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[mokiepuppymaster]

xxx

•••
Is it possible Mr. Loveable || Is already in my life?
Right in front of me || Or maybe you're in disguise
Who doesn't long for someone to hold || Who knows how to love you without being told
Somebody tell me why I'm on my own || If there's a soulmate for everyone ||
•••

The situation was under control, at least that's what Yulia had figured mentally. It was out in the open that he had a girlfriend. Both of them knew it. Just as now she knew tha there was definitely more for him than simply her. She was only his friend while Kaydence was pretty. She was more than pretty; she was a singer. How glamorous was that? All Yulia wanted to make of herself in the future was to be a forensics scientist, that's not nearly as glamorous as singing. Plus, what good would come of being with Roirdan? They would have been the worst couple anyone had ever seen. They would have fought often, competed for everything, and neither would've had the confidence to make it to first base. They didn't compliment each other. They were rivals, that's what Yulia kept reminding herself. There was so much silence within the two of them. It was most likely for the best. Most definitely. She glanced around the room making sure she had everything, though at this point it had definitely registered to her that she was missing quite important. Her vision...at this point was blurred, and she hadn't seen any trace of her glasses. Had she wore glasses last night or contacts?

There wasn't an awkward itching or discomfort, so nothing had rolled up her eye lid. At least she hoped nothing had. If her contacts were lost somewhere in the room, it was safe to assume she probably wouldn't find them. Maybe she shouldn't worry. She had more at home and Roirdan was giving her a ride. But now even more questions came to mind. What about her car? did she take one to the party last night or had she taken a taxi due to the weather? If it weren't for the alcohol, her memory would have been much, much more reliable than it currently was. Knowing who she was, she most likely took a taxi. That made since, and seemed familiar. Her gaze trailed over to him when he answered his text message. It was kind that he was going through the trouble to reply to everyone that would get in contact with him. Yulia personally had no idea where to even begin thinking up responces. Everything she wanted to text seemed to trail once more to what didn't happen last night. The thing that she was glad hadn't occurred, and yet at the same time...was disappointed.

She felt like she was contradicting herself. If it was illogical, she wanted nothing to do with it. She wondered if he was texting to his girlfriend. 'Probably,' slipped into her thoughts. God, everytime she thought about Kadence she found herself feeling nervous. What if she finds out? What was to keep her from calling Yulia all sorts of terrible things? She wasn't a relationship-wrecker like some of the popular girls she had known of back in highschool. They were the types of people that she was ultimately against. Was it karma that she found herself in this situation?

When he asked if she wanted him to drop her off at her place, she nodded. Getting cleaned up seemed like a necessity at this point. Plus, she needed to change her clothes. Going out in an evening dress wasn't exactly appropriate, just as it'd draw all sorts of unnecessary attention to herself. Also, her clothes felt sort of...old and stale, if it made any sense at all. She felt uncomfortable in them. She felt uncomfortable in her own skin. Still, they were going to actually hang out later. It was confusing. Was that his way of saying tha the really wanted to go back to normal? Was that his attempt to starting over? Or were there subliminal messages? Still, she gave a nod. "That makes sense," she voiced. Plus, it was relieving that he made sure to mention that he would pick her up afterwards. Just that sentence was all that was needed to remind her that it wasn't like they were doing anything erotic like showering together. Ah, how could she even bring herself to think such a thing? Yulia Little having erotic thoughts? It was practically sinful. She was tempted to cancel plans and spend the day trying to find a church to go to.

She gathered up all of her things that she could find. She had her purse, her keys, her earrings. As long as she had her attention focused on something else, anything other than him, she felt as though everything was going to be okay. However when he suddenly said that she was crazy to lower herself, she froze. Her face started heating up out of embarrassment but she didn't dare look over in his direction. She swallowed hard as she wondered what he was bound to say next. She wondered what reassuring things were sure to follow that. Her thoughts had all sorts of ideas. Anything from nothing to the impossible. She heard in her thoughts him say that he she shouldn't lower herself because he honestly liked her. She wanted nothing more than for him to tell her that he believed that she was far more beautiful than his girlfriend, that he felt complete when she was near him. she wanted to feel him hug her and longed for him to kiss her. She imagined all sorts of things happening at that point, and yet that's what it remained. Simply a thoughts; a part of her imagination.

“What happened to trying to outdo me?”

"Yeah," she lightly replied as she closed up her purse and slipped the strap over her arm. At that point she had to take a deep breath. It was the only thing to keep her from falling apart at that moment. She had to remain strong, that's who she was. She didn't need a boy to be happy. Love was simply a word, and who was to even say that she loved Roirdan? He was her friend just as much as Justin and Logan were. Her career and studies always came first, otherwise how else was she bound to make a name of herself? Everything that she did was by her own hard work, and she refused to use the assistance of anyone else. After she was successful in a solid career there would plenty of time to worry about finding someone to spend her life with. She wouldn't let anyone distract her from that...not even a tiny crush on her rival. Not even something as trivial as rejection. She glanced over at him, and forced herself to offer him a smile. It was tiny, but it was still a smile. "Then I guess we should be going then," she told him and slipped her shoes, before taking up the room cards that were on the night stand beside the bed.

The girl walked over to the door and glanced back over towards her rival after opening it. "Oh, don't worry...I'll be sure to outdo you one of these days, now won't I?" Yulia typically had too much pride to ever admit that Roirdan was ever ahead of her. But at this point, he probably was. But where he prevailed when it came to his relationship, Yulia was sure to find a way to surprass him. She just had to just figure out a way. But how? Unfortunately she didn't think that studies was enough. There had to be something else she could do...but what? The more she thought about this, the more she practically felt a headache wishing to develop. "Please make sure all of the lights are turned off," she said before moving out into the hallway. Well at least she didn't have to worry about seeing anyone she recognized at the hotel.

xoxoYulia Evelyn Littlexoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxox
xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxox•••{{The Over-Achiever}}•••

[xAscoldrainfalls]

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I can't help myself I'm xxxxaddictedxxxx to a life of material;
It's some kind of joke, I'm o b s e s s i v e l y
→ Opposed to the typical ←
All we care about is: Runway Models, C a d i l l a c s && Liquor Bottles

Her phone going off this much was usual for her. It kept her busy and she was getting stuff done. Multitasking if you will. She may have been a blond, but she wasn't one of those that couldn't think for herself and couldn't multitask. She was very much her own woman. She was able to do all the things that she needed too and quite well if anyone asked. She knew how to cook, clean, do her work, make plans and the whole sha-bang! She got the quality from her mother. She was very proud of it. When all her text messages were done, she was surprised that she hadn't had any replies just yet. It was safe to say that she figured that it was a sign for her to get herself out of that coffee shop and to the studio. Not to mention that she still hadn't gotten confirmation on whether or not Kaiser had been changed. She was pretty damn sure that he had seeing as his text message said that his manager would be no problem. As she was walking down the street, she was more so lost in her own thoughts of well, anything. Anything that popped up to her mind, it was like a stop and go kind of thing. It wasn't until the text message that Mercedes had sent her came to mind. Anything she had previously thought of was absolutely gone. She really wasn't bitter about what happened between her and Brad anymore, but yeah, she still thought he was stupid... she would... for forever.

Kaiser on the other hand... well she worried about that a little bit. Now she knew not to believe all the gossip she hears, but this one seemed like it could be half right. Brad was a whore (or so she believed) and Kaiser was very attractive... not to mention that her ex-boyfriend had probably slept with a good portion of New York City and would have had to moved onto men... at some point. Just the thought made her want to shudder. That was... just... not right... Sure enough though, She was in no position to say whether or not that was right or false gossip. She didn't know Kaiser well enough to determine that without asking him directly and well, she stopped talking to her ex a long time ago, so yeah, things change. The thought of Kaiser being into guys though... that just didn't seem right. Sure, he was gorgeous and he was a model and took care of himself, but that didn't mean that he liked the same gender that Melody liked... did it? She was just on a trail of thoughts about the matter as she walked up to the building that she and Kaiser would be doing their shoot. She was very faithful to this place and absolutely loved all it had to offer. She had made good friends (co-workers or whatever) with the people that ran the place. That was definitely a good thing. A model as big as her needed someplace that could always call her.

Upon arriving, she got her usual greeting from Leo, then he promptly started to explain to her the business of today. She payed attention to the shoots that he wanted for them and she was perfectly okay with them, she was pretty sure that her partner would be as well. The shot would be fairly simple, she'd be walking around in lingerie the whole time. Who wouldn't like that? What Kaiser had to wear, she didn't know, nor did she really care. She knew that he'd be able to pull off whatever it was. When things were done Leo said he had other business to attend to before the shoot and she nodded. It wasn't her time to go up yet or anything so she just made herself comfortable right where she was. She then remembered that she had a phone that had probably gone off on her trip to the studio. Yeah, she could actually let her phone go believe it or not. Sure it was practically glued to her hand, but that was besides the point. Business = her undivided attention. She shuffled through her purse that was bigger than absolutely necessary and then finally found it. She saw that there had been three texts in the matter of her walking from the coffee shop to the studio. She went to the messages and Kaiser and Mercede's texts she had expected, but the one from Alexia was definitely surprising.

Melody didn't understand what was up with the text messages in complete uppercase letters. It was confusing to her because it made it seem like something urgent was going on or something. She was eager to get to that text from Alexia, just because she was curious, but she was gonna take this one message at a time. Not to mention that hers was up next. After getting over the part about the all capital letters, Melody thought about the whole lunch situation. She didn't know what to do. She didn't really care to have Kaiser there while her and her best girlfriend was there making birthday plans. Sure, he might end up at the party somehow, but being there for the plans was unnecessary, not to mention that she was NOT skipping out on Cristal. Not to mention that she was here and Kaiser wasn't, that kind of aggravated her as well. She had half a mind to send a message back asking what the hell he was doing, but he said that he would be there shortly, so she just looked at the message and made a reply to Kaiser

Mkay, see you shortly.
xoMel

She sent the message and then got to the one that made her most curious out of the three that were in her inbox. She clicked on the message from Alexia and read it over. Mel didn't know whether or not to be creeped out or relieved. Not that she didn't want to talk to Alexia, The break up had been a while back, but she still had a little thing for her. Not that anything would spark from it or anything, she didn't really ever talk to the pink and blue haired female anyways. At least not on a regular basis like she used to. Melody was fully aware that she had been so sucked into her phone when she got her coffee, but she forgot that her one friend had worked in that place or something like that. She just remembered that her and Alexia always went to that coffee shop. She didn't really think of Alexia anymore. Sure, when she did, they weren't exactly bad thoughts like her thoughts about her other ex. Hitting 'reply' she worked on munstering up a reply back to the Party-Freak

Heyy, everythings been fine. howve
things been with you? Sorry about
that, ive been really busy so far
today. planning parties, working on
some last minute photo shoot
details, the usual. Next time just
come up and say hi silly, I won't bite
I promise :P
xoMel

She sent her text off. It wasn't as bad as she might have thought it would have been. She honestly didn't know what to expect when she got a text from Alexia. Well the fact that she saw Mel and didn't say anything, that kind of confused her. Why she didn't just go up to her and start a conversation, she didn't know. Yeah, Mel was the one that broke it off and all, but clearly Alex had no problems initiating a conversation seeing as she texted Melody first. After answering the text though, Melody just went about answering the other text message she received. When she read over the message, seeing Brad's name made her want to gag herself. She couldn't stand him. Clearly she should know more seeing as she worked with Kaiser, but the text message prior to this one was the first she had ever heard about the matter. When she mentioned the possibility about experimenting, Mel didn't think that was it at all. Not to mention she didn't exactly experiment with Alexia. Yes, Mel had caught onto the fact that Mercedes had spelled her name wrong, but she wasn't going to say anything about it. When she got to the very end of the text, she saw the invitation to the mall and as much as she wanted to go, she had stuff that she had to do, but if Kaiser ended up not showing up, number one, she'd be very pissed off; number two, she'd have to reschedule the shoot or get a different model and three she would take Mercedes up on the offer.

Not mad. Hes just stupid and no your
text message was the first ive heard
about the whole ordeal. Ive got a shoot
with him today, so ill ask him about it,
maybe he can clear it up then i can let
you know all the grimy or not grimy
details ;] No, Alexia and i dont do stuff
any more, we rarely ever talk, let alone
see one another. Can't go to the mall
right now chikky, sorry :/ its about time
for my shoot here. im meeting up with
cristal after the shoot though, if you
wanna tag along youre more than
welcome to :]
xoMel

Little did she know, Leo had come back downstairs and asked what she was doing. She simply responded with 'texting' and he rolled his eyes and rushed her to wardrobe. She knew what was going on, but she still hadn't heard from Kaiser and thats when Leo informed her that he in fact had shown up and was already pretty much ready to go. One, she didn't understand how she didn't know and two that just meant she had to rush her stuff. She waved Leo off and would let him talk later if he need to and then she went about changing into the lingerie that they had out for her. It was very strappy and revealing without actually showing anything. When she was done in hair and make-up (that she did herself) she refused the shoes and robe that they had for her for the simple fact that she was going to be taking them off pretty much as soon as they got there anyways. She went to the room that they would be in and she poked her head in, only to see all the necessary people there and then she walked in "Sorry, got sidetracked with a few text messages" Yes, it was a very girly thing to admit, but it was her only defense at this point in time. She didn't know if anyone told him the ideas of the shoot or not, but she was promptly. told to get into the Victorian styled bathtub that was placed more towards the center of the room. It was apparent they photographers wanted emphasis on the bathtub, but the purpose for that was that he more so wanted emphasis on what was in the bathtub as well.

[xAscoldrainfalls]

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The previous day while Trevor's friends were all at a party (he only knew of it because Sami told him about it), Trevor was getting ready for an agonizing eight and a half hour flight. Why was it agonizing? Well Trevor would be in a confined space for hour upon hour upon hour. That wasn't a fun thing for him. He liked being able to go and do something if he wanted. Here he had to pretty much stay in his seat unless he was going to the bathroom. Going to America, he had to be at the airport a few hours before his flight was even boarding, just so he could go through customs. Oh god how he hated flying. He hated all that went with it. At least he had his iPod, so that would make things a whole hell of a lot less painful. As he put his luggage through to customs, he had to go through the necessary precautions and all that jazz. Seeing as he was taking nothing but his phone and iPod onto the plane, he wouldn't need to go through THAT much. He wouldn't be able to use his phone on the plan anyways. It would have been nice if he was able to, but there was absolutely no reception, so yeah, he was kind of just left to his iPod. As soon as one of the employee's said that his plane was officially boarding, the raven haired psychic made his way to the plane. He didn't particularly go to America much and he didn't really care to, to be quite honest.

about eight and a half to nine hours go by...

Trevor woke up to a one oft he stewardesses, tapping him on the shoulder saying that he needed to turn his iPod off and he did so then put his seat belt back on. He didn't end up with a window seat, so he just kind of looked around at the people who all seemed to be either tired, bored out of their skulls or accompanying other people. So they were officially in America, in New York at that. Trevor knew it had to be about nine a.m. or so where he was. If he turned his phone it wouldn't have been the right time for the simple fact where he lives is about five hours ahead of where he was now. He may have come over to the states a few times before but he never was able to get used to such the drastic change of time. It took a little bit of time for the plane to land, but Trevor was able to stay relaxed through the whole thing. Upon landing, they had to wait for their pilot to give them the okay to leave. While he was talking and people were starting to get their stuff from the overhead carriage, Trevor worked on rolling his headphones around his iPod and then stuffing it in his pocket and turning on his phone. As it was starting up, he shoved it in his pocket and when they got the okay for them to unload from the plane, they went in a somewhat orderly fashion and when Trevor got off is whenever he was able to make it through the crowd of people.

What brought Trevor across the pond, well Sami had gotten a hold of him when she found out that Kevin had made the X-Games and asked him if he would have been able to be there. Now, Trevor knew that Kevin had liked his skateboarding, but he never thought in a million years that his best friend would have made the cut for something like that. Not saying that he thought his friend sucked or anything, but yeah, not many people make a career out of skateboarding. Sami really wanted him to go and Kevin was practically his brother, so he didn't hesitate when he said he'd go. He had known about this a good amount of time prior, so he was able to work the details out with work and Sami and all that good stuff. He worked in his parent's palm reading shop, so it was a little bit easier to get a couple of weeks off to go see Kevin. Not to mention that he was like their other son, so yeah, it was like cutting warm butter. Even though Sami had done what she did to Kevin, Trevor still was friends with her. Well, kind of. He wasn't really friends with her to begin with, but after what happened and he consoled his drunk, brit-american friend, he still didn't mind talking to her, especially when she had confided in him some things that she was thinking. No, they weren't bad things in the slightest, but still, she confided in him and everything was soon to hopefully play out for the better for the two.

Now, the whole psychic thing was not a joke. Trevor took this very seriously. No, he wasn't like some paranormal freak that was always on edge and tried to chase ghosts and all that crap, but Trevor did have an exceptionally strong sixth sense and he was very good with palm and tarot card readings. He didn't believe that it was all a big joke. He had believed in this kind of stuff for a long time. He was raised around this stuff. When he took it on from his parents, because he had been around it his whole life, he wasn't skeptical or anything. It's also been proven as the years go on, the premonitions that he gets are typically right. There had been a few occasions where he's been wrong, but then again he's always believed that the future is never set in stone, its written in sand and can always be changed, wiped away or manipulated. Now, all because he believed in the paranormal strongly, didn't mean that he didn't screw around with it. Oh man, Trevor absolutely loved messing with people when it came to telling them their future. Typically he only did that to people that annoyed the hell out of him or his friends. All in good fun. Nothing too bad... most of the time that is. Seeing as most people didn't know how to read palms or tarot cards, he would be able to pull it off like it was really what he saw, but at the same time if it was a friend he would tell them what he really saw or felt.

When he was off the plane and working on getting through customs, he pulled his phone out of his pocket and went ahead and IMed Sami saying that his plane landed and that he'd be ready to go in a half an hour or maybe a little longer. Why he IMed her, well due to him being in the UK, the phone number system wasn't the same, not to mention that it was going to rack up a phone bill just sending a text message, so why not just take the cheap method. He had AIM on his phone and so did she (that's how they got most of their stuff done). It took a little bit of time but when he got a message back from her saying that they were at the skate park he chuckled. Kevin was crazy to be at the skate part this early.... let alone be awake. He messaged her back and asked for the name of the skate park and he just decided that he would meet them there. He didn't know if Kevin knew or not that he was in the states, but it wouldn't take long at all for him to find out. When he got out of customs, he was relieved. He just had to get his bag, find a taxi and then get going. Getting the final IM from Sami, he got the name of the skate park and the street. It was a good thing that he exchanged his euro to dollar bills before he left the UK otherwise he would have more or less been screwed right now.

He waited as the bags went around the carousel, his arms crossed across his chest and hands tucked under his arms. He stood there waiting until he saw his black bag finally come around. When it came right in front of him, without hesitation, he picked it up and then checked the tag just to make sure that he got the right one. He didn't want some weird person's luggage. His had valuable stuff in it! With the name matching up to his, he took his bag and was off. It was a simple duffle bag so it wasn't that heavy and it didn't have any wheels or anything, nor did it drag on the floor. He got out of the airport and promptly waved down a taxi. He had done this before when he came to the states, so he knew what he was doing, not to mention that it was pretty much self-explanatory and the people did the same thing in the UK. When a taxi pulled up, Trevor was prompt about getting into the backseat, tossing his bag in first. He pulled the phone out of his pocket and pulled up the message that Sami had sent with the information to where she was "I need to go here" He said and showed him the place that he was trying to go. He did have a British accent, but his wasn't so bad to the point where they would need to give him subtitles if he was on a tv show. When the guy started driving off and Trevor leaned back in his seat and relaxed.

Jet lag was going to hit him like no other later. He was just going to want to sleep. Typically by now, he would have already been up and about doing whatever he did for the day, where as all these Americans were pretty much just getting their day started. Looking at the time on his phone, he noticed that the time changed to the time zone that he was currently in. He didn't know what time zone that was, all he knew is that it was about ten a.m. there. He laid his head back and just watched the buildings pass by, trying to fight off jet lag. He could really have gone for a drink right about now, or at least a tea. It seemed as though his fighting did him good because then the guy stopped. It wasn't the typical New York traffic stop, it was "here you are" stop. Which was great. He looked out the window and sure enough there was someone with a bunch of blue hair. He knew he found her. Trevor paid the fine for the taxi ride and then hopped out of the car, grabbing his bag. When the taxi drove off, Trevor looked at it and then looked back at the skate park. Taking his bag with him, he went into the skate park and sat down next to Sami. Sure, this would have been awkward if it wasn't Sami, but it was quite frank... she was the only one at the skate park with blue hair. He set his bag next to him and smiled at her "How long ha'e yeh been here" He asked her

He didn't know Sami nearly as well as Kevin did, but he knew her well enough to call her a friend. He chuckled at her answer of 'not long'. He looked to the skate park and sure enough, where Sami was looking when he got there, there was her man. Trevor laughed a little "ha'e yeh told him yet?" He asked and her facial expression was answer enough. He laughed and then looked back out to where Kevin was "Lets see how long it takes him to notice" He suggested and Sami seemed to like the idea for the fact that she agreed to it. While the two were sitting there, they went about making small talk. She asked about his flight in and all he had to say was "It sucked" Of course he wasn't one of those guys that just said that and didn't explain why "It jus' ragged on and on. There wasn't anyone to talk with" Hahah Trevor being silent for eight plus hours was a funny concept "I'm not gonna fib, I could use some alcohol or tea" he told her, just stating his thoughts out there



It'll run through the back of your head until you regain control again.
The sleep lost on these thoughts wasn't worth the time.
We're cast away until we regain control again.

[Frustrated Writer]

xI’ll take your pants,
xxxxxYou take my hair
xxLet us dance and choose the happy and depressed
xxxxxxHug me ‘til you drug me, honey, hug me
xxxxDrug me ‘til you love me, honey, hug me
xxxxxxxxxWait
xxxxxxxxxxxxW a i t
I swear I’ve seen that face somewhere
xxxIt’s very face I fell for in the human race



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Corey Mae got the text she was supposed to get as soon she pulled up to the correct game shop. She didn’t bother texting Patty back, she’d see her momentarily if she was there. She made her way inside where she noob-glanced at some games before seeing Patty and getting her attention. Corey didn’t think she’d scare the poor lady like that! Her jump made Corey jump. “Oh, I am sorry!” She said quickly, laughing a bit with Patty at themselves. She smiled when Patty drew her attention toward the video game Corey asked about. “Wahh! That looks creepy. She looks like the little girl on The Ring.” Corey saw herself making that statement like how she used to be before she got dumped by Chris and preggers by either Chris OR Kaiser. Patty asked her if she had anything planned for today. Honestly she wanted to say no that she didn’t. That she was pretty all day and could pal around with her and talk about. . . boys? Corey wasn’t sure what Patty liked to do, besides video games, and she didn’t know much about “video games”. Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea after all. Back to reality though, Corey had to answer Patty. “Hmm. I am free right now, but I think I got to meet up with. . . some old fart later today. Though, I’d much rather spend today goofing off with you.” Corey mentally kicked herself, that was an odd thing to say. They weren’t even that close as friends. Would Patty find that kind of creepy? Corey hoped not, instead she just moved on to answer that last question Patty asked her. “Haha, I think the better question is ‘do you scare easy’? Tapping you on the shoulder earlier made you jump . . . granted I did too, but we’ll leave that part out. Seriously, though, uhh. I try to stay away from scary movies? Does that count? Hmm.” Maybe it would have been easier to say yes, instead of tease Patty a bit.

Her pocket vibrated for a second and she pulled out the phone. “Ahhh. Sorry. Go ahead and look at some more games. My phone’s been going crazy. I’m pregnant, not dying. Haha.” Corey said making it seem like she had some people who cared about her health. Yeah, truth be told it was just Kaiser being a d**k, Chris. . . being awkward/caring and Basil being his sweet self. None (save Chris’s vague question.) really asked her how her health was (mental health, aside). Which, yeah made her feel a little unloved, but at least Basil cared a bit more than the other too. And truth be told she’d be very freaked out if Kaiser cared how her health was. But Chris? She just wanted him back around her. Wanted him to take care of her. Because that’s what boyfriends do when they find out their girlfriend is pregnant right? Or in her case, they high-tail it out of there. Though, pulling out her phone and looking at the text message Chris just sent her. She couldn’t help but smile. It didn’t matter that he left. . . he was shocked. She just dropped a bomb like that on him. And yeah, he broke up with her, but. . . she’d figure out how to get back with him. Though. . . if he really didn’t want to get back with her. . . then she’d let him go. “If you love something set it free”, right? Damn, that ******** sucks. But! He did say he wanted to see her! This could either be really really good, or really really bad. She wished it was a good thing. A really good thing. Like “Corey, I love you. Let’s get married” kind of thing. . . though, that was just Corey’s overactive imagination thing going on. The last thing she noticed was that ‘love’ was at the end of his message. Was it wrong that that little word gave her hope? She sighed to herself and replied to his message.

Aw. Well I hope everything
Turns out better for you now.
If…if there is anything I can do
to help, just let me know. Uh,
I promised Patty I would spend
some time with her today. Would
later today work?
<3333333333333333Core-Core

This time she didn’t read it seven times before sending it. Just two. As much as Corey wanted to see Chris. . . She really had asked Patty to spend some time with her. She didn’t want to be rude and be like, “Well, not that I’ve got something better to do, Ima go. SEE YOU LATER” and just run off. No. That wasn’t like Corey. Corey was nice. Plus, she really honestly did like Patty’s company. She didn’t pry into places that weren’t her business, yet if her opinion was needed, she knew how to give it in a way that didn’t make it sound like she was telling you want you should do. Patty as a unique person, and Corey liked that. Corey followed Patty around the store while she looked at a few more games with idle chit-chat. It was never too hard to talk to her. Not long after she send Chris that text and some dialogue between the girls Core got another text, this time it was from her long lost enemy Kaiser. “Argh, is there anything more annoying than a text in all capitals! I ******** swear.” Corey mumbled to herself, making sure Patty was preoccupied with a video game. Seriously, Corey wasn’t sure what was more annoying a regular text from Kaiser or one in all capitals from Kaiser, it was a tough call. The capitals made it seem like he was yelling at her and he had no reason to yell at her. So what, Corey broke up with you to go to Chris. Big ******** deal, grow some balls and get over it. Corey wanted to text that to him, actually typed it out and everything. But she hit backspace instead and typed this.



Well if you are busy when I am not busy
then we’ll just have to get together another
time. You know I want a truce, Kaiser. There
is nothing I want more. Trust me.
Core-Core

Corey didn’t even bother to answer about that lonely comment. That was none of his damn business. Of Course Corey was lonely. She had never been this lonely in her whole life. She has never lived alone her whole entire life. Now she was going home to an empty house. It was horrible to come home to. . . nothing. If she didn’t have someone with her, waiting on her, or even someone she could make smile when she came home she felt pretty worthless as a person. But, right now, maybe it was the fact that she felt like she didn’t deserve any pity because of lying to Chris, she didn’t want anyone to know that she felt this way. The one time in her life when it was okay to be a tad clingy or something equally as annoying, she didn’t want anyone to know. Corey shook her head at herself, her predicament and her phone before shoving it in her pocket again and back to following Patty around the store. It was nice to pretend to mentally be clingy while out with a friend. She could pretend there was nothing wrong with her. Nothing wrong with anything, but that wasn’t real. Corey’s pocket vibrated again and she took her phone out yet again. It was Sami, who automatically got a huge grin from Corey. There was no better person in the world than Sami. Who took time out of her busy day that one night, to spend with Corey and make sure she was okay. She even brushed off Kevin that night. There were no words that could express Corey’s gratitude toward the blue haired-female. Instead she typed out a message.

Samiii! <33 I slept as good as anyone could
expect. Aww, it’s okay. I am sorry to make you
do that last night. >< And I’m hanging in there.
I’m going to spend some time with Patty, today
actually, so I am doing better. You have fun with Kevin
tell him I said “Hiii! <33” include my hearts, babe.
<33333333333333Core-Core

It didn’t take a genius to figure out Sami HAD to be with Kevin, and if she wasn’t she’d meet up with him at some point. It was nice to hear from Sami. And it wasn’t long after she sent that, Corey didn’t even have time to put the phone back in her pocket, that Basil texted her back. She still didn’t get any information about the ‘game’ he had talked about, but she figured it if was important he’d remember and tell her later. Right now he was most likely sidetracked with something equally as important, like a hot boyfriend to snuggle with. . . NO Corey, let’s not get on a Chris tangent again. Basil’s words did make Corey smile a bit, he was such a sweety. She was glad he considered he one of his friends. She typed back quickly, so she could give Patty some more of her attention since she was supposed to be hanging with her, not texting ten thousand people in the game store.


No problem, hun. :] Anytime. I am seriously
doing better, I promise. If I really need you to
come by and bug me, I’ll call you. ;] You couldn’t
get rid of me if you tried. But Aw, that was cute.
You should use that in something. >.>
<333333333333333Core-Core

Corey sent the message feeling a bit awkward. She was lying to Basil, and to Sami, that she was doing better when honestly all she genuinely wanted to do was go home and hide under the covers till the baby was due. But what could she do? Sami already helped her out way too much, She needed her Kevin time. And who was Corey to take that away from her. Basil? No, he had a boyfriend to be with. Who was Corey to take up his Mana time? No, she’d let her friends be happy even if she couldn’t be. Corey looked at her phone for a second longer before shoving it back in her pocket. She didn’t care if she got a text again. Now it was time for her new found friend Patty! Sadly though, when Corey looked up, she had lost sight of Patty. It didn’ take long, one glance around the store and she found Patty again. Corey walked up to her with a nervous laugh. “I am so sorry about that, Patty. I did all the phone texting I’m going to do, honestly. What awesometastic games did we end up with?” Corey tried to act excited. She really didn’t want to seem like some big loser to Patty. And even though she knew little of what Patty liked, or thought was cool, Corey wanted to be her friend, not just an acquaintance. When Patty finished showing the game(s) and went to go buy them. Corey waited with a smile. Honestly, Corey was excited to see what Patty’s place looked like. She figured it would look very clean. Light colors, maybe lots of white walls. She wasn’t sure. But seeing how other people decorated their homes was exciting to Corey.

“Now we get to go and play them! I’m excited to see what this F.E.A.R looks like.” Corey meant the words, they just, for some unknown reason, sounded forced. “Oh, I drove here. So no bus for us! Oh, yeah, if you ever need a ride anywhere, feel free to call me.” She was sure Patty knew this. It wasn't a secret that Corey owned a car. It was the same car that she had in high school. It amazingly drove pretty well, even though her older brother had it before her. It hadn’t caused her any major trouble besides the AC going out at random times. Corey smiled as they walked out of the game shop and towards where Corey parked. Corey got into the car and reached over and unlocked Patty’s side. Once they were inside and buckled in, Corey asked where her home was located and started off in that direction. Things did seem to be looking up for our multi-colored haired Corey Mae.



The Scene

[Faffleopoly]

The Comedian

Murdock Baird Doyle

I am a 'special' bard

Laughter is my instrument

The X-Games a rad a** ******** board fest full of people dancing on wheels and doing all kinds of crazy shi-stuff. This was going to be hard a godda-arn comedian announcing in an adult sport, and being unable fuc-dging cuss. Crap. Not to mention that he didn't know the first thing about skate boarding beyond an alle and a kickflip. Actually he had decided to do a little research of his own. He was going to go from skate park to skate park and ask skaters about what they do, what tricks they like best, what the hell those tricks look like, the difficulty level and so forth and so on. He'd watched videos until about three last night, and all he could think of was that Tony Hawk had ******** magnets in his shoes and that board was metal, the only explanation he could give for it all. He wouldn't be able to do all that... well, he never tried, but he was sure he wouldn't be able to even if he did. Probably why he stuck to roller blading those never left your feet unless you took them off or you didn't strap them right. He was pretty darn good at roller blading too, but he wasn't about to enter some competition for it. He could skate with the best of them, but he loved laughter more than applause. Though he should probably bring them so he has a better excuse for being at a skate park, even if he wasn't a boarder... Hell, he might even run into Cole Brooks or Kevin Richardson an get some insider info, not that he cared too much about 'info' so much as the fac he felt bad announcing the lives of guys he didn't know, plus they might be cool enough to let him make a fool of himself on their boards or something, and he was sure they had some pretty good skating terms and know how and could probably show him. Course he had no clue where they were practicing their boarding, but he wasn't going to hit just one park today... He just hoped he caught them in the act of practicing. It would be bomb, stories for later laughs, and possibly making new friends. Course whether they were going to be cool about it or not was really up to them, but it would be awesome just to see them in action up close without that damned glass between them and having to talk every thirty seconds. hmmm, maybe he should get them to sign his roller blades, or just buy a board he'd never use and have them sign that?

Needless to say he went to bed late the night before confused and slightly fazzled, but making this choice and keeping it in mind for the morning, He got up early, about 7:30am or so, and took a long hot shower just because he could, and ordered room service to bring him a breakfast of high quality--two over easy eggs, two pieces of toast, four pieces of bacon and sausage, and a plate of biscuits and gravy, forget that pansy omelet du flemauge s**t, whatever the hell that mean. It meant cheese omelet, but he didn't know that, nor did he really care, he could speak English and street Spanish, but french? No, way Jose. His stomach gave a loud protest as he dried off. I'm hurryin' I'm HURRYIN' sheesh. I swear Delilah's moved with me..." He poked his stomach looking at it. The problem for this comedian is he didn't always have an audience, but he found himself doing stupid crap anyway... One of the reason's for the blog. At home he had security cameras all over the place, not specifically to catch criminals, but to catch himself doing something stupid, which always happened and was only on purpose 25% of the time, but no one needed to know THAT much. He heard some noise in the other room and wrapped the towel around his waist. His hair was already dry, yeah, what hair? He had fuzzies, and people dug the fuzzies, they were always all up on him rubbin' his head and stuff. The guy doing room service was hot, despite the fact he nearly shat himself at the sight of the famous Murdock Doyle coming out of the bathroom in nothing but a towel around his waist, and his nice abs and pecks in full view. Yeah, he wasn't one to brag, but he had a fine body, not the buff steroid or weight lifting body, but it wasn't scrawny in the least, though not buff either. Toned is what they called it. Doc wasn't a hairy guy, but he wasn't as slick as a babe either, he had a light smattering of chest hair that there, but not THERE, and a pretty damned sexy happy trail starting just below his belly button and leading down beneath the towel which was hung rather LOW on his hips. Doc just grinned at the other amused, and slightly flirtacious, couldn't help it, the bell hop was hot. Young, about 18-21 maybe, nice frock of red hair, cute little smattering of freckled on his nose, slight of build, kinda lanky, but not pudgy, or whimpy either. Those teal eyes were a knock out in any rink... Now, was he gay, or not? Judging by the blush he was either bi, in the closet, or out of it. ooo Three options, all of which looked nice to him. "Hey, they remembered the OJ right?"

The kid was not expecting the inquiry to the food, he was off balance, his face surprised, those eyes going wide for a second before he nodded that head like bobble speechless. Doc sauntered over, graceful, dangerous, at easy, male magnetism oozing for every pore, the kid would either bit, or he wouldn't. The bell hop looked down seemingly shy, embarrassed. What would he look like smiling? Doc stopped by the cart hands on hips head cocked to the side. "How much?" "h-huh?" Again the kid was off guard. "Your tip." Doc's stomach threatened to growl at him again, but he ignored it this was too much fun. "uhhh... I-I don't need one..." Doc raised his brow then his face broke into a smile and he started laughing. he even doubled over. "W-what?" The tracings of a first smile was coming to that freckled face. "Ah, man, who ever heard of a bell hop paid enough money to not need a tip in this economy." There was an answering, slightly nervous, but soon full and happy laugh as the bell hop loosened up a little and began laughing at his own ridiculousness. Doc pulled a bill from behind the mirror where he left tip money just in case, and placed the 10 dollar bill on the food cart right next to the breakfast plate, he had an easy smile on his face and laughter in his eyes. "Man! You should have seen your face when I walked out. Like you'd seen Lucifer himself and liked it." He chuckled and led the bell boy who was now no longer stiff, or even that flighty, to the table where he wanted the food. "Just put it there, I'm going to go get some clothes on." He walked toward the bedroom taking off the towel as he went, he watched in the mirror to see the red head's reaction. Heh, yup, he wanted to see more. Doc's eyes met those teal ones in the mirror and he smiled and made a 'tsking' sound waging his finger like bad boy, teasing, ad definitely flirting. The answering surprise and blush made Murdock very pleased. He was feeling really good as he shut the bedroom door behind him. He was not as bad as Shaant when it came to sex, but he was pretty darned active, and if there was a cute boy nearby willing enough to spend a night or two underneath him, especially guys with big pretty eyes, and nice lookin' hair, who were smaller than him,and slighter than him. His type usually consisted of raven haired beauties, or innocent-looking brunettes, but he could deal with red hair. Especially with a bod like that to go with it. He despised blonds... unless they had short hair. All his sisters were blond, his mother was blond, his father... was brunette but that never seemed to stop the production of blonds, except for him, Delilah, Dorothy, and Hannah, all his siblings were blond.

When Doc came out in loose-fit distressed designer jeans held up by a studded belt, a pair of expensive skater shoes on his feet, and a Lynard Skynard T-shirt, not skin tight, but not loose, the bell hop was gone, but there was a cell phone number by his food that said to call if he needed anything. anything at all? I think I'll take you up on that... Seamus. Funny how he tended to attract other people of Irish decent, he wasn't sure if it was a curse or a blessing really, he had no opinion on it what-so-ever, as of yet. He put the number in his phone and sat down to eat. While he was eating he stared at his phone as if it would come alive and suddenly start trying to devour his food, in truth he was wondering if he should contact old friends or not. He wiped his face and stood up grabbing the phone and going over to grab his jacket, seeing as it looked a little dreary outside the windows of his suite. He wasn't in the pent house, but he was in one of the finer rooms of the building. He slung his roller blades over on shoulder and mad sure the key cars for his room was in his back pocket and his wallet was in his jacket pocket before he left the hotel room flipping open his phone to look over past texts, there was one new one... okay, fifty new ones from his damned manager who doesn't get the fact that he was SLEEPING at 3-7am. What an a**, he could at least hold his britches for an hour or two instead of asking if he'd watched the damned skating videos every ten second, honestly. He deleted the messages and texted back that he had not stayed up until three in the morning watching Tony Hawk and other skaters, but was dicking around with the red headed bell hop. Let his manager be pissed. It was fine with him, he'd done his job, and he had never slacked off, so this pestering was more of an insult to him that anything else the guy could do, just let him steam in his own assumptions until the truth came out, then he'd feel like a total a*****e and revenge would be complete. He thought for a second as he waited for the elevator, then began another text, this one to Shaant. He didn't know where the guy was at this moment, or what the hell he would be doing at 8:30 in the morning, but he'd get the text eventually.

Dude, Shaanty-boy,
I found a ******** hot a** red head
In my hotel, you know...
that one they booked for me during the X-Games...
What was it called? Anyway, he is SO gay
Or bi. So, What cha doin' this bright
BEAUTIFUL morning?

Beeeend and smack! -Doc

He had a nickname for everyone, and sometimes it changed along with his moods. Depending on the day he'd call the rock star Shaanty-Boy, or Lascuvious, which sounded similar to lascivious, which was all about sexual desires. Didn't matter if the name had something to do with you, he found you a name. He called his manager's wife Jenny, but her name was Catrina, and she had nothing to do with a Jenny anywhere. Another thing, he'd give them a name, an then shorten that name, so Lascuvious (Lass-oo-vi-us) would become like Lass, Lassy-boy, and such. He had a nickname for Clarissa, he called her Mary, which pretty much meant sea of despair, but she didn't know that's why he called her that, his explanation was always 'You look like a Mary', 'You're practically a virgin', or 'You're so Merry!' Course he called her Lissy-girl and all other sorts of things, he called her Claire once or twice. His nickname thing was mandatory, he liked you, and got to know you, and the highest honor he could give you was a good fitting nickname. His manager was unfortunate enough to get a bad nickname, 'a**'. He was more than a mule but less than a horse. Or so he saw it, the term 'braying a**' mean anything? He sent the text message just before the lobby bells dinged and he walked outside. The red headed bell hop from before noticed him and rushed off to get the Vale to get his car. So by the time he was outside he was able to take his keys from the nice African American boy. Judging by the response to the wink he gave the other male the guy was not gay, or bi, either that or he had a nice solid lock on his closet. He smiled and tossed the kid a five dollar bill, shouldn't call him kid, though, he was about 20-25 years, and Doc was only 25. Heh, getting old before his time. Sad, sad world. He sat in the car for a second keys in the lock and texted another message, for the hell of it, to Clarissa:

Hey, Mary-baby!
How's it hanging? Anyone piss you off today?
I'll beat their rotten asses for you.
If you know what I mean wink
But really, are you going to watch the X-Games?
I'll be sure to announce your pretty little name over
the loud speakers for ya, and yes.
I'll use your REAL name.

Beeeend and smack! -Doc

With that done he tossed his hone on the passenger's seat and put his blades on the passenger's seat floor before driving off. Little did he know he was driving to the same Skate park where Kevin was tearin' it up with his girlfriend watching, and later his foreign British friend would watch. All he knew was that he was headed to that park first because it had a good rep, and he wanted to catch someone who could actually skate, and only the serious people came out early. When he got to the park The Psychic was there, but The Comedian did not know who he was, but the chick with the blue hair tugged at his memory. He found a good parking spot in a virtually empty lot and got out of his Viper. He liked cool cars, what could he say? It looked cool, and was a POS. All cars these days were like that, unless you got one that looked like a POS and ran like one. He got out of the car and turned to reach in. He pocketed his phone. He left the roller blades there. He didn't want to get his a** kicked around for having roller blades at an all skate board skate park, though he had no way of knowing that that was what this was or not. Putting on his sun glasses and beanie he went inside the park and looked around, pretty nice in here. He caught the sight of a skilled boarder doing the basics, which were still damned impressive. He recognized the guy after sitting in the doorway for a bit, Kevin Richardson. Doc had to smile, he had the lick of the Irish alright, a devilish luck if he ever did see it, but he'd be wary. He approached the two on the bench and stood off a little to the side acting casual and watching Kevin. He slipped the glasses off his face and clipped them on his pocket before speaking up. He had a very faint Irish accent only detectable if one was listening closely for it, blame his father. "So, can you tell me about this skate park, is it boarders only, or can bladers tear it up here too?" He glanced at them out of the corner of his eye and one side of his lips curled upward to show his usual happy amused smile before he turned to look at them full on. "Forgive me, I'm rather new to the area, so I have no idea about what goes where. I guess I should introduce myself first." He walked closer and held his hand out to which ever of them wished to take it first. "The Name's Murdock Doyle, pleasure to meet cha." He had a real easy going and friendly air about him, which was truly him. He didn't ask them if they'd heard of him, people either knew him or didn't and he hated running into people who didn't know him and have them feeling sorry they didn't recognize him, while others would go 'OH MY GOD! You're that Comedian guy!' Which was more gratifying that what they would say had he asked them if they knew of him.

Come, let's make music together.

[Faffleopoly]

Mana Eilam Wynden
The Bandgeek

Don't resent me, and when you're feeling...
empty Keep me in your memory.

Mana's pocket had buzzed as he leaned against the wall of the restaurant, but he hadn't looked at it because he knew who it was from.. and it probably had something in it to try and make him feel better about not picking his lover up and giving him a ride. In the end it would not succeed in doing that, so he didn't bother to look at it. He just hoped Basil hadn't frozen along the way. The teen shivered in a gust of wind that found it's way under the awning of the diner's front. It was cold, and he hadn't been walking, of course, h wasn't dwelling on how cold and miserable it was for himself, but the way it must have been for Basil. He could picture those silky brown locks soaked and matted despite a beanie and cruses with frost, that smooth skin pale and flecked with ice, and those eyes surrounded in ice crystals. He had to shake himself it was cold, but it wasn't THAT cold. Geeze. He kept his eye out and sure enough there was Basil with his umbrella that stood out like a sore thumb, and he stood up and walked to the edge of the overhang and waved at him smiling. It didn't cross his mind that Basil might feel bad about him having to wait. Basil wasn't exactly the man of their relationship... nor was he the woman, they tended to switch off sometimes... They really hadn't done it much for anyone to have a given place, though he never really counted how much or how often Basil was on top, each rare, yet amazing occurrence had left a mark on his mind, but they blurred together... He never stopped to wonder about that. He was just content that he had Basil with him. He was lucky, he was happy, and for him the spark was as bright as it ever had been for him. He was completely and utterly head over heels for his high school crush, and in his over inflated infatuation he did not even think that Basil might be contemplating leaving him for any given period of time to see if this was true love or not. If Basil never said a thing, Mana would remain oblivious. Point being, he didn't think that one of them should be the male or female, or something, it was just the way it was... His own thoughts confused him more often than not. As it was the bandgeek's face lit up and his smile was bright and happy as he saw the writer for the first time in what felt like forever. Those gorgeous brown eyes were the same as he remembered, and he was happy to not that there wasn't any ice stuck in the lashes.

Mana's mind went elsewhere as that pink tong whipped over those kissable lips, probably to warm them, but Mana couldn't help himself as his mind went to... other moments he's seen him lock those lips... The umbrella was moved to the side and he find his warm body wrapped him Basil's warm arms and he smiled as he hugged him back. God, he'd missed him so much. He almost didn't let go when Basil's arms slackened signaling the end of the hug, bug being the only one in the hug would be awkward... so he let the other go, immediately ad the cold air filled the empty space where his boyfriend had been. He tried not to let the disappointment show on his face. "Huh?" He was again drawn out of his thoughts by Basil's question and blushed slightly scratching his head briefly. "Uh, no, I just got here, like two minutes ago. I didn't wait long... You're freezing...Let's go inside." His eyes flickered over Basil worriedly and he bit his bottom lip feeling guilty. Of course, even as he mentioned going inside Basil was already headed toward the door, and shutting his umbrella seeking the blessed warmth of the building... probably. Mana followed in after him and let the other choose their seat. Mana wasn't very picky about where he sat so long as the table wasn't gross and he could be with Basil... It was fine. He twitched the corners of his lips in a small half smile at a waitress who had stopped to let him pass her. He nodded his head apologetically and took a seat self-consciously in the seat across from Basil. The booth seats were nice. They were cushioned and comfy. His eyes went to that sheepishly smiling face, eh was so cute... and sexy... in a gentle way. It always made Mana's heart pump faster even as it melted in his chest. Mana's lips parted slightly and he forced himself to look into Basil's eyes instead of thinking such crazy thoughts as kissing those smiling lips... He shook his head in dismissal of the apology that flowed forth in that musical voice... Or at least Mana thought it was musical. "Don't apologize." He smiled slowly, genuine, if not common. "I'm just happy you found time to see me. How is your job going? I ope your boss is being nice to you." He was trying to make small talk as he picked up his menu and glanced at it... He wasn't all that hungry for some reason... Maybe it was nerves about later? If so it was more about getting tackled by a 'stray' player again, and not because he might ef up a song. He was confident in this playing. There would be no mistakes made by him, he had practiced far too damned hard for that. Besides, Basil would be there... He had almost always come to these games... but it still make him feel all giddy and happy inside every time he thought of it. His boyfriend was always there for him.

He glanced up as the conversation went back to how long they had been apart and he rushed to reassure Basil that it was fine. "Y-yeah, but you were busy... and I had band practice, college life is... filled with conflicting schedules... Crap, he was't sounding very eloquent, not that he had ever been, but there were more words for busy, he just couldn't think of them right then. He took a deep breath and tried to calm his self critical thoughts, but he couldn't help but feel that this was too good to be true and that he didn't deserve someone as awesome as Basil. Basil was always looking out for him, and trying to make sure he was happy, never asking for anything in return... What about the brunette? What did he feel...? Basil never really said anything about how he felt... Really. Maybe Mana should take the next step and say the 'L' word first...? Seeing as neither had really said it anywhere... Maybe in written words and texts... Possibly in the aftermath of pleasure... but Mana couldn't remember that, to he should just out and say it... Or not... ugh... it scared him... saying that. How would basil take it...? He was his boyfriend, so it should be fine... but he was still a little embarrassed about it. The last person he's said the 'L' word to had dumped him right after taking his virginity... So, he was reluctant to open his heart like that again, but Basil was different.. Basil... was Basil. He smiled again, "Yeah, I'm looking forward to playing for you.. and the crowd... Though truth be told I don't think they'll be listening..." A sad, but true fact... his thoughts took a wistful turn..."And maybe after the game is over I could say over in your room... or you could stay in mine, and I could drive you wherever you have to go in the morning if you have to be somewhere... and my roommate will be out at his girlfriend's tonight..." Mana had a light, but cute blush on his cheeks, and his eyes had moved to the table top during the middle of that a slightly wistful tone to his voice, his face showing his inner thoughts. He really wanted Basil to agree...

He looked up a tad surprised at the waitress stood there and he finally noticed her, his cheeks got a little redder, had she heard that intimate question...? His eyes displayed again like a book, what he was thinking. It wasn't his fault he was easy to read, the waitress didn't notice his slightly embarrassed... she hadn't heard... The relief was plain on his face as he gave her a little smile, more smiling at his own idiocy than anything. "Drinks?" She finally looked up at him inquiringly. "Uh-uhm, I'll have a raspberry ice tea please..." He had looked away toward the menu out of habit at that, even though he usually ordered the same drink every time. She scribbled on her note pad and looked over at Basil and waited for him. Once Basil had ordered she looked at both of them, "Are you ready to order your food?" Mana wasn't ready, so he shook his head slowly and looked up at Basil was ready, he would make a quick decision of Basil wanted to order right then, even though Basil hadn't had long enough to look over the menu.

Leave out all the rest

[rAinbow-FRO]

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christopher ℓ σ и ∂ σ и henderiks
mister • smoker
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• oh, kiss me, l i c k your c i g a r e t t e, then k i s s me •

Chris had to admit, he felt pretty bad just leaving Cristal there, looking like a lost puppy. The same thing happened last night, but that was when Serena had to leave them alone, and they ended up going home together and well, you know the rest. He really did like Cristal, but Serena was just already tugging him away, and it'd be rude if he just stood around, being ignorant to Serena. He sort of ditched her the night before, so he had to make up for it in some way. He thought this would equal it out. He knew he was going to get an earful from Cristal although. He didn't want to think about it too much though, as he knew it wasn't going to be pleasant. Chris was already in a horrible mood from Demetrius, and some girl troubles wasn't going to help him. He just didn't want to worry anymore. He wanted the high school days back, where all he did was get high. It worked back then, why couldn't it work now? Just smoke all the problems away. Now that sounded nice to him. Corey would even give him presents that contained of weed. He couldn't have asked for a better girlfriend. Well, until he knocked her up. He guessed that's where he was the one that screwed up. It was his baby, right? Chris shook his head to himself. Now that was just crazy thinking. Of course it was his, whose else? He decided to stop thinking about it, since he was quite positive it was his. Ridiculous to think that it was someone else's.

Sighing quietly, Chris looked around the store, wondering what pack of cigarettes he should get. He nodded to what Serena suggested about their friends, that if they really wanted to hang out with them, they could come out and find them if they wanted to. Though secretly Chris didn't want them to. At least not Oliver. He sensed that it'd be awkward between Chris, Serena, and him. Oliver was still his friend and everything, but a lot has changed from high school. For example, they barely even talked anymore. It wasn't anything like back in high school. He nodded to her next question. "Yeah, but I'll pay for them," Chris told the worker to get another pack, and payed for both their packs. He usually did this for Serena, just because he had the money, and because to even out the times he had asked her for a smoke. Plus he was just a good friend like that. They always had each others backs when it came to keeping their supplies full. As he was reaching for his wallet to pay, his phone buzzed a couple of times, signaling he had quite a number of new texts. He read through Cristal's texts, and sighed involuntarily, although he immediately ignored Kaiser's text. He knew she was going to feel hurt. She took it too much to the heart. They weren't even dating for Pete's sake. He hated that. He did not want to be tied down, again. He wanted to see who was out there, but at the same time, still do the things he normally did. Was it so much to ask for? He shrugged to himself, deciding that it was time he said something back to his 'princess'. Or... not his?

Cris... Of course I meant what I said. I was with everyone,
but I bumped into Serena and well, we were just going to get some smokes.
I didn't even know you wanted a kiss. I just, I don't know.
Are we still up for tonight? »»love,Chris.

He didn't like explaining himself to Cristal. It just already seemed too much like they were in a relationship, dating kind of thing. Hearing Serena speak again, he froze momentarily while putting away his phone. So it wasn't a dream. Either she seemed to have the same dream, or something really happened yesterday. He gave the worker some bills, got the two packs, handed one of them to Serena, and headed out of the store. With his back turned to Serena, Chris opened the back with shaky fingers. It was getting out of hand, and it infuriated him how reliant he was on the cigarettes. Well, reliant on them to calm him down. He finally got one out, and managed to light it. He then turned back to Serena, inhaling the fumes quickly. He couldn't even remember when he last had a smoke. Was it yesterday, at the party? That seemed too long, too long to go without a cigarette. Finally his nerves calmed down, and he decided to answer her question, since he had forgotten to reply. "I was going to ask you the same thing," Chris said questioningly, wondering whether or not he should bring up what he remembered.

"I think I remember the important things that went on..." Chris couldn't help but break out a smile, remembering the kiss. Was that a dream? No, it couldn't be. He wasn't that drunk to think up of things, or have a too wild imagination to dream like that. Although his daydreams... Well, he wasn't going to get into that. Bottom line was, he never expected anything like that to come from Serena. Chris had always thought that she only viewed him as a best friend. Which he was grateful for at least that, but if she even liked him a little bit more, there was a chance for something great to become of it. But he wasn't going to get too ahead of himself, what if she was just drunk herself, and thought she was Oliver? Who knew. Things like that happen and he didn't want to be wrong about her. Serena was someone he took seriously. He'd never hurt her feelings intentionally. She was truly his best friend, and he wanted to see if there could be anything more.

"Maybe it'd be better if we talked about this at your apartment? 'Cause I'm not one hundred percent sure what happened," Chris asked, then puffed on his cigarette. It was chilly outside anyways, and being inside would warm him up quite nicely. Or another body... He really needed to stop thinking that way around Serena. Or around any girl really. He felt his phone buzzing, and checked it quickly, not wanting to make Serena feel ignored. Seeing that it was from Corey, he wrote out a quick reply.

Yeah of course. At least, I think so... I'm so disorganized with plans, but um, yeah. Hopefully sometime later (: »»love,Chris.

Chris couldn't believe what Corey had texted him. 'If there is anything I could do to help...' She had no idea. Get rid of the baby? Hell no. He wasn't one for abortion. There really wasn't much else Corey could do for him. Maybe accept the money for their baby? It was hard for him to think that he was going to have a baby. Him, having a little miniature version of himself running around. Chris Henderiks, the smoker. Having a kid. It just didn't click. He couldn't see it ever happening, although it was. No matter how much he wished it to go away. Brushing it away, he returned his attention back to Serena. "So what do you think? Let's go?" Chris wrapped one arm casually around her shoulder, his other hand still containing his cigarette as he began to lead the opposite way of the coffee shop, opposite way of Cristal. Opposite way of all the drama that was just begging to explode.

• don’t you wanna f e e l my b o n e s on your b o n e s? it's only n a t u r a l •

[Demophon]

Kadence Lily Michaels
xx xx xxthe songbirid

♩♪♫♬ - - - ► PLAY
i got a pocket got a pocketful of sunshinexx xx xx
xx xx xxi got a love and i know that it's all mine
oh oh oh oh


-❁-


A dramatic sigh came from Kadence’s lips; this was not cheering her up at all. Her fingers fiddled with tied up strings of her apron. As much as she thought it made her look ridiculous, it stopped her clothes from getting dirty when she was cleaning. Plus, the pockets at the front were good for holding chemicals and cloths. The apron was hung over the bench in her kitchen before she made her way back into her music rooming. It was seconds later that the music cut out, now the only sound of the dishwasher droning and the recognizable noise of Caydie contemplating. This whole situation was really getting to her. All her life she had considered herself a certain type of girl. Morally upright, always logical, reasonable and just one of those girls that never did bad stuff. Before with Brad, she could reason it out but now it was breaking past the point of reasonable. The dark haired girl soon got up from her spot. “I think I need milk” Kadence murmured, it was an excuse really. To get out of the house, away from the thinking. Caydie ducked into her room, tugging a coat out of her wardrobe. There was a struggle to get some tights on to keep her legs warm before she pulled on a pair of knee high boots. Her dark hair was roughly tied to the right side of her head as she made her way through her apartment to the front door. She stopped off in the music room to check and collect her phone. No replies yet so she continued on to the front door.

“I’ll get milk, come home, get ready for recording” Caydie told herself as she stood in front of the mirror by the door, a scarf was hung over it and she retrieved it, before wrapping it around her neck. Wesley had asked her to always look amazing when she left the apartment, apparently bad photo’s in tabloids was not yet the press she wanted. That was for older stars, people who were already up there. As a young starter, she had to look beautiful, so the boys would like her and so the girls would want to be her. It really was confusing to Caydie, who just wanted to be herself. Really, all this press, and trying to get in other peoples heads was hard to get, and Kadence wasn’t what she considered an idiot. Her keys were collected from the bowl on the small cupboard and within minutes she was making her way to the elevator. Kadence tucked her keys into her jacket pocket as she reached the elevator door and clicked the down arrow. It was strange, in her old building, their elevator was broken and when it wasn’t, it was just dangerous. All these new shiny things were nice, Caydie wasn’t one to complain about what she had but sometimes she felt like it was all a little too much for a girl like her. Hell, she was happy with her bedroom sized apartment with the noisy neighbours.

As the elevator beeped down each level, Caydie found her phone and absentmindedly checked the time. Finally the elevator doors opened to the lobby, as the dark haired girl stepped out and made her way across the lobby. She thanked the man who held the door open for her as she exited, it was a nice gesture and Kadence always liked the whole chivalry act. Maybe that made her a silly girl, but it was nice when a guy opened doors and laid their jackets over puddles. Her thoughts were cut short when her phone buzzed in her hand and she found a text from Roir. The girl opened it up, just to relieve that annoying need to know what he had said. If he knew, if he was some how psychic. As she read the text, her mind found this ability to turn every line into, ‘I know what you did, its over’. The girl was maybe a little paranoid at that point. Secrets were always found out eventually. Caydie wasn’t that silly to think this was going to be swept under the rug and never found, she just hoped she wouldn’t have to be the one to say it, or be around when it was said. Avoidance was a plan, but Kadence already felt guilty enough. Plus she just said she’d make it up to him. The girl typed up a response, and sent it with her eyes closed.

‘Next time you’ll know for sure, definitely.
Good, I’ll plan something amazing! <3
Make sure you’re free around 8ish?
He’s a nice guy Roir, just a workaholic.
I’m sure he’ll give me more free time.
If not, I’ll demand it, my friends and bf are important too.
xo Caydie <3’

The girl kept her phone out, still standing outside her apartment building. Maybe her friend would have an idea on what to do to make the evening special. Even if she felt like it was going to end in a catastrophe, she was going to do her best to stop that from happening and that meant everything would go into it. Caydie managed to make up a message for her friend, the band geek.

‘Mana, since you’re a boy and all.
How would I make it up to a boy,
If I totally let him down?
xo Caydie’

Yeah, it was a weak message, but Kadence wasn’t sure who else to ask, well, until Kaiser came to mind. But when it came to Kaiser and Roir, they could probably be different species. Not like there was anything wrong with that, but Caydie doubted what Kaiser thought would fix a broken promise, would be totally different to what Roir thought. Mana would probably have a better idea. The dark haired girl wondered if she should hail a cab, but the walk was only down the street and back. For milk none the less, she could handle that. Plus, it would probably take longer and fill much more of her time.

-❁-

♩♪♫♬ - - - █▌STOP

[mokiepuppymaster]

✖✖✖
Full moon in the city and the night was young,
I was hungry for love, I was hungry for fun
✖✖✖

René Kaiser Schröder
The Once Foreign Exchange Student

It was as Kaiser was moving over to the area where the photos would be shot, that his agent soon rushed over to him. Instantly the German was ready to tell the little fellow off and mention how he was seriously invading his space by simply existing, but didn't. Instead he rose a brow towards the male especially when he held up a pair of silk black boxers as well as a thong. So, there was a change of plans? Or perhaps it was that the male was misinformed about their set wardrobe. Personally Kaiser was ready for anything, and that included baring it all. If a professional photographer was there and wanted to make art out of it, it technically wasn't porn. It all depended on what magazine or websight it'd be placed on. Still, he didn't complain and took the silk boxers and slipped them on underneath his luxurious black robe that he had started to get quite accustomed to. The thong on the other hand, he would only wear it if he was directly told by the photographer in person. Other than that, he wasn't too pressed. He had worn thongs before, and didn't care for them. Not that he was going to tell anyone that. For all he knew it was an American thing for men to wear thongs that barily cupped his treasures. YEah, he was glad to go along with simply wearing the silky black boxers that hung off of his hips.

He knew he recieved a text message, but didn't bother looking at it. Now was not the time. But apparently his agent heard the cellphone chime as well, and held out his hand. Kaiser rolled his eyes and drew out the cellphone from the pocket of the robe, and handed it to the male. "Break it und you vill vish zhat you hadn't," he simply told him before glancing over towards the door when it opened. And there was Melody looking gorgeous as ever in her lingerie. He grinned towards her, though slowed up when she apologized for texting. This was Bradley's ex-girlfriend? Perhaps he expected more of a bite from her, more seduction, more aggression, oh well, she'd do. It was all part of his grand plan. And yet at that point he noticed out of the corner of his eye his agent looking at his text message. "GAAAH!" he exclaimed rather loudly before forcefully snatching his cellphone from the other. "I, I," his agent stammered, but Kaiser wasn't hearing it. Instead he looked down at the message that the male had been looking at it. It was from Bradley, and contained a threat. He rolled his eyes and soon replied:

I UNDERSTAND THAT
YOU HAVE YOUR FANTASIES
BRADLEY. BUT I AM NOT
THAT WAY. I AM NOT
SORRY. YOUR s**t'S NASTY.


He grumbled a few things to himself in German, though soon turned off his cellphone and handed it back to the agent. He had a pin-code, so he had severe doubts that he'd have to worry about his agent trying to pry into his business. Plus, he didn't want him going around spreading things. Of course his agent was witness to Bradley's lustful threat to his behind. He wanted to place his foot in his behind? Honestly, what sort of weird sexual games did Bradley play? Then again, if Bradley was weird, that meant that perhaps Melody was more into weird things as well. WEll, he could do that. Kaiser was into a number of festishes that most people hadn't even heard of. He could show her weird. He could be weirder than Bradley's version of fisting, that Kaiser figured would just be called 'footing'. Would he get slapped if he asked if Bradley had footed her? He glanced over in her direction, though remembered that he did technically snap at his agent in front of everything. How embarrassing. "I am sorry zhat you had zu see zhat," he voiced "Help can be so hard zu find." He added a chuckle in attempts to softening the blow.

That reminded him, there was another text message in his phone that he hadn't looked at. Most likely from one of his list of people he had expected one from. If he didn't have a message from Demetrius he was going to have to beat the s**t out of him. That's what Kaiser had figured. Sure he had tried to stray away from too much violence after he stopped pumping himself full of steriods, but there were somethings that just didn't change. He literally was going to go find Demetrius and beat him so hard that he'd honestly s**t himself. "Aber, I verstehen Sie about getting sidetracked vhen it comes to text messages--- you look schön, wunderschön even, Melody." He stripped off his robe to reveal the boxers that his agent had handed to him before. Hopefully she wouldn't say anything like "Aren't you supposed to be wearing the thong?" Now, don't get him wrong, Kaiser had absolutely no idea what he was supposed to be doing at this point. He didn't hear the exact concept of the photoshoot. He only knew it was Intimacy. Though he did notice the victorian styled bathtub.

"So, are ve going zu be wearing zhese in der tub? Or are expected zu strip zhem off?" he asked as he walked over to the tub. He moved his hand to run it along side the edge before glancing over towards Melody. He wodnered if she was excited about this. He was. He wondered if Melody had taken n***s before, Kaiser had. "I am nicht afraid of n***s if it is required. I believe ve're all professional adults here.Es wäre ein realistischeres Aussehen verleihen. Bin ich korrigiere? I mean, more realistic, am I correct?" He was ready for anything at this point, and definitely didn't fear anyone like Bradley Anderson. After all, last time he checked, Bradley wasn't the one taking intimate pictures with Melody Berg-something.

((x.x Terrible))

Translation
und = and
zu = to
verstehen Sie = understand you
schön = beautiful
wunderschön = wonderfully beautiful
aber = but
der = the
nicht = not
Es wäre ein realistischeres Aussehen verleihen = It would add to a more realistic look
Bin ich korrigiere = am I correct

✖✖✖
I was hunting you down, and I was the bait,
when I saw you there, I didn't need to hesitate
✖✖✖

[mokiepuppymaster]

»» Princess «« Cristal○Alizé○Hart
{{The FASHION Intern//Focus: Fashion Merchandising, Visual Communications}}
Attire:: But with black leggings

And I've been thinking 'bout how you say my name
You got my body spinning like a hurricane
And it feels like you got me going insane
I can't get enough so let me get it up
○xxxxxxxx«○»xxxxxxxx○
Ooh, looks like we're alone now
You ain't gotta be scared
We're grown now

««»»

Cristal stepped back from Trinity frowing greatly. She didn't want to frown, it was sure to cause wrinkles...wrinkles equalled ugliness. Cristal was the type of person whenever something terrible happened, or she felt just severly unhappy, she could always tell herself, "Well at least you have your looks". From how cruddy she was feeling, she knew that when her birthday came around, she definitely didn't want to see Serena anywhere near her party. She was practically as annoying as Corey. God, that girl was like a possessive monster who reminded her of an attack dog back in highschool. Yeah, it was like she didn't like the idea of Chris being around anyone of the female gender. Now she was beginning to see a resemblance of that possessiveness in Serena. Perhaps she was getting possessive as well? No, Cristal believed she had the right. And it wasn't like she was being possessive, she just wanted to spend time with him. He left the house without saying goodbye to her. Just like at the party last night he was trying to leave without saying goodbye. He was always doing that. Just...leaving. And it was like whenever he left, Serena was involved. She was always there. Like last night, when he was so called leaving, he was really just hanging outside the club in the cold with Serena. Then the next time she saw him he was off alone getting a drink with Serena.

Why the hell did he think Cristal was so stupid that she wouldn't be able to see it? Truth be told, she didn't think she was stupid at all. Yes, she could get boy-crazy to the point where she'd believe anything her crush would tell her...but she wasn't stupid. She knew how to put two ends together. God, Serena and Chris were practically holding hands at one point of time. Really, was that the point he was trying to make? Her eyes swelled up with tears but she tightened her jaw and felt her entire body tense up. Her brows narrowed greatly, but regardless she kept her gaze off of Trinity as she spoke. It was no use, her emotions were simply too overwhelming. She was handed a muffin. Honestly, a muffin? Cristal just wanted to chuck the muffin at the nearest car she saw and start cussing about how she didn't want some muffin, she wanted to chase after Chris and ask face to face what was she truthfully to him. Was she just some sex-toy, a friend with benefits, or did he really love her? Was he telling the truth when he muttered those words in her ear after they had sex? Was he lying when he left it as a tag on the end of his texts? Regardless she found herself nibbling on the blueberry muffin, taking rabbit sized bites.

The muffin did actually keep her from starting her long rant. There were so many things she wanted to say at this point. She didn't even mind talking in circles, she just had so many things to say...and only wanted someone to listen. She wanted Trinity to pry it out of her, but she wasn't. She didn't even ask her to start from the beginning and explain the story. She kept it simple. Instead she asked her if she was calm. Cristal stopped nibbling on the muffin. No, she was not going to be like one of those girls who go as far as to eat when they're depressed. She was ready to hand the muffin back but Trin seemed to insist upon it. Next she wasn't even allowed to tell her side of the story, but instead answer without words. Like nodding or something? Hopefully she wasn't expecting an interpretive dance. She just wasn't in the mood. The first question was asked, was it Chris's fault. Was it? No, Cristal wasn't sure if she wanted to fully blame it on him. Of course she was mad at him, but she was more upset that she didn't understand, and even more upset that Serena apparently was out to get her, and even more upset that Chris was dumb enough to not see it. She didn't know how to answer. At least the question was rephrased, which Cristal nodded towards. It was about him.

He was treating her like Oliver had...he was treating her like an item. And that's when she recieved a text message. She stopped nibbling on the muffin and drew out her cellphone from her purse. It was from Chris. She just stared at his name on the message before bothering to open it. Still, she opened it and started reading over the message. He was with everyone? And yet made a promise to go by cigarettes alone with Serena? Everyone knew that his friends smoked. So why didn't they all go by cigarettes? He just wanted to be alone with her, like he had been doing excessively as of late. So she replied:

Chris.
I told you I wanted a kiss.
Even now, I told you I wanted
one. I believe I even txted it
to you && of course I'd want a
kiss. Wouldn't that just make me
a slut if I didn't?? W/E && no,
because I have a feeling that
if we went out, you'd just wind up
trying to ditch me for Serena like
you did last night to me twice.

TiredOfBeingAToy;; Ali


She was surprised she sent it. She couldn't believe it. Usually when she typed texts like that to guys she was sleeping with, she'd delete it before she could actually send it. This time, it went through. She felt a mixture of emotions, but reminded herself that he and Serena were most likely ranting about her. Or worse, they weren't. What if she wasn't even part of the conversation? What if they were just planning to go off and sleep with each other, which is what it had looked like to her. Why did Serena have to keep falling for the boys that Cristal picked? First Cristal called dibs on Oliver and then she found out that apparently Oliver and Serena were always having casual sex. So now she likes/d Chris, and wouldn't you know, Serena came waltzing in. It was frustrating. Cristal was so frustrated at this point that she wanted to just cry to Melody. She knew how to get revenge on everyone. She had damaged Brad's car excessively when she found out that he was cheating on her with Trinity. Maybe she just needed to burn all of Chris's belongings that were at her house? Maybe she just needed a bonfire in some parking garage? Cristal wasn't sure. Maybe that was extreme. It was also Melody who had gave her the idea of paying someone to cut Corey's hair back in highschool. It was better than Cristal's original idea of putting sugar in Corey's gastank.

And then that's when Stellena Trin said something that made so much sense. Not to bother with him? God, that's what she told herself from the start when she found out he was using her originally to get back at Corey the first time they hooked up. Where did she wind up? Chasing after him again. "I don't know," Cristal mumbled feeling even more frustrated with everything. She wanted to go home. Forget the shadowing Sami assignment, forget planning her party, forget everything. For Cristal when she was depressed she either locked herself in her bedroom, or she shopped excessively. Everytime she broke up with someone she pretty much would go on a shopping spree and buy almost everything she came in contact with, just to realize later that she didn't like hardly anything she purchased. Trinity wanted her to think about other people. She wanted her to look into other guys. At this point Cristal wasn't sure. There were a couple of guys she had thought about, but there was always something wrong with them. she wanted someone who wasn't considered a nerd or a loser she supposed. She wanted someone who liked parties, someone she could honestly talk to. She wanted someone who would remind her that she pretty and remind her of her worth when she felt ultimately worthless. She really thought that Chris loved her. And even though his text said he meant what he said, she wasn't sure. He was lying...wasn't he?

That's what all boys did...they lie...

When Tom was suggested, Cristal looked uneasy. Tom honestly intimidated her. His muscles constantly reminded her of how easily he could overpower her. Cristal was afraid of being physically vulnerable. She hated it. Just as she hated it when Corey attacked her at her own party. She was even more afraid of the idea of rape. Yeah, she always thought of Tom as the type who would be an abusive boyfriend. Then again, Cristal didn't really know Tom. she only knew of him as Bradley's sidekick/bestfriend who would beat up the wimpier students. She had never held a real conversation with him that was simply the two of them. "I don't know," she replied softly. The muffin at this point was far from satisfying. Still, Trinity moved to her and messed with her hair, bringing a light blush to form on the blonde's face. She called her pretty. Why was that one of her major weaknesses? An dyet, Trinity said that she was too pretty for Chris. Well, she believed that she was far prettier than Corey and Serena...but maybe that's just what Chris was into? Maybe she was too pretty for him. Maybe he didn't like really pretty girls? When Trinity started trying to guess the Skater's name, a light laugh slipped from Cristal's lips. "Kevin," she corrected. She remembered him. He was a friend of Corey's; and also the boyfriend of Sami. She wasn't sure if that was a good idea. He probably was equally as weird as everyone involved in his circle.

She noticed Demetrius and furrowed her brows slightly. Was he listening to their conversation? Sure she knew of it to happen, but Cristal was never the type who could honestly just...sit comfortably with it. But it was an idea. Kevin...she wasn't sure. He was cute she supposed...and he also had an accent. Cristal just wasn't sure. Before she could say she'd think about it, she started suggesting that guy who had been listening to their conversation. Cristal's face instantly shifted to a mixture of disgust and embarrassment. "Uh, how about no? I mean, I don't even know him," she told Trinity and handed the muffin back to the slut. She had only ate about a third of it, and didn't care if Trin just threw it away or kept it. And now she had little crumbs on her hands and ran out of her perfumed hand-sanitizer. "I have to go wash my hands," she admitted, and moved Trinity, and then past the Paparazzi into the coffeeshop. The coffeeshop brought back memories, plenty of them. Especially of that time she got Chris to cheat in the backroom, but she pushed it out of her mind. She was just about to head to the bathroom, but stopped ead in tracks when she saw them. Oliver. It was a shame, Cristal hadn't even noticed before when Alexis had ran out of the coffeeshop chasing after Melody. She wondered if Oliver was just as she remembered him. Seeing him...made her just remember how bad her luck with guys continued to be. She was so upset she tugged out her cellphone and texted to Chris:

You && Serena are
fWbs, right? I mean
it seems like the two
of you are like ********
w/ each other. Oh, &&
did you know that Oliver's
at the coffeeshop. He's all
alone. Funny. It seems like
you and Serena ditched him.


"Oli," she spoke up as she walked over to the table he had been at. He was just as cute as she remembered, but looks had nothing to do with it. She then recieved a text message from Mercedes. Quickly she looked at the message, it was about shopping. Cristal loved shopping with a passion. So she replied:

Cedie~
I'll be there in a few.
&& then we'll be able
to meet up w/ Mel after
her shoot. Idk about Trin,
she was flirting w/ some guy.
Idk about my bday. I'm not
in the mood for a party anymore.

RlyFrustrated;; Ali


He was probably kissing her. He was just playing with her heart like everyone did. She was really upset, but tried to hide it and took a seat at Oliver's table. "Oliver...do you think I'm pretty?" she asked, though the moment the words were out of her mouth, she felt desperate. "I'm only asking because you're a guy and everything, but am I so terrible that people only see me as a pretty face? I'm...just trying to figure out what's wrong with me...and I'm guessing that you had a list. I would like that list now, Oliver..." He had waffles. How brave he was to eat something like that...there was no telling what waffles would do to her figure. Though she noticed that he had a bit of syrup on the corner of his lip. She lightly smiled at the sight, but mentally scolded herself. She was only feeling emotionally fragile at the moment. There was no way she was going to rebound back to Oliver. Instead she took a napkin and slid it closer to him.

««»»

You got me hypnotized, I never felt this way
You got my heart beating like an 808. Can you rise to the occasion?
I'm patiently waiting, cause it's getting late
And I can't get enough, so let me get it up
○xxxxxxxx«○»xxxxxxxx○
I'm a hit defrost on you, Let's get it blazin'
We can turn the heat up if you wanna
Turn the lights down low if you wanna

So○Are○You »» WARMING «« Up○Yet

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I guess I am. Yep.

Niiice.

Have you ever done something that seemed like such a good idea at the time, and yet a few seconds later...you realized what would've been a better solution? Yeah, that's how Qwerty felt. His conversation with Mercedes was going okay, despite the fact that he couldn't fully relate. He didn't have a 'daddy' who would buy him a new car, just because his was broken. No, he has a dad he blew all of their money on gambling and prostitutes, or more so the reason why his father didn't amount to anything like Cole's had. It must be nice he always figured. To have money, to be able to buy everything his heart desired. Even now as his father was trying to get his act together, Qwerty tried not to ask him for money. He knew that his parents' drug addictions were rather expensive to keep up. Drugs, he absolutely hated them, and yet he wondered if he took them would he be able to look at his life from a better angle. He didn't tell Mercedes that his dad was...not like hers, instead he had forced himself to smile, which turned out to look rather...awkward. It only seemed to grow in awkwardness when she pointed out that he was randomly. Right, he could've stopped at the boyfriend part. Still, thinking back now, he did have to admit...Mercedes's mistakes when it comes to acronyms was funny. He mainly knew them because Urbandictionary.com was his online guide to understanding life.

He could've complimented her, and yet at the time he didn't think of anything to say. He was tempted to just buy a twix bar to see if by chance the commercials weren't lying about it. Maybe it could give him a moment and instantly solve all of his problems. He had no idea of what she was going to say to him. In Gamestop he found himself pounding lightly at his head with the bottom of his palms about his own stupidity. What was his issue with girls? Or anyone in general, but mostly girls. Qwerty liked girls. Sure at times he felt desperate for anyone (anyone's better than no one), but he told himself he definitely liked girls. Then that's when he noticed that he recievecd a text message. He tugged it out, and it was from Cole. He opened up the message and looked at it, he said that it was whatever works with him? Qwerty...was afraid that moment he suggestecd an idea, it would be the 'wrong' one. He always made the wrong decisions...no matter what the situation was. Still he took a deep breath and replied:

Im @ the mall getting
a game. We can hang out here...?
Idk. What if someone /sees/ u w/ me?
It'd ruin ur rep & they'd find out we're
related & u'd be dubbed a loser...

.25


It was weird, when they were younger he remembered being constantly excited about visiting Cole. He hated living at home, but seeing Cole was always so...short lived. And yet, he knew that it was his own parents' fault that Cole's family didn't really help them finacially. They probably didn't want to feed his mother and father's drug addictions, hence the name he was born with. Sure Qwerty could possibly pay to get his name changed...but it just seemed like far too much money, and he wouldn't even know what to change his name to. Back then, everything was simple. It was funny, back then Qwerty's hair was firey red and his eye sight wasn't as bad yet. Sure he had glasses, but it never really mattered to him. Back then, he just considered Cole his bestfriend...and yet after his parents got mad at his uncle and aunt, and the visits stopped...everything just seemed to start going downhill. He practically wanted to text Cole and tell him not to bother. He was far too actractive to even be seen with the likes of Qwerty. That's what he figured. Still he took a breath. No random alien invaders were going to burst through the walls and kill him in the crossfire, so he might as well get his game. At least here he felt as though he could honestly breathe.

He started debating what system he was going to buy for. He honestly had a PS3, XBOX360 and a Wii. Maybe if he didn't buy them...now he would have, what a little over seven hundred dollars? Still he started glancing about at the games trying to find either something he didn't already own or was interested in playing. Maybe that was his issue...maybe he couldn't blame his parents on his money issues, he had a gaming addiction. He would spend hundreds of dollars on games and not even realize it...until now. Then that's when he caught sight of someone. Quickly he slipped behind one of the racks and peered around, and sure enough there was Corey Mae. He remembered her from highschool. Though that's when he saw who was beside her, dressed exactly like the girl from the bus-stop. It most likely was her. Wait, so the two of them liked video games? He glanced once more towards the games and tugged up something called "Heavy Rain". It was 'M', that instantly got his attention. He started looking at the back of the box, debating whether or not he wanted to bother. "Hm," he voiced slightly in interest, at least curiosity and started heading over to the register. If he was hanging out with Cole, then he needed to conserve some of his money, instead of buying five or six games. Still, he found himself glancing over in the direction of the girl from the bus stop as well as Corey.

They were probably bestfriends or something, at least that's what it looked like. Friends...then again he was always labeled as a loner...wasn't he? He wanted to go over to the girls and say hello, but decided against it and only paid for his game, though found himself blinking rapidly when he saw the price. okay, so it was like he bought...two or three games, with only one. The guy at the register was waiting, Qwerty knew there was no way he could take it back. That would've been embarrassing, so he pulled out his wallet, and removed his debit card and handed it to him. And yet as he was fumbling about with the difficult task of slipping his wallet back in his pocket with one hand, his phone suddenly chimed. Text message. He wanted to hold up a single finger to gesture 'one moment', but he was already having some hand-difficulties. So he awkwardly laughed and managed to slip his wallet away, and pull out his phone to set it on the counter. He swiped his debit card, and put in his pin-code so that the cost would be directly pulled from his bank account. He was going to need a new job soon, there was no way denying it.

After taking the game in the plastic bag, he opened the text message from Bradley. It was a simple 'k', but it was still a reply. Bradley Anderson was actually going to give him a ride? So...did that mean it was possible to befriend the football star? He almost jumped out his own skin. He had to tell someone. But who? Who at this store would actually care or believe him? Maybe it was the new hair? Perhaps dying his hair brown instead of his natural red and growing a bit of facial hair was what helped him? He didn't know. He couldn't pretend he didn't get Bradley's message. It seemed almost like a sin not to. But what should he say? He thought about this as he moved a bit from the counter so the register wouldn't be blocked from the other customers. However he did notice when the girl from the bus stop left with Corey. Right...they were rather pre-occupied. It would've been weird to walk up to them. Still, he thought she looked familiar, the girl from the bus, he just couldn't exactly place her. So he texted to Bradley:

tnx neways.
maybe we can still
go 2 tacobell or something
sometime in the future?

Bobby
<LEVEL UP!>


It was only after he sent it that the message struck him as being rather...gay. "Damn it," he cursed to himself and swiftly typed up a new message. One that would have to apologize for the last one. He just wanted to hang out with Bradley, figuring that he was his ultimate goal...wasn't he? It'd make up for everything. That feeling that he didn't exist, that he wasn't worth anyone's time at all. That for him, was the worst feeling of all. He didn't mind the physical abuse, that meant that Tom and Bradley knew of him. But when everyone treated him as though he was invisible...that for him was the most painful. It made him wonder if anyone would notice if he went to school, if he woke up or not. It made him wonder if his life honestly made a difference in the world. That's why he liked living this life of 'Bobby'. Bobby wasn't nearly as invisible as how he felt...or was he?

Sry. finger slipped.
I meant to say as friends.

Bobby
<LEVEL UP!>

ss

You're only a >> LOSER
when the screen reads of >>GAME OVER

[midgetminion]

Whoa I never meant to brag ...

...but I got him where I want him now
Daisy
Logan
Shellenberger




The engine is the heart of the jet...
...but the pilot is the soul

In the lobby of the hotel, Logan had fixed herself a plate, having to hurry herself since she could tell that the staff was trying to clean up the breakfast. After all, it wasn't as early as it once had been. In one hand, the tomboy juggled a plate with a with waffle drenched in syrup, along with two sausage links present. She couldn't forget her napkin, which was pinned to the bottom of the plate by two fingers, while of other hand held onto her clear packaged, plastic silverware and a yogurt cup. Not a glamorous meal, but it would definitely do, if just to hold the female off. Although she was more than just a little peeved that she didn't get there in time to get any of the bacon before it was eaten up. The thought of going back up to her room to eat had came to her mind, however the feeling of her phone vibrating in her pocket made her decided other wise. After all, she was curious to see who it was. Of course she assumed that it was either one of her friends or boyfriend, but there was the chance that it was one of her family members trying to coax her into staying with them while she was in town. And if that was the case, then she knew that she needed a believable reason as to why she didn't need their hospitality. After all, she couldn't just tell them that she was staying in a hotel since they would go on about how that would eat up her money since she was staying longer than just a simply weekend.

'Definitely need to remember to find a cheap apartment, a roommate, or a friend with a house that I can bum off of,' she thought to herself with a nod of her head. Moving to one of the small tables that were off to the side, Logan set her food down, and silverware so she could work at pulling out her phone. Once it was out of her pocket, the female slid out the chair so she could take a seat. Blue eyes were locked on the mini screen as she casually pulled her feet up under the small table to rest her boots on the seat of the chair across from her. Besides, it wasn't like she had stepped in anything gross, and the seat wasn't being occupied by anyone else. It would be a waste to let it go un-used. Anyways, since she wasn't having explain herself to anyone, the purple and brown haired girl read over Roirdan's message. So he wanted a chance to clean up before they met? That was understandable. Even though it was just them, if he hadn't washed up from last night, then he could be feeling odd. She, on the other hand, wouldn't be embarrassed by him. At least it would take a lot more than some wrinkled clothes or messy hair to make Logan feel embarrassed about being around someone. Now, maybe if they were making a foll out of themselves by freaking out in public and causing a scene- then she'd probably feel quite awkward around them.


If you say so. Just lemme
know when you're ready.


It was a short message to the Roir, but it didn't need to be long. Besides, since it was shorter, she didn't have to be extremely focused on it and could start eating. She would have liked to start on the waffle, however picking up one of the sausage links with her fingers was easier. As she took a bite of it, the girl realized that she had another text message that she came. This time, it was from Yulia. Part of her was glad since she had been worried about the female. After all, she hadn't stuck around to see what happened to her drunk friend. Not to forget that she doubt the former ballerina knew how to defend herself. Not wanting to be kept in the dark any longer, Logan's thumb clicked into her friend's message, only to see that it was just two words. It's unnecessary. Furrowing her brows, the short haired one wasn't sure what to make out of the text. It could either be a good thing, or a bad thing. Yulia wasn't the type to go on about her own problems, so she could easily just be trying to avoid any uncomfortable conversations. 'Please let it just be a headache from the booze,' she thought to herself as she finished off her second sausage stick, and started on a reply to her female friend.


If you say so.

Even though she typed that, the girl didn't believe her text as it was sent off. There was definitely something up. Yet some things were better left discussed in person, rather than over a phone. 'I'll just ask when I see her,' Logan mentally figured as her phone was set beside her plate so she could unwrap her fork and knife. Honestly, she wished that they would supply something sharper than flimsy plastic, since it barely made a dent in her golden brown waffle unless she started to saw. With the pieces cut, she Shoveled the food into her mouth victoriously, yet received another text. The sender was labeled as Justin, so she chose to look at it. "Ah man," she sighed to herself upon seeing that the doctor in training was suppose to be spending the day with his girlfriend. But the two lived together, didn't they. They were always with each other, so couldn't he spare another day with his friends? Maybe she was just thinking selfishly, since she had time to spend with her boyfriend yesterday. Then again...if they just happened to run into the other while he was out with his girlfriend, it wouldn't hurt to stick around.


Think your gf would mind
if we all joined you?

With that out of the way, Logan finished off her waffle, and turned her sights to the blueberry yogurt. It was the last thing she had to eat, and since it had it's own little cup, she decided to go ahead and throw away her empty plate. Then she could just head back up to her room to think more on a permanent living area. Standing up, the cell was tucked away, and her garbage was thrown away so she could return to the elevator. Pushing the button, the metal doors open, so she could step instead, only holding the yogurt cup and spoon that was still in the plastic. She couldn't wait till she could meet back up with her friends, and had no idea that two of them were currently in the very same hotel as she was.



Pull up your pants just like em'...
.::The Tomboy::.
...Take out the trash just like em'



.......

[midgetminion]

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Basil Leone
reporting for the
New York Times
The Writer

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Basil had no idea what to expect when he approached Mana. Sure, he doubted that the other would come out and say that he was mad at him about taking so long. After all, Mannie was too sweet for that. He was always being considerate and supportive, of course he would not come out and bluntly voice that he was upset with something that he did. It was this that made it difficult to truly know what his boyfriend was feeling. Granted, Basil knew that he could be guilty of the exact same thing. If it could make someone's elses life easier, then the writer didn't mind going out of his way. Just like if he was upset or annoyed with someone, he would most likely keep it to himself just to avoid the conflict. That was something the writer hated, conflict and confrontation. Back in high school when he had to write articles that called someone or expressed a negative opinion, he would try his hardest not to have to be around whomever he wrote about. And when it became impossible to evade them, instead of denying an article, he would just sugarcoat it to them, and try to get them to take it as a compliment in some strange way. And thinking back, one of the hardest stories to report on without resulting in a broken body would be the Bradley-Melody break-up. He had to keep the truth, yet do it in a tactful way so his reputation would be completely ruined by the Queen Bee, and wouldn't have the football wanting to draw more blood than usual.

The only good thing about Mana was the fact that he was typically easy to read. So even if he didn't come out and say anything, Basil could look at him and tell what he was thinking. It was a trait that could be both good and bad at the same time. And at the moment, Basil wondered what he would find out from hugging the other. The warmth that came from Mana's arms wrapped around him was extremely nice after a chilling walk. However, it didn't seem to let on any hidden feelings of resentment....so, from what Basil could tell, he was in the clear. A suppressed sigh of relief hopefully went unnoticed to his boyfriend, however it was easily covered up by the real question on his mind. How long had he been waiting for him to show up? Five minutes- Ten, twenty? Basil was expecting the worse as he started to move towards the entrance of the diner. Thankfully, it had just been two minutes. Meaning if he had just left one of his text messages unanswered, he probably would have walked fast enough to beat his boyfriend. "Thank goodness," was said more under his breath than to his partner. Although upon hearing that they should go insides the teen's head nodded since he was half way there. It wasn't like he had any real reason to stay outside if he didn't have to, even though he was confused why the other was blushing.

Sitting down, it wasn't long till Basil started apologizing, not fully for the exact reason he knew he should have been saying, but either way, Mana told him not to. It was a bad habit the male had developed over years. Apologize too much, but it definitely could have been worse. If could be oe of those people who apologize about everything excessively. Either way, the teen's head leaned forward, making his brown strands fall into his face hoping it could hide some of his shame. 'What's a relationship if you can't talk to the person?' It was a good question, and made the corner of his lips curve into a smile at how stupid he felt he was being for pussyfooting around the subject that he really wanted to bring up. It was only when he his bossed was mentioned that he lifted his head, allowing his currently brown eyes to look straight to Mana. After all, there were times when green pigments slipped into his orbs giving them a more hazel look, now just wasn't one of those times. Anyways, twisting his lips to the side, he thought about how his boss had been lately. The middle aged man was stern, and hard to please- especially when it came to the younger employees like Basil. "He hasn't been...unbearably mean lately," the brunette admitted, shrugging his shoulders at the unbearable part. The hard to please treatment had to be something the teen got use to, especially because he considered himself lucky to have a job with a paper that was so well known. Although that, along with college work and Mana's band schedule made it difficult for them to hang out as often. At least none of them were trying to do anything as demanding as trying to be a doctor. He had actually recalled hearing that someone he went to school with was going down that same path. yet he also heard that the same guy was living with his girlfriend now. What was his name again? Oh yeah, it was Justin.

As Mannie started to seemingly ramble on about the schedules and the band, the writer was running his hands over one another to speed up the thawing process. Yes, it would have been a lot colder if it was nighttime, but the cloudy sky and drizzle that sprinkled from the heavens contributed to the chill factor. He even tried to keep his toes wiggling from inside of his shoes to warm them up again. "They may not admit it, but they hear the music. In fact, I think it's what really makes the game special." he said, as he stopped fiddling with his hands in hopes that his words would sink into the other. "It's like a play, your focus may be on the actors, but it's the teching and crew that bring the show to life." Basil may not have done much acting since he had been in college, but in high school he took classes and was in a couple of shows. He never had a lead role, but the experiences were always fun, and it showed him that bunch of people reciting lines was not what made the production memorable. The football team was the same way. Their athleticism was nice, but that alone didn't keep Basil entertained. Besides, the fact that Mana was so flawless when he played also amazed the writer. He sucked when it came to instruments. The only one he had started to learn was piano when he was younger, though he only took a couple of lessons before dropping it. Now he only knew how to play Twinkle Twinkly Little Star, Mary Had A Little Lamb, and Minuet

The mention of what they could do after the game caused the teen's arched brows to raise as a smile found itself slowly forming on his face as Mana continued speaking. He wasn't just suggesting that he come over to his room for a little while, but that he spent the night as well. The fact that his roommate would be out for the night was what sealed the deal for him. Especially because having people walk in on him was one of the most embarrassing things for Basil. At least he knew that he couldn't look at his own roommate for a while after the guy had walked in on him and Mana in a heated make-out session a while ago. The way that the taller one was staring at the table top as well as the rosy color that appeared made the other's inner intentions quite obvious. Then again, it would be a lie to say that Basil hadn't been thinking of the same thing earlier. After all, part of him wondered if they were a more intimate if the spark that he though was fading would return. Because, believe it or not, Basil was a virgin before he had hooked up with Mannie. And before Cristal's party back in high school, he had never kissed a boy before- even if it was technically a forced event.

In a way, he had a lot of firsts with the band prodigy. Something that he was a little surprised about was the fact he was given the opportunity to be on top a couple of times. Honestly, Basil hadn't expected it, yet in the name of experimentation, he figured he should try it. the writer couldn't lie, it was nice, yet there was still something about being the receiver that he enjoyed. Perhaps it was the idea of it. In a way, despite the fact that Mana was some inches taller than him, Basil couldn't help but get the feeling that they were pretty much equal. Yes, the other had gotten help in the strength department, but he still acted like the same Mana from before in other aspects. The longer haired one didn't know how to break it to him. After all, how do you tell your partner that you were craving someone more...dominant? That was partially why Basil also had a crush on the Quarterback back in high school until the other moved away. Perhaps it had something to do with the fact that he was wanting the secure feeling that a dominant male offered. As of now, the writer would be terribly afraid that if they were threatened with bodily harm, Mana would try to stand up for them but would wind up extremely hurt in the end. Not to forget that he would be afraid that if a hotter guy came around who was more masculine, that Mana wouldn't mind being dominated by him. After all, if he would let someone like Basil stick him, then his preferences weren't that picky. Frankly, it felt impossibly to say any of these things without making Mana feel self conscious- and that was the last thing the brunette wanted to do.

'Maybe I'm over thinking all of this,' ran through his mind as sucked in his lips, looking away, ashamed of his own thoughts. They were selfish, that's what they were, and Basil hated that. Oh wait, he never gave an answer! What if his boyfriend assumed that it was a no? Jerking his head to face Mana once more, Basil quickly sputtered out. "I'd love to spend the night!" Yet noticed the waitress nearing which made his tanned skin heat up as he suck in his seat, feeling very embarrassed. He didn't mean to say that in front of the woman. Sure, he didn't mind if people knew he was gay, or that he was with Mana, but he didn't like people thinking about their sex life. After the so-called "geek" had ordered his ice tea, Basil looked over at him questioningly. Then again, maybe it was just because had walked that made him crave a warmer beverage. "I'd like hot chocolate," he announced, yet was at a loss when it came to what food to order. He hadn't looked at the menu, which was probably what he should have been doing than getting loss in his own thoughts. "Would you like a few more minutes?" the waitress asked looking at the two of them. "Uhh...," he began, grabbing the menu and opening it up, scanning his eyes over the words and pictures hoping to make a quick selection, which happened to be in the sandwich section. "Could I have a Chicken Club?" he questioned, in which the lady gave a nod. She then either took Mana's order or left to saying she would take his order when she brought the drinks.

"I'll be sure to bring a change of clothes to the game tonight," Basil said, drumming his fingertips on the surface of the table, prior to walking them over to Mana's hands to grab them. Leaning forward, the writer added, "And who knows, maybe we could try something new while we're at it." He still was trying to find the write words to say that he wanted to be dominated. Raising up one of Mannie's hands to his face, he brought it to his cheek. "I'll even let you have free rein." The sentence had a seductive tone in it as he hoped the other understood what he was saying. Then again, it was never right to make your partner have to play the role of a mind-reader. Even though he felt the faint vibration of his phone, signally a text message, he didn't want to ruin the moment by looking at it. Hopefully it wasn't anything serious.


......

[xAscoldrainfalls]

It's not as easy as 1, 2, 3, L-O-V-E;
Line it up and forget everything.

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Talking to the kid at the bus stop, something about him just reminded her of someone that she was really close to via online. It occurred to her though; the odds of her actually meeting that kid were very slim. Why? Well she thought it would be very creepy to try to meet him in real life, not to mention with the way that Patty carried herself, she felt as though things would be very awkward between the two, face to face at least. Patty didn’t do well interacting in society… of course unless it was talking about video games or flowers… or about being a vegan. Talking to the brunette though, his MK reference was a surprise. It seemed as though the conversation was just getting started, he was being picked up or whatever was going, without even a ‘bye’. Not that it really mattered to her, but it was definitely just a courtesy gesture. She couldn’t say much though because she didn’t say anything back to him. It was a relief when the bus got there though, because then she was able to get out of the rain and on to the not so pleasant bus. She just didn’t have the money for a car, therefore she just got used to the bus and all the flaws that came with riding it. Responding to a text from Corey, Patty was just going on with the bus ride. Getting to the mall, she had made her way to the game stop, right across from the subway.

This was one of the places that felt like home to Patty. If she was having a bad day and she had the money, she would stop in and lurk around for a while and bring home a new game or two. She wasn’t having a bad day, but she was definitely in dire need of a new game to hold her attention for a few hours. Looking at F.E.A.R. wasn’t her intentions walking into this shop, but it definitely held her attention… of course until Corey broke her attention and Patty almost dropped the case. It’s not like anything would have happened to the case or game for the fact that the case was plastic and the game was behind the register anyways. So yeah, no damage whatsoever. Patty informed her of what game she was looking at and Corey’s reaction made Patty laugh lightly. She started to walk towards another rack that had video games on them. When Corey followed her, Patty asked her if she had any plans for the day and hearing that she would rather goof off with Patty made her smile. She didn’t think that Corey really meant it, in the sense that she didn’t think that Corey would want to hang out with her that long. Patty normally was by herself, so when someone said something like that to her, she didn’t really think they meant it, but it didn’t bother her so she didn’t say anything against it. Who knew, maybe Corey could become one of Patty’s good friends.

”Well, whenever you have to go out later, just let me know, I don’t want to be a burden” She said. Patty wasn’t really in any position to say anything like this though. She wasn’t fully aware of that, but still. She wasn’t the one that texted Corey asking her to hang out. Patty asking her if she scared easily was just something that kinda blurted out. She didn’t know how this game would be with the way things popped out and whatnot, but Corey’s question in return made Patty laugh ”I can handle a video game better than I can real life” She told the multicolor haired scene queen. In all honesty though, it was the honest truth. Of course aside from flowers and her eating lifestyle, Patty was socially awkward. At least in the video game, when her character had to talk to another, she could move her character across the screen and a cut scene would take over or she’d just be able to waltz right up to the other character and then press whatever button was necessary. When Corey pulled her phone out of her pocket to answer her text, the comment she made, Patty really had no response to it. She was curious as to whether or not Corey was even excited about her having the baby… let alone knew who the father was. With that awkward moment present, Patty went about looking at more games. She had a strong feeling that she was going to be getting F.E.A.R., but it didn’t hurt to look more.

As Corey was texting whoever she was texting, Patty put her focus solely on the rack of video games in front of her. The texting was none of her business, plus, she had the video games in front of her. As she moved along down the wall, she was getting towards the end of the alphabet for xbox games; next wall was the playstation three games. Patty wasn’t biased when it came to her game systems. She loved them all and played them equally, bought games for them equally and gave them shelf time equally. While walking further down the wall and getting to the playstation games, she noticed that out of the corner of her eye, the kid that was at the bus stop was here. She found it odd, but at the same time, not really. She went back to her search and continued throughout the store. When Corey was done with her texting, Patty was pretty much done with her searching. Nothing seemed to grab her attention like this one did. She knew that there as going to be a few releases later next month, so she would wait to go and splurge on video games. One would suffice for now. Corey apologized for her texting and Patty looked to her and smiled ”It’s okay, I think I’m going to stick with F.E.A.R.” She said with a smile. She was more than ready to go wherever and get this thing started. With her final decision made, she went up to the register to pay for it.

She was right behind the guy that was at the bus stop. She thought about saying hi, but he was warped into his phone, or so it seemed to her. Someone took her at the other register and she handed the game over along with all the other things (like her gamer points card). Corey was there with her, or so she thought. She looked back and Corey was waiting by the door. She peeked over to see what the guy from the bus stop had bought. Seeing Heavy Rain, she smiled. In Patty’s free time, when she wasn’t playing video games or making an arrangement for the hell of it, she read game reviews. She had seen that one and read the review, seeing as she owned a PS3 ”I’ve heard really good things about that game” She said. She wasn’t implying that she had played the game or anything. That was pretty much the extent of what she could say because the guy that was ringing up her purchase had finished up. She took the bag from the counter and her cards back and stuffed them in her pocket, before leaving the vicinity, she looked back to the little brunette kid and said a simple ”Bye, hope you enjoy the game” She said with a smile and went back over to where Corey was waiting for her. Corey seemed excited about the game, Patty was excited too, but she wasn’t ecstatic. She had many games; this was just another one to add to the collection.

She smiled at Corey ”Me too, There’s a lot of excitement about the sequel that’s coming out soon” She told her. Not that Corey cared, but it was just the deciding factor for why Patty bought the game over another one. Hearing that they weren’t going to have to ride the bus, Patty was indifferent. She didn’t really care. She didn’t care about riding the bus, but the scene queen seemed excited about it. The fact that she also offered to give Patty a ride if she needed, that was helpful ”Thank you, I’ll remember that” She said to the other and then when Corey asked where they were off to, Patty told her the apartment complex along with the road. It didn’t really take long to get there from the mall, Patty would normally just go and walk that distance if the weather was nice, but it really wasn’t right now, so that’s why she originally took the bus. When they got to the building, Patty had gotten out of the car and went with Corey up to her apartment. She unlocked the door and walked in, thinking about what she needed. Seeing as they were going to the other female’s apartment, Patty just really needed to remember to bring all parts of her 360. Walking into Patty’s apartment, it probably wasn’t what someone would expect a florist’s living space to look like. Patty only had a few intricate arrangements in the main room, but other than that, it looked like a normal apartment.

She grabbed the 360 and took the power cords and the video/audio cable and set it all on the couch ”I’ll be right back” She said and then went back to her room and grabbed up one of her bags that she used to transport her systems from home to here. She made sure it was empty; throwing whatever cords might be in there onto her messy, unmade bed. She went back into the main room and then was careful about putting her xbox in the bag, piling the cords on the side of the bag and grabbing up two controllers. She didn’t know if Corey would want to play or not, so she brought it just in case. She put her new game into the bag as well, then grabbed a few multiplayer games. Knowing that she had everything, she zipped it up and then put it on her shoulder ”Okay, I’m ready” She said, not really thinking about much of anything else except getting to this new game of hers.

[Michirugurl]

♫ ωεʅʅ ȵσω I'ɱ ϯσʅd ϯhat ϯhis is ʅ i f ε
And p a i ȵ is jusϯ a siɱpʅε cσɱpяσɱisε
So ωε caȵ get ωhat ωε ω a n t σut σf iϯ

Ӈʏσɾi Lɘi Xiαnɢ
The Actress

ωσuʅd sσɱεσȵε caяε ϯσ c ʅ a s s i f y,
A b я σ k ε ȵ hεaяϯ and ϯ ω i s ϯ ε d ɱiȵds
Sσ I caȵ fiȵd sσɱεσȵε tσ я ε ʅ y σȵ ♫

Hyori felt much more relaxed and comfortable as she came out of the shower stall with a towel around her body and her hand running threw her hair. She felt so good and so clean she couldn't help but look at herself trough the mirror. She was wondering what Justin was up to, she wanted to spend the day with him. She really did especially since lately they have been so busy with their lives; they haven’t had some time for one another. But she didn’t really know if that is what Justin really wanted. It was though for Hyori because sometimes she read Justin easily and sometimes he showed his emotions, but then there were times where he didn’t show any emotion and just kept things to himself. Those are the days where Hyori had to guess what he really wanted. Today felt like one of those days. At first Hyori thought Justin wanted to, but then she felt like that feeling kind of came and went. She was at a loss and didn’t know what to do. But whatever made Justin happy, well she would just have to deal with it.

After Hyori finished getting dressed, she walked out of the bathroom with her clothes on her arms as she headed to her room. She put her clothes in the dirty hamper as she headed over her dresser to get her perfume and lotion. She quickly sprayed her favorite tommy girl perfume and quickly rubbed lotion all over. Hyori decided that since it was raining outside today, she would wear a black drawstring Slub cardigan over a green prism top with her favorite maddie stretch jeans and black peep toe heels. She then ran over to her jewelry box and pulled out her favorite Jade pendant her mom gave her before she died. Then she chose a shorter Czech crystal stalactite necklace that matched her outfit, a charm bracelet that Justin gave her in high school. Some gold bangles that she loved and a green Crystal Mix Wrap Bracelet and last but not least she put some Emerald Green Huggy Earrings that went with her necklace. Once she was done Hyori brushed her hair and decided she would out her hair in a messy bun today. Soon after she was done with her hair Hyori and was placing her brush back on her dresser her phone vibrated and did a quick chime to let Hyori noticed someone had sent her a text message.

It was form Kandance asking for some advice. Hyori wondered what she could’ve done to Roir but decided she would dismiss it until Kandace was ready to tell her. Besides it’s not like she told Kandance what she did to Justin. No one really knew and she wanted to keep it that way anyways, besides it was both Justin and Hyori’s decision to keep quiet. So she decided she would let it go and, thought about how she told Justin her news and how no matter what she did. Things were still though and awkward at first but it got better after a while. So she decided to reply back to Kandace.

Hey gurlie
Hope it wasn’t too bad . But yea u
Should tell him. He needs 2 knw
But try not 2 make things too special
Cuz hes gunna knw sumthings up.
Try 2 tell him sumplace where ur 2 r alone
And Were there r no other ppl. So no 1 can
hear ur convo. Make sure he knws everythin
2 leave no details. But yeh
Just take him out 2 sumthin
Normal an cute dat the 2 of u
Would do like walk in da park.
Or eat at a nice restaurant.
Lemme know how it goes.
~ yori ~

After Hyori hit send on her phone and soon after another text message arrived from her friend clarissa. She read it and decided she didn’t need to reply right now because if the events change today she could always ask Clarrissa to hang out with her. So as soon as Hyori finished reading the message she quickly took her phone put it in the back pocket of her jeans and decided it was time to come out of her room. As soon as Hyori came out of her room she spotted Justin washing the dishes. She smiled at Justin “Im finally clean. Yay.” Chuckling as she finished her sarcastic funny sentence. She walked towards him and leaned on the counter. “I’m already ready, so if you want we can leave now.” She told him as a smile ran across her face. She then walked slowly around the counter and help dry off some off the dishes. Once they were done Hyori went to get and umbrella and her black Gucci borsa. She opened it up making sure she had everything she needed to go out. Then slung the bag on her shoulder and walked towards Bandit, getting his leash and getting him ready to go. “Come on baby, mommy and daddy are gonna take you out for a nice walk.”

Soon after Hyori got her things and got bandit ready she walked over to Justin, Bandit apparently getting excited because they were going out began to move around, with a lot of force too. Hyori was finding it hard to keep him still. “I think Bandits ready too.” She laughed as she held on tight to the leash. She then looked at Justin and asked “Are you ready?” because she was definitely ready to leave the house and go somewhere. She was very happy and excited that she would be spending time with Justin and that’s all she wanted today. She then slowly held Justin’s hand and slowly entwined them together. It felt weird since things between them have been awkward but she wanted to move on with her life and she wanted to show Justin she wanted him and that she really wanted to be with him. Sure she made a mistake and wasn’t sure what she wanted but knows she feels like she made the right decision. Even though she hadn’t completely gotten her mind off of Oliver, but they haven’t seen each other in years so what harm could it do now? So in order for her to feel like everything is okay, she just has to show Justin that she wants him, show some affection which they haven’t done much of.

Hopefully things will change between them and even though she is acting and her career is starting to blossom she wants Justin to feel unworried. Which she wouldn’t blame him if he didn’t trust her or worried about what she did. He does have a right to feel that way, but Hyori wants things to be better between them. To be like it was in high school and even though their relationship will never be perfect. Hyori just wants it to be somewhere like it used to be between them.



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