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

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
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Ooh, looks like we're alone now
You ain't gotta be scared
We're grown now

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Cristal, was happy. She really was. She was truly happy with how the situation had been...it wasn't perfect, but she was happy. He was staying with her? Sure when she and Chris started reconnecting, she had no idea that he would even be still interested in her. Just how everything went about, was still...strange. At first there was a plan. A plan for revenge. She wanted to make him fall for her, so she could break his heart in more ways than she had ever done before. She wanted him to feel used as she had when she found out that when they were dating he was still thinking about her. Corey was gross, that's what Cristal thought. She had that ugly boy name, and that ugly hair that looked like someone beat her with a pair of scissors a couple of times. Plus, she thought she was a violent monster, ever since Corey hurt her at Cristal's mansion back at that party that Melody threw back in highschool. Of course Cristal never forgot it, she'd never forget it until she was truly felt the other girl was sorry. And was she trying to still Chris back then? Well, she'd admit that she had a crush on him, but back in highschool, Cristal was more into Oliver. He just treated her as though there was nothing valuable about herself. He made her feel as though she had no actual worth, and when they had sex was the brief moment when she actually felt like someone cared...and then it was over. Of course she liked Chris, he just seemed so different. And when they talked, he made her feel as though she were pretty...which is why she wanted a threesome between him and his girlfriend. Maybe her body language said something different? Maybe deep down inside she did just want to still Chris away. Maybe she didn't believe that Corey deserved someone as n ice as him when she was such a controlling b***h in Cristal's opinion.

She became business partners with him. She would help get his T-shirt shop off the ground, and in exchange he'd spend time with her. One thing led to another and next thing she knew they were making out, and eventually it led to something else. Even when she found out that Corey was pregnant...she didn't want to stop. Besides, Chris didn't want to be a dad, and it'd be wrong to try to force himself into something like that. Corey and Chris were beyond the perfect couple in Cristal's opinion. Sure Mr. and Mrs. Hart didn't like Chris's smoking habits but they never really bothered Cristal before...well...until she had once found him passed out in her bathroom. That scared the crap out of her, but she tried to tell herself that was a one time thing. He wasn't really sick, was he? No, surely not another obstacle would jump in the way of her actually being with Chris for real. She had got pass Corey, she didn't know if Chris and his girlfriend had officially broke up or not...but as far as she was concerned, she was dating him. That's what she told herself. Even when they had sex, he had told her that he loved her. It might've been said in the moment, but Cristal believed it. She needed Chris, he was her drug...he and Melody were ultimately the most important people in her life. Back in highschool, when Cristal was dealing with her confusion about Oliver, she had loved Melody. She figured as a sister, but then Melody became just the most important person to her. The thought of Melody going away to college scared her, it made her more than depressed...it ultimately broke her heart that her Queen would choose Alexia over her. Chris made everything better though. He was her prince.

Chris was like a drug. A drug she couldn't quit. She didn't even care if his friends didn't like her. This included Serena. It wasn't until last night that she found out that the druggie had something against her. Well, whatever to her. Cristal didn't care if his friends didn't like her. She wasn't trying to please them.

She soon felt the chill slip over her body when he moved the covers. They shared a bed last night, and honestly after the events of last night, it was expected that she was exhausted as much as she had been. Her brows furrowed slightly from the cold, of course she needed blankets. She liked being comfortable, However she soon felt the warmth return. She lightly smiled in her sleep, before nuzzling her pillow once more. Perhaps she was having a good dream, but what sort of things did Cristal dream about? She saw herself standing in a room full of pink balloons, and she was wearing the fanciest pink dress lined with diamonds. She was like...a real princess, and a music box seemed to play lightly in the air. A number of people suddenly faded into the scene, Everyone she ever cared about was there, and everyone she didn't...well,they weren't. Even Chris was there. He had approached her and offered a kiss upon her cheek, bringing her to blush lightly. Though before she could say much to him, that's when she suddenly saw her parents. Typically her parents hardly ever made time for her...but they actually showed up for her birthday. And right when she moved up to hug her father, all of the sudden she heard this deathly sounding cough. Swiftly glanced over and there was Chris, doubled over, hacking up blood and this black stuff.

"Chris," she began, though stopped short when he suddenly busted, like a balloon that was suddenly popped with a needle. Except...it wasn't air or water that splattered everywhere. "CHRIS!"

Cristal was just lying there with her eyes widened.She wasn't saying much of anything, and in general wasn't sure how long had she been lying there. She sat up, and glanced over at the other side of the bed. It was empty. He already left, of course. Well, she didn't say much of anything to that. She brushed her hair back out of her face and climbed out of the bed, and pulled her robe on. She drew up her cellphone out of the pocket of her robe and checked her messages, and there was one from Trinity. She lightly grinned, before repying:

Trin <3
Hellz to the yes.

DidntSleepAlone;; Ali

That's right, she wasn't alone, and her dream meant nothing. Chris was fine, just like he said. She was over-reacting it was best if she just tried not to think about it. After all, she had so many other things to do. She had a job, and plus her birthday was coming. February 14th , Cristal Hart would be turning 22 years old, and once more she would only be a year from Melody. It just annoyed her that people said she didn't look it. Hell, she thought she looked as though she were in her twenties, and yet she had to constantly pull out her driver's license whenever she'd try to buy liquor. Her birthday, she was still trying to figure out what she'd do. Well, of course she knew that chances were that her daddy would most likely give her something big. Most likely to apologize for the fact that he was and her mother were going to miss this birthday too. The blonde pushed air from her lips and walked into the bathroom so she could shower and get dressed. She was wearing a black v neck shirt that dipped the right amount in her opinion with a ruffled collar that ruffled just above the sleeves. To go along with it, a layered sandy (browns, blacks and grays) colored plaided skirt that was short, but not so much that she had to constantly worry about someone seeing her underwear. To help herself stay warm, she had black leggings. Plus, she had pale-sand colored ankle boots. She slipped on her heart locket, which was a family tradition for the women to have lockets. She tugged on her jewelry accessories, such as a bracelet that had multiple thin chains lined with pearls and jewels, ribbons and stones.

Once she was down in the kitchen, she started snacking lightly on a breakfast bar that was supposed to help her carb wise, since Cristal did obsess over her physical appearance. she then sent a text message to Mercedes:

Cede xo

Do you take dreams
seriously? i had a
bad dream last night
&& i'm not sure if
i want to worry about
it.

NeedsReassurance;; Ali

Reassurance? All she needed was for Mercedes to tell her that she had nothing to worry about. She wanted to be able to live life without any real worries at all. Let everything come what may. Which is why as she snacked on her bar she stared at her phone as she debated whether or not she needed to send a certain text. Did she need to send one to Chris? Though, it'd be weird if she didn't...besides, deep in her secret heart of hearts she figured that they were technically "dating", she was just his toy wasn't she? "No, it's different," she told herself and suddenly texted to Chris:

Hey Sexii

Hey, I missed you this morning.
You should've woke me up or
something. Lol.

WishesIGot2KissUGoodBYE;; Cris

It was weird tagging her name that, but that's what he called her. He actually gave her a nickname. Despite her hypocricy towards girls with boy names, no matter how much she disliked the name, she figured she could let him calling her 'Cris' grow on her. It was cute anyways. Cris and Chris, the thought of it almost made her weakly laugh. Why was she acting this way? She didn't know...in a way she figured she technically won, and yet there was this eerie feeling she couldn't shake.

Mel <3

GOOD !! Morning
Hey. What's a secret
way to instantly feel
happy?

Huggles;; Ali

Melody was her bestfriend, she was at times the person who could pick her up emotionally with just a hug. She was the person who she believed was like her better half in a strange sense. She was the very girl that she loved to have approval from. The very girl who she honestly was nervous about voicing that she was had been trying to rekindle that thing she once had with Chris. that thing she had been desperately trying to forget about. It just seems so wrong, and yet so right at the same time. "I'm confused," she groaned. But of course she'd be, there's just never been a guy who treated her like Chris had. It felt real. Or is that just how it always felt? Was Cristal so desperate for affection that anything could look like that? "But he's so cute," she mused as she finished her bar. Though felt the pain of hunger still present. Maybe it wouldn't hurt to eat something...else? So she pushed herself up to her feet. Lately she had asked for her house keeper to come a bit later, just so she wouldn't have the awkwardness of Miss Rosita walking in on her and Chris just in case they happen to do something in the morning. Nothing big, but kisses, hugs, maybe a bath? The possibilities were endless. After all, Chris was a good catch, and Cristal figured she was as well. After all, she wasn't pregnant. However just as she was about to pour herself a bowl of cereal, all of the sudden she saw the image of what happened in her dream once more, causing her to drop the box. Suddenly she covered up her mouth, and sat down in the chair once more. She just had this feeling...this terrible feeling that she couldn't shake. And it scared her.

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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
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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

[t o d a y YESTERDAY]

She ran a hand through her hair before tossing a glance over her shoulder making sure no one saw her, that no one she knew was around. Her cheeks were flushed red with a mixture of emotions. The only reason why she had walked over to him was in hopes of being able to talk with him put everything behind them and out of her mind. Though, that’s not all that had happened. He had somehow managed to convince her that all she needed to do was get it out of her system, and she gave in. It was as simple as that. Blair didn’t put up a fight, didn’t protest, in fact, she had been inwardly longing for it. God, she knew it was wrong but it just felt so right. What was a girl like her supposed to do? But even if it were wrong, shouldn’t she have at least been happy in the slightest? This was what she had dreamed about as a child. Well, maybe not necessarily the same setting or the exact events that went down, but who she had been with. None of the cheerleaders or kids that hung out in that crowd would have ever guessed that happening back during junior year. In fact, she could barely believe it herself. It almost seemed like a fairy tale or at least a Disney movie, because in reality the high school music geek never gets with the football star.

As she started to walk back to her studio, reality slowly flooded over her. She ran a hand through her hair and tried to gather her nerves, or at least enough to get to the studio and tell her producer that she wasn’t feeling well. It would cost her studio time but it was worth it. At that moment in time, all she wanted to do was go back to her home, pull out the vodka that her friends had bought her for her birthday, and sit down at her New York concert grand. There was a party she was supposed to go that night but there was no way that she was going to be able to face Brad again. Pulling her sweater tighter around her, she kept her feet moving and angled her face down to the pavement in hopes of making herself invisible.


→ The Next Day ←

Her arm hung limply over the side of her bed, a shot glass sitting on her bedside table. As her eyes opened briefly, she quickly buried her face back into her pillow. Perhaps the three shots of vodka hadn’t been the smartest idea, though it had been rather appealing last night. If only her alcohol tolerance was normal for someone her age. For a moment she willed herself to go back to sleep, in hopes of sleeping off the slight hangover she was experiencing but, more importantly, to put off having to think about her actions for at least a couple of more hours. However, her body didn’t allow her any mercy and after a few minutes she gave up and forced herself to sit up. Blair immediately grew light headed but she forced herself to wait it out. Running a hand through her hair, she nearly fell out of bed when her phone started to vibrate against the wood of the top of her table. Immediately her hand shot out and flipped open her phone before quickly closing it once more just to make the annoying sound stop. The brunette tossed her phone to the foot of her bed before massaging her temples. ”I thought life was supposed to get better after high school.” She grumbled.

Letting out a sigh, she pushed herself up out of bed, grabbed the shot glass and exited her bedroom. Crossing the threshold of the living room she walked into the kitchen after also picking up the bottle of vodka that had been sitting on the key cover of her piano. She put away the alcohol, hoping that she wouldn’t need any more for the rest of the day if not the rest of the year. After placing her shot glass in the washing machine, the singer made her way to her bathroom and quickly turned on the shower, making sure to turn the hot tap as high as possible. Stepping out of her flannel pajama pants and taking off her white tank top, she stepped in the shower after tossing the clothes into the hamper. The scalding water immediately woke her up as it hit her skin, causing yesterday’s events to resurface in her mind…

Reaching out she hastily snatched up her pumice stone and started frantically scrubbing at her skin, as if in hopes that she would just be able to wash Brad and what they had done in his car down the drain. She vaguely remembered going through this same procedure a couple (if no several) times the night before. Blair stopped scrubbing for a second and looked down at the skin on her arms. They were bright red but she was unable to say if it were due to the water or the stone. Knowing that it was a possibility to rub skin raw, she reluctantly put the rock back in place. For just a few more minutes, she just allowed herself to stand underneath the water. All though she wished that she could just stay there all day, her producer had rebooked her studio time and there was no way she could skip after having bailed out early the day previously. Summoning enough will, she finally stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around herself and rung out her hair. She went through her usual daily routine to get ready for the day figuring it would be best to at least keep some normalcy in her life.

Eventually she finished by pulling on a light lavender sundress. Blair didn’t bother straightening her hair, and instead just left it to its normal waves. Grabbing a pair of shoes, she took a seat down on her bed once more and slid her feet into her ballet flats before noticing her cell phone that she had tossed at the foot of her bed earlier. Stretching forward she leaned forward and flipped it open before sitting back up. Her brows rose curiously as she saw that she had received a text from the last person she would have expected to her from, Kaiser. Though despite the surprise, she smiled. They were both completely different people but that had had some good times when she had hosted him in high school. The two of them hadn’t really talked lately, but it was a relationship she wouldn’t mind rekindling.


Hey Kaiser!
It has. I’ve missed you.
I’ve been focusing on music.
I’ve just recently got a record deal.
How about you? And yes,
I definitely think we should.
Just give me time and place.
Blair


After she sent the text, her phone took her immediately back to her inbox. Before she could close her phone, her eyes couldn’t help but catch sight of the second to last person to send her a text, Roiry. She had spent all last night and that morning to try and keep him out of her mind, to suppress the guilt she knew that she would feel. But if it were possible, perhaps by putting it off, the sudden rush of emotions was worst. How could she have cheated on Roiry? She loved him, that much she at least knew. And he was a great guy, more so than she deserved. Not to mention she had had a crush on him since high school. They had always gotten along, rarely fought. That’s when another sudden realization dawned upon her. There was a sharp intake of breath before she barely breathed, ”We had a date last night.” The brunette fell backwards on her bed and covered her face with her hands.

What was she going to do? She needed to tell him everything. After all, they were in a relationship and there weren’t supposed to be secrets in a relationship. You were supposed to tell your partner everything. But, if she told him, what would he think? Would he just immediately write her off, thinking that she was just another girl desperate for the touch of an attractive man? Well, that was partially true, but that wasn’t the point! She didn’t like Brad like she loved Roiry. Perhaps it would be best to just keep it a secret, pretend as if it never happened. No one would know. Brad wasn’t the type to go around bragging about it, was he? And he was the only other person who knew. But in all the movies, the girl never told her boyfriend and then in some strange and surprising twist of events, he figured out and he dumped her, hurt that she hadn’t told him in the first place. Would Roiry want to know? Would he want to know that she had given into their high school football star? Would Roiry think that now she was making a name for herself she was going to become the stereotypical hot shot? Because that wasn’t her. Blair didn’t want to be that girl. She loved her boyfriend and she knew that she didn’t want to lose him. But it just seemed that every time she was around Brad she lost her common sense and she just became a block of clay that he could easily manipulate. It was as if he could do the whole Jedi mind trick. All he had to do was tell her something and she believed it.

In her mind, it was official: Brad was a Jedi.

But Blair knew what she needed to do, she needed to tell Roiry. She at least owed him that much. Hesitantly, the brunette stared down at her phone before opening up a new message to Roiry:


Hey love!
I’m sorry about last night.
I got caught in the studio and
we’re not allowed to use cell
phones in there, and I just
ended up losing track of time.
Are you free today? You can come
over or we can go for a walk. I swear,
I’ll be there. I owe you dinner.
I love you. I don’t know what I’d do
without you. You’re too good for me.
Blair <3


She knew that she had just created an excuse for herself, but there was no way that she could have told him the truth over text and she needed to tell him something. Blair let out a small sigh. She inwardly swore to herself that she would tell him the truth. How could she live with herself if she didn’t?

First, she just needed to find the courage to do so.

[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 ♫

What a hell of a night this turned out to be. Everything was supposed to turn out differently, it was supposed to be a great night, but obviously it all went wrong. This is the reason why Hyori is Lying on her bed with her eyes wide opened, starring at the wall to her left looking absolutely upset. Hyori hated the fact that everything turned out to be one big disaster. She had other plans in mind of how the night was supposed to turn out. Like surprising her boyfriend by showing up at the party, seeing his face glow when he saw her, spending sometime with her friends catching up, spending sometime with him. Then after a long but nice night they would come home together, maybe even have some intimate and passionate sex. Which they haven’t had in a while, then after a long night falling asleep together in each others arm and on the same bed. But instead Hyori showed up to the party to find out her boyfriend was fighting with Chris. So Hyori tried to jump in and stop the fight only to wind up getting shoved by her own boyfriend. Isn’t life grand. But that wasn’t even the worst part or the thing that upset Hyori the most. What upset her was the fact that everything became awkward between them. They parted ways, no kiss no nothing and so Hyori came straight home while Justin decided to go elsewhere. When he did come home, he tried to apologize in what Hyori knew was Justin’s way of doing it but everything was ruined. There was nothing much that could’ve been done. Justin didn’t even try to get close to Hyori, no snuggling, no trying to make up, nothing. He just left her alone, never asking for forgiveness. Which by the way she had already forgave him. Nothing. Justin just left her alone in their bedroom as he decided to go and sleep in the guest bedroom. Leaving Hyori alone without any comforting or anything. Something Hyori hates the most. She felt as if it were two years ago when he first found out of her betrayal. He slept in the other room for the longest time not wanting to touch her or even sleep next to her, nothing at all. This brought back so many memories it made Hyori hurt, she wanted to cry and wished things were different. She felt horrible and wanted Justin to be here next t her. But instead Hyori would have to endure with sleeping alone for the night.

The rest of the night felt horrible, Hyori felt lonely and missed sleeping next to Justin. She was so used to his warmth and his body heat another reason why she always snuggled so closely to him. Hyori is always freezing and feeling cold while Justin is always the opposite of Hyori. He was warm and hot and always sweating or dying to be somewhere cool. But even when he’s hot Justin always spoiled Hyori and raised the heat for her or just snuggled next to her to make her feel warm. But not tonight, tonight things were different. Hyori was under the sheets wishing Justin were sleeping next to her. She had turned around a few times to touch Justin’s side of the bed in hopes of him having second thoughts about sleeping alone and coming back to join her. Yet every time she touched it the bed remained cold and untouched. Hyori missed Justin so much that she felt tempted to leave her own bed and go to him. But something told her not to, to stay away and give him some space tonight. Something Hyori found particularly hard to do since she missed Justin. His touch, his warmth, his embraces, his soft whispers near her ear and the sound of his breath. She missed everything about him and that’s what drove her crazy and made her wish she would be with him right now. But she knew he needed time and space. Time to think and to reflect, which was why Hyori left him alone for tonight.

Lately Hyori felt as if the two of them have been getting more and more distant from one another. Sure they lived together under the same room and shared a lot of things together but something felt amiss. It sure wasn’t their crazy hectic schedules and as much as it had made Hyori surprised and upset, how both their schedules turned out it wasn’t that that was tearing them apart. Ever since the reunion and seeing everyone from high school again Justin has been a little jumpy lately. As if he thinks Oliver might come back and take her away from him. Maybe the past is coming back to haunt them both which Hyori isn’t even sure of. But one thing is for sure, Hyori can’t blame Justin for feeling the way he does about his insecurities. Especially since it wasn’t him who cheated on her but the other way around and with the a drug dealer none the less. Which is one of the reasons why Justin hates Oliver so much. Hyori knew it was because of her that their trust was broken and their relationship took a toll. She ruined their relationship by cheating on Justin and hurting him the way she did. Even if she never meant to hurt him, that doesn’t mean she didn’t do it and it doesn‘t excuse Hyori from either. She knew that and excepted full responsibility for it but she feels like nothing will ever be the way it used to be. Hyori didn’t intend to cheat on Justin it just sort of happened. Life was tough for me at the time, I was constantly fighting with my dad and we had lots of issues going on. Justin didn’t have time for me then and never listened or paid attention, so a friend of mine introduced me to the drugs and that’s how I met Oliver. Oliver was cool, we talked and we hanged out a lot, but most of all I felt like he listened to me. Then one night things just got out of control and we had sex. At least he wasn’t my first but it was still bad. I felt guilty and horrible after, but the thing was I didn’t stop seeing him I kept seeing him and taking drugs. But she felt guilty every time she was with Justin and he told her the sweetest things. Things that were not true and made Hyori feel like s**t. That’s when the guilt started to eat her. Until she finally drew the courage to tell Justin everything. He was really upset at first and everything was pretty bad but he didn’t leave me and I was glad we continued our relationship. No one knew of our trust issues or my betrayal which I was grateful for. No except Blair knew of everything that had happened between us. She even tried to help me patch things up with Justin. So when we continued to date I tried to prove to Justin I was serious about being with him because I dumped the dealer and I dropped the drugs. But everything seemed to have gotten worse before it could ever get better. Hyori had to prove herself to Justin and that was nearly impossible to do. Hyori always felt like she would never get Justin’s trust no matter what she did. There was even a period where Justin’s stare was cold, his hand never touched her, his lips didn’t kiss her and every move he didn’t do made her feel more and more like s**t. There was even a time where she questioned why Justin was still with her. Even know Hyori has those thoughts of why Justin is still with her if it seems like he doesn’t want her anymore. But she knew it was because maybe he had some hope just like she did. Hopefully Hyori hoped she was right.

Even after two years of damage control, the the of them have come a long way and recuperated a bit. But sometimes Hyori still feels distant kind of like Justin was avoiding her. Which makes Hyori feel sad and lonely. This only made her think about Oliver even if she knew she shouldn’t. But sometimes Hyori couldn’t help the fact that she missed him. She missed those nights were they talked and had gone times and when he listened to her. “No.” Hyori told herself. “He is the past and you have moved on you don’t need him anymore. your better than that.” she tried to convince herself that everything was okay but sometimes she knew it wasn’t. But then again she does have a great boyfriend who forgave her, because most boys would’ve left her once they’ve found out she cheated on them. But not Justin. “and yet he’s always judging you with those eyes.” her mind told her. But Hyori shook her head. “no, that’s not true, Justin doesn’t do anymore. He’s changed.” she told herself as she took a deep breath and sighed. This was the constant battle Hyori found day in and day out. Hyori knew she was confused about both men and didn’t like it at all. She hated being in this confused state, it made her feel crazy. Besides Hyori hasn’t seen Oliver for years. So why should she expect to see him now. Its not like she plans on leaving everything behind including Justin to run into Oliver’s arms. That would be crazy. All Hyori needs to do is continue on with life and move on with Justin, fix everything so that she wouldn’t miss Oliver. It’s weird because even if she does miss Oliver Hyori can’t ever see herself leave Justin for him. She cared about Justin to much besides he was her boyfriend and she wasn’t going to hurt him like that again. She knew she couldn’t have both, that’s an impossible wish. “Hypocrite.” she told herself as she turned over the right side of the bed. Hyori knew she was wrong and hated the fact that she was in between two guys and that no one knew except for Blair which killed her. But sometimes it was good because Blair would always try to give Hyori the best advice she could manage even when she herself was in a similar situation as Hyori.

After a long time laying her bed just thinking and assuring herself she was completely awake, Hyori slid from under the covers and slipped on her warm bunny slippers. She heard the familiar scratchy noise that bandit made from his paws all over the wooden floor. Hyori smiled knowing Bandit had already beaten her to the punch line and woke Justin up. It did feel weird though. Not sleeping next to Justin, waking up from Bandits wet kisses and sniffing which tickled Hyori from time to time. Her train of thought was finally broken when she heard the familiar scrambling and rushing of two feet. It was Justin, hurring to gather his things so that he could take a shower and go to class. “Why didn’t he come to check up on me?” was Hyori first thought. “It’s not as if I’m a stranger I’m his girlfriend for crying out loud. He’s known me for more than two years.” these were the types of things that made upset Hyori the most. Sometimes Justin didn’t get it. Sometimes all Hyori wants is him and the assurance that he was there, that he loved her. But things were never that simple to Justin. He always thought there was some type of catch to things that were simple. Which made things even more complicated. Which is another one of their issues and is also something that is putting the distance between them. It’s amazing how Justin was just a few feet away from Hyori. But felt as if they were worlds apart, almost as if they never existed. Hyori couldn’t blame him especially since it was she who cheated on him. But damit when will things ever get better between them? When will he start trusting in her again? Hyori knew she made a mistake but damit she didn’t think she would have to pay for it the rest of her life.

Without another minute to spare Hyori walked over to her nightstand table that was next to the bed. She picked up her phone and decided she would see if any of her friends would like to meet up tonight.
She decided she would text Jane to see what she was up to and if she had of the same classes as her.
Hey Jane XD
Sorry bout refusing
Da ticket. Wuz really busy.
Hope u had fun with my bf <3 last nite.
Anyways wuz wondering
wut class you got 2day?
If not we could meet up later?
Let me know
Lots of love
~Yori~

After sending her message Hyori opened another new message and wrote a new one for Blair.

Hey gurlie
I miss ya and need u.
I feel so lost and confuzzeled.
Where were u last nite I
didn’t see u at da party.
Lots happened
Anyways hit me up when u have time
I wanna meet up and chill for a while.
Huggles <3
Ur bestie
~yori~

After sending the message Hyori decided she would hurry and get to the kitchen to make breakfast for Justin before he left. Besides she wanted to see him before he left for the day, who knows when she would see him after he left that door. Their schedules were crazy hectic and full so they barely have anytime with one another. Which was why Hyori tried to spend time with him a mush as possible. Besides yesterday was over and today was a new day, one she could use to her advantage to forget the night before and it’s awkwardness. She rushed to where the cabinets were to get some frying pans and then turned towards their refrigerator to get some ingredients. After that she turned on the stone and began to cook. She decided to make an easy dish of scrambled eggs, beacon and toast. Something quick simple and easy to make. It wouldn’t take too much time away from Justin and it would ready just in time before he came out of the shower all dressed up and ready to go. After Hyori finished cooking she hurried to set the table and put Justin dish down nice and ready to be eaten. Hopefully her attempt would get his attention even if it were for a quick second. Hyori waited for Justin to come out of the bathroom before cheerfully greating him with a “Morning sweetheart.” a quick peck on the lips and a warm smile on her face. Maybe this time he might see her effort and reward her for her hard work.

[midgetminion]

I'm sexy, I'm cute, I'm popular to boot...

...I'm bitchin', Great hair! The boys all love to stare!



•º°`°º•● Mercedes Jillian Secrets ●•º°`°º•




hate us cause we're beautiful, well we don't like you either


Last night was definitely was filled with surprises. Mercedes had no idea, that when she drove Trinity to the club, all of the drama that was going to unfold. First there was the Chris and Corey break up. Cedie had been telling Crystal the entire time that things would work out for her, and voila, they did! She just loved seeing happy endings- well, maybe it wasn't happy for everyone. Corey was the exception, but they both couldn't win. Besides, the cheerleader figured that the pregnant girl was better off finding a scene boy so they could go off and raise a little scene baby. Sure, that poor child would grow up into a world filled with tacky hair and make-up, but there was nothing that the prep could do about it. What she could do was go off and have fun herself. After dancing a bit, the girl recognized to of the jocks. You could say that the female always had a thing for them- even back in highschool. Before, you could say that she had a dating policy. She only went for guys who were athletic, built, and more always popular. After all, she was a cheerleader so it was expected, which was completely cool with her. The only problem was that all of her boyfriends wound up being jerks, especially the hunk. The only exception to her little criteria had been Qwerty Porter. He was like a cute little puppy dog, and really nice. She gave him a chance back in highschool, but wound up breaking it off with him at the end of her senior year. After all, she would be going to college- with more hunky guys- and she had cheering to focus on. The prep simply made up in her mind that things couldn't be.

That was in the past now, and the blonde easily got back to her old habits. Even when she went over to Tom and Kaiser at the club, she couldn't help but flirt with them. Asking if they danced with any cute girls. Of course she had been hinting at dancing with one of the jocks, yet that didn't wind up happening since she soon caught a whiff of something. Even though she could be a bit of a ditz at times, the girl knew her scents. So upon smelling Bradley's signature smell on the transfer student she couldn't help but mention it. “Hey, have you been dancing with Brad? You smell just like him.” Okay, so maybe she could have worded it better, but that was the first possibility that came to mind for him to smell like that. The chance that they simply wore the same fragrance didn't even occur to her. The blonde hadn't even realized that she made apparently made a joke, since Tom busted out laugh. A confused, and slightly awkward laugh was forced out as she tried picking out what part of her sentences were laughable. Maybe it was the dancing thing...Then Tom started talking about a charade and the cheerleader knew for a fact that she was utterly lost. People talking about Brad and Kaiser? What was going on here? It only because crystal clear once the weightlifter added the part about Rene being desperate to be with Brad, and that he needed to give up. Eyes widened with shock as she looked to the German, but that's when he started mentioning how it was a 'good one'. “Ohhh!” she said nodding he head as if she understood. Tom walked away, and Mercedes said to the transfer, “He sure does have a weird since of humor,” letting a single giggle intertwine with the comment prior to taking her leave.

The female went off to enjoy herself some more, mingling here and there. At one point of time hung out with Melody for a little while, yet wound up wondering what become of Trinity. Cedie knew that the girl took party-hard to a whole other level at times, so she wanted to make sure she didn't get herself in too much of an awkward situation. Besides, she was well aware of the fact that her friend was promiscuous. She didn't fully agree with that lifestyle, but figured it was that bad. As long as she was being protected. The last thing she wanted for any of her friends was to get pregnant. Mercedes had remembered seeing her with some girl with dark hair, who looked nice, so maybe the female wouldn't being guy hunting too much, but instead just making random friends. Too bad Cedie didn't know that Trinity actually was going to seduce the florist into a stairwell. Yet since the female was in the dark, she took her oblivious self to the dance floor, since it was one of her favorite things to do at parties. That and make out with hot guys- but that didn't make her a slut- at least not in her opinion. One of the hot guys that she found herself kissing actually happened to be Brad. She didn't expect it at first, but afterwords she wasn't complaining. It wasn't like she slept with him or anything, so she didn't consider herself breaking any friend-codes. She wasn't even sure if Melody was still interested in the football star. But just in case, the cheerleader opted not to tell the Melody about her lip adventure of the night. Plus, just before anything could get too steamy, the twenty-three year-old realized how late it was getting, and decided to meet back up with the slut. She couldn't find her around the club, and when she tried calling the dark haired girl, she never got an answer. This made the blonde extremely worried, but she had no choice but to drive home alone. She just hoped that her friend didn't get hurt. She didn't want her bestie getting a ride from some random guy- especially if she had been drinking. Everyone knew that getting in a guy's car drunk usually meant waking up in a strange bed with no panties.


¨‘°ºO •°o.O O.o°• ¨°o.O O.o°¨‘°ºO •°o.O O.o°• ¨°o.O O.o°• Oº°‘¨


Cedie had tried staying up to wait for a call from the slut, yet wound up falling asleep since her bed was just too comfortable not to snuggle up. The only reason the girl found herself waking up at nine o'clock on Sunday was because the sound of a sudden crash disturbed her slumber. Jerking forward, the blonde's pale blue eyes darted from left to right. A groan sounded, which lead the blonde to crawl out of her bed, slipping her feet into her white, fluffy slippers. Walking towards the main living area, the girl lightly hugged her bare arms, seeing as she only slept in a yellow tank and grey pajama pants that hung on her hips. “Helllooo?” she called out peaking around, yet the concern left her eyes as a disgusted look replaced it. Before her was her roommate, Sherril, in the livingroom, trying to pick up the books and pieces of the broken shelf. “It's not what it looks like,” the plus-sized girl claimed, swiftly pulling her hair out of the high ponytail, and hiding the feathery hair tie behind her back. “Eww, why are you sticking your icky, sweaty self in my uniform?!” she couldn't help but asked as she walked over there, survey the damage. “It's obviously too small for you, and the color does not compliment your pasty complexion.” Mercedes cringed, pushing some of her hair behind her ear. This was so not what she wanted to wake up too. Mainly because she now felt compelled to get that uniform dry cleaned. Sherril appeared more than embarrassed as she staggered off to the bathroom to take off the cheer uniform. “I totally need to buy one of the drawer lock thingies,” the prep mumbled to herself as she moved to the small kitchen area. She wasn't a maid, so she left the mess for her roommate to deal with, but instead, she took the time to check and see if there was anything good to eat. There wasn't anything particularly delicious, which is why she grabbed a banana from the fruit bowl off the counter. Pealing it, the female walked back towards her bed and grabbed her phone from the covers. Looking over it, she realized that she had new text messages. One from Trinity and the other from Crystal. Reading over them both, she was a slightly offended that Trinity was acting like nothing happened last night, but was equally confused at Crystal's question about dreams. The first one she replied to was Trinity's.


OMG, you don't know scared I
was! I thought you were hurt
or stolen away by a horny creeper.
Answer your cell next time or txt
me, but other than that, last night
was ubber fun. Thanks for asking!

(; Cedie


Yes, she was mad at the girl, but there was something about the female that made it hard for her to stay angry for too long. After that, she sent her reply to her younger friend, Crystal.

I do sometimes like, I heard
I do sometimes like, I heard
that dreams are your brains
way to say secret stuff to
your wake-self. But if it's a
bad dream, I'd be more careful.
I heard a girl once dream she
died, and she woke up dead irl!
What was it about? Please say
you didn't die in your dream

8O Cedie




.::T н є C н є є я ℓ є α ם є я::.



....

[Michirugurl]

xxxxxxxx☆ ☆ ☆ → αℓєxiα яσsє Bαℓ∂win

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»|| тнє нуρєяαcтινє яανєя ||«
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A groan emanated from under the covers that were piled on the bed. Nothing of the five foot five twenty year old could be seen, but the lump roughly in the middle of the bed indicated that she was indeed there. Not only that but her alarm was blaring in an annoyingly loud way. Numb by Linkin Park blared from the speakers of her alarm, in which her purple iPod nano sat innocently, it's screen dark. Another groan came from under the covers, as the song got louder. Alexia couldn’t deal with this, she was too sober to move. Not to mention her head was pounding like crazy almost as if a hammer was hitting her in her head. She new she was hung-over from last nights crazy party. It was a pretty damn good one too and Alex sure did enjoy it. But now the after affects of waking up from all that craziness was starting to kick in. The alarm clock was usually set to sound at this time because Alexia always had trouble getting up in the morning, which was why she always set her alarm to get progressively louder until she got up and turned the damn thing off. As she was musing about putting a pillow over her head in an attempt to block the noise out - it was futile, she knew, but she didn't care - the alarm got louder still. "I hate you," she mumbled at it, and a head of dark hair appeared from under the covers. Deep brown eyes glared angrily at the alarm, which on the other side of the room to make sure she actually got up. With another groan, Alex flung the covers to the floor and went over to her alarm, slamming her hand on it to turn it off. The silence that followed seemed to echo around the room, and Alexia's pout vanished with the noise. The room was a total bombsite - as always. It drove all her friends and roommates mad, since they could never find anything. But it was an organized mess -Alex knew where everything was. Well, almost everything anyway. Alexia wandered into the bathroom aimlessly, staring into the mirror above the sink. Her reflection looked the same as it did every morning - long dark hair sticking up madly and frizzing in a way that annoyed her greatly, eye sleepy, a vague expression on her face. But today it was horribly worse as she forgot to take off her makeup and clothes last night. So her makeup was all over her face, which made her look like a monkey drew all over her face. “Ugh.”she thought as she saw her reflection in the mirror. She didn’t want to get up, but she knew it was already morning and she had class as well.

Alexia splashed some water on her face and quickly did her hair into a messy bun. Alex decided to get herself dressed rather than walking around in her clothes. Normally Alex would just walk around the apartment in her Pj’s, which was weird for many people even her roommates. Valerie mumbled grumpily to herself as she undressed herself and got in the shower. Maybe after a nice splash all over her body Alex might feel better and get more energy to stay awake. The water was cold at first which definitely woke her up, but then it got warmer and she began rinsing her body and adding shampoo to her hair. After about 15 minutes Alex walked out of her bathroom with a towel tied around her body. She took a deep breath as she opened her wardrobe and stared hard at the contents. After a minute or two, she decided on a quick outfit. She was too lazy to look awesome. So she just wore a few things she found here and there so that she could out. The only thing she always wore was her bracelets, that’s what made Alex, Alex. After fixing herself up Alex decided to check her phone and see if she got any messages. And she got one from Chris, one of her good amigos. They were usually hanging smoking or partying it up, having the time of their lives. That’s how life should be, all fun. But last night was just too crazy. Alex couldn’t believe she saw Chris in not one but two fights last night. She tried to help him and stop him, maybe calm down but her attempt was effortless because he never paid her any mind and just got into trouble. Eventually the last fight between Justin and Chris turned out real bad because Chris got punched in the face. It was horrible and then Hyori jumped in to try and stop Justin just as Alex jumped in to get Chris away from the fight. This turned out okay after that Justin left with Hyori then Chris. So after that it was a clear sailing.

Alex was a little bum though; she saw the Melody from a distance and wanted to go an talk to her. But She left her alone and did her own things. Besides It wasn’t Alex who broke Melody’s heart. It was she who broke Alex’s heart and if she were to beg her back Alex would be the one to look pathetic. “I just need to show her." Alex told herself. She sure did miss her though. How could she not Alexia was completely head over heels for Melody. She thought they were the perfect couple, they had fun and they even lasted a whole year. Before Melody decided to break up with Alex. Supposedly it was all because Alex’s lifestyle wasn’t for her. Sure Alex loves to party but she also goes to school. Alex is actually in college right now trying to open her own nightclub, taking business management classes and what not. It wasn’t fair that melody judged her before she even got the chance to prove herself. Now Alexia has heard rumors about Melody trying to go after someone else. She sure does bounce back from relationships, which told Alex she never cared for her in the first place. But now the one who is heart broken and suffering is Alex and she doesn’t even know what to do. She wants to go back to Melody but she knows She is just not interested in Alex like she once was. It was hard to deal with let go, because Alex is still depressed. But she doesn’t show it, she tries to be overly happy all the time so that she wouldn’t worry anyone. That’s why Alexis gave her life to partying like no tomorrow. She uses it as her way to escape from reality and all her pain. It’s the only time she can actually have fun without thinking about anything else. She is grateful though because she had great friends like Selena Chris and Oliver and they always know how to make her better.

After checking her phone Alex decides to write on back to Chris. She loved the idea of hanging out on top of that free food and a good morning coffee which she really needed right now. Especially because her headache seemed to be getting worse. Thank God Alexi’s class isn’t until a little later. Or she would be toast; she has already missed a whole bunch of classes, which was beginning to take a toll on her grade.
That’s why she is trying so hard not to miss another class, no matter how badly she wants to.
The first message was for Chris:

Hey dude
Wasn’t that party rad last nite.
Totally luvd it but now suffering
consequences X_X
Anyways I’m up for sum breakfast
I’m super starving
And I really need that coffee cuz it
Might do sum good 4 my headache.
See u in a bit
Praty-freak
Alex
Is out!

After sending the message to Chris Alex decided to write one to her best friend Selena. She was dying to see her and talk to her so she hoped they could have some time to hang out and talk today. She opened a new message and began writing a text for Serena:

Hey Chicka!
Hows my crazy a** girl doin!?
I needs 2 c u soon so let me kno when u got time.
I’m going 2 meet up Chris @ work
2 hang for a bit, chill and get this headache out
try to come if you can.
It’d b good 4 us to hang 4 a bit
Since we haven’t done that in a while.
Well let me know!
Praty-freak
Alex
Is out!

After her message to Selena Alex looked at her phone and she scrolled down the list of contact and stopped when she saw melody’s name. Alex was tempted to text her and see what she was up to, by why bring up the past. Wasn’t alex trying to get over her anyways, so why make things worse? Instead Alex closed her phone and got ready to head out. She was ready for that nice breakfast and a nice good coffee.

After a few minutes Alex had arrived at the café ready to eat and see all her friends. She waited outside a little before going in hopes that someone would show up and joined her to go inside. Instead of going inside all by herself. While Alex waited she took out a cigarette and almost placed it between her lips when she remembered she hadn’t eaten anything. So the cigarette would probably make her headache worse and her empty stomach would hate her. Alexia sighed she wanted her cigarette but knew she would have to wait. Right after Alex eats she would have her cigarette. Alex but the cigarette in her pocket and decided to enter the little café. “Hey Chris what’s up? Are you okay from last night?” she asked a little worried hoping the punch he got didn’t cut him or anything. Maybe leave a bruise but nothing serious or visible. After that Alex took her seat near the window, placing one foot on the chair she was sitting on and resting her chin on it while the other one was on the floor. “I’m ready for my breakfast!!!! Cuz I am so totally super starving! Ow!” she forgot she couldn’t talk to loud. Her headache was killing her. “On second thought maybe serve me my coffee first. I need to get rid of this damn headache.” After that Alex just sat in her seat with her hand on her head hoping she would feel better before the next party. Which would be tonight after the football game.

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[harpooons]

there was nothing special about the party, really. Oliver could hear the even, low beats of the music playing from inside the club. He could see the lights flashing and pounding against the windows, as if they wanted to escape and light up the night sky with their magnificence. He could see the mesh of bodies, hands up, heads bobbing, hips swaying, not a care in the world. Nothing could reach them there. There was only the smell of sweat and bodies and music for them right now, and nothing to worry about other than if they had money for another drink, or if they looked cute enough to be taken home with someone who was looking for a little bit of love.

but some, the ones Oliver liked, worried about whether or not they had enough money to buy drugs, the exact thing he supplied. Back in high school, even though he'd always been a little bit of a deliberate loner, everyone knew that he was the one with the supply of whatever you needed. He would be rich right now, from all the business he got. Would be, if he didn't have to help pay medical bills for his aunt. But really, that didn't bother him too much. He owed his aunt, and this was a way to pay her back. Keep her alive. That was all he needed to do until she got better, and then he would have money. Or maybe he'd stop selling. It wasn't like Oliver enjoyed breaking the law. Although, it was fun pissing off the cops.

his fingertips reached upwards as he stretched, as if they were trying to brush the night sky. His shirt revealed just the tiniest bit of his waist and toned torso. He came down from stretching then and leaned back against the wall behind him, painted with graffiti and rust and gum and everything else an alley wall would be littered with. The city was lively and bustling tonight, the last late night of the week. Only a few had stopped to see him, just his regulars. Oliver's face was lit up with a pale blue glow as he checked his phone, looking at the time. It was almost two: he should be getting home soon. Not many people would come now, because they'd be busy getting home themselves or partying for just a little bit longer. Everyone usually came earlier, around eleven or twelve.

with a sigh, Oliver pushed himself away from the wall and tugged his hood back over his head. He blended into the crowd, just another faceless, nameless guy getting back home.


- - -


there was a form underneath the thick blankets and sheets, sprawled and snoring lightly. Oliver's hair covered most of his face, and the blankets covered the rest, shielding him from unwelcome sunlight intruding even through the blinds. The phone on his bedside table vibrated, but that wasn't enough to startle Oliver from sleep. No, it was the ringing that awakened him. His eyes opened lazily and they slid to the touch-screen on his table, something he'd splurged on only because he had to use his money for something other than freakin' medical bills. Oliver didn't answer it at first, but then he reached out and grabbed it, pressing it to his ear and closing his eyes.
"Hello?" He hadn't bothered to check the I.D. - this could be anyone.
"Olly! Where the hell were you last night? Uhhm, I thought we had dinner plans?" A voice squeaked at him, far too shrill and loud for the early hours of the morning. He pulled the phone away from his ear to check the time and separate himself from that voice - Nine. Jesus, nine. He pressed the phone back to his ear and licked his lips.
"Oh," he answered, yawning. It was Felicia: he gave her drugs and she gave him sex. But she seemed to have this strange idea in her head that they were dating, more than business partners.
"Oh?! What the f*ck, Oliver! You were-" He sighed and pulled the phone away again, hanging up. She'd probably call later, but he'd just ignore it. He was a little bit sick of her, anyway.

he rubbed his eyes and flipped through his phone, a text message catching his eye. He read it quickly, his eyes scanning over the words, taking them in much faster than he could ever speak them. Expression never changing, just the same tired stare, he typed out a reply.

!!
its NINE.
auuuggghhh, christopherrrr, it's niiiiinnnneee!
i hate it.
alright, well, maybe i will come.
at least foods free that way.
ill be there in a few.
(oliver)

laying there for a few more minutes, Oliver groaned and sat up, pushing the blankets from his body. He shivered against the cold that filled his room, his toes scrunching up against the carpet. It wasn't lush or any type of carpet that you'd find in a mansion, but it was his, and that was all that mattered. He walked to the bathroom and stopped only briefly to grab clothes from his dresser, and then he went to the shower, craving the feel of warm water against his skin. The unnatural rain pounded against his shoulders and head, and the drops slid down his body, cleaning away any dirt and grime that was hidden in his flesh. It was all so refreshing, like extra sleep, and let him zone out. Or rather, zone out more than he usually did.

he shut the water off, stepped out of the shower, and dressed after drying off. His hair stuck to his face, even longer than normal because the strands were wet. He brushed it and left it to dry, and then brushed his teeth, the motions of it all almost hypnotizing. Brush, spit, brush, spit, brush, spit, swish, spit. He swiped his hand over the light switch on his way out, the feel of the carpet now muted against his sock covered feet. He didn't bother to grab coffee or food or money. Oliver put his phone into his pocket, slipped his feet into his shoes and then pulled up the back of them around his heel, and locked the door on his way out. His apartment wasn't horrible, but it wasn't as nice as some, and he couldn't risk having anything stolen or gone through. There were too many secrets, too many things that could get him in trouble.

his shadow was the only other thing he encountered while walking down the halls and down the steps. So he was slightly overwhelmed when he got outside, and the sun practically smacked him in the face. There was the blended woosh of the cars rushing down the road, getting to where ever they were going. It always seemed too fast to Oliver. Everything about this day and age. Go faster, go faster, there's too little time. It annoyed him. That was partially why he always seemed so sluggish: because he hated the speed of everything. His car beeped and flashed when he unlocked it, and the door slammed shut after he got in, like it was trying to swallow him. Music filled up the silence, and Oliver mouthed the words as he drove, checking over his shoulder while he backed out of the parking lot of his apartment complex.

the drive was short and easy. He probably could have walked, but he hated walking. Too much energy, and besides, it was chilly outside, not exactly the best day for a walk, no matter how little. It took him only about five minutes to get to the cafe where Chris worked, and Oliver's stomach growled with the anticipation and desire of food and heavenly caffeinated beverages. His car beeped and flashed again, but this time he locked it, and he slid his keys into his pocket, swinging open the door with his other arm. Oliver was greeted with the smell of breakfast: sugary things, greasy things, coffee and tea. He yawned, brushing his hair - still a little damp but dry for the most part - out of his eyes, and then went and sat down where he saw, or rather heard, Alex. He didn't say hello, but she knew he was like that. She shouldn't be offended.
"Yeah, dude, coffee. Like, asap." He said sleepily, making his voice loud enough for Chris to hear, and he said it through another yawn. He rested his head against his hand, and then with his other he rubbed one eye. For now, until he had food and that wonderful energizing liquid gold they called coffee, he wouldn't be much entertainment. But Alex could be, and Serena might, too. Oliver blinked his eyes lazily and, after another grumble from his stomach, was reminded that he needed food, too.
"Oh, and pancakes. No... waffles. Er... yeah. Lots of em."

ɑ n d x ι x c ɑ n ` т x s т o p x т н ι n k ι n g
shhit'sasecretɑ b o u т x н o w x ʏ o u x м o v e, x b ɑ b ʏ ✰ ✰

[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 •

Pursing his lips slightly, Chris gazed at the customers coming and going. All doing something eventful this day. What the hell was he doing today? Some lame a** party again? He frowned and crossed his arms. He better not be seeing Justin there, or he wouldn't know what he'd do to him. They got an equal amount of swings at each other before they were pulled off from another, but still. Chris was pissed off. He's never been the type to have brawls all the time, or fight much with anyone really. It was kind of fun and funny once he ran it through his head again. Whose b***h was he anyways? It bothered him, no matter how much he told himself it didn't. He shook his head to himself, as he made a customer's coffee. He didn't want to think about it. He hated thinking. It was such a waste of time. He wished he had a clear head, but of course not. He had to be damned with a overworking head. The wheels and gears always turning, making up new things to ponder about. Handing a middle aged man his coffee, Chris murmured, "Here's your coffee. Have a nice day." The man left briskly, and Chris brought his hand up to his chin. Something about him reminded him about his dad. Not that he knew the man, of course he didn't. Just from pictures. All business, and no time for anything but work.

He really hated those kind of guys. Chris's mind turned gears once again, and thought about how life would be if he had his dad in his life. One thing was for sure, he would never try to find him. If his dad found him, ******** him. He wouldn't acknowledge that he's his dad. It wasn't like he was going to go looking for him anyways. That only happened in movies, not real life. Then again, his life was turning out to be some sort of drama show like Day's of Our Lives. God, he wouldn't be surprised if his doctor randomly is best friends with his dad, but tries to blackmail him by killing his son. As if that would really happened. Chris scoffed to himself, hating how his mind really got out of hand. He had quite the imagination when he was bored. And why didn't he at least have one cig before work? His hands were shaking so bad, even the old man noticed. He just needed a cigarette. Like really, he did need it. He knew on his next break he'd have to go outside and have a couple to survive through the day. Or whenever it was slow, he'd just excuse himself through the back doors. He looked down at his hands for a little while before rubbing them together and shoving them in his pockets. Chris hated seeing his shaky hands. It just reminded him even more about the hospital, about his weakness. How did it get out of control for him?

Feeling a vibration, he surveyed the cafe. The owner was talking to the regulars, and Tabby, a co-worker, was fine working by herself at the front. He took out his cellphone and checked who had texted him. Seemed that he had missed a couple while he had been making cups of coffee, and working at the register. First one was from Cristal and he had to smile. Just thinking about her perfect face made his heart race a little bit faster, and he meant that in the least corniest way possible. He liked the idea of him being her prince. Corey was always so sure of herself, so dependent. He liked having Cristal since he knew she actually wanted to feel protected, and he'd do that just well. Chris was just unsure if he wanted anything deep with her. Sure, he did mention those three words that he had just been pondering about over Corey. Maybe he was thinking of Corey. No, that possibly couldn't be. He knew all his attention was on Cristal. How could someone think of anyone else when you're with a girl like Cristal? Yes, she's kind of a ditz but she had some of her own great qualities. ... Like in bed, Chris couldn't help but think with a light smirk. He began writing out a reply to Cristal.

Hey babe<3 Sorry, you just looked too cute in your sleep.(; I don't work too much today. Maybe we can have some lunch after work if you're not too busy? »»love,Chris.

So maybe he was kind of leading her on, with the whole 'babe', and 'love' crap but hey, he already started with it all, why not just go with the flow of it all. It doesn't hurt anyone, since it wasn't like Chris was seeing some other girl... yet. He often toyed the idea of other girls. He had been only sleeping with the same two girls for the past, ooooh, many years. He felt like he was missing out on a lot. Of course Cristal wasn't doing anything wrong per say, he just wanted to experience other women too. Call him selfish, call him hungry for sex. Either way, it was kind of true. Scrolling through his other missed texts, he caught Alexia's text and figured he didn't have to write back. He'd be seeing her soon anyways. Then a text from Oliver, almost laughing. His buddy was lazy in a way. They were alike in some ways, but sometimes the man just pissed him off. Sure they were, and are, good friends but it just seemed that every girl he wanted, Oliver already had. Cristal, check. Serena, check. Ah yes, Serena. Surprised? Shouldn't be! She's his best friend. Of course he'd want more. He was just a boy after all. He toyed with the idea of Trinity as well, but didn't let him wish for too long. He knew her standards were pretty high, and he knew he could do the job of any other guy twice as better but still. He admits, she kind of intimidates him. So hot, yet so hard to get. And Chris wasn't really the type for games of catch-me-if-you-can.

As he was cleaning up one of the tables, Chris heard the door bell jingle and looked up, seeing Alexia come in. "Oh hey Alex! Yeah, don't worry about it," Chris grinned. Finally, some company! He always stuck up for Alex in high school, and he knew that that would never change. He kind of viewed Alex as his little sister, just since they've been friends for a while, and he knew that she leaned towards liking girls. And he was totally fine with that, whatever made her happy. He was just about to voice his opinion about her headache, saying that he had a killer headache himself but Oliver came in on that moment and he lost his train of thought. He just shook his head slightly with a little laugh. "[******** you guys! Like I'm really gonna make your crap," he grinned, letting them know he was just playing around. But it wasn't like he was really going to make it anyways. He'd just make the Tabby girl make it. So he left them be to go get their things. In a matter of minutes, he returned with his co-worker. She was carrying Oliver's plate with waffles and his cup of coffee. Chris gave Alex her coffee and her favourite kind of muffin. He sat down with them, leaving Tabby to do the rest of his work. He was quite the lazy and commanding one at work. Tabby didn't seem to mind too much.

"So... you guys happy with what you got? Better be, it's free." Chris leaned back with an easygoing smile, stretching out his arms for a second. "Wanna grab a smoke after you're done eating? I haven't had one all morning," he asked Oliver and Alexia, glancing at them both, hiding his hands underneath the table. He didn't want to appear 'weak' to them. They didn't know of his hospital episode. The only people that do know was Cristal and Serena... Unless they told someone. Which he highly doubted but still. Oliver and Serena still seemed super close, which kind of bugged the crap out of him. Sure they're all friends but he had no idea if Oliver and Serena were still sleeping together. Back in high school it was just so obvious. Now? He wasn't so sure. Still, he wanted her bad. Even if she did things with his buddy.

• 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 •

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"Justin Elliott Knight"
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It was inside of the shower that he found himself wondering if he was going about this the wrong way? Of course it would've been different if all of this had happened to someone else and he was just the one giving the advice. It would've been easy for him to tell the party that you can't fix a negative situation by ignoring it, but with something positive. But he wasn't the one giving the adivce, so he found himself doubting his own optimism. But still, he wasn't mad at Hyori. Why would he be? He was mad at himself. Last night, he didn't think he deserved to sleep beside her. He didn't think that he deserved to hug her as though she were his human pillow and breathe in the scent of her hair. He felt as though he deserved to be punished, but feared the ultimate one. Rejection. He feared what his mind told him she was most likely thinking when she left the party early, or when he stammered out his apology the multiple times that he had attempted apologizing. He was sorry, that was true. But why was he going about it this way? Why was he so mad at himself? It wasn't like he punched her, no that was Chris. Maybe it was the fact that he was able to get so angry that he would do so? It was that anger that he had felt before when the sadness of her unfaithfulness had left him and all he was left with was anger. At first he blamed Oliver for leading her own, for meddling in affairs that didn't concern him. there was no way in hell that Oliver hadn't known that Hyori and Justin were dating. Everyone knew. So at that point, when he didn't want to yell at her, or yell at himself, he wanted to beat the s**t out Oliver until he couldn't move anymore.

Justin simply suppressed the feeling and never told anyone about it. Just the sight of Oliver made the feeling want to come back...and now apparently the sight of Chris as well. What if he winds up hurting her one day? He was just standing in the shower now. Just standing there as that thought dawned on him. The last thing he wanted was to hurt her. She could make a pincushion out of his heart for all he cared, but the thought of actually hurting her? He didn't want to go to school today, but knew he needed to. He only had one class, thank God. This just wasn't the way he wanted to start his day. This wasn't the way he liked leaving. He liked them leaving on good terms, just as he liked them going to bed on such. "We were su'posed ta make-up," he mused lightly; because of how in the morning it had been, Justin's southern accent dragged on. Now, he wasn't like a country hick or anything, but hints of it never exactly left him. Now don't get him wrong, he hated his accent and thought there was nothing cool about it. Sure he could sound like a southern gentleman if he wanted to, but still he didn't feel there was anything exotic about the south or even the stereotypes that went with it. A number of his classmates have actually made Tennessee jokes. Sometimes he tries to hide it. At school, when it came to acting, he could hide it a bit, and he figured with him living in New York for the number of years its been, that he would've lost it by now. But he hadn't.

After he finished showering and washing his hair; with his towel wrapped around his waist, he moved over to the sink, and started shaving, just to make sure that his face was completely smooth and presentable. The last thing he wanted were comments on how rough his life must've been. People looked at you, and they judged. He knew this. So he made sure that he was presentable and smelled very clean. Once that was done, he dressed himself in a long sleeved gray shirt underneath a white-and-blue-and-black striped polo. In hand he had a dark blue zip-up hoodie, though hadn't put it on yet. Winter. Justin absolutely hated winter, sometimes he felt in aw towards the fact that there was actually snow here in New York, but on a whole...he didn't really like winter. He'd prefer not needing to wear layers of clothing. He just didn't consider under fourty degrees hot. Which was strange, since when it came to sleeping at night, he liked being cold. But weather? Nah, he preferred it hot. Though of course he wasn't wearing layers of pants, that'd be ridiculous. No, instead he was wearing a simple pair of dark gray cargo styled pants, and black sneakers. If he was dressed terribly, then he figured that Hyori would tell him, and not let him leave the house until he changed. Was it terrible that he wanted to marry her? Sure he questioned himself now, but the thought was still there. Hell, he was ready to marry her years ago...

She was an actress, of course the more she moves up in her career that more on-screen lovers she would have. He just needed to learn how to trust her better. Chances were she didn't even see Oliver anymore. Maybe if Justin were lucky the guy was in jail somewhere getting analed? He checked his cellphone, no messages. Someone once told Justin that when it came to being a doctor, you needed to make sure that your relationships were strong...since there was going to come a time when it would be very difficult to do things like dates. A time when he'd have to be more of a night owl, and hope she simply understood. Hopefully he could get more morning shifts so they could still have their nights together? The key-word hopefully.

As he was leaving the bathroom, he lightly hummed to himself, though looked quite surprised when he opened the door to see Hyori standing there. Well, this was definitely a turn of events. She greeted him quite cheerfully and even kissed him, which ultimately brought a smile to come to his lips. "Now, that's not fair, Ri. Makin' it so I don't have the chance ta kiss you back," he spoke up, before wrapping his arms around her, though unfortunately still had his hands full. One, with the hoodie he was about to put on, and the other with the clothes that he had slept in the night before (that he was just about to put in the dirty clothes hamper to be washed, but was stopped). Of course Justin let the arm with the clean hoodie be the one closest to her. And he leaned down and kissed her, it was still a simple kiss, aka no tongue, but he held it just longer than a few seconds before pulling back. It was weird...he didn't feel nearly as awkward as he had earlier. Though the feeling did still linger in the back of his mind, but if she was trying this hard to get them past last night, then he should work harder as well. "I love you...y'know that, right?" However almost instantly he caught scent of the smell of the food that she had prepared. He was about to tell her that he didn't mind cooking. Sure he had to do it constantly at his part-time job (to help pay off some of his tutition), but he liked cooking. Though he didn't mention it. Instead he looked at her quite simply and stated, "Is there anythin' you can't do? I swear, you're perfect; lemme guess, you can whistle too?"

He knew she wasn't perfect. Of course he knew, but what kind of jerk would he be to mention something like that? Besides, he did actually know of people who couldn't find any fault in her. His parents to be exact. They were constantly trying to invite him and Hyori over for dinner, but it simply kept conflicting with their schedules, which is why Justin didn't mention them to her. He didn't want her to be disappointed or blame herself. After all, it's just dinner with his parents, what was special about that? It was strange, if they knew that she had cheated on him...in the way the she had, they probably wouldn't support the relationship at all. If anyone known. He still didn't see why he went on with this. Maybe because he did love her, and he did want to forgive her, so for the time being he'd just suppress everything again. Currently he was the one in trouble, not her. He's the one who pushed her. It was just good to know that he was allowed to have physical contact with her. He was afraid she was afraid of him. Justin then moved past her so he could put his old clothes in the little hamper so he could take care of them after he got back from class. And continued hold onto the hoodie as he moved to the kitchen, and saw how she had set up the table and everything for the two of them. His eyes trailed over towards his watch. He supposed he had time to eat with her. Of course he needed to, this was the point when they weren't actually insanely busy. So he took a seat and looked at everything. Now he was going to have to think of a way to top all of this...but what? The proposal came to mind, but he pushed it away. Too dramatic, but still, he needed to do something. She actually took the first step. He lightly mumbled a prayer, before picking up one of the strips of bacon.

"So, what's on the agenda for today?" he suddenly asked, "School or just the movie or a combination of both?" He wanted to do something for her, possibly a surprise even. Typically he brought her lunch, at least every now and then, when he had the chance. But today he wanted to do something different. Something to show that he wasn't violent, that he was sorry for last night. Then that's when something dawned on him, well or more so he happened to catch sight of the calendar, bringing him to furrow his brows slightly, and then blink."Today's not Monday...is it?" Have you ever had one of those days where because of some crazy event your internal schedule wound up getting all screwed up? Well, that's what happened to Justin. He, after all, was so used to going to class and school or doing last minute research to prepare him for tests or projects or homework that for him, weekends felt like a rarity. Though it honestly did bring a bit of a chuckle to his lips. "Well what do you know..." he lightly mused.

((Ah, I was going to save the end part for my next post, but I figured it might go ahead and give you more to reply to. -nods- ))

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[xAscoldrainfalls]

тнє qυєєи вєє

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

Melody had been eager for this party. She heard about it a while back and she knew that she was going. She had that s**t marked down so she couldn’t plan anything for that night. She heard that a lot of people were going, therefore so was she. Not to mention that her partner that she had been working with, Kaiser, was going as well. She honestly didn’t go to THAT many parties. She couldn’t really handle that many parties. Well with work and all, she needed to sleep sometimes to make sure that she looked her best. This was the first party that she had gone to in a long while. She planned to go all out. Err, at least just have fun. She had her outfit planned out. She was able to ROCK it of course. She expected nothing less. She was a model for Christ’s sakes; of course she always looked good. She knew how to show enough skin while making it so she doesn’t look skanky. She went to this party, full intention to live up to what she needed to live up to. She arrived fashionably late, of course. She automatically knew people that were there. Aside from some of her other friends that she had been friends with for a while now, but some others that she had met in the process of modeling. She automatically started having fun at this party. She started drinking a little earlier than she probably should have, but she was in New York, she was going to party.

In the process of enjoying the party, Melody had gotten completely s**t faced. This was to be expected. She was dancing with people she had NO clue who they were. She was dancing with people who she would never have even talked to due to social status. Just, she was making most of her night. It didn’t help that she was completely wasted. She was dancing her heart out, some of it would not have been appropriate in public, but it was a party and she was beyond gone, it didn’t matter. She had bumped into a few of her good friends, but she was didn’t actually stay with them. It was a damn good thing that she didn’t drive. Hell! She owned two VERY nice vehicles, but she rarely ever drove them, only when the photo shoots were done out of town is when she would drive them. When they were in town, due to the traffic, she didn’t even bother to drive. She just caught a taxi and went where she needed to go. She was definitely one of the last ones to leave this place, only because she was having so much fun. The next morning, she wouldn’t remember much of anything that happened, all she would try to remember is if she had fun or not. Of course depending on her hangover, she would be able to tell how much fun she had. When the night came to a close, she was sad that her fun was over, but she had to admit that she was happy to go home and be able to sleep.

♠ ♣ ♥ ♦

Let’s just say that Little Ol’ Melody had one hell of a time the night before. She didn’t have to be in for her photo shoot till later in the morning, but for some reason after six hours of sleep, she was up. She woke up on her own and the light that had been coming through the blinds, well goddamn. If she could have turned the sun off, she would have turned it off without hesitation. She stumbled out of her bed and then shut the blinds. It didn’t make THAT much difference, but enough that she could somewhat open her eyes. She looked at the room through very small slits in her eyes and then immediately looked around and located a pair of sunglasses on her dresser… or night stand… or vanity… wherever the hell she got her sunglasses from, she didn’t care. She put them on and was able to open her eyes all the way finally. She didn’t give a crap. She realized that she wasn’t wearing anything, and it was kind of cold. She grabbed one of her robes and then quickly put it on. It didn’t faze her that she was naked, she was used to it. The door to her room was already opened, so she just waltzed right through it and went to the bathroom to get some medicine to start trying to make her headache go away. She popped three Tylenol’s into her mouth and ran them down with some water. She took a seat on the edge of the bathtub and went about starting up a bath.

A bath in the morning? Yeah. That’s how she did. She started running the bath water, keeping her hand under the running water until it was warm enough. When she was satisfied, she put the tub stopper over the drain and poured some of the bubbles (Vanilla scent, I might add) and then walked out of the room. She had a few more things that she was going to do before she hopped into her nice hot bath. She went to the kitchen and started her coffee machine. She knew that the coffee would somewhat help the headache go away. She got that all started and then went back to the bathroom to check on the water. Seeing that it wasn’t quite full yet, she went to her room. She grabbed her laptop and her phone and went back to the bathroom. She set her laptop on a cart thing that she had in there for all her hair and make up stuff and started it up. She peered over her shoulder to see that the bath was pretty much full. She turned the water off and then went back to what she was doing. She set her phone down on the toilet seat and then went out to the kitchen and waited for her coffee to be done. While waiting, she pulled out one of the biggest coffee cups she had and set it on the counter. She was one of the few people that she knew that could actually drink coffee black.

When the coffee was finished, she poured herself a cup all the way up until it was about to spill. She leaned over and took a big sip from the cup. When it looked like she could pick the cup up and not spill anything, she picked it up and then took it back to the bathroom. She left the door wide open in case anyone decided to drop by… but she knew that the odds of that happening were very slim, which didn’t bother her. She went back to the bathroom and messed with her computer before getting into the bath. She started playing one of her many playlists on her computer and when she felt comfortable enough she took her robe off and hopped into the bathtub. She took a ponytail holder off her wrist and then pulled her hair up into a messy bun. She sank down until the water touched the bottom of her jaw. The water was very warm and relaxing. Yeah, she still had her sunglasses on, but she didn’t care. She closed her eyes and then just listened to the music. She wasn’t thinking of much of anything that is until her phone went off. The ringer sounded a lot louder than normal. She scrunched her face a little and plugged her ears with her fingers until the room went quiet, aside from her laptop’s music. She sat up a little and grabbed one of the towels that was on the floor from the day before and she dried off her hands and then grabbed her phone. She hung over the side of the bathtub as she read and replied to the text. She grinned when she saw that it was Kaiser, him and his beautiful self.

Well I could always have my manager change
out the guy that I was supposed to shoot with
today. I’d much rather shoot with you. Would
you be free for that?
xo Mel

She sent the text off to her foreign friend. She thought he was absolutely gorgeous. He wanted to model with her soon? She was going to make sure that it happened. She had been eyeing him as of late. He was very good looking AND he was a model. What more could you want? Although she DID have her eye on him, she also had been checking out The Dare-Devil. With his bad boy self, it was just a major turn on for her. When she had sent the text message off, she decided to stay where she was and check up on her things online. In the process, she got yet another text message. She grabbed her phone and then read the message over. It was from Trinity. The message made her grin a little. Apparently she had a good night at the party. She really didn’t remember anything from the night before, but apparently she was there. Her history with Trin wasn’t all that great. When she admitted to what she did though, Melody felt that she had absolutely no reason to even hold anything against the female, especially since the STD rumor that she had started back in high school had blown over now. As she was about to answer that message, she got another text. It made her jump slightly, but she went and ignored that message and went back to the message from Trin.

Hahah girl, I woke up with a hang over like
no other and don’t remember a thing from
last night... I had a damn good time ;]
xo Mel

She sent that text of and went straight to the other one. This wasn’t anything out of the ordinary. She opened the text and then smiled brightly. Cristal! She loved that little lady. Sure, she was like a miniature her, but that chikky was awesome. Best Friend. Sure, they had a bit of a fall out when Melody graduated, but they got back together. Well, not in THAT fashion, but they rekindled their friendship. Cristal always seemed to want Melody’s approval for everything, personally… Melody liked it that way. They may not have been in high school anymore, but she still was the Queen Bee. She will always be the Queen-Bee. She couldn’t help but to have that smile plastered on her face while reading over the message. She was quick about a response.

Hahaha I can think of a few ways… Like
lunch and a hug from a very pretty lady
such as someone like you ;D So what
do you say chikky? Lunch and a hug?
xo Mel

She sent the message off and turned the ringer down on her phone some, then set her phone back on the floor. She looked at the time on her computer and then went back to her bath. She went to the way that she was before, sunken into the water enough to where her chin was resting on the bubbles. She took a deep breath and then felt like it was about time to get ready for her day… but she didn’t really want to move and she just wanted to sit there and relax. Her headache was starting to die down, so things weren’t going to be as bad as she thought they would. She grabbed her coffee cup and took a sip of the strong beverage. It was starting to cool down… as well as her bath. She worked on finishing up her coffee cup and when she did, she pulled the plug on the drain and then sat in the bathtub as the water drained. When the water was about gone, she got up and then stepped out of the bathtub. She closed the curtain to the bathtub and then started the shower up. She went to the mirror and took her sunglasses off. She set them down on the counter then started taking her extensions out of her hair. She absolutely loved wearing extensions. She could either have short hair or really long hair. She set them out on the counter as well and then went back to the shower and hopped in. She washed up in about half an hour or so and then when she was done, she stepped out, drying herself off with a towel that was hanging near the shower. She put her robe back on and then grabbed her laptop and phone and took them back to her room, setting both of them on her unmade bed.

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The Writer

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A shower was definitely what Basil needed to wake up his senses. The warmth and steam that surrounded him, the calming sound of the water hitting the bottom of the tub, it all helped him wash away last night’s party and start a new day. Then again, the sweet scent of his sugar cookie body wash and shampoo tickling his nose helped a lot with that. Was it so bad that he liked bathing with products that generally were for girls? He didn’t think so, and it was something he had been doing for a while now, even back in high and middle school. Of course, back then he would blame his mother for his fruity smells, saying that it saved money to not buy two sets. And technically, it wasn’t a complete lie either, since he partially believed that. The other part if him believed that it was not fair that guy shampoos didn’t always have the awesome affects that you get from a girl’s. Yet don't think for a second that he was one of those guys who wanted to go as far as to want everything the girls had. Oh-ho-ho-no, Basil thought that was a little too out there- even for him. He liked being a guy, and didn't mind being called gay either. At least he didn't have to deal with that awkward occurrence called pregnancies. Speaking of which. . .

After the water was shut off and Basil stepped out of the shower, he couldn't help but think back to how he probably should find out how Corey was doing. It was the morning after, and though she had stuck it out with Sami, Basil felt that it was his duty to see if she was alright for himself. Yeah, he thought it wasn't the smartest choice for the scene to wait all of this time prior to letting Chris know that she was pregnant-- in fact, he was shocked himself since the writer didn't learn about it until yesterday as well. “What had she expected to happen?” he asked himself as he dried off himself. Either way, he didn't see how things could have ended well. After all, he wouldn't consider Chris the most...erm...together person. Everyone knew about his awful smoking habits, and the fact that all of his friends smoke as well combined with the fact that it wasn't great company for an expecting mother. 'Not like I could tell her that,' he mentally sighed while blow drying his hair- towel, secured around his waste. Who was he to judge, since a number of people would find his lifestyle offense as well. . .despite the fact that this was the twenty-first century and New York.

Figuring that he would send her a text after he was dressed, Basil finished up straightening his hair, and then quickly pulled on his clothes. Dressing in the bathroom was a little habit that he had for a while now. At least ever since he's had to have a roommate. The writer was just glad that the other didn't mind the fact that 87% of everything in the bathroom belonged to the brunette. It wasn't like his dorm-mate was high maintenance or anything seeing as he preferred keeping his head shaved to avoid dealing with it. It actually worked for Jordan, but was definitely not a look the homosexual could imaging pulling off himself. Thinking back, he didn't start letting his hair grown out until mid seventh grade. However, that was also because he realized that he was quote, “the ugliest little boy in the world with short hair” unquote. Of course it was an overstatement, since people could be more critical to themselves, but Basil still preferred his now look to his then self. “Hnnn, I bet Shay would flip if I shaved it all,” he said to himself, pulling all of his hair back with his hands, yet then dropped it, figuring that the day he did that, would be the day he turned straight. Rolling his eyes at the scenario, he opened the door and walked out. He was now wearing a Gir “Doom” shirt over top of a neon green, long sleeve shirt. A couple of rubber colorful wrist bands were present, along with two necklaces with random pendents. His action-bubble hoodie pulled on since he knew that it was going to be a chilly day once again. A pair of jeans that he bought from his friend's store, along with a pair of fuzzy socks he got from the same place. Any time he could help benefit Sami's business then he was always quick to. After all, he thought she had some really nice things.

Moving to plop back down onto his bed, the male looked at his cell phone, checking to see if he had any new replies. It didn't surprise him that Shay had quickly replied to him. Knowing the other, he probably had been up, killing time for a some time now. Part of Basil knew that his boyfriend wouldn't tell him that he was angry about last night, so he wasn't expecting anything in the text. Although part of himself couldn't push away Kevin's text. The fact that if he was feeling some doubts about the relationship, that Shay possibly was feeling them as well. Chewing at his bottom lip, the male read the message from the band geek. The corner of his lips curved upward as he looked at the four lines, though he hadn't really given how to make it up to the other much thought. It was still before twelve so their options were narrowed slightly. Still, there was the fact that they could grab breakfast together, and then. . . maybe something a little more personal? After all, they hadn't gotten to have much quality time lately due to jobs, school and friends. 'I can't type that!' Basil internally shouted at himself, feeling his face start to burn. Tucking some of his chestnut colored hair behind his ear, he rethought up a response, then started typing it up to send to Shay

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“I'm definitely not sending that,” he mumbled, not even knowing why he let his fingers type something like that. The only probably was that instead of deleting it, he accidentally pressed send. Streams of quick noes left his lips as he knew that there wasn't any way to delete the message. All he could do was be glad that Shay didn't have to see how red his face was at the moment. Trying to take his mind off of that mistake, he decided to go ahead and send out a couple more texts. The first one would be to Corey, since he wanted to get the 411 on how she was feeling now. Yes, he had been trying to make some plans with his boyfriend, but he just had to get this out of the way.

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With that out of the way, the writer decided that he could go ahead and get a jump on leaving the dorm building since he didn't feel like waiting around. Of course his messenger bag was slung over his shoulder and taken with him. After all, he never knew when he would need something out it. Especially if he got a call from work with a last minutes assignment. Not to forget that he had almost completely forgotten about the fact that there was suppose to be a football game tonight. It wouldn't surprise him at all if Shay wound up playing at it. Of course he was talking about the school band and not the actual football team. So of course the male wasn't going to miss that. Then again, Basil didn't mind watching the game either since he got use them after always being required to catch all of the school events to report on back when he was in high-school. Standing at the doorway to the dorm building, he peaked outside seeing that it was lightly drizzling. “Rain and snow's b*****d child,” the writer mused to himself as he decided to hang around inside a little longer until he knew exactly where he was going.


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[mokiepuppymaster]

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

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

««»»

She just had to calm down. She kept repeating that to herself as she searched around the kitchen for something sweet. Gummy bears, she had a plastic tub of them in one of her cabinets, for some reason the sweet chewiness of it put her at peace. That is not good. Eating was something you never needed to do when you were stressed; that's what fat girls do. She looked down at herself, did she look fat? Well, technically she didn't think she'd be considered. Cristal felt that in some places she might've been too thin. She wanted bigger boobs, and probably could get some if she wasn't uncomfortable with the 'middle' events. The middle events are anything after the doctor cuts in you, to right before the final bandages are removed. Cristal had a low tolerance for pain. Sex was different, but even then, she didn't think she could ever be one of those bondage girls who say pain is their forte. Chris was really good last night. Surely if something was medically wrong with him, he wouldn't have been good. Right? She knew that he went to the hospital, and she knew whatever the doctor told him couldn't have been good. But when it came to the final diagnosis, Cristal left the room...she just didn't want to know. It was just that awkward feeling of wondering what she was expected to do. If Chris was sick...really sick, she'd feel helpless.

Her phone suddenly chimed, bringing her to pick up her cellphone. Currenly she was sitting on the counter top eating a single gummy bear at a time. She'd take her fingers and squish the little tummies and move them from side to side. She turned her phone towards her and looked towards the ID. It read off "Cedie Secrets". Another gummy bear was popped in her mouth, she was in her happy place at the moment. What would probably make it better would be Chris shirtless pressing her back into wall. Was it terrible that she found him insanely attractive? When she saw how lengthy Mercedes's text had been, Cristal found herself blinking a few times, though preceeded to read the message. As she read, she found her brows furrowing up. Even with Mercedes and her logic, Cristal understood the gist of what she was talking about. Though, she did get kind of confused when Mercedes mentioned hearing about a girl who dreamed she died and then woke up dead. "How...did she..wake up?" she mumbled to herself, though soon looked back at the phone as she debated exactly how to reply. It took her a good couple of minutes before she replied:

Cedie...

I didn't dream I died...
but what if you dream
that someone else did?
No one that you would
know. I don't even know
who they were. I was just
hoping I wasn't being psychic
or something.

LoveULots;; Ali

She blew air from her lips after she pressed send. Maybe she was worrying about nothing. It was just a dream after all. Hell, Cristal had dreams where she was in a forest filled with talking animals and sparkling golden mushrooms. It didn't mean it was ever going to happen though. And just as she was starting to calm down, she got a reply from Chris. Without hesitation she opened it, and the first words she read practically made her heart dance out of her chest. He said that she looked cute sleeping. Cristal bit back a squeal as she hugged her phone to her chest before pulling it back to look once more at the message. He wanted to have lunch with her? Instantly she was about to reply something with a 'yes' thrown in there, though stopped when she soon recieved another text, so she clicked out and saw it was from Melody. Melody was gorgeous, and Cristal absolutely loved her platinum blonde hair. Plus, she loved how the girl would say "Chikky", it was awesome like 'Fetch' from Mean Girls. Her eyes scanned over to the text, the message as a whole brought an even broader grin to slip into place. Though that's when she suddenly saw something. Lunch and a hug. "Oh shoot," she told herself. Chris wanted lunch with her as well. And there was no way in hell that she was going to eat twice. And then that's when the perfect solution came to mind. So to Chris she replied:

Aw Chris

Well that's a relief.
Here I was thinking I drooled
or sleep-talked. Gross, right?
How about this. Sometime
later today we can get dinner or dessert?
Or maybe whatever comes tween
lunch and dinner. I need to do some
bday planning beforehand. You'll come
to my party right?

ResistingTheUrge2Blush;; Cris

Mel-Luv

Lunch && Hug? -squee-
Omg, that's beyond awesome.
&& at lunch, we can also start
planning for my BDAY party!
What time does your shoot end?
I think I'll meet you there.

HappilyYours;; Ali <3

She wondered if she made the right choice. Of course Cristal wanted to hang out with both of them. Chris because, well, he was Chris. What more could she say? He was the guy who she was hoping would would actually want to be her boyfriend again, but would content just sleeping with him. After all, that's what she figured was all she'd be able to achieve at the moment. Now, she didn't think of herself as a 'toy'. Chris was nicer than that, it's just he had his Corey issues and...yeah. But that was pretty much sorted out, wasn't it? And then there was Melody, the girl that Cristal felt that if she didn't hang out with her, she was betraying her or something. The thought of being cast aside was terrifying. Personally, Cristal wasn't sure if there was anyone that she didn't fear kicking her to the curve if she slipped up. Which is why she told herself that she wouldn't. Besides, who would do something like that to her when her birthday was coming up? She would be twenty-two, once more a year younger than Melody, and definitely still older than that weird girl her bestie happened to date. It was strange, and she still found herself wondering what Mel even saw in the multi-color-haired one. Alex was nothing special in Cristal's opinions, even if she was Chris's friend. She didn't think his friends thought highly of her in the first place.

After all, Chris was friends with Oliver...

Regardless she picked up her keys and hopped off the counter, figuring her house keeper would take care of it while she was away. No, Cristal had, believe it or not, a job. She was an intern for a fashion magazine. Back then when she was told that she'd be expected to actually get a job and take courses at school to understand 'money' more, because her father had found out about one of her 'shopping sprees'. But he had to understand, at the time she was going through tough times and shopping honestly did make her feel better. But back then she was really upset, she thought it was ridiculous. But now...she sort of saw what he meant. After all, it was this job that helped her to have an excuse to even talk to Chris with a better reason than "i just happed to bump into you--- or hey, you work at this coffee shop? You don't say." But despite her actually bringing herself to 'work', Cristal still won't do an excessive amount of physical work. After all, companies hire other people for that sort of thing. Why should she have to break a nail over lifting a bunch of boxes? She hated doing physical labor.

Not even for her birthday party did she plan on doing a whole lot of moving stuff around. All they needed to do was plan the layout, pick a cake, make a guest list, and hire entertainment. There were other steps, but she figured that those were the most difficult. Already she did pick up a number of books from the companies she was thinking about buying from, but needed that 'second' opinion. Oh, Cristal hoped at this moment that all of her friends would definitely be able to get lunch. They didn't even have to really eat, but hang out together. Funny, even though she was planning her party, her mind wasn't drifting towards the dream. Perhaps since she figured it was just a bad dream, it meant nothing. Chris is fine, and he didn't wake up dead; it was a false alarm.

After brushing her teeth, and making sure she was definitely cute enough to be going outside, Cristal walked out of the house. But now she really wondered if she should've got lunch with Chris and tell Melody that for once she would have to skip out? What if Chris wanted to hang out business wise? After all, she did technically finish the latest blog she had about his online t-shirt store, which she hoped would bring more attention to it. Once she was outside she looked up at the sky. Well as long as it wasn't raining/snowing at the moment, that would've been awful to deal with. If you didn't know, Cristal absolutely hated driving through snow or rain. Anyways, Cristal's choice of transporation was her apple colored 2009 audi s4. It was a sweet twenty-one birthday present. Yeah, Cristal felt bad for the people who had to rely on walking to get from place to place.

««»»

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

[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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For Corey Willow Mae the party was a complete disaster. Everything that could possibly go wrong did. If Corey was usually at a party, it was a pretty damn good one. This one however . . . tragedy broke out and things broke. Like Corey’s relationship. If Basil or Sami weren’t there Corey would have been at a loss. She honestly wouldn’t know what to do with herself. Between the crying and the drinking things would have gone south very quickly. She didn’t expect them to say with her forever though, and when Basil left she knew it was better for the male to go seek other . . . happier company. She didn’t, however, have the heart to tell Sami to leave. She needed someone there beside her. That night was just not a night for her to be alone. Sure. She may have been acting a bit clingy and needy, but this is Corey we’re talking about. If she wasn’t, then there had to be something wrong with her. The moment she pushes people away is the moment you need to stop and go, “Whoa! Corey. No.” and then lunge yourself at her. Sami even going to home with her that night was a godsend. You wouldn’t understand how much Corey felt thankful for the other female. She knew that if you were willing to tell your boyfriend to hold for someone else, then you had to be a good friend. Somewhere in the back of her mind she felt bad for being this selfish. Just because Corey didn’t have a boyfriend anymore didn’t give her a right to steal away someone’s perfectly good girlfriend for a silly cry-all-night and pep-talk every five minutes. Sami is truly a good friend. Most likely one of the sweetest ones Corey will ever get, aside from Basil, another better half of Corey’s friends. Wait. Corey only had Sami and Basil.

But when Corey woke up that morning, Sami was gone. Which was good. Corey was a people person, yes. But no one needed to see the tangled mess of sheets, runny eyeliner, and messy hair Corey turned into that morning.

xxxIt feels just like I’m going crazy.
xxxxxxI guess that this is breaking up.
xxxxxxxxxAnd now not even you can save me.
xxxxxxxxxxxxWill Someone wake me up?
xxxxxxxxxNever thought that we’d go under.
xxxxxxI guess we wont be making up.
xxxAnd if this is a dream I wonder
Could someone wake me up?

The song that burst from her iHome woke her with some small twist of irony. It just had to be this song. For a second or two before the lyrics popped their way into her head she had almost forgotten that her and Chris had parted ways once again. Now a new onset of tears forced their way into her eyes. She squeezed them shut and willed herself not to cry over him. . . again. She already had a headache from crying her eyes, ears, nose, mouth, lungs, what-have-you out last night. She seemed to do that often now. Cry. Cry. Cry. She cried for herself. She cried for Chris. She cried for Kaiser. She cried for that annoying growing human tumor in her womb. She hoped it was just pregnant woman hormones making he cry all the time, but she knew it was because she felt so alone. Chris was gone and she couldn’t, would not more likely, run to the Kaiser again. He was busy poking fun at her and being . . . Oh she didn’t know. She was busy trying to avoid him at all costs. The song was still playing when she opened her eyes and drug herself out from the hoard of covers she collected during the night. Cold was a major issue with her. She felt freezing at night, what with no one beside her things turned out to be different. She stumbled over to the iHome, all the way on the other side of the room, and pulled the iPod off. She didn’t bother to turn it off or hit snooze. She wasn’t going back to sleep. Normally she could wake up and get herself to go back to sleep . . . now-a-days she had trouble sleeping. She really needed to learn how to not set her alarm clock so she could sleep longer.

But then she couldn’t call her job at Sally’s Hair and Nails on time to tell them that she couldn’t make it for the second week of this month. She should really just tell them she was pregnant and she couldn’t come in for a while. The smells in that place made her go crazy. They stung her nose and watered her eyes. She used to be able to handle the smell, but now things just smelled about ten times worst. She couldn’t even put on her favorite perfume anymore. She groaned at her thoughts and made her way toward the bathroom. What time was it? Was that the first time her Alarm went off? She honestly couldn’t tell you and she glared at her reflection in the mirror, stripped and took a nice long bath. When she was with Chris she’s look in the mirror and smile at herself. Maybe do something stupid like wink and did that weird ‘gun’ thing. Things were a lot simpler then. A lot better. But things weren’t like that anymore. Not since. . . He found out that she was expecting. Which was her own damn fault actually. If she had kept her mouth shut things would have been about ten times better. He’d notice the extra weight, about twenty more pounds over what she used to be, maybe he’d poke fun at her too. It would have been nice for him to be okay with it. Lord knows she’s not all okay with it herself. She’d give anything not to be pregnant.

And sure, at first she toyed with the idea of abortion. It really would have made things simpler again. A mistake gone and over with. After all, it’s not a human, not a person, until it is born. Butt, a talk with Patty changed her mind. No, Patty didn’t tell her it was wrong. It seemed when she spoke to the game-addicted female she could get things straightened out in her mind. She let her babble on until she figured that part out in her mind. Even if she was just scared of Doctors. Aside from Sami and Basil there was Patty. But they were more… acquaintances. Acquaintances who share deep dark secrets about being pregnant and the father might be one of two different people. Sure, she could have told Sami, the friend willing to put her boyfriend on hold, or Basil, the friend who worried about her. But chances were slim she’d actually tell them. They’d freak out or try to fix her problem for her. And right now Corey just needed… she needed time. Just a few weeks to straighten out her heart and mind. She could tell Patty and have someone to talk to about it who wouldn’t but in and try to fix things, because after all. . . Patty was just an acquaintance. Someone who you’d stop on the street and ask, “Oh, how are you?” get an answer and say, “That’s nice. Have a good day.” And walk away. Corey isn’t a heartless person, she wouldn’t mind being closer friends . . . but right now, Patty’s minor distance was comforting. Enough so that she could talk to Patty and feel like she wasn’t a horrible person. For not telling Kaiser anything at all or Chris that he might not be the father.

She climbed out of the bath and wrapped herself in a towel. Today seemed too slow for her. Like she was moving at a turtle’s pace while the world spun wildly and uncontrollably around her. She didn’t like it. She wanted everything to just stop. To Chill out and let her think. But it wouldn’t and she needed to carry on carrying on. On her way to the closet a read blinking light caught her attention. Text message. Was it bad that her heart did a three-sixty and she thought it was Chris? She’s say no. but once she raced there and slid the phone up, she grumbled that it was only the writer who had a name of a certain spice her mother uses all the time. She as glad he texted her, yes, but it’s a big let down when you’re hoping for a text from your ex saying that him and you were being stupid and you were meant to be together and he’s coming home with a bottle of wine, roses, chocolate and a McDonalds burger. But no. It was just Basil asking her if she was okay. Which she wasn’t. But she didn’t want to tell Basil that. He worried already to send her a text. And yes, she did have a fight that needy side of her to do what’s right for her friends, the ones that really cared for her.

:] Hey, Basil! You’re still my favorite writer.
But don’t tell Robin McKinley that. ;] I’d
be lying if I said I felt 100% myself, but I’m
gettin’ there. :] You’re so sweet. Don’t worry
so much. :]
<333333Core-Core.

Corey hit send and worried for a second that she overdid the smiley-face. Oh well, it was sent and she shouldn’t worry about it anymore. She slid her phone shut and went to put on some clothes. She didn’t pick anything too out there. Not like she normally dresses. Dressed. She picked some baggy sweat pants and big sweater that used to be her oldest older brother’s before he outgrew it and then her other older brother out grew it. They would have thrown it away, since her older sister didn’t like anything that didn’t show off her belly button. Corey nearly had a fit until they gave it to her. Now she was glad she kept it. However, it was getting extremely hard to hide that fourth month baby-bump. Baggy clothes still did wonders. She almost cursed at herself when she remembered she still hadn’t called into work yet. She slipped on her slippers and walked back to her mobile. Flipping through the contacts she found her job and called it. She made some random excuse again and instead of saying that she’ll be back next week she said she’d have to speak to her boss in person. Hopefully she still had a job after she hung up.

Then it hit her, like a punch in the stomach. “Hunnngrrryyyy” Either baby was hungry or mommy was. Either way that meant Corey was going to eat. Nothing in the fridge looked appetizing though. If she wanted to eat she’d have to go and get something, but what would it be? She felt like donuts. Like freaking Bear Claws sounded like gold right now. Corey grabbed her phone and keys and walked out of the apartment. It wasn’t a long drive. Just your normal drive to some family owned home-town donut place down the street. She parked and walked in. there were more types of donuts that sparked her interest, but she stayed true to her original plan of Bear Claws. She ordered her donuts and had to wait while a few more were made. She sat down at one of the tables and took her phone from her pocket. She knew she didn’t want to be alone today, but who could she possibly text? She wouldn’t text Basil again right after she told him not to worry. She couldn’t text Sami, not when she had already been a big help before. She groaned and put her head on the table while she thought. There was just one more person who could possibly spend a couple hours with her today. And that was none other than gamer chick Patty. Corey sat up and shook the jitters from her body and opened up a new message to Patty.


Hey, gurl. You wouldn’t mind spending
some time over at my place, would you?
I’ll give you dooonuutttzzzz and all the
coke and tea and water you can drink :]
You can even bring your games over. :]
<33333333Core-Core.

Did it sound needy? Yes. Yes it did. But it didn’t matter to Corey. She needed company. She hit send and waited for her order. She grabbed a few strawberry milks and paid for them when her order was done. Driving back was more interesting with the smell of fresh donuts in the car and trying to eat one while she drove. Not safe? No, but tasty. She parked with a half-eatten donut hanging from her mouth. She grabbed the box and bag of strawberry goodness and walked back up to her apartment. Now she just had to wait for a rejection or acceptation text from Patty before she did anything else, if she could do anything else, that is. Corey felt like never leaving her house for the next five months. But she knew she had doctor visits and other things she had to do before it was time to . . . do the delivery part. First and foremost, she had to figure out just who the hell was the father. Not so she could figure out who to beg back, because she knew she’d only truly love Chris, but because she wanted to know. If it were Kaiser, there’d be about a thousand more tears. Even if it was Chris there’d be crying, but those would be tears of joy. But all that could wait till . . . till later.


The Scene

[rajio_obake]

Shaant Penningway Owens

Situations are i r r e l e v a n t now.
She loves the xxxxxxway that I tease,
I love the way that she breathes

I touched her ooh, she touched my ahhh, it was the craziest thing.
I love the girls who hate to love because they're just like me.

Before the show tonight he had met with Jane earlier and they had discussed meeting with the boyfriend of the chick who stole her role.. It was quite stupid for hte casting director to do.. Go with some nobody instead of someone who already had a name made for herself of the other girl who was just starting off in her college life and had no prior name to get her on the charts... Well It was an independent film not an A-list so names didn't really matter... But still! It would've made sense if they chose. Someone with a little expierence in the acting film.. ‘People are dumbasses!..’ Was his only reason for the thought.. When he met the guy it seemed like a quick Run in run out deal he didn't talk much just said 'Hi' before the show and that was it.. Nothing much else.. It didn't bother the rocker because he was too mellow to care. He did run into someone who seemed pretty cool 'Craig'... 'Chris'... Who knows the guy seemed pretty cool. And then it was off to the stage to sing a few songs. When it was done he'd already thrown his shirt off and jumped off stage and into the crowd where he had met some pretty neat characters... A purple haired fatale... A V-neck geek.... And some muscular looking dudes.. The thought they may have known were his pornstar was came to mind. So he simply went over to ask.. Starting with where the nearest gloryhole was..

Shaant didn’t think bad about his bluntness. In fact he thought it was something people should envy about him. That and making his intentions so known from the get go, well it just made him skip a step and put him closer to his goal to simply laying someone. So when the purple haired girl muttered her question he just answered with, “Sure why not?” Really why wouldn’t someone want to have sex? Waiting till marriage? ‘Pssh… That stuff is for pussies.’ Least that’s what Shaant thought. He had watched the History Channel once, in his intoxicated state, and they were talking about the Church of Satan supposedly it was very lustfully driven and that all the women who attend the services wear pretty revealing clothes… He’d debated attending a service just to see if all this was true, or if he was just high out his mind. Well his band-mates convinced him not to go simply because it’d be bad publicity for them. Which, yeah it would be… But Shaant really wanted to know. ‘I could be sly. I could be very sly… I just choose not to be.’ Shaant thought as he let out an exasperated huff. The nerdy looking guy didn’t seem to know who Trin was… Well the muscular one did, “Yeah Trinity Rivera. We practiced for out porno earlier today. You heard of her?” Sure it hadn’t phased him the other male may have had a fling with the girl back in high school. After all he didn’t know the two. He did learn shortly after when the other answered and asked if she was 'contagious'.. Which it did take the rocker a second to piece together but you had to give him that, “Nuh.. They do pretty extensive checking.. pay for the doctors and all.. you're only allowed to shoot if your clean.” and it was the truth, at least for the big business types.

When the V-neck wearer spoke up again Shaant had a bemused expression on his face. ‘How skilled?’ He hadn’t thought that he sounded like he wanted one from the guy… He just wanted to get blown by someone, anyone, it didn’t matter it wasn’t like he was going to see their face… Sure he could easily pick a fan off the dance floor, but there was just no excitement in that. He wanted to risk something. What he wanted to risk? Well, in truth he had no clue. But really it just seemed more fun… “I screw a different girl after every show?” Did it matter that he was always way too gone to remember though? Not in his opinion so the high one was going to keep that part of the answer to himself. The singer was about to go onto a tangent of his sexual exploits though stopped when he heard the more muscular male speak, at first he thought it was to him which caused the tatted one to shake his head from side to side in disgust. Sure he may’ve slept with a guy every now and again… But that was usually when he was super wasted, or he just wanted to see how many guys he could top as a little competition thing he created for himself. ‘All for the shits and giggles you know?’ And he wasn't 'gay' he was for anyone to love. He didn't tie himself down to a sexuality.. And today he really just wanted to get laid… like any other day… But he didn’t want to sex the male in front of him, not saying he wouldn’t because he would just because he could. It was just that Shaant wanted more than just a simple one on one he wanted more than that.

Though the drunken ones opinion on sexing the male did change when he saw the color the others face was. Maybe it wouldn’t be that bad, sure the other did look awkward, but just how awkward could one guy be? Really Shaant didn’t know Qwerty’s background history nor his name so it wasn’t like the singer knew he was a loser back in high school. He just knew he was some guy at a club, ‘An odd guy, but a guy nonetheless.’ Which meant he had a hole. Thus making him ********.. as crude as that sounded. It really didn't matter to Shaant as long as he could sex the whole world before he died and was some form off high while doing it he'd be just fine! He had done some crank before on set maybe more than he should've and mixed with pot and alcohol.. He wasn't going to sleep for a few days. The longest he'd been awake on the stuff was six days. They blurred together in one big meth journey.. Back to the nerdy guy well a few ‘heh’s escaped his lips as he listened to the other talk once more. “Well you know anyone worth ******** or you just wanna enjoy a show drop by my hotel room. It’s a penthouse suite in this hotel.. Its open door policy so I could careless whose there as long as their hot and sexable.” And with that Shaant started to make his way out into the dance floor some more, no sense staying there if the guy couldn’t suggest a glory hole after all. What was the point if he didn’t know who Trinity was except for the jock but it was more of a reminscent than a recent knowledge. Shaant hadn’t noticed when Justin watching from afar. His short attention span was that of a blessing and a curse.

His phone started to vibrate and pulling it out he was really hoping it was from Trinity. But sadly it wasn’t… It was from Kevin. He was telling him where he was at some place in the club and as Shaant thought more on finding Kevin and bugging the guts out of the other fellow, and hopefully Sami if she was there, it didn’t sound like a half bad idea. Really he wanted to see if he could get the other male riled up. It would be too amusing for words. But now he had to find the nearest corner of the club with ‘chairs and shir’..? ‘‘Shir’… Does he mean like ‘s**t’ so ‘Chairs and s**t’?’ So that was what Shaant had to look for: corner of the room, chairs… and s**t. So as the singer wandered near the edge of the club he started to text his reply to the skater. Though by the time he’d send it he’d eventually meet the other… Or not…

‘Well I was on the dance floor.
And of course I’m ok,
I’m always okay… kay?
Bleh, you act like I’m a little
Kid or something… Which,
What if I am? And it’s cus I
Enjoy life that I feel the need
To do so =P …… Yeh!’

Putting the phone away he was still disappointed by the fact that he hadn’t run into anyone he knew… But by that time he could careless where the skater was since he was getting some action on the Dance floor. Grinding up against somebody was always fun, and though he didn’t like the music the DJ played since it usually wasn’t a rock song, the blonde musician would let it slide though simply because it was getting him some form of physical action. “Hey do you wanna follow me up to my room?” He asked to the girls in front and behind him. A soft giggle escaped their lips as if they knew their fifteen minutes of fame was just beginning.

>>--» After party's closed «--<<

Shaant rolled over on the jam packed bed was asleep after a long night of partying. The party last night ensued in an after party, which ensued into a mass orgy for the rockstar. A burnt out cigarette hung from his lips as his half naked self clung to the body of yet another faceless unnamed person. He knew it was a good day. He had a fun night despite not ruining a few relationships like he wanted to. Hopefully Jane had a good night too. Lifting his arm up to pull his cellphone off from his sweaty body he scrolled through his contacts to the Former Childstar’s name and started a message. When it was sent he went back to laying his head down on some unknown girl’s chest.

‘Brain I am soooooo
w@$t3D.. It’s funny.
Did you get into that
Justin kids pants..?
Hope so and hope he
Was good @ !t 2!!’

Shaant’s life has always been full of twist and turns from being the only child to a pair of lottery winners. To picking up a guitar and learning to play by ear. To being featured on TRL when it still existed. Yet he wasn’t taken seriously as a musician till he was sixteen years old when he formed the band ‘Tell All Tuesday’. And in interviews he admitted to all the sexual exploits the media had confronted him with doing. He didn’t deny one allegation. But his parents had ended up turning the channel on just in time to hear their son’s interview. And let’s just say they weren’t pleased one bit with what they saw. So his parents drove all the way to Las Vegas, where his show was taking place, just to talk to their son… He was hungover and he signed a document without reading.. His parents said he would have to get married. Of course he was flabbergasted he was Twenty-one and two months exactly at the time. “Who in their right mind wants to get married at Twenty-one?!” He remembered himself yelling at his parents but they said it was for the best. So they looked over the resumes did a lottery of sorts and the first time Shaant met Sami met it was at their wedding recital she didn’t seem too interested in him and whenever he tried to touch her she’d always scoot away. ‘Well she’s just going to have to deal with it if we’re getting married.’ He thought annoyed to himself at the time. But what really annoyed him was on the day of their wedding some drunken buffoon ended up running down the aisle telling them to stop the reception. “Tah Hell?!” Shaant yelled as he looked from his ‘Bride to be’ over back at the ‘Wedding Crasher’. He was saying some gibberish asking about if she remembered when they fell in love. Then he went on to ask if she still wanted him like she once had Shaant had a fake gag while he stood there. Personally he thought love was overrated it was the Lust that mattered to him, ‘If it looks good it better be’ was his motto.

However the groom didn’t stay to see how it turned out. No, instead he ran out the ‘EXIT’ doors on the side and went into the first unlocked car he could find. And unknown to him the first car unlocked was the Wedding Crasher’s. He found this out when he was changing out of the tuxedo and into a black mesh shirt and hot topic skinny blue jeans. He looked up when he started to hear kissing noises. “Oh.” He said before looking out the window to notice they were on the highway. He tapped the Crasher on the shoulder. “Hey could you drop me off at the Nine-Thirty club. I have a party to go to.” Thankfully the other male wasn’t so drunk that they got into a wreck. But he did deliver the Rockstar to the party and in return the Rockstar got the reunited couple in. He didn’t stay to see how beautiful the reunion was. No. He had to make up for lost times… Thirteen-some anyone? . . . And this is how we ended up to now where a twenty-four year old Shaant was laying on someone's body. He wasn't sure how long his eyes had been shut but he knew he wasn't asleep he hadn't been that whole time.. He'd been awake for what seemed like the whole night getting to know everyone of the bodies in front of him personally.. And it was just enough to give him more bravodo than necesarry.. But as he scratched at his nose and fidgeted he figured it was time to get ready for the day.. And maybe get some extra crystal in his system while he was at it. “Now I know you’re going to wake up for me today.” He said with a sly grin on his face.

He was practically a time bomb waiting to happen. Sometimes it’s hard to tell where he got his fame from and how he maintains it. His parents had won the lottery, this is true. They also put their money in stocks. Luckily NOT ‘Enron’, which was their first choice. No instead they put their stocks into a small company called ‘Google’. And soon they hit the mother load. Later when Shaant was about six or seven he got to meet one of his favorite actresses, Jane. The first person he sent a text to the day after. They both met because both their parents thought that it would be good for them to have a friend their own age. Stars need friends to you know. At the time Shaant still had pretty long hair, longer than it was now, he didn’t have any piercings or tattoos, he still had the amber like eyes and black hair though. He was wearing a suit at the premiere because of his parents. He ran up to Jane and said, “I tau't you ‘re funny.” He couldn’t really remember the movie. But if he watched the first five minutes he could tell you the rest. He knew it was a family movie and that was mostly what she stared in. And this was why; again, Shaant could not ever see himself trying to date her. He’d get her into parties and clubs sure. But he wouldn’t stay with her… At least not until it was time to go home, but even then he hardly stayed with her.

See he was rich then. But why did he go through the trouble of making a band? One day when he was snooping around the mansion one night he found out his parents were going to cut him off at eighteen and without the money? Well he knew he couldn’t survive without the money and fame! Unlike Jane, who was slowly dispearring in the scenes around now, he knew he couldn’t stand a chance without an easy life. His parents had bought him a guitar and he learned to play by ear long ago. He grew a reputation and he liked to keep it. At first he formed the band just for the money, but then girls… He’d already lost his virginity at age thirteen to curiosity and lack of better things to do. Sure money was great and the local girls were fun, but you always walked past them on the street and they knew your name and you knew theirs. What he wanted was a relationship with no ties. He didn’t want to know their names. He didn’t want to know about their personal lives. He just wanted to know what was underneath their clothes and that was it. He didn’t want to know what they did on their free time… Unless it was him. So he got his band signed to Victory Records. After the debut album dropped and they were on tour... Everything after that was such a daze he wouldn't have been able to tell you what state he lived in or what his mother's maiden name was.

See it was like a drug, kissing, but it was much better in that it could be free and took less effort to produce. The nostalgia of love, or lust, anyone human being could create it. All you had to do was say the three little words everyone loves to here, and no not ‘I am Single.’ That made you appear needy and you were just looking for someone, but not in the best of ways. Saying that was better when you were fat, had a ton of cash (Shaant had this but he meant Ugly rich people), and could waist all that cash on eHarmony, match.com, and other sites of the likes because everyone was single there and it meant nothing at all really. No, the three little words are, ‘I. Love. You.’ If you said those to any woman or man, under the right conditions, they would fall head over heels for you. Even if you didn’t mean it, if you could act or if they were intoxicated, it would work. Its sort of sad that Shaant had this worked to a science and had his own formula for every setting. But then again, there was nothing really to pity; he got what he wanted and almost every time, even if it was at a cost to others. And that’s why the porno was going to be so easy to make, heck if he wanted to he could just like one of his hundreds of sex tapes. “Huh?” He muttered as he was taken from his thoughts to feel his cell phone vibrate. He took it out and noticed he had two messages. One from Kevin and the other from Trin, he opened the Skater's first, seeing as how he was the guy he was trying to reach last night.. As a whole the text was confusing but the rocker replied to the Skater none the less.

That ! am... Bu- wh0 sa!d i was gonna
c0m3 0v3r...? That was honestly the furthest
idea from my mind right now but thanks
for reminding me.. And you know I do
have friends outside teh band not that a
kid like you would ever get... dunno what's
up your a** this fine morning.

Shaant’s apparel for today was his a ammo graphic tee shirt, black ripped jeans, black combat boots, no socks. His accessory was his watch. All of what he wore he wouldn’t be surprised if he’d stolen it from the various groupies in the room. His hair was still messy sex hair swooped to the side like it was the day before. Shaant was a still sleeper and hardly moved in his sleep. This contrasted to the other form of sleeping which he did… Not that he slept at all last night.. He did get laid multiple times but that would be for another discussion… Like his porno… Speaking of which the that was the next text he was going to check. In a way he would enjoyed finding her nothing was more fun than some aggressive and wild sex.. And when he sent the text well he didn't feel the need to say 'Next time' because that made it sound like the outcome was uncertian.. But he already knew there was going to be a next time in his future so he simply said 'this' time. And after he finished jumbling a few words to make poetic sense he sent the text off to the slut

You could say that..
And you won't find
someone one who
won't ******** up a ********
like I can. Wanna use
a camcord this time?

I know you love to resist
and all it takes is a kiss and you just love to hate me.
You know you love all the lies
so don't act surprised that I just love to hate you.

[rajio_obake]

Roirdan James Livingston
xxxxxxxxxThe Teacher's Pet

Keep your eyes open don't look up at the stars
Cause that's not me shining down on you I'm way too smart
So go build your own coffin and dig your own hole
You got one chance left you better give it a go
But I can't help wishing
It was you I was missing

Her reaction was one he knew he should’ve expected but didn’t. Even though both knew what happened, though vaguely, she still pulled the covers to cover herself. He didn’t reply though he was too dumbstruck. He didn’t know what to do and as stated many a time he hated that feeling. The feeling of uncertainty. He much preferred knowing every outcome, to not knowing one. He liked to hope this wasn’t going to ruin their friendship, but sadly from the way she was acting. Roirdan didn’t know if he was supposed to apologize for they were both drunk so it wasn’t like he was taking advantage of her and she knew he’d never do that… ‘Right?’ And even though she agreed with him that they needed to talk about the night before the brunette male wished he could’ve changed so much at that moment. It was too late though the damage was done and there was no way he could make it right, no amount of ‘I’m sorrys’ could make it right. He’d wanted his first time to be with someone special and it be a lie to say Yulia wasn’t special ever since the first time they drunkenly kissed each other he had wondered if there was something more than being inebriated to it; only to be reminded that it was just friendship time and time again, and he’d tried to remind himself at the party that it seemed between the open bar and the dancing he’d forgotten that. ‘The past is only the future with the lights on.’ he deduced as he tried to look at Yulia who was looking anywhere but his eyes at the time.

“Long enough for me to put jeans on..” he answered, “So ten minutes tops.” this wasn’t counting the minutes he fussed at himself, or the minutes he'd spent contemplating to even wake up.. But that would only have been about another ten minutes or so, right? So it wasn’t that important if he left a few things out. The way he spoke he tried to make it sound like he didn’t care at all maybe he shouldn’t have been going for that. Should he have let his emotions leak out? But his face was doing that enough for him so his vocal chords didn’t need to pitch in. The next thing to come out of her mouth though made him freeze. Maybe it was the way it came out that made it feel like an arrow had gone straight through his heart and tore up every bit of flesh, and tissue within his chest. It was something that repeated itself in his head far after she said it. The words wouldn’t come out and he didn’t know what to do. He wasn’t like the jocks. He wasn’t like any guy who could sleep with a girl and not care about it the day after. This was Yules, his friend. Someone he felt he could count on for almost anything and everything. But today she couldn’t even look him in the eye, and he knew he should’ve seen this coming a mile away…. Or was he thinking of himself too highly? How could he have seen this coming if he’d never done this before? He couldn’t. But Roir just couldn’t help but feel as though he’d been pushed into a wall with no way out. And it was all down hill from there. Everything he felt late last night was nothing compared to what he felt the morning after. Roiry felt like he made the biggest mistake of his life, and who knew. He may have.

The whole time he felt like he was looking at the overachiever with brand new eyes. All the times he’d walked with her, talked with her, hung out like the day before. None of that seemed to figure into the Yulia he was looking at now. She looked different. He couldn’t piece the how or why she just did. The teacher’s pet did want to talk about the situation now.. but maybe it would be in the best interest if they waited to talk it out. Maybe later when both could look each other in the eye rather than furrow around glances, maybe then they could discuss last night. Roiry was already half dressed, he reached for his button up shirt on the night stand from the night before and started to put it on; his back to Yulia. So many thoughts circled in his mind but he didn’t know what he was going to do. ‘Should I stay or just walk out..?’ Well he kept thinking it would have been rude for him to leave so instead he grabbed his cell phone off the floor and tucked it in his pocket hoping she wouldn’t notice with his back turned. When he turned back around to look at her he pointed behind his back at the bathroom. “I’m going to use the bathroom rea- for a while!.. I’ll be out..” Trying to think of whether to say soon or later caused him to blurt out, “Soo-later!” In his own confusion. As he rushed to the bathroom the first thing he did was lock the door. It wasn’t that he didn’t trust Yulia he just didn’t want her to know what he was about to do… And that would be, first, check all his messages.. The first text he looked at was Blair's. He wasn’t going to admit to this or apologize to her at the moment. But right now he was feeling pretty bad… She wouldn’t do this to him… Would she? As he sent the text to the songbird his fingertips were moving faster than his thoughts.

Oh it's alrigt I was outside your place
for a while.. But I figured it was something
like that so I didn't stay to long. ;] no worries
Umm... I just have some homework I got to
finish up this morning and I was planning on
meeting with my friends but I swear I'll be sure
to meet up with you later.. But Did things go
well at the studio last night..? just wonderin'
xoxo, Roiry.

He felt like the worlds crappiest boyfriend.... What had he done. She talked about needing him and he had let her down.. He let out an exasperated sigh.. He didn't know what to do or who to turn to. After that was sent off he looked at the messags that came before it the first being from the Tom-boy.. She was asking how he felt and in truth which there was honestly, no HONEST way he could answer that without lying at some point in time.. He wished he could find a way to get away with it but there didn't seem to be one and he wished there was. He didn't even know if he could 'hang out' like old times simply because Yulia and Logan used to be really close... And what if Logan found out what happened.. Would she be pissed at him.. Because he's the guy so all the blame immediately has to go to him by default... Sure he knew it was wrong to think that one of his friends would potentially go after him... But he couldn't help it worry was consuming him and he was panicking over nothing and as he tried to use logic to all this he found himself giving up as he replied to Logan's text. After this was issue was squared away maybe he'd be able to go through with the rest of the day without worrying so much... Maybe... and then there was still the 'Maybe not'..

A little groggy nothing much..
Hopefully I'll survive alive. I
regret drinking more than I
should have but I can still
hang out with you guys.

The next text was from Justin.. He was wishing Roir a better sleep than he.. Which well certainly the doctor had a better sleep than the pet.. Justin hadn't woken up with one of their friends.. He didn't get the passing glances and newfound treatment he didn't like.. He wasn't going to let them catch on though.. He wasn't going to tell and from how Yulia had reacted to the day she wasn't going to tell either and that was just how it was going to stay.. No one would know and that would be the end.. He didn't know if the screwed up feeling in the pit of his stomach was him feeling bad or if he was actually coming down with something.. He felt like he needed to know which simply because he either needed to see a really well trained relationship therapist or an average check up doctor.. But since Doctor's work by schedule.. He was going to reply to the Dreamer and hope for whatever... Because honestly anything was better than where he was now. Both physically and mentally. He couldn't do what that one song said and simply blame it on the 'alcohol' he was going to blame it on everything and anything that could have possibly lead up to it.. There was nothing to be said.. Roiry just felt like this was the end of the line for the social life he once knew.

I think I may've slept worse.
js. Uh... I got some work to
take care of but after that
nothing much. Why?
Roir.

Since all his text were out of the way he figured he'd left Yulia, and the subject matter, alone long enough and heaving a breathe he stood up from his porcelian throne and stretched.. Looking at his face in the mirror made him desperately want to punch it. It took a lot to restrain himself, but he couldn't look at himself.. He had done something as heinous as an average womanizer; which he wasn't but it was besides the point now.. Now he just wanted to get it over with. He wanted to get back to the way things used to be.. his head lightly slammed against the door... It was seriously going to take some time for it all to kick in.. Unlocking the door he went back to the hotel room and tried to look Yulia in the eyes the best he could... “I just had to.. sort some things out...” His own gaze shifted to the nearest wall, “So how plan on dealing with this?” 'Chalk it up with another secret for the keeping.' He slumped into the sofa.. Standing made him seem all the more tense and looking at Yulia made him tense. This situation made him tense and as much as he was trying to accept that fact he was failing miserably at that. A yawn mixed with a sigh left his lips as he cracked his neck.. He thought clothing himself would make him feel more in control.. But he still felt vulnerable. Everything was out in the open and he was in over his head. He'd never had to cover up this big a lie before and he wasn't sure if he could.. What if he slipped up.. What if he admitted something to the wronger person.. It wasn't like he was going to blab to some random prep.. But could this potentially split their so close clique apart.. He rubbed his hand up his face to drag him back from his thoughts. This was all too much.

I don't dream the way that I used to dream,xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
Because I'm still yourxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
Lιттlє Wнιтє Lιєxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
Lιттlє Wнιтє Lιєxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
They roll so easily of your tonguexxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

Just like the bullet out the barrel of a loaded gun

[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

Everything was ready and right, especially for Kaiser. He considered himself a beast, and the world would be lucky if they had the power to contain him. Oh and he knew that he had something sport's related tonight. But for him, there was no real difference between the games and the practices. Kaiser could care less. He was only there because he wanted to be a part of the team. He'd show the entire team that he was the real foot ball star, and not Bradley Anderson. But how? Somehow he had to rob the male of his best friend, or as Kaiser would call them "bottom buddies". Thinking of the insult brought a definite laugh to leave his lips. It was then as he walked down the hallway that his phone had chimed showing he had a text message. It was a girl's voice saying, "That's Kaiser". Frequently his texting chime would change though, but currently he felt this one suited. It was better than having it saved as an ex's voice after all. Oh the awkward drama of ex-girlfriends, and the fact that his revenge would definitely have to be set. But what. What more could he do than the crude jokes that he's already said whenever he's seen her, over-exaggerating the fact that she's pregnant?

For example. Once he 'accidentally' mistook her for a mini-van. And the various others were equally as lame. And then he's made whore comments, and just a bunch of other things on an even lower level of immaturity. Teasing Corey, for Kaiser was like reliving his childhood of kindergarten. Definitely good times. But there were more important thngs for him to deal with at the matter. He had a text message from Blair. So swiftly he looked over it, and smiled greatly while nodding in approval when he saw the exclamation mark. That meant she was glad that he texted to her, of course. She even claimed she missed him; another point that Kaiser wasn't going to disagree with. She was ready whenever? Well, Kaiser was going to hold off on replying to that message. First he needed to find out if they were having either a game or a practice today. If it were a game, then he could invite her, and rub it everyone's face that he posed with models daily and was good aquaintances with record-deal worthy singers. That was better than what any of them could get. But her excitement was definitely a must. He'd have to make sure to keep that excitement level up!

Then that's when he spotted the vixen of seduction standing before him waiting at the elevator. He found it 'cute' that she resisted him. What girl could honestly resist him? In Kaiser's mind, NONE. Yes, he was that incredibly...vain. Still, he decided to humor her. Wait until she made the first move, until she said the first word. Even when they were in the elevator she was silent and simply texting. Trinity, not flirting? Kaiser at that point figured something must've been wrong with the girl, and obviously not the other way around. After all, he was attractive and had a tan that no one could hold anything to. Still, she kept texting. So now he was wondering who on earth was she texting to that was so much more imporant than talking to a sex-god like himself?? He leaned over a bit to get a glimpse and that's when he noticed something quite familiar in her text message. She started it off saying "hey brad~". It was was disgusting. He was tempted to say she was cursing at him. It was nasty. He wanted to tell her at that point that Bradley had AIDS because he likes to sleep with his frat buddies, because they're all gay, and like it that way. But didn't. Instead he remained cool about it and voiced, "You know, you are vaisting your time mit Bradley. You vill be less zhan satisfied."

Yep, he figured that was more than enough cool for Trin to handle, but instead she replied in her standard non-interested manner, "Oh really now? And why is that? Enlighten me." Oh she set him up to go on and on about this, however at the moment he decided to contain his happiness and told her quite calmly. "It is true, I am afraid. Aber Bradley, he is how you American's say...a...a b***h vhen it comes to the art of sex. Oh, yes; it was just zhe ozher day zhat in zhe locker room, vhen he vas inspecting zhe little bit of a p***s he had left, due to zhe accident...zhat he started asking zhe most bizarre things. Truly strange it had been. Bradley is...und it is indeed hard for me to say zhis, aber he is a homosexual beyond fixing. He presents his gesäß zu whoever he believes can handle zhem. I tried helping zhe poor fellow, I took him zu a strip club where i happened zu save a poor frau mit my mastery skills of zhe martial arts und exotic kickboxing. I even---"

His phone suddenly chimed showing that he had a text message. "Eine minute." he voiced in german as he held up a finger to gesture one minute before looking over the text. It was from Melody saying that she'd rather do the photoshoot with him. Meaning his evil plan was coming together nicely. If Trinity wasn't in the elevator with him, he would've burst out in a fit of laughter. Instead he suppressed it and laughed mentally. Besides, Melody was definitely a catch. He'd have to admit that, and wasn't afraid to either. So he texted back:

I would love nothing more
than doing the shoot with you.
I don't think my manager would
mind getting me out of w/e
I was called to do. Otherwise,
I might just have to fire him.
LOL

Kaiser

The Lol was the key part, but honestly the male was damn serious about firing his agent if he didn't allow the switch to happen. And then that's when he noticed that the elevator opened and Trinity was walking out. So he quickly walked to catch up with her pace. Once more she was looking at her phone, this time he decided to catch her before she could start getting distracted with texting. He didn't even know if she was replying to Bradley. If she was, then his blood would be boiling, unless she was rejecting her offer from before. Well, he'd have to make sure she stuck with that, didn't he? "Aber zu make a long story short. Bradley, lost his skills und I taught him, like learning zu ride a bike, I told him it vas hard zu forget. Aber zhe disease left his p***s horribly crippled und disfigured. Zhere was not much I could do, I am afraid. He could not, as you Americans say, 'Get it up'. So as a friend of Bradley Anderson's, I ask you zu save him zhe embarrassment, und don't look upon his sad...puny piece zhat is all zhat he has left zu symbolize his manliness. It vould crush him--- plus, he is gay, und believes his best aspect is indeed...his a**..." Kaiser almost threw up a little in his mouth for voicing that Bradley was actually his good friend. That is disgusting!

He followed her outside, apparently she didn't have to check out, and neither did he. Though when she seemed to be waiting for something, he found himself saying. "If it is a ride you are needing, ich could offer you von (one)."

Translation
mit = with
eine Minute = one minute
zu = to
aber = but
und = and
gesäß = buttocks
frau = woman/miss
ich = I

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