he paced around the room. He was alone with a loser. Wesley's immunity was shrinking. If his friends were around, he'd be acting, as if he were choking, swelling... burning. But he didn't want to come off as rude. Besides, they needed her to win, and boy were they going to win. Jessie and Sophia's project was going to still look like a loser. "Wash up. We'll start right away." He said, and then he pulled out his cell phone and texted Mr. Player again.

He looked up, watching her sit upright, crossing her arms. Tough didn't really look great on her. But he could help her work on that stance, so that she looked absolutely sexy - erm. - breathtaking. Wesley waltzed over to her and bit his lip. "That generally doesn't work unless you've got a see-through shirt and a mini-skirt. Kidding." Wes rolled up the sleeves of his green sweatshirt and looked down at her, then he backed up. "Closet?" He asked her, intending for her to show off her clothes. The first thing he'd do, with or without his friend's assistance, is get her outfit right to go for a lovely stroll. Then an idea struck him. Wasn't it just okay if she was seen with him, then automatic popularity?

"Oh, by the way... We didn't really discuss it with you, but thanks for letting us over. We figured it was the best place, since... well, I'm sure you didn't have anybody over." He winked sarcastically and put his hands into his jeans pocket. "So, let's get started. Pull off a little fashion show, and then I'll get outta here, and we'll walk down the street and whatever. I'm just teaching you the basics right now. Major opportunities for you, Richelle."

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This is where you should be! :]

HoRRiDx Kryss! She is probably one of my best friends. Period end of discussion. I swear... you ******** with her and your ******** with me. I hate people bugging my friends, but my best friends? As soon as you do that I suggest you turn around! You just drove into ********! And I'm the MAYOR! Believe me you won't bother me, even if you call me a little [obscenity removed].

D0LLiE DEAREST Syd... I love you. Even though we don't talk as much anymore... I want you all to know... I value her opinion more than yours! I always will. If she says something and you say the opposite... you can be sure I'll take her side. If you ever do something that pisses her off and I find out about it. I hope you like the cold, because a cold shoulder is all you'll get from me. Oh and She's SO MUCH CUTER THAN I AM! No matter what she says can't change that!!! -ha ha!-

Tomorrowsbrokenpromise Cupcake! Yes Cupcake damnit! That is my name for him. It's not his real name, but he says its boring so I call him Cupcake! He never is on when I am anymore and I really miss him. He's an awesome person and gets more love from me then you ever will! He's MINE and you can't have him!

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Sunset_dreamer369 Stole one of my best friends role plays, and her rules. Then when she was caught tried to lie about that same thing, and finally admitted to it but refused to take them down or apologize. She’s seriously pissed off the wrong group of people. If you see her, please make sure she realizes what a piece of useless scum she is!

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