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[t o d a y YESTERDAY]

It was supposed to be a good night. She had met with Shaant earlier to let him know that she had invited Justin to the concert, as his girlfriend had been unable to come. Everything seemed to have been going as planned and, once again, the red head had actually believed that Pinky and the Brain had managed to take over the world get exactly what they wanted. In her mind, after just one night, Justin would see what he missing out on as longas he stayed with Hyori. After all, she wasn't even that good of an actress The only reason she got the main role in this newest film was due to the push for the film world to become more culturally diverse. She just happened to be the first non-white girl with sex appeal to audition. The role was practically handed to her. The poor girl would probably actually start to believe she had some talent and as soon as she tried making it in Hollywood, she would have an emotional breakdown when she realized that no one actually wanted her.

However, if Jane was going to try and figure out the reliability of her assumptions off her current track record of predictions, then she was most likely wrong. The fair skinned grl had predicted that the night of the concert would run as smoothly as a hot knife through butter but, in the end, things hadn't ended as smoothly as she would have liked. In fact, it had been down right embarrassing. She had been hanging out with Shaant beforehand, talking about their usual musings. Though, as of late the topic of Hollywood and fame had become an understood hazard topic. Until she had proof of her own talent in the form of a lead role in a TV show or movie, she was going to avoid that topic like the plague. After a while, she had received a text from Justin and went and brought him back stage. She was hoping that her best friend and him would get more face time (as that was probably the only reason the Dreamer had come), but only after a quick hello, Shaant had to run out on stage. The red head thought that she would be able to keep a conversation between the med student and herself. After all, she was a people person. She could normally strike up a conversation with anyone and make them instantly lower their guards. But when she was left alone with him, all words seemed to evade her grasp. Jane didn't know what to say and later couldn't even remember what she had said. However, it was very clear that it hadn't been very interesting, as the air between them suddenly grew very awkward.

If it wasn't bad enough that the guy she liked now thought that she was some washed up actress incapable of social interaction, some guy came up to him and started picking a fight. Right before her eyes, an all out fight broke out between the guys. Jane was about to step in to break up the fight but then little Miss Perfect showed up. At that point in time all she could think about was how Hyori wasn't even supposed to be there. Eventually the fight disintegrated, but the Actress ended up leaving with the Dreamer, leaving the Former Star to fend for herself. She tried to enjoy the concert, she really did. Shaant's band was actually really good and he was becoming successful in his own right. Soon enough he would be financially independent, if he wasn't already.

But two key facts always nagged at her. For one, it always bothered her how it seemed that with her fading career, his seemed to flourish. Back when they were seven, their roles were practically reversed. He was the one that was watching her do amazing things that only a select few of children got to take a part in. Now, a little more than a decade and a half later, she was the nobody and he was the somebody. He had screaming fan girls that would do anything, including strip for fifteen minutes of recognition from the star. Compared to her, plain Jane; an actress that fell from grace to rock bottom as soon as she hit puberty. No casting director ever wanted an awkward teenager that was still growing into their body. And as she looked up at Shaant, a lead guitarist from some other popular rock band, she couldn't help but hate him. She was jealous, but the girl knew that she could never do anything to hurt him. He was her best friend, and only friend. Which brings up the second point. He didn't seem to understand just how much she needed him, and it was much more than she would care to admit. Every time he left her at a club or a party, it was just another act of betrayal. He was feeding her to the piranhas of the entertainmen world. After all, nowadays all she was was a punch line on late night television and no one wants to be the person to associate with a leper. All she needed was someone to prove to everyone that she had more talent then ever and could compete with the gorgeous women of Hollywood. And Shaant just didn't seem to be the one willing to play that role.

Though, she couldn't blame him. He had better things to do than hang out with his child hood friend. He was older now and had far different interests than what he had had when he was younger. It would be unrealistic to expect that their friendship would continue without changes. So, she never said anything to Shaant. Jane didn't want to be the nagging best friend, afraid then that she truly would lose him. The red head watched the band until they were done their set before leaving. There was no point in saying goodbye to him. For one, he didn't care and two, he probably wouldn't remember in the morning anyways. She walked out of the entrance alone, wearing a Tell All Tuesday band shirt and skinny jeans, like just another band groupie. Oh how the mighty had fallen. She proceeded over to her car, the only semblance of her former glory. Without a backwards glance, she slid into her car and sped off back to her apartment where she would spend the night with only the company of Ben and Jerry and a good horror movie.


After Another Lonely Night -->


She went through her usual morning routine, nothing of significance; work out, shower, brush teeth, hair, and makeup. It was the same routine she had been doing for years, and she always finished before most people were just waking up. But that was Jane. The red head never let a minute go to waste. After all, life is about timing. Eventully she pulled on a lace camisole and a pair of skinny jeans. By the front door of her loft, she made a small pile of items she needed to bring out with her that day, including a boyfriend cardigan, a pair of Osiris shoes, and a tanned leather satchel. Just as she moved into her kitchen to make herself some breakfast, her phone began to ring to the tune of Word On the Street by Boys Will Be Boys. As soon as the beginning notes of the guitar played, she hung her head knowing exactly who it was. Letting out an irritated sigh, she reached out for her phone, unlocked the screen, just so that she could confirm that she had received a text from Hyori. The red head was tempted to throw her phone at the wall, but thought better of it. She knew what she had to do. Keep your friends close, but your enemies closer.

Reading over the words, she tried to think how to respond. Every move around the other girl had to be precisely calculated. It took all her will to be nice as she sent out the text to the Actress.

Hey love
Don't worry. I had fun with
Justin. I just hope he enjoyed
it too. I have Dramatic Literature
today. What about you? Though
I would love to hang out it we
don't have a class together.
- Jane

Dear God. She felt like she was going to barf. Did she really just call Hyori love? What was worst was that she just agreed to hang out with the girl after classes. That was going to be pur hell. Jane would need an escape plan. Perhaps she could see if Shaant was up for hanging out that night. Speaking of the devil, just then her phone started ringing, this time it was the song Without You by Three Days Grace. The red head snapped out of her thoughts and quickly opened her text from the Rock star. Her shoulders slumped as her eyes moved over his words. He was wasted, nothing surprising. No doubt he was still entangled in a mess of bodies and limbs. What was worst was that he actually had had faith that she would be able to charm Justin enough to actually get into his pants. When in reality, she hadn't even managed to break through the awkward conversation stage of their relationship. Awesome. Opening up a new message, she started writing back to the Rock star.

Hey Pinky. I'm glad one of
us had a good night. I struck
out with Justin. I didn't even
get to first base. His girlfriend
showed up. I can't even get a
guy now. I have now hit rock
bottom. Feel free to come
kidnap me any time and bring
me back to Hollywood. By the
way do you think you can
take a night off from being a
celeb? We could hang out.
More importantly, do you need
to be picked up from wherever
you are right now? I have time
before class.
- Brain

Running a hand through her straight hair, she set her phone back on her kitchen island and went back to grabbing a bowl, the box of Cheerios, some strawberries and milk. She sat down at the bar and instinctively looked around the large loft and let out sigh. Being alone was something that she dealt with on a regular basis, something that she had just grown accustomed to over the years.

[xAscoldrainfalls]

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

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Social events really weren’t Patty’s scene. Why’s that? Well, she came from a small town. Sure, she moved to the big apple on her own (not to mention she got into the school here) she really had NO social skills WHAT. SO. EVAR. She really had no friends around here and this COULD be a time where she made friends. Well she knew a few people around town, but honestly, she really didn’t know anyone THAT well. As much as she’d LIKE to say that she had at least A friend, she couldn’t. She had many acquaintances, but no friends. Before she decided to go to the party, she had a long internal battle with herself ’Stay home and play xbox… or go to the party?’ She asked herself many times. The end result was that she went to the party. What she did was not according to her plan though. At first she decided that she was going to stay home and play xbox, but when she started playing, the thought of going to the party just seemed to taunt her more. At this point she was regretting her decision of staying home… but seeing as it was still really early in the evening, she turned the system off and got ready for this party. She wasn’t dressed extravagantly or anything. She wouldn’t stand out, it wouldn’t surprise her if she seemed invisible to everyone. She didn’t know how to put herself out there and be social. Of course if this was all one big video game, that would be a different story, but this wasn’t a video game, there were not cheats.

At the party, she seemed to stand out to one person in particular. After Patty had a few drinks in her system, she started talking to people and whatnot. No, she didn't really make friends, but someone that she really didn't know, Trinity, had grabbed her attention. She couldn't ever recall seeing this female before. Even more drinks into her system and she was pretty much gone. Patty wasn't even legally allowed to drink. She had NO tolerance. Trinity had kept calling her flower all night. Why she was doing that, Patty didn't know, but she thought it was cute. It was like a nickname. Patty really didn't have friends to give her nicknames (well aside from Patty). Seeing as Patty really couldn't even see straight, she let Trinity take her to wherever. She had no clue what was about to happen... she didn't even know why they were going over there or anything, she just kind of followed Trinity. It seemed like a good idea at the time.She would stumble here or there, but she never once fully lost her balance. When they were under the stairwell it didn't really occur to the florist what was going on. Sure, she may have been drunk and registered what was going on, but she probably wouldn't really remember much of anything come morning time.

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Surprisingly enough, when Patty woke up, she didn't have a splitting headache. She didn't know if the night was just a dream. What made her realize that it wasn't a dream was where she woke up. She sat up from where she was laying and then looked around. It definitely was her apartment... She realized where she was. She was on the floor in her living room, right next to the heater. She looked around and really wanted to know what the hell was going n. She was in all the clothes that she was wearing the previous night before... even her shoes. She wasn't that cold because the heater was on, but she had to admit, it wasn't a comfortable place to sleep. She took her low top converse off without untying them and then threw them across the room, hitting the front door, making a loud thud as they hit the door and then the floor. She sat there for a second and then rubbed her eyes and let her hands fall to the floor. She was tired... but it was too late in the day to go back to sleep. It had to have been like... noon or something. She let out a deep breath and then looked around. It wasn't until her eyes grazed across the cable box in the living room. When she saw that it definitely wasn't noon, her eyes almost bugged out of her skull. This didn't make sense. She felt like she had slept for a long time... according to her clock she only slept a couple hours.

She rubbed her eyes again and looked at the clock. She didn't know whether her mind was playing tricks on her or if THIS was a dream. She took another deep breath and then got up off the floor. She had to steady herself for a second, but then she blinked really hard a couple of times and the room looked normal. She could tell that this was legit. She went to the kitchen area and saw that the microwave said the same time. She rubbed her eyes again and then grabbed the soy milk out of the fridge and poured herself a glass. She took a sip of it and personally, with the horrid after taste of all the fruity alcohol on her tongue already, this didn't taste good... at all... She put the cup of unfinished milk in the fridge and then took her jacket off and tossed it onto the couch. At least she had a good deception of how far something was. Thank you video game mindset. She went to her room and then laid down on the bed for a few minutes, trying to go back to sleep. At least if she fell asleep... this time she'd be comfortable. She laid there for a few minutes, but couldn't go to sleep... no matter how long she kept her eyes closed. about ten minutes later, she couldn't stand it anymore. She was restless. She had to get up and do something. She picked herself up off of the bed and went back out to the living room and turned the tv on and started up her xbox.

She checked her online buddies and there really wasn't anyone she cared to talk to. She turned her xbox off and then went back to her bedroom. She didn't know what to do, so she thought she'd go and treat herself to some tea and then maybe pick up a new video game. Who knew? She really had no one that she could hang out with, so no matter what, she'd just come back to her apartment by herself at the end of the day. Patty slipped into a pair of jeans she's only worn once and then changed her shirt. One that was plain, but fitting... and clean. She went to the bathroom and looked at her reflection. Her eyes wanted to bulge out of her skull again. She looked like crap. She grabbed up a ponytail holder and then tied her hair up in a messy bun. She went to her shower and grabbed her toothbrush, toothpaste and face wash. She took all of it over to the counter and then grabbed some vasaline and used it to get off any extra make up residue that was left over from the night before. Using toilet paper, she cleaned up the make up and all its grossness of being mixed up with vasaline then threw the blackened piece of paper out. She quickly washed her face and brushed her teeth. She was just going to run out and get a video game and come back home. When she was done in the bathroom, she left everything where it was and then walked back into her room.

She pulled her hair out of the ponytail and ran a hand through her hair. She might need to take a shower when she got back home. Her hair wasn't feeling too disgusting, but once she took that beanie off... that might be a different story. She put the beanie on, grabbed one of her heavier jackets, put that one, then grabbed a scarf and some gloves. None of her stuff was really fancy, all of it was really the same color, pink and it all was a couple years old. She put a pair of socks on and then walked out of her room and back into the main room of her apartment. She looked around to find her shoes, only to remember she threw them at the door. She went to get them and put them on. Her shoes weren't anything spectacular either. When she stood back up, she looked around only to see that her purse was NOT on the couch. Not saying that she remembered WHERE she put her purse, but she definitely expected it to be on the couch. She found it sitting on the counter right next to the fridge. She grabbed it up and then left her apartment. She went and looked in her purse to see if she had everything... which surprisingly, she did. She forgot her lip balm at home, but everything that she really did need was right there in her purse.

She walked out of the building and took her content self over to the local starbucks. She didn't approve of all that they did, BUT she really did like their tea. She popped into the building and ordered herself a medium sized tea. She paid her due and then waited for her drink to be made. When the clerk put it at the end of the counter, Patty thanked him and then picked up her drink and left. She had no car, so her only form of travel was the bus or a taxi... or a friend who could drive, but she didn't even have that. She walked to one of the nearest bus stations that would take her to the game store. She had all the game shops mapped out and knew which bus station would take her to which shop. She walked up to the bus station. Someone was already standing there. It was an acquaintance of hers. She sat down at the opposite end of the bench and she took a deep breath of the cold air. She didn't know whether or not it would be okay to say anything to the other person there. Part of her didn't even think she should bother. This wasn't a video game, it was real life. She wasn't ballsy in real life like she was in the virtual world. So she just kept quiet. Out of no where though, her phone went off. It was a quick notification thing and she dug her phone out of her purse and read over the text. What surprised her was that it was from Corey. She really didn't talk to Corey too much. Maybe a conversation here or there, but she never texted her. She wanted to hang out? Patty had nothing better to do so she slid the keyboard out and started a reply.

Well, if you want to, I didn't have anything
planned today. Would you want to meet
me somewhere? I was actually on my way
to get a new game. Wanna meet me at the
game shop? I don't know how to get to your
apartment from... well... from anywhere really
><

[mokiepuppymaster]

xxx

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

He wasn't saying anything. Why wasn't he saying anything. All Yulia wanted him to do was say at least something. This moment that might've been a few seconds, felt literally like an eternity. And when he did speak, she felt her face heat up even more. Ten minutes? Did it really take him ten minutes to put his pants on? She wasn't sure if he was trying to make her feel better or not. After all, the after effects of drinking weren't. Personally she wanted to go home and just crawl under her blankets on her bed and wait for the day to end. But made her feel worse was the fact that she had even said what she had said. Of course it were a lie. It wasn't like she wouldn't have ever considered him...it's just...at the same time, she just wans't supposed to. He had a girlfriend, a girlfriend who was highly beautiful and talented and pretty much everything that Roiry had seemed like he wanted. After all, he liked Blair back in highschool...not her. When he didn't reply to her comment, she felt herself bite down on her bottom lip and stare towards the back of his head when he turned away from her, before pulling the dress up more and simply continued to struggle slightly with the zipper.

The words she wanted to seemed to grow fat in her throat, not even giving her the chance to say anything. Two little words, that's all she had to say were two little words. And yet she couldn't. Even after he voiced that he was going to the bathroom, she opened her mouth to attempt voicing them, but then he blurted out 'soo later' and rushed to the bathroom. And there she stood, staring at the door, feeling like the biggest idiot in the world. She looked over towards the mirror, as she managed to get the zipper up. Her hair was terribly messy, and just looking at herself...honestly, Yulia felt she looked terrible. There was just something about her face that looked groggier in her opinion...if that was even the right word to use. "Of course he was drunk," she mumbled as she tugged a strand behind her ear, and slowly took a few steps in hopes of finding her shoes. All Yulia had to do...was apologize. Why was it so difficult? She heard the sound of her cellphone chime, and instantly her mind went back to the fact that she did actually have a phone. That and a purse as well, floating around this room. Carefully she glanced around, following the direction the sound seemed to come from. Do you know where she found her phone? Well, not in her purse. No, that was tossed over on the nightstand that the hotel room's telephone rested on with a copy of the phone book. No, where she had found her cellphone was actually wedged down in between the bed and the nightstand, near the outlet that the lamp had plugged into.

'I actually shared a room with him...,' played lightly in her head, bringing her heart to beat a little faster. Why couldn't she stop blushing? Probably the same reason she couldn't get it out of her mind. 'What if we cuddled?' then that's when it hit her. Swiftly she looked towards the bed, and started moving the blankets and covers so she could get a good look at the white sheets that rested beneath them. Something...wasn't right. She knew the sheets were technically not clean, but they should've been messier than what they were. Yulia didn't think she had done anything that would've effected that...nothing that would've technically ruptured anything...just because of her lifestyle. Still, it wasn't making sense. They had to have...didn't they? Or was the fact that she only knew about sex through books and what she was vaguelly told from from her teacher in sex-ed (her father wasn't really big on the talk and her step-mother never felt it was her place). "Isn't there also supposed to be...se---." She couldn't bring herself to even say it. It was the correct term after all...semen...though the word just wouldn't leave her lips. She didn't even feel ultimately gross as she figured she would've. Yulia found herself wondering if this was how she was supposed to feel.

Her phone chimed once more. Swiftly she looked back down towards her cellphone. Right, she had text messages. So she opened up her phone to see the window reading off that she had 2 new text messages. The first was from Logan and the second from Justin. It was their group and here she was with her selfishness was wedging it apart. She should've had more self control. Yulia knew better than to even drink, and especially not go back to a hotel with Roirdan. It was her fault and mentally she kept telling herself that. She was to the point where she didn't even know if she could bring herself to reply. Logan's message practically taunted her. A good time last night? Now that portion of her evening seemed even more like a blur. Yulia sat down on the bed, and looked at the second message. Justin also knew about the drinking and even mentioned the possibility of poisoning. They were both concerned...they were concerned for a girl who would probably be called a witch for even placing herself in the situation to be the other woman. 'What if I didn't sleep with him?' she wondered to herself, but then again, it didn't change the fact that she might've kissed him. She dropped her phone in her lap and just covered up her face in hopes of blocking out the overwhelming feeling. Yulia always considered herself a good person. She wasn't a slut, she didn't do drugs she didn't even cuss. She cared deeply about school and valued the idea of having a career more than anything. She considered herself a very professional person that didn't need to rely on anyone else to get where she wanted to be in life.

She considered herself emotionally strong, and yet at this point she felt sick, she had a headache and just wanted to curl up and cry about how frustrating everything had been. She didn't care about the butterfly effect, she wanted to take it back. She wanted to take back last night as a whole. And then that's when the door opened to the bathroom, bringing her to look up from her hands and stare at Roiry. He said he had to sort things out, that could mean anything and here Yulia found herself trying to read in between the lines for the secret meaning. "Well...what if there was nothing to deal with?" she lightly asked, she felt her voice quiver however. No, no matter what, she had to keep it together. Yulia understood that much, and would stick with it. But what if her theory was far from accerate? What if the lack of everything, meant nothing? What if in their drunken state they disposed of the other sheets? What if they showered last night as well, drunkenly together even? "I mean...i suppose...we...just forget it ever happened," she corrected herself, barely audible. "It's not like I remember any of it anyways..." Once more her eyes trailed away from him. She hated feeling weak like this. It felt weird being in her own skin. Though she did force herself to look towards him sitting on the couch. "Did...you get in touch with Blair?" she wasn't even sure why she brought up the girl. Maybe because she knew deep down inside she wished she were in Blair's shoes. It was stupid, and personally, she hated wanting anything stupid. But she couldn't stop it.

"Besides, I know it meant nothing for you. So is there anything really to do about it?"


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

[mokiepuppymaster]

You say the STRIP'S already rolling :: And the BEDROOM is the set
I hope you know your LINES :: 'cause one TAKE is all we get
you go hit the LIGHTS:: I'll set up the CAMERA
Let's get to the ACTION!!!

STELLENA [[TRINITY]] RIVERA
Jealousy can make a b***h; But haters make me *Famous*.
This Bunny doesn't mind being Tagged 'SluT'

Trinity had no idea that she'd need to regret giving him the freedom to continue on with why Bradley wouldn't be able to satisfy her. Honestly, she didn't see how the football player couldn't. After all, he did such a good job back in highschool that she didn't even mind tweaking around with the idea of going behind her bestie's back. Bestie, she wasn't even sure if she ever considered Melody as such...after all, she was more of that friend who she respected greatly, though constantly wondered who were considered more desirable. She wasn't necessarily a rival. No, Trin was too old for things like that. Maybe just a girl who was on her level, practically a second her, but not quite. It was hard to explain. And it was even harder to think of fully with Kaiser here in the elevator with her. She didn't even feel nearly as sexy as she often did. How could she? She still had the after traces of sex on her, and would've stayed to shower if the shower wasn't already occupied. She was even more caught off guard when Kaiser called Bradley a b***h from the start. She honestly had to do a double take to stare at him, not even sure if she heard him right and yet he continued on saying things about how Bradley was doing bizarre things in the lockerroom. The moment that Bradley's equipment was doubted, she furrowed her brows not fully sure if she could believe this, but she'd hear him out, that's for sure. She definitely had to raise a brow when he mentioned Bradley being gay. Him? Gay? And who would he be gay with? The thought of Tom slipped into her mind but she ruled it out, they were just friends. That's like saying that she wants to bed Mercedes...

'Hm...Cedie...' she wondered to herself, but pushed it out of her mind. It was a good thing that he took a break to answer his text message, because truth be told Trin needed a break from his ridiculousness. Plus, she suddenly recieved a number of texts all at once. One from Cristal, Mercedes and Melody as well. Then one from Shaant popped up, though she furrowed her brows towards the fact that there wasn't one from Bradley. Maybe he was busy at the moment? Trin hoped not too busy for her, otherwise she might have to be too busy for him. Now won't she? First she looked at her reply from Cristal. It wasn't much of anything, definitely nothing worth replying to. Well, until she saw that little tag at the end about not sleeping alone. So she texted:

A name? Then again,
strangers have a certain
allure to them as well
don't they.

xxxTrinxxx


She figured this meant they'd probably be meeting up today. After all, the 'princess's' birthday was coming up. Sometimes she felt that her friends looked for the littlest excuse to throw a party, but she wasn't complaining. Their parties brought out the guys, and who knows maybe she'll find someone worth getting excited over? Someone who could play as hard as her. So far that person had been Shaant. Which is why she decided to reply to him:

Yeah, might as well.
You know it'll be too
hot for tv though, right?
Last time, let's just say
I was getting warmed up.


She was just about to reply to Mercedes and Melody, though stopped when Kaiser started up his story again. Honestly Trin didn't understand German, she never took it back in highschool or even in college. She knew Spanish, bits of French, that sort of thing. In her opinion Spanish was more towards her hertitage despite the fact that she was pretty much mixed with everything under the sun, her ancestory was pretty diverse. But why French? She believed that the French had money. When she said she wanted a foreign guy, Kaiser just wasn't what she had in mind and the more he talked negatively about Bradley the more turned-off she got with him. She figured he was heading over to check out or something, then she could just get away from him...but that didn't happen. Instead he followed her out through the doors. God, Trin thought being pursued was annoying, she'd rather if she was doing the chasing, but still she walked quite confidently, allowing him to keep talking, just waiting until his 'story' was done. When it finished she only glanced over towards him with her hazel colored eyes, just staring at him if he was honestly serious. Was he really going to stick with the story he just told. He didn't take it back. He didn't take back a single word. He wasn't even adding an "I'm kidding". Instead he offered to give her a ride.

Trin could see it now, she'd get in his car, and then the conversation would start up again about Bradley and how terrible he is. Though at that point something formed in her mind, well, she couldn't help but have a soft spot to seeing people in awkward situations. If Kaiser was so confident, she wondered how confident he'd be if more people found out about this little tale of his that he was wanting to stick by. Which is why she spoke up with a grin placed on her lips, she even moved to stroke the side of his face ever so lightly. It was clean shaven, then again, from what she remembered, that's how Kaiser usually kept himself, wasn't it? It was a shame, since Trin thought some hair was actually sexy. Don't get her wrong, there was definitely a thing called 'too much' for the girl. "You know, I was just going to wait for a taxi, but I suppose there's nothing wrong with having company." Though she wasn't going to offer having sex with him. She still didn't have the chance to reset from last night. Besides, why have Kaiser, who she had no idea of his actual skill, when she could have Shaant again, who was fairly entertaining last night. She then looked back down at her phone and looked once more at her message from Melody. It wasn't anything that she necessarily had to reply to. It was more of just a responce to what she said, and she wasn't sure if she wanted to bring Bradley up to the girl. Not even to ask if he was off limits. No one asks that sort of thing. Instead she texted:

I take it no one's there with you.
I was going to ask, who do you
think you partied more with. Guys
or Girls?

xxxTrinxxx

As long as Melody slipped over to be gay, then she wouldn't have to worry, now would she? Though Trinity couldn't talk, she personally couldn't discriminate against the soft bodies of women. They just couldn't offer all of the things that she wanted, or liked to have involved...but she wouldn't turn down a girl if she was, well, willing. Next was Mercedes, the text message that she was pretty much avoiding. She wasn't afraid of the blonde, she just knew what she had done. It was funny, and yet at the same time she actually cared. Just a bit. Still the girl didn't see too upset. So perhaps there was no harm in replying to her? It's just last night she was in party-mode, meaning, she doesn't get in contact with anyone that symbolizes the end of the party. Sure she made a plan and told Mercedes to make sure she got home no matter what, but alcohol just seems to be an even better convincer towards that sort of thing. Can't it?

Yeah. I guess it died or something?
But I'm fine. No harm, no need to
dwell on it. By the way, do you
think that there's a chance that
Bradley's gay? Kaiser's telling
me that he presents his a** to
boys in the locker room.

xxxTrinxxx


And for the icing on the cake, she scrolled down her contacts, and located Tom's number. This time she definitely made sure Kaiser couldn't get a glimpse at this text, even if he wanted to. So instead she took a step back from him, and turned so she was more facing him, though her cellphone was held in between them. "So where's your car?" she asked as her attention was set on the text that she was typing up. If his ride was a piece of s**t, then she'd rather take a taxi. She wasn't sure if she'd take the give him a strange look approach or cuss him out for playing around with her like that. Trinity felt her time was precious after all. "It's actually yours right? And you're not just borrowing it from someone are you? 'Cause, I know for a fact that Bradley owns his sportscars." She baited him. She completely baited him and she knew it, now it was just a matter if he takes it and starts up another rant. In her opinion, this was a test to see if Kaiser was just jealous or something, or maybe he really did speak the truth? There was no telling until she saw Bradley with her own eyes. Her text to Tom was finished, and she sent it and slipped it once more into her purse:

Kaiser apparently has
been checking out Brad's
a** and esp. his d**k. He
says he taught Brad all he
knows about sex & tried
turning him straight, but Brad
can't be fixed and s**t like that.
Don't say I didn't warn you.
Stuff like this can spread like
fire & don't be surprised if you
get dragged in too. You already
******** dykes/masc.girls.

xxxTrinxxx


"And are you sure he's gay? I mean, I've seen Brad with girls," Trinity commented simply. "Or did you actually see him with a guy?"

((Not as good as I would've liked))

We goin' REWIND :: Go one MORE time
Play back our LOVE :: On the WIDE screen
Baby don't STOP until I say cut :: Camera's off, CAMERA's out
KEEP it rollin' :: No body DOUBLE needed
'cause I do all the STUNTS on my own

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[Michirugurl]

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Demtrius was up on his small white Macbook writing every single detail of events that happened in yesterdays party. He barely slept as he was. He had about three empty Styrofoam cups on his desk and a brand new one that he just bought about 10 minutes ago. He didn’t feel too tired not with what had happened last night. The most Demetrius probably slept was about 3 or 4 hours. After that he was just up like an owl, hunched over his laptop writing away as if he had just discovered something important. Demetrius was amazed and surprised at the turn of evens but he didn’t care as long as he had the latest scoop. The only thing that was bothering him was the fact that he didn’t know the fights had started. Fights because not just one brawled out but two came to happen and Demetrius was just at the right spot at the right time. He was very curious about the relationship and the tension between Corey and Chris and also between Chris and Justin. Demetrius missed something he knew he did but he no matter how hard he thought about it and how hard he tried to remember last nights events he just couldn’t remember anything else. Nothing extra or some small clue that he might have missed. Which is very unlikely for Demetrius to miss any type of information because he had a very good photographic memory. Demetius remembered even the littlest things no else could, and that is what always helped Demetrius when it came to writing his reports. That’s why he is such a good paparazzi, he knows how to get the scoop and he does a great job doing it too.

After typing up a few last minute changes to his story he saved the file on his USB memory device and on his computer. Hey you can never to safe about saving extras copies here and there because you’ll never know what can happen. Like your computer dying or catching a virus, the USB falling in the toilet or just having problems with either electronic device. Demtrius leaned his head back for a bit to rest and relax, after sitting in front of the computer for 5 hours. He was very happy, even though he had stayed up for five hours because he got the latest sccop on a few people and even though he didn’t get a chance to talk to him, Demetrius saw his idol Shaant from Tell All Tuesday, his favorite rock group. The only thing was he saw him from a glance and the minute Demetrius turned around to try and talk to him, Shaant just disappeared. He tried to get him to talk to him but he was out meeting other people and even with his all access pass Demetrius still wasn’t allowed to get close and that sucked.He didn’t see him at all after that, but Demetrius was glad he got to see him, who else gets the chance that Demetius has? He did see Kevin and Sami, but neither wanted to talk to him or give him a chance to get an interview. Which was why Demetrius decided to try and be friends with Kevin, since he knows Shaant and might be his all access pass to meet Shaant. That would be absolutely insane. So insane Demtrius would probably faint if he ever met Shaant. That’s how much he adores this guy. On top of that he even heard that Shaant is working on a big Porn production. That was set to release sometime this year and Demetrius couldn’t wait to have it. He was always checking up on the date its set out to come out, but it hasn’t yet been announced. Which means Demtrius would just have to wait a little while longer.

After a few more minutes Demetrius closed his Mac Book and got off from his seat heading towards the kitchen. He was extremely hungry and decided that a nice bite to eat for breakfast is what he needed to get energized and to be one the move once again. He walked over to his refrigerator and opened the bottom drawer to discover he really didn’t have anything to eat. He has been so focused on work he hasn’t been paying attentions to his surroundings. Which usually happens, since Demetrius focuses on work and barely eats, that’s why he is so skinny. But that was Demetrius life, and he didn’t really care, he just has to make sure he remembers to go grocery shopping today. But today he would just go out to have breakfast. He didn’t know where to go or what he was craving. “Maybe I’ll just go to a Café somewhere nearby, since its just to eat.” he thought to himself as he looked around the kitchen to make sure that there wasn’t anything else he could eat. But the cabinets where as empty as the fridge and there was just nothing he could eat. So he rushed over to his room grabbed a jacket, his car keys, his cell phone, wallet and his green iPod nano before heading out the door and into his 2004 green Honda accord.

After about 10 minutes Demetrius arrived in front of a little café he thought would be good enough to eat at. He went inside and Alex and Oliver sitting in a table about to eat breakfast. He really didn’t know either one of them that much, just that Chris and Cristal were dating and that Alex used to go out With Melody but that was about a year ago and they broke up. He had seen Oliver a few times, each time he did it was with a different girl, most Demetrius knew but there few he didn’t know. Demetrius smiled he thought this would be the perfect opportunity to make friends. After all Demetrius believes that the key to making a good path for yourself is making good friends and meeting as many people as one could. Because the more people you know the more connection one has, the more connection you have, the opportunities that come knocking at your door. The more people your know now, the easier it will be in the future to get what you want. That’s how Demetrius saw people, connections, life, and opportunities. And right now an opportunity was knocking on his door. He has a chance to meet these people and maybe later on they might help him out with what he needs or help him get more information/ scoop on other people. Like on Shaant or Hyori or maybe even that new girl that’s always hanging with Shaant.

Demetrius always wondered who she was. He knew she wasn’t Shaant’s girlfriend because he announced to the public he was single. Besides Demetrius knew everything about Shant’s life except who the hell is this girl that is always hanging around him. Like one of those clingy purse girls carry. That was what Demetrius thought that girl was, maybe she was just trying to get more publicity by hanging around Shaant. Well Demetrius will see to that, he’s going to get to the bottom of this mystery and figure out who this mystery girl is. Maybe she was part of Shaant’s past? Maybe even Demetrius looked up Shaant’s history he might find something there or at least find some kind of clue of who she is. But for now Demetrius will just focus at what is at hand. Demetrius walked to the cashier and asked for a black coffee and some scrambled eggs with bacon and sausage. After he ordered he headed to the table where Alex and Oliver sat. “Weren’t you guys at the party last night? I think I’ve seen you guys there?” He looked over at Alex and noticed she looked a little sick not to mention her hands were in her head. Which seems like she was having a real bad headache or maybe it was some kind of head pain. I was there but I didn’t stay too long. Then Demetrius looked at Chris. “Hey weren’t you the one who got into a fight with that other kid.” He paused for a minute trying to remember the guys name. “what’s his name” he said tapping his finger on the table“Justin? right” he then looked at him and trying to look sympathetic for Chris. “So what happened between the two of you?” he asked.

Demetrius was very happy an excited because he knew this was his chance to get an inside scoop. At least he would get information and view one person’s side of the story. This was all he needed to help his report. “Weren’t you in two fights anyways? you must like making trouble.” he asked Chris with a smirk on his face. He knew he was being very blunt and straight forward. But that was just how Demetrius was and he didn’t care what people thought. He just needed information and he didn’t like beating around the bush he just like getting straight down to business. “I’m Demetrius by the way.” he told Chris Alex and Oliver as he took his hand out to shake their hands. “You guys wouldn’t mind if I join you would you?” he asked as he stood at the end of the table looking towards each and every one of them with a smile on his face.

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[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 ♫

My oh my how tempting it was not wanting to have some alone time with Justin, seeing him there showered, and looking handsome as usual. Hyori loved that about Justin he worried about himself. But worried in a way of being of presentable not worried as in do I look cute, or too nicely dressed that other girls might eye him. On the other hand Hyori felt disgusted with herself, here she is in her night gown, hasn't showered or brushed her teeth. She felt gross in his presence. She smiled when she heard him speak, she felt as though it had been ages since she heard his voice and it was only a night. Not to mentioned she loved his accent, even though he didn't. It just made her smile, it brightens her day and sometimes it turns her on. When Hyori felt Justin wrap his arms around her Hyori felt like she was floating in heaven. She felt strong, safe and secure with Justin, something she never really did feel with Oliver. Justin's kiss was simple and she loved it, he’s so caring and she knew this meant they're little awkwardness was now over and forgotten. It's amazing how they do those kinds of things, like fight and then they will make up and forget it like nothing had happened. The only thing that they haven't been able to do that with was when Hyori cheated on him. But I guess they are moving on from it little by little. It just takes time and some healing especially for Justin since he was the one who had the big blow.

Hyori couldn't help but smile when she heard him say I love you, but it made her feel guilty, because he loves her completely and honestly and Hyori didn't feel worthy of it. She messed it up once what if she does it again? But none the less Hyori put her arms around his neck pulled them close so that they're for heads were touching. "I know you do hun and I love you too." then she pulled away "Meaner I look all messy and you stand there all clean, I feel gross. I haven't even brushed my teeth and you just kissed me. That's why I just pecked you silly. Im all gross." She knew Justin didn't care, he has seen her at worse times and lets not talk a bout when she is sick. But she still wanted to look good for him, get all cute and ready for him. She loved those kinds of things, things that she knew he would take notice of. In fact Hyori knew Justin was the only guy who noticed what she wore, If she tried something different for him. Anything. Not like her past boyfriends who didn't give a care or even notice her effort. But Hyori was now happy because she has Justin. What more could she ask for?

After he let go Hyori rushed towards the bathroom to at least brush her teeth, she felt gross not brushing her teeth. After a few minutes Hyori came back out of the bathroom and couldn't help but glow when she saw how he looked at the breakfast prepared before him. She felt satisfied and happy, she did something for him today and that was enough to brighten the whole day for Hyori. She smiled as his compliment. "Babe you know i am not perfect but I can try for you. And no I can't whistle silly." Hyori knew she wasn't perfect and sometimes when he said things like this she felt guilty and horrible inside. Sometimes there was this little voice in the back of her head constantly reminding her. "You don't deserve him, just let him move on in life and find another." But Hyori didn't want to lose him, besides Justin gave her another chance. Which meant Hyori had another chance to change and prove herself for him, to fix her mistakes. She had her chance and she wanted to take full opportunity of it. She really loves and cares about Justin and she didn't want to make any more mistakes.

Hyori is certain that she just wants to be there for Justin even though their jobs and schools are pulling them apart or at least trying to. She does have to admit Justin and Hyori were both very busy people, with schools and they're professions they are bound to drift a bit from one another, but drift in a way that they could get over it and move on with it. Be together and get over the minor details, she knew Justin would one day be a doctor stay late shifts and there will even be days where he wont be able to come home and Hyori was trying to prepare herself for that. she was also going to be busy herself with her career, she knew that she too would have to travel to other countries because of the scenery or because of the filming. So there would be months where she wouldn't be around or close to Justin unless he came came to her. Not to mention how Justin is going to have to deal with the Paparazzi lies and rumors and some truth. Things that If they don't work on it now how will they ever completely trust each other in the future.

Which is another reason why Hyori wants to fix herself. She doesn't want to be that doubt in Justin's mind all the time, when she's out or home late. She just wants to be someone Justin can depend on and trust. Instead of feeling insecure and doubtful of his on relationship and girlfriend. But on top of all that Hyori wanted to be a strong and supportive woman for him down the road, hopefully they will even be married some where down the line. She had wished for it before, what girl doesn't dream of getting married? but if there was ever a chance of Justin asking her for her hand it was all down the drain now. But maybe there could be something in the future? and the was the small ray of light Hyori held on to. That maybe one day when they both got past their troubles they could finally be together completely. They would be in that zone where they been trough multiple obstacles and trials and everything together and now rely on one another. They wouldn't need to fight or act insecure they just knew each other and trusted on another.

Hyori was couldn't help but smile watching her boyfriend go and sit down to eat with her, she thought he might've left and not touch anything on his plate. But instead he sat down and started eating. "I hope you enjoy it, i put an extra ingredient in there called love. Just for you hope you can taste it." she joked. Hyori then sat down in front of Justin and mumbled her little prayer. As weird as that sounds Hyori is one of those few Asians that doesn't believe in Buddha and believes in God. She learn about God and going to church a little before high school from her friend Maya. she was the one who took her to church and that's where it all started. Hyori still tries to go now to church, even though it has become completely hard and her schedule is insane. But she has been trying to make and effort to go to church on Sunday, Maybe even bring Justin if he was up for it. She hasn't been to church since she cheated on Justin and didn't want to go after that because she felt horrible an unworthy of going. But now that things have been changing Hyori wants to ask God for fogiveness and strength to move on in her life and for everything to go well and for it to get better. Maybe God willforgive her and she wont feel so ashmed of going to church. It all just depended on her.

Hyori then took her fork and began picking at her eggs then eating it. Then she looked up and heard Justin ask her if she had plans today, which she didn't have with any of her friends. "I just have two classes today so I'll be out by 2pm and then I have to go and get some scenes in for the movie. So I wont be out til 7pm somewhere." Hyori knew her schedule was killing them, she felt bad half of the time she has had to cancel on Justin because she came out late. But that was part of being an actress waking up early hours in the morning, reatking many scenes and staying late to finish other scenes. Sometimes Hyori's job could get hectic and kill a lot of her social time but in the end it's all worht the effort you put into it. But not tonight, she was not going to let her job ruin their time together, at Seven on the dot Hyori is going to leave the studio and come to spend time with Justin. "I'll get out exactly at seven, Ill tell my director I can't stay extra so that I can come home on time for once and maybe spend sometime together If your up for it?" Just then Hyori received her text message from Jane then wrote back.

Ok cool
I do have that class
but it's under a
different section
So I don't have it
today. sorry I might
have to cancel plans
my Bf and I need to
spend more time
2gether. So next time
sorry.
plz 4give me
love ya.

~Yori~

Hyori placed the phone back on the table counter and smiled at Justin. Then she listened to him as he asked if today was Monday, and so Hyori looked concerned and then decided to check her calendar. She gasped then laughed. "Omg babe It's Sunday." She began laughing so hard at herself, and the fact that she had thought it was Monday and getting ready for school when she had none. She didn't have to film at least not today,so Hyori didn't really have much to do.She then finished laughing and took her fork once again and ate a strip of bacon "So you never ended out telling me what you did with Jane last night. Did you two have fun? I'm glad I sent you with her, she is such a nice person. at least I can trust her to be around you without trying to take you from me." she smiled. "I'm sorry I couldn't go babe I really am that's why I showed up early to the party to surprise you. I asked my director to let me go early so I could surprise you. but I'm glad you liked to go I know how much your a fan of Shaant and how much you love him, I knew that would be the perfect gift for you." She then picked up her glass of orange juice and took a sip from her cup. Now Hyori was happy because she would be able to take her time in getting ready since she had the day off.


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[mokiepuppymaster]

"Justin Elliott Knight"
The DREAMER aka the Med Student
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He expected she would've been self conscious about cleanliness. He understood, after all, he didn't put his tongue in her mouth, he just wanted to kiss and hold her a bit longer. It was a sign of trying to get past the events of the night before. It was cute that she called herself gross. Nah, he didn't think she was technically considered gross...no, gross was when Oliver was involved. Then again, chances were if personal hygene wasn't a big deal to her, then who was to say he would've even been with her as long as he had been. Could you imagine living with a slob? So before he had left her, he gave her but a nod that he understood.

He didn't get a text message. He figured he would've recieved something by now. Of course he shouldn't have expected one so soon though. It wasn't like people waited on the edge of their seat for a reply. It wasn't like texting was always someone's first priority. Plus, he had sent one not too long ago he supposed. Besides he had this lovely breakfast before him. He shouldn't even be thinking about texting right now. It was all about spending this little bit of time Hyori before their lives and schedules swept them away from each other. Did the movie she was in have a love scene? He was curious, but never actually brought himself to ask. How do you really ask about something like that? It'd only bring up the awkwardness. All of those things that Justin wished he could simply pretend never existed. If he didn't have such pride issues, he'd probably ask that they get counciling or something. It was embarrassing, and probably wouldn't look good on either of them. Besides, he was hungry. It wasn't until he took a bite out of the strip of bacon. "So...what exact flavor would'ja give this...this thing ya call love?"

He chuckled lightly, though took another bite of his strip of bacon. When she prayed for her own food, he paused in eating. He already technically blessed his food, but it was just habit not to continue while someone was blessing their own. Blame it on how he was brought up. IT's just as he got older he stopped going to church as much. He was simply too exhausted for it. Maybe he just needed the motivation? Then that's when he got the text message. He drew out his cellphone and looked at the message from Roir as he took to mind the things that she said she had today. Two classes, then scenes from the movie. There always was something, at least at times that's how it felt. So he swiftly replied to Roiry:

sry to hear that.
It's just, we didn't
get to rly hang out
last night, at least
not just the two of us.
But if you're dealing
with stuff. Then it can
wait.
-JK

Valentine's day was approaching. The very holiday that he figured women everywhere took seriously. They either hated it, or they loved it. He wondered if Hyori was looking forward to it. Then the thought occurred to him though, what if someone else buys her something? Would she except it? 'It'd be rude to turn it down,' he figured as he slipped his phone away.

The fact that it really was Sunday and not Monday was relieving. It showed that they had did have a bit more time to spend with each other. They had a bit more time in the day then what was usually eaten up by their jobs and school. It was cute how she said 'omg'. He had to roll his eyes a bit; not to be rude or anything, but it was funny when people would use text talk as english. The fact that she laughed, made him start laughing. It was Sunday, so he didn't have to work. Still, the conversation was shifted towards him and Jane. Jane was nice, though he did feel a bit uneasy that she mentioned. It only reminded him of how he must've not only embarrassed her, but Hyori last night with that sudden fit of rage. He couldn't believe he was violent like that. Though when she mentioned him and his fandom of Shaant and even threw in the word 'love' his eyes widened considerably as a bit of embarrassment slipped onto his face. Love? He didn't love Shaant, he just...idolized him. "Shaant was awesome. I didn't get to talk to 'im as much as I wanted to, because of the show...an'...Chris showin' up." His fork turned a bit in his eggs as he thought more about it. "But as a whole, it was... alright," he voiced, though obviously chose his words carefully. "I mean, she's nice--- an' I would've hung out with her more. It's just, after you left, I dunno, everything...yeah."

It was the right gift. A gift, the fact that it was supposed to be a gift made that guilt from the night before want to slip up inside of him once more. He ruined the gift. Didn't he? Yeah, he definitely had to make this up to her. But how? He'd have to think of it later, but soon he smiled towards her. She seemed happy. Who would he be if he suddenly brought down her mood. "Eh, but there'll be other times right? Apparently she an' Shaant are buds from way back--- oh, but didja know that Logan's back in town? Last night, the group was actually together again. It was...nice." He should've made the most out of last night. Last night could've just been so different. If only he and Chris hadn't fought, if he hadn't shoved Hyori, if he had enjoyed the concert portion, if he had really lived it up with his friends, if he had danced with Hyori, if he had went home and had an excellent night with her. What if they had actually had sex and Oliver was far from his mind? Then last night could've been potentially one of the best nights of his life.'

"So Ri, do you wanna walk Bandit with me?" he spoke up, of course he knew this would be after everything was cleaned up properly, and she showered. Meaning he was going to need to tell his cousin that he might not be needing her to dog-sit today. Still, in the backs of his mind he knew at some time today he'd need to talk to Roir. At least he hoped he would be able to. He needed advice; plus, he and Roirdan use to be bestfriends once upon a time. That was one of the reasons why it was so neat that he liked Blair who was best friends with Hyori. And if he couldn't help him, then he'd have to turn to Logan. Despite how much he liked Yulia, he didn't think she needed to know. She'd...judge him, or more so judge Hyori as well. He'd rather her keep whatever respect she had for him.

((x.x Terrible post. I may edit later. )

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We built it up, To watch it fall || Like we meant nothing at all
I gave and gave the best of me || But couldn't give you what you need
You walked away, You stole my life || Just to find what you're looking for
But no matter how I try || I can't hate you anymore
It doesn't mean it doesn't hurt
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[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


Sitting on her bed, Mercedes entertained herself by texting to a few of the girls that were on her cheer squad. You know, that random stuff about making sure they didn't forget about tonight's football game. Sure, it wasn't like the team needed cheers for them to win, but it was time to put on a show to the crowd in the stands. Besides, Cedie couldn't help but love audiences and how they were filled with a number of different people. There were those who were wishing they could be the cheerleaders, those who ogled and gawked at them, those who respected the sport of cheering and the difficulty of the stunts they pulled off and supported it, and those who really got a little too into it and actually tried cheering louder than they did while waving banners. Even though, the last group typically was more into the actual football game and would do the full body painting no matter how cold it was outside. Thinking of this made the female's lips twist into a smile as she held back a laugh. 'I wonder what we'll get more of tonight,' silently crossed her mind as she continued taking advantage of the features she had on her phone to check her facebook page.

After checking her Sorority Life, she checked all of her notifications, then lastly updated her status to I'm bored, any ideas till Game Time?. Surely she'd get some random suggestions, however she already had one in mind- going shopping. It was practically Mercedes favorite pass time. And even though she was in college now, she still had parents who didn't mind feeding her money. Perhaps it was because her mother still wanted to be know as cool, so she spoiled the gullible blonde. After all, she still had a room to go back to at her parents house, and on school breaks she would take advantage of the space unless she was going on vacation with some of her girls. Over all, the prep didn't really have to deal with the realities of the world yet. Her job outside of being a cheer captain was typically department store jobs so she could use employee discounts for herself and friends, but getting fired also was a normal thing after a little while. Though it didn't bother her since she'd move to another store. Sure, occasionally she would work at a little girls' summer camp for about a week or so, but that didn't exactly constitute as work in her books, mainly because she enjoyed it too much. Then again, she thought little girls were adorable- them along with baby animals.

Slipping off her of her bed, the blue-eyed blonde skip/walked to the closet. Opening it up. Technically, there were two closets in the dorm, but Cedie had claimed both of them. It wasn't that hard to do since all that it required was making sure Sherril knew that her wardrobe was more important than hers, and how she could always buy one of those little draw thingies if she so-badly needed storage for her ugly clothes. Of course, when this was said, it was in a sweet tone, and despite the fact that it wasn't the nicest thing to tell someone the cheerleader hadn't felt bad since she was told that being truthful was a good thing. As she browsed through the two closets, she hummed to the tune of 'If You Seek Amy' by Britney Spears to herself. The actually song was playing in her head, but she couldn't be bothered with walking all of the way across the room again just to turn on her Ipod. Besides, a part of her had a feeling that the little device was in her purse somewhere. Oh well, as she was pulled out clothes to wear for the day, her phone had a pop-music sounding chime. “Ooh!” she squealed to herself, wondering if it was someone from facebook suggesting they hang out, or one of her closer friends. It turned out to be Cristal.

As her eyes scanned over the text message, brows knitted in confusion. So it wasn't her, but it was someone else? At first the girl started getting worried, what is Cristal was hinting at her being the one who died in the dream. Mercedes definitely didn't want to die any time soon. In fact, she didn't want to think of dying ever. Even when she got old, the female decided long ago that she was going to take her mother's approach to life and simply use the family plastic surgeon. After all, her mom could easily pass for someone in her thirties, even though she was well in her forties. There were times when she would take her mom out places that people would say that they looked like sisters. Of course, that was a little weird at first, but Cedie learned to love the fact that she didn't have harsh parents, or simply nonobservant once like Cristal's. Speaking, of which, Cedie finished reading over the former Princess's text before typing up one of her own on the full keyboard the phone supplied.


Yay for u not dying & if we don't know
them, who cares? -gasp- Or were they
ubber sexii? Don't u hate it when hott
guys die? Or worse! Was it a Baby or a
PUPPY? Pls say it wasn't. But i'd make
tot sense that U've got a 'gift'...U should
make ur own web thingie like Dr. Love
but say when ppl will die instead of who
they're destined to be with. I mean, they
they have the right 2 know stuff like that

:] Cedie

With that out of the way, Mercedes couldn't help but wonder if her friend was going to take her advice. After all, she figured that a number of people would be wanting to know something like that. Besides, if you own a website, then you must be credited. Why else would the blonde constantly sign up at sites like Dr. Love for love advice and pairings. Not to forget all of the horoscopes she would receive in her email inbox and the couple of messages that were sent directly to her phone. Speaking of which, the prep had almost missed over her daily horoscope, which read: This is a day of extremes that can release powerful feelings as you face the gulf between your responsibilities to those you love and your need to be free. You could easily lose your temper and say something you'll quickly regret. Don't fall into the trap of using harsh words or you could undermine the good feelings you've created and end up in a needless struggle over who is in control. In this situation either everyone wins or no one does. The blonde stared at that for a number of seconds, trying to figure out what it would mean for her today. “I wonder who'd gonna try and start an argument with me?” she said wondered to herself with her head cocked to the side. Moving back to her bed with her clothes draped over one arm while her cell phone was in the other. She sat her phone down, so she could change for the day.

Cedie wasn't modest at all, so even when Sherril came out of the bathroom, she didn't care that she was still in the process of pulling on her outfit. After all, they were both girls, and it wasn't like she was naked or anything, even though she was comfortable with that as well. A form complimenting plaid shirt that was in colors of reds and hot pink. Designer, dark washed jeans with a design on the butt pockets were pulled over her lower half, though her heeled boots made sure that the rims of her pants didn't drag on the wet ground outside. Dangling earrings, two bracelets and a necklace were in place for a bit of sparkling. While to keep herself warm in the winter weather, a white, fitting coat with fur around the rims along with her hood was pulled on. With her her purse slung over her shoulder, Mercedes walked out of her dorm, heading straight to her car. She walked straight passed Basil, exiting the building, only to have the cold hit her face. Pulling her hood down to cover more of her forehead, she hurried to her car, unlocking it with the button on her keys before she even got there, so she could easily hop in. Starting up the vehicle, the heat was immediately cranked up. Yet before she pulled out of the parking lot, she received a text message. It was from Trinity, which made the girl remember how she was ditched last night.

Not seeing why Trinity would lie to her, Mercedes was quick to believe that the slut's phone really had died on her. After all, the girl was saying that she was alright, meaning she must not have been completely taken advantage of. However, there was the other part of the message that completely baffled the prep. “Bradley? Gay?” she repeated to herself as her blue eyes widened in size. It was hard for her to think of the guy like that. He was always acting so...manly. Plus didn't he not like gay people? Either way, why would Kaiser lie to Trinity? Cedie was just so confused now, though she thumbed in a response to the slut while she sat in her now toasty car.


OMG r u for real?! That's like so crazy.
I would've never guessed Brad did that
but I thought he didn't like gay guys. I
don't know what 2 think anymore. But
FYI Kaiser smelt like him @ the club
last night. Do you think it's because
they did something? Aww, what if they're
confused like Melody was? U know,
experimenting with people.

-totally confused- @_@ Cedie

With that out of the way, the cheerleader couldn't help but still be thinking about Trinity's text as she pulled out onto the road. She waited until she came to a stop sign before she couldn't take it any longer and sent a text to Melody, because she didn't know if they girl knew about this or not. Sure, it probably wasn't good to spread gossip that could easily be false, however she couldn't help it. The prep loved gossip, and didn't know how to keep her mouth shut when she heard some. But hey, if she was going to text it, then it should be fine, right? No words would be slipping out of her lips. It would all be done cyberly.


I don't know if u've heard, but Brad & Kaiser
apparently hooked up last night. I don't know
when, but they were smelling like each other,
& Kaiser told Trin that they check out each
other's a** n the locker room. I'm not sure if it's
all true, but that's what I heard. Shocking right?

80 Cedie

Okay, so maybe some of the facts got a little twisted in the text, but the girl was trying to remember them all without looking back at the message. It was weird, and sent a chill down the female's shoulder. Well, at least Kaiser wasn't ugly. Though she still didn't even get how that would work. “Who's the dominate one?” she mumbled to herself as she turned on her CD player, letting whatever disc that was already inserted start to play. It was her Britney Spears CD, which hadn't surprised her in the slightest. Though the girl, switched it to Circus as she drove down the road. It was only when she was coming up to the bus stop that she had noticed Qwerty sitting on a bench, and some girl on the other side of the bench. The girl didn't really stick out to her too much, however she did look somewhat familiar. Over looking this, she suddenly beeped her horn twice in attempts to get her ex of a few years back's attention. She waved her hand quickly, but wasn't sure if he had noticed it or not. Although the awkward part was that she wound up having to stop at another stop light, practically in front of the bench. She had thought that it was going to be a quick, drive-by-wave, though stopping with her car in view meant that she had to decided whether she was going to try to start up a chat with him or not. “Wait, why is he taking the bus?” she wondered to herself as the music continued to play. If she remembered correctly, he had his own car. Glancing over at the passenger side window at the bus stop, yet then looked up at her rear view mirror. There was a car behind her now, so she couldn't back up enough to switch lanes, so she had to simply wait it out, but knowing this light, it might take a while.



.::T н є C н є є я ℓ є α ם є я::.



....

[rajio_obake]

♘xxxxxxxxxxKєvιи Alвєят Rιcнaяdsoи

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxFalling upwards again
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxTurning to you, my friend

Whenever the sky gets heavy

Just know that I'll be readyxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
To go where you want me to goxxxxxxxxxx

So getting a little drunk wasn’t something that Kevin intended to do but he ended up drinking a little too much whether he wanted to or not. And the hangover in his head wasn’t one that he wished he had. He did have a good time… At the beginning of the party. The moment it went later into his night the bigger the gap in his social life was noticeable. He felt like more than a third wheel… He felt like a third person all together. Not only had he not been much of a help to a crying Corey but he didn’t know how to react completely and then time marched on and it wasn’t long till he found himself on his sixth drink at the bar. It wasn’t like he planned it or anything but the music and the beats blurred together in his head and the beats started sounding like a low rumble and he slipped into a state unknown to descriptions but familiar to Kevin because he’d slipped into drinking when it came to having thought he lost Sami forever to the Rockstar. Sure Kevin did own a few of Shaant’s CDs… Who didn’t? But he just couldn’t imagine what he’d do to Sami night after night. He didn’t strike the Skater as the world’s most faithful boyfriend… Guy at that! He seemed like Stellana on testosterone supplements. Not saying anything bad to either of them (okay… kinda… sorta… ) but they just were so alike in sexual exploits it was no wonder the two were to be in a tape in the future. Kevin simply knew this info from the Rocker himself. Kevin didn’t talk to Stellana back in highschool. If he did it was so insignificant simply because his lack of memory was either drowned out by booze or there was no incident to begin with.. And Kev was going to go with the latter.



But back to last night.. Sure Kevin knew that know drinking last night was a bad idea simply because he had sobered up and because he was sober he knew that with his British heritage for the most part it took more than a case of beers to get him drunk. And how many had he exactly had he wasn’t sure. He just knew he had a little over six. Which meant he was a little over the breathe test which he was lucky he didn’t have to take because if a cop had pulled him off the streets to one night in jail and a call to get bailed out wasn’t going to be an easy thing to explain. Calling Sami was out of the question because, no… just… no. He didn’t want her thinking he was addicted to the stuff pfft no. He simply enjoyed them on an occasional time to time. Corey well consider his seven text total with the girl since leaving highschool she probably wouldn’t pick up the phone if caller id said it was him.. or the police station. Actually not many people would pick up if they saw ‘911’ called them. Like Shaant! If Kevin was really desperate then maybe, maybe he’d call the Rockstar and ask for a ride to his apartement but that would mean Kevin would have to live through hearing all the other’s sexual exploits. The thought caused the pierced male’s eyes to almost bug out of his head. Oh there was just no way. No way Kevin could bring himself to sit through a car ride listening to how Shaant had slept with whatever number of people of ‘enter genders here’ land.. (unless he was paid because Kevin was cheap like that) The few times he had been in the Rocker’s company he’d been told how good the single life was and if it was so good why did Shaant feel the need to ruin people with healthy relationships lives? Or maybe he wasn’t ruining Kev’s relationship.. Kev was ruining it.. Or his rival. Whoever, whatever the thought left Kev confused.

But with his arms wrapped loosely around his girl the pondering thoughts started to slip away as he remembered how they first came to be. How he just got to highschool after being held back. How he saw this girl with this amazing hair and physique and he just thought, ‘Damn… I have to get with that.’ Call it cockiness, call it male dominance, call it the search for competition, call it what you like. All Kevin knew at the time was that she was damn hot and he wanted to take a yes and not a no when he asked her out then in there. They weren’t even on a first name basis but it didn’t matter something just seemed to click for them and no other relationship back in highschool could compete with theirs, save maybe two but Kevin hadn’t kept in touch with the dreamer or the weightlifter after highschool. Sure he had an occasional classroom question for Justin simply because he was a nerd and the first person to come to mind when he had a chemistry question. And well… Kevin never got along with the weightlifter, especially after one party where he ended up getting socked by the guy. Tom just always appeared angry to the Skater. It may be all in Kevin’s mind, but he’ll admit he was equally shocked to learn that Tom was dating the Tom-boy at Prom.. Of course the shock continued when Prom king and queen were announced and the King was ‘Melody’ but that is another story… Right now the subject is relationships and how though Kevin has his doubt at time the moment he’s with Sami. It. Just. Seems. Right. And there’s no worry. They have something be it Love if you must. Kevin had no problem admitting he was amorous it didn’t make him wimpy like some it just meant he was like a funnier version of Westley from Princess Bride, plus they both had blonde hair.

Kevin couldn’t help but chuckle at Sami’s question. It would only make sense that the Wizard had. After sleeping all night out in cold New York weather Kevin would’ve been shocked himself if he didn’t come out of the weather the least bit chilly. “That he did… with the rabid mole men from Eurasia…” So Kevin honestly wasn’t sure if Eurasia was a place or not it really didn’t matter to him truthfully. “They tried to take my socks and sell them for black tar. They said since I didn’t let them take my best Vans they were going to lock me up..” Then she stated a very prominent fact. One that Kev really wished the stench wasn’t as remarkable as it was. The stench of New York booze, with a hint of bum. “The wizard potion..? Yeeehhhh… bout that…” He didn’t get to finish wherever he was going to take that, luckily, because Sami told himself caused a goofy grin to be planted on his face. It wasn’t twisted goofy because of any odd reason like he was still a little tipsy.. It was simply that he was happy was all. They hadn’t gotten a chance to hangout in so long and to be in eachother’s company.. Not to mention their sex life, oh god let’s not go into it the pure lack there off left Kevin almost embarrassed. He didn’t want to seem like he was ignoring her but when he was home, she was at work. When he was working, she was at home. When it was late at night both tended to be too tired to even try. Or one would just be asleep before the other and not wanting to disturb the other they’d let them sleep. Sure it wasn’t something that Kevin knew the last time he had done it.. But he did know it wasn’t recent and it was one of the aspects that made him worry about his relationship.

“I jus’ got some practice but I don’t gotta show. Trust me I can take a day off.. I practice all the time anyway.” A peck on the cheek and he started pushing himself away from Sami. Not wanting to be rude or anything. He wasn’t leaving her side for malicious reasons but simply the fact he wanted to get rid of the smell. Off bar. Which he made sure to say after he threw off most of his close, save his boxers. “I gotta get the wizard potion off me before it burns my skin off.. I’ll be sure to clean thoroughly.” He gave a wink, kiss on the cheek again and went to the bathroom not bothering to close the door because it was Sami. It wasn’t like they had any friends over or anything. The shower was lukewarm which was just fine for the skater. As much as he tended be to extreme shower heat was just one of those things he didn’t like too hot or too cold. Much like baby bear from the goldilocks tale his shower had to be ‘Just Right’ or he wouldn’t get in it and cleaning off the scent of alcohol would have to wait for another time. But it was lukewarm and he had not only shampooed and conditioned his hair. But also used the old spice body lotion to scrub off most of the grime from the club and he was starting to smell like his old self. Kevin was one of those guys who took a shower in his boxers so when he got out of the shower to brush his teeth and use Listerine, he made his own little puddle. He did through a towel on the floor and walked the rest of his way to his dresser to replace his drenched boxers with a dry pair thinking nothing of it. Sure it left the floor a little damp but other than that it left no harm to much anything.

Kevin got dressed in a black graphic T, jeans, and a belt. Normal attire nothing flashy. The only thing he could really classify as being flashy was his facial piercings. And yeh he knew he looked pretty good with them. Who else from their graduating class had facial piercings who was a guy.. The German had piercings, yet they weren’t facial. Kevin hadn’t checked out the other to know that was a thought that would make the skater gag. Kevin only knew because the foreigner bragged about them all the time. But Kevin didn’t have to deal with the other. Wanna know why? Because Kevin didn’t give a flying ******** what the jocks did! And Kevin had his own life to worry about instead of giving a s**t about someone else’s. Plus jocks and Kevin just seemed to automatically clash. Be it Kevin’s competitive attitude sometimes or the fact he’d been punched once for trying to stand up. Either way Kevin had a few choice words on what he hoped their fate was in life and it wasn’t pretty.. In fact it was kind of disturbing what his idea of their last breathes should be.. And it was more than likely a good thing he hadn’t seen any of them in a long time. Or at least long enough to tell them his idea of their perfect end he knew he told Sami who did giggle at first then told him never to say that again.. And Kevin had said, “I hope they try eating a cheap hookers p***y and choke on her hairs.” Of course as gross and disturbing as that sounded Kevin couldn’t help but find himself laughing hysterically at this or when the thought crossed his mind. No he didn’t actually imagine a jock going at it.. It was just the words and how they were strung together that left him laughing. Kevin knew it was wrong to think like this and he did apologize for the thought at least to Sami, but she too had to admit they were jerks. Just because Brad’s ex used to steal the Original’s designs. 



He dug his cellphone out of his yesterday jean pocket and found he received two messages one was from Shaant and he deleted it without reading. If he honestly cared what Shaant had to say… Well He didn’t, so he didn’t. He didn’t get why this Demetrius fellow was hounding him for a story on this guy… It was Shaant! Honestly you could read the man like a book. A picture book at that! There was no complexity to Shaant whatsoever. It was wake up, sex, lunch, sex, band practice, sex, concert, after party, sex. Right? Did Kevin have it right? Well he thought he did. He didn’t think he was wrong with his inference on Shaant’s daily living but he didn’t care. Demetrius just.. ugh.. There weren’t really words to piece together how Kevin felt about the guy simply because he didn’t know that much about the other to begin with. If he knew more… Maybe.. Till then he bounced off the subject of Shaant and went on to look at his next message which was from Basil. Well he read that he may check on Corey.. If he did should Kevin and Sami? Well he’d have to ask Sami on that issue. Next to come was a compliment he wasn’t expecting; ‘Profound’ really? He assumed it was more so the drunk stupor/epiphany… Kev wasn’t sure but it sort of made him feel better about his day after all things were looking up safe to say and he found himself replying to the Writer as soon as his thumb clicked the green circular button.

oh that’s good. she might like/need
it or whatever… eh… idunno just
talkin out my arse maybe.. profound?
me? those two and two just don’t
seem to sound like they go together
thanks though… just say.. something?
it won’t hurt if he understands…
y3hw31c0m3//Kevin

When everything was prim and clean. After he put the phone in his pocket. The moment he finished brushing his multicolored hair and making sure his piercings were all straight and even. Kevin picked up his ever faithful skateboard that he hadn’t seen since the night of the party and walked out to the kitchen. Well… Skated. There was a reason they chose this apartment over others… Yes it was nice and in a good neighborhood everywhere they usually went was in walking or skating distance and the best part of all. The floor was either tiled in sections or wood. It was the perfect skating floor and he loved it for that. In the kitchen he saw Sami sitting near the little table, it wasn’t like they entertained thousands everynight so it was a small circular table, functional though and as he whizzed past it he gave a wave to Sami as he picked up an English muffin. Next was the fridge where the jelly was inside and the peanut butter above. He went back to his English muffin, still skating, and pulled out a knife to rub the jelly one side and peanut butter on another a simple PB&J. An idea came to mind as he licked on the peanut residue on the knife, one that caused a coy smile as he hoped of his board. He gave a kiss to his blue haired girlfriend a little peanut butter still in his mouth. The kiss lasted a while and he was quite glad he decided to go through with it. It expressed what he was trying to get across without him having to phrase it aloud and though he had to pull away to eat his meal. He knew the second he finished he’d either be back again for more or he’d be sufficed and ready for whatever Sami had in store for him today.


Arse – a**

and I still believe
that you're my everything,
and I wanna be somebody's anything.
and I used to be your something,
but I want to be
my somebody's anything,
say anything at all

[xAscoldrainfalls]

When the power of love
Exceeds the love for power
The world will finally, finally know peace

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There really wasn’t anything to ever do on Sunday mornings, at least, not for Shay. Sometimes he’d hang out with his boyfriend or he’d just be kept in his room doing homework all day (it did happen sometimes). Hell, sometimes he’d even try and get a hold of Blair. With the events that transpired the previous day, he should have been bitter with Basil, but he wasn’t. Okay, well that wasn’t the complete truth, but Shay just didn’t like holding things like that, especially when they occurred with his boyfriend. If something happened, he either just let it go (such as like the previous night) or he would try to fix them (not that they really had to do that at all). Flipping through a few different tabs on his internet browser, he was excited to see what Basil either had in mind or would just say back to Shay’s message. Shay was one of those persons who were socially awkward. He pretty much just kept to himself, Basil or Blair. Yeah, he needed more friends, but he was just… too weird or awkward. Whichever or. Shay was looking through random things on the internet, something to make him laugh, the weather (although he already knew that it was going to be cold) his emails… whatever. He didn’t join all those social networks (i.e. facebook and twitter). They just didn’t appeal to him and they seemed completely pointless. Who cared what he was up to or was thinking? If he wanted to let someone important to him know something… well then he’d tell them. When Shay heard his phone vibrate on his bed, he looked over to see the phone light up and he got up from his chair and read the message over. What Basil had said made him chuckle a little and then he went about responding.

Well that’s good that things have
chilled out. Breakfast sounds nice
and we’ll see how the rest of the
day plays out, kay? [; did you have
anywhere in particular you wanted
to go for breakfast? There’s that
one diner down the street that
we can go to [:

Shay sent the message out to the writer and then sat back down at his desk, setting the phone off to the side and drawing his attention back to his laptop. That text DID seem a little like something that Basil might not necessarily say. Sure, Shay enjoyed sex just as much as the next guy did, but he wasn’t one of those horn dogs that couldn’t control himself. If things happened, they happened. If things didn’t happen, then they didn’t happen. It just wasn’t one thing he wanted ALL the time. It was nice here and there, but he was just happy to be with someone that he loved. When he started reading through his school emails, he was reminded of something VERY important that he was surprised that he forgot. Tonight he had to play at the football game. He was never ever really able to understand football or why people liked it to be honest, but he still played at the games anyways. He loved what he did. It wasn’t really what he planned to do with his life, but he was so passionate about being in band. He had always heard music around the house and when he was in middle school, he first picked up an instrument, not even being too sure that he wanted to play it. It turns out that that drum was the start of inspiration like no other for the band geek. If there was one thing that he really wanted to do with music was to get better… with his determination, he did just that.

All through his school years, Shay was able to play whatever drum the band needed him. Even though the jocks like to beat the s**t out of him on a weekly basis, it never intimidated him from playing his instrument at the games. He was one of the best band geeks that high school had ever seen. It wasn’t necessarily something that Shay would gloat about or anything, but deep down he knew that was true. He made sure that the school he wanted to go to had a decent band that he could join. He pretty much had a guaranteed spot, so he pretty much felt welcomed at the school when he joined. Not everyone here seemed so judgmental. Not that he was completely helpless now anyways. Well, with Kaiser’s help. Whatever possessed that male to want to help Shay shape up from being a complete wimp, well that was beyond him. Shay, of course, took the help. He really did need to find a way to be able to defend himself. Not that the beatings or whatever were going to happen anymore. Since he left high school, they didn’t happen really all that much, which was nice. Now they were more verbally rather than physical. The fact that Kasier wanted to help him though, he was never able to wrap his mind around that.

He wouldn’t say that he was really friends with the foreigner, but he definitely did somewhat get along with the male… seeing as they worked out together. It didn’t make sense for the simple fact that Shay KNEW that Kaiser was a friend to the jocks that normally wanted to make Shay’s life a living hell. It never occurred to Shay that he might be getting himself set up for something the beatings and a** kickings were over and done by now, right? Of course they were. This was college, not high school. Well, going back to present time, Shay wasn’t quite ready to get going. He had some final touches to do. He signed out of his stuff on his computer, but left it up and running. He went to the bathroom and then brushed his teeth quickly and went back into the room to get his jacket and then put his shoes on. He figured that he’d just meet up with Basil at where ever they decided to eat at. He got his shoes on and then had to look around for his keys. In the process of him finishing up getting ready, his roommate woke up and seemed to be talking out of his a**… Shay wasn’t paying attention. Whatever the guy was talking about wasn’t even registering with the brunette. He finally found his keys wedged between the bed and the night stand. He grabbed them up off the floor an then went back to his computer and then went back to what he was doing before.

[xAscoldrainfalls]

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

After responding to everyone’s messages, Melody thought it would have been a good idea to relax a little. That’s the whole reason for the bath, right? Well when she was done texting all her friends back, she went about relaxing. It was just her, her coffee and her music. She may like company, but she had to admit, after last night, this was just fine for her. She got herself all bathed, washing away all the smell from the party from the night before and getting back her normal floral scent. She used a mixture of things from bath and body works, it helped to make her own scent. When she got out of the shower, she had heard her phone go off once, but she didn’t bother to check it just yet. She dumped everything onto her bed and then heard her phone go off again. She still waited to answer. She was going to get dressed first and if she didn’t forget then great, she’d answer them promptly. She went to her closet and grabbed a pair of leggings with a dress to match. Of course the dress hugged her figure almost perfectly. Why wouldn’t she want to show off her figure? She was a model. Not showing anything would be a joke. She put her clothes on and then went back over to her bed. She picked her laptop up and then set it down on a flat surface somewhere in her room and then grabbed up her phone. She read over the first message that she saw and it happened to be from Trinity. Reading over the text, she just grinned.

Haha I have no clue. Probably equal
and surprisingly enough I came home
alone last night. Did you end up getting?
a little bit of action last night? ;]
xoMel

She sent that text off and then went back to the top of the message menu when her phone was done sending the message. Reading over Kasier’s response, she read it over and grinned. The capital ‘LOL’ at the end of his text message made her laugh. It seemed so awkwardly placed. She loved it. She closed out the message and then looked through her contacts for her manager’s number. Sure, he hated when she did these last minute changes of who she wanted to model with, but she was one of his best, he’d have to deal with it. She pressed the green button to call him and it seemed almost instantly that she heard ”Mel! What can I do for you this morning?” She smiled; he wasn’t going to be so happy in a minute ”Morning Leo, I know you hate doing this, but I wanted to change the model I’m supposed to work with” She waited a second and she heard an exasperated sigh from the other end of the line. The silence was a good thing though; it meant that he was going to do it for her. ”You’re lucky I love you Mel, otherwise I wouldn’t do this so last minute.” She couldn’t help but to beam. She knew that she had won him over ”Do you have a specific model you’d like to work with?” Mel nodded even though he couldn’t see it ”Yes, I wanted to work with Kaiser again” she heard something in the background of the phone and then followed by ”Alright, I’ll do my best, I’ll text you when I get everything sorted out” Mel grinned ”Great! Thanks Leo! You’re amazing!” and then she hung up her phone and went back to Kasier’s message.

Good news! I just got off the phone with
Leo and he said that he’s going to work
on getting you in my shoot (: So it’s all
on you guys now
xoMel

She sent the message off and to her surprise, there was another message. She had only heard the two alerts, but she knew who the other was. She clicked the message and then read it over, a smile on her face still. Damn this was turning out to be a good morning for Melody. She read the message over and then it hit her. She forgot that Cristal’s birthday was coming up. No, she didn’t forget completely just for that moment. Melody was more than excited to help her plan though. They were older, had more money and freedom. This party was going to be so awesome. Mel had pulls with certain people, so it seemed like it was going to be one hell of a party. She hit the reply button and typed up a response to Cristal.

YES! We have to start planning definitely ;3
I think my shoot might end around one or so.
We’re making some last minute changes, so
I’ll let you know all the details chikky<3
xoMel

She sent the text message off to her friend and then tossed the phone onto her bed. She went to her laptop and picked a different playlist to listen to. She was starting to feel a little picky with her music for some reason. While the music was going, she decided that she was going to finish getting ready to go into her photo shoot. Yeah, they would doll her up when she got there, but she was going in public before she got there. She didn’t like driving her own cars around here for the simple fact that people drove like maniacs and she could get to wherever she was going faster by walking. She went to the bathroom and then grabbed up her extensions off the counter, a comb and then took them to her room. She set them down on her vanity and then went back out to the kitchen to finish off whatever coffee was left. This time around, she added some milk and sugar (but not a lot) then she went and took her happy pompous self back to her room. She sat down at the vanity and worked on brushing out the extensions. They hadn’t gotten soaked in the bath, so she didn’t have to worry about them being that messed up. She sat at her vanity and then got her comb and carefully brushed any knots the extensions might have had. She knew how to do all of this, she taught herself, with the help of the internet, but she still knew how to do all of it.

She pulled a little more than half of her hair up and then put it in a clip. She grabbed her comb and then teased the hair right at the base of her scalp, then sprayed it with some Aussie Instant Freeze. Yeah, she had lots of money, but she still used some things that weren’t expensive. She sprayed the teased hair in sections, then when the hairspray dried somewhat, she touched up on the tease just a little bit and then clipped the extensions in her hair, one by one. When she had them all done up, she unclipped her hair and then ran a brush through it and then pulled her hair over her shoulders. She looked at the time and it was about the time that she needed to get going. She let out a sigh. Yes, she loved her job dearly, but after going to that party last night, part of her just wanted to relax, maybe invite Cristal over and just chill out. Whatever. She was going to do what she had to do. Not to mention she should be shooting with Kaiser, she would be good and entertained during work. She went to her closet and fumbled through the shoes that were on the floor of the closet to find a pair of shoes that would work with what she had on. She grabbed up a pair of black heels that pulled the whole outfit off quite nicely. She turned her laptop off, grabbed her phone and walked out of her bedroom. She turned off any other lights that were on as she walked down the hall.

Grabbing her pea coat and turning off the coffee pot, and grabbing her sun glasses, she checked her pockets to make sure that she had everything. Being satisfied with what she she had grabbed her keys off of the… well they were supposed to be on the counter but with her drunken stupor the night before they were on the floor on the opposite side of the living room. (of course it took her a few minutes to realize where they really were). She had yet to get her text from Leo saying whether or not they were able to get Kaiser in place of whatever dweeb they had for her originally, but she was going to head over there anyways. They had her scheduled no matter what. She walked out of her apartment, locking the door behind her and then taking off. She took the stairs down to the bottom level and then started to walk towards where she needed to go. It was about a fifteen to twenty minute walk, but it wasn’t anything she wasn’t used to. She liked the walk, more-so during the spring/fall time though. She stopped off at one of the small coffee shops and yep, she got yet another coffee. Technically it was the second one that she had seeing as she hadn’t really drunk anything from the second cup and it was still sitting on her vanity. She ordered herself a small latte on the go. She waited around as they worked on finishing her latte so she could get to work.

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Biting on his bottom lip, Basil was really starting to wish that he owned his own car. There were a number of reasons why he didn't, such as not being able to have one, but they were starting to seem silly at first. Back in high school, the teen constantly was either carpooling with his friends or getting a ride from his mother. Some people would think that it would be embarrassing to have to be chartered around, but it didn't bother him any. After all, if you have a lot of friends with cars, and you're typically hanging out with them, then there shouldn't be any reason that he couldn't always have a ride. It was only after he graduated that he took his driver's test...and failed. Personally, he blamed it on the fact that his instructor seemed to look down upon the fact that he was gay. The assumption made more sense than the excuse that the instructor had given him. Saying that he had an insta-fail due to wreckless behavior? Really? All he had done was drive at a number speed passed a school after school hours. No one was there anymore, so who was he endangering? The teen had taken that very hard, and hadn't tried taking the test again until he was twenty. This time, he was only a few marks away from passing, yet third time was the charm for the homosexual. Though it was a few weeks before his twenty-first birthday, he didn't get a car to celebrate. The funds weren't there at the moment, so he was content with just having a smaller party.

The teen's hazel eyes continued to gaze out at the drizzle outside, dreading walking out in it. If only he had rented a car. "It can't be helped," was spoken through a heaved sigh. Taking a step back from the door, he knelt down to sift through his messenger bag more easily. After picking through his notebooks and pencils, it only him a small moment to locate a small umbrella. It was one of those compact ones that he kept on his for moments like these. It was made for a single person, and obviously belonged to someone who was found of multiple colors. It was practically a rainbow on a stick, but Basil didn't mind sticking out. Unclipping the strap that kept the umbrella from opening accidentally, the twenty-two year-old stood back up, placing his messenger bag back over himself. Stepping up the to door, difference in the temperate change again, though put his hand on the bar regardlessly. Yet right before he could pull it open, his phone suddenly chimed. Four different people immediately came to mind as to who the sender was. Tucking the umbrella underneath his arm, the male's free hand reached into his pocket, sliding out his cell. Looking at the screen he saw that he suddenly received another text. Looking at the first one, Basil read that it was from Corey.

The male couldn't help but have a smile come to his lips upon being called her favorite writer, though the corners of his lips dipped again when he saw the one hundred percent part. It was expected, but Basil still had a feeling that it was a lot worse than how she was trying to make it out to be. After all, getting dumped sucked- even though the writer was starting to wonder if this was some crazy act of karma because of the girl leaving Chris for Kaiser that one time. Basil was shocked back when he had heard about it, yet that was in the past now. He didn't want to dwell on it, even though it still was pracing around in the backs of his head. Over all, Basil knew that he would never be able to fully understand her pain, but he was going to try to help her out as much as he could. At least he knew that if he was going through something huge like pregnancy, then he would want the support of his own friends. So after carefully choosing his words, he shot back his reply to Corey

textextextextextextextextextextextextextextextextextextextextextextextexWhy thank you, and don't sweat it,
textextextextextextextextextextextextextextextextextextextextextextextexhun, my lips are sealed. As for you
textextextextextextextextextextextextextextextextextextextextextextextexjust hang in there. Will I see you
textextextextextextextextextextextextextextextextextextextextextextextexat the game tonight?

textextextextextextextextextextextextextextextextextextextextextextextexLive::Learn::Laugh::Basil

With the text out of the way, he looked at his second text message received. It was from Kevin which he immediately wanted to look at. The other could be so carefree about stuff, which Basil admired, however the fact that he believed he was just talking out of his arse made the writer roll his eyes. He could claim it was an accident if he wanted to, but the brunette was just glad that he had typed it in the first place since it was what he had needed to read. Even know, despite the fact that the other obviously was hesitant with what he typed, he knew that Kevin was right. If Shay understood where he was coming from, then it shouldn't hurt him '....theoretically,' Oh great, that negative side of his mind had to start talking to him again. "I won't know anything until I talk to him face-to-face," he whispered to himself as he stared at the little screen of his cell phone. That was all it came done to, which is why he started thumbing in his response to his Skater-of-a-friend.

textextextextextextextextextextextextextextextextextextextextextextextexFrom what I've read, she
textextextextextextextextextextextextextextextextextextextextextextextexappears to be taking it a
textextextextextextextextextextextextextextextextextextextextextextextexlot better than I assumed.
textextextextextextextextextextextextextextextextextextextextextextextexI'm simply unsure whether
textextextextextextextextextextextextextextextextextextextextextextextexthis will end good or bad.
textextextextextextextextextextextextextextextextextextextextextextextexP.s. Deny all you please,
textextextextextextextextextextextextextextextextextextextextextextextexbut I can tell you're way~
textextextextextextextextextextextextextextextextextextextextextextextexbetter with words than you
textextextextextextextextextextextextextextextextextextextextextextextexlet on, Mr. Richardson

textextextextextextextextextextextextextextextextextextextextextextextexLive::Learn::Laugh::Basil
Send. Before he could pocket his phone again, Mercedes had suddenly walked passed him, giving him a look before walking out into the cold. He was on better level's with the female, then he would ask if he could get a ride from her, however he stopped himself. He didn't know where she was going, and if there was the chance that she was meeting one of the football players, then that could be a little awkward. He simply wasn't sure if the team was still as homophobic. Well, Kaiser was on the team this year, so maybe not. After all, he was nice enough when it came to Shay, so maybe he would balance things out a bit. 'I don't see how any football player could be fully homophobic if they're always smacking each other's butts,' Basil thought to himself, as he was about to resume putting away his cell. Before he could, it chimed again, this time being from Shay. The writer wondered if he would just ignore that embarrassing part in his last text. 'There's only one way to find out.' Clicking into he message, then brunette was unconsciously holding his breath as his eyes scanned over it. It was very casual, which made the gay exhaled, relieved. From what he saw, everything seemed fine, which made Basil think that Shay was none the wiser about the writer's doubts. Well, that was good...hopefully. He figured he wouldn't know for sure until he actually sat down and talked to him in person. The text to his boyfriend was the following.

textextextextextextextextextextextextextextextextextextextextextextextexI'll meet you there, but since
textextextextextextextextextextextextextextextextextextextextextextextexI'm walking, I'll guesstimate
textextextextextextextextextextextextextextextextextextextextextextextexthat I won't be there for another
textextextextextextextextextextextextextextextextextextextextextextextexten (or so) minutes. See you then.

textextextextextextextextextextextextextextextextextextextextextextextexLive::Learn::Laugh::Basil

Finally, he shoved the cell into his pants pocket and walked outside. The cold smacked him in the face as he opened up his umbrella, holding it over his head to keep himself drier. His shoulders were tense as he took quick steps to reach the sidewalk. Of course it was already filled with people, but thankfully it wasn't as packed as it typically was later on in the morning. The majority of people had cars, however Basil wasn't even sure if he would feel too comfortable driving on icy roads in traffic. The last thing he wanted to do was accidentally slide into another vehicle. The male knew that he would eventually have to get over his discomfort with driving in certain element, especially if he ever hoped to become independent transportation wise. Oh well, for now, the gay kept his arms hugged around himself, with his hood up, and umbrella over head as he made his way down the street. It was somewhat funny how even on a crowded sidewalk, his colorful clothing stuck out.


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[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

Kaiser smirked when she asked him where his car was. Honestly, he would've went and copied whatever vehicle Bradley had, just to show that he looked better driving it. No, instead he had something to make him feel like he was more at 'home'. Kaiser loved German cars; which is why he owned a porsche; a yellow cayman S, one of the newer models. So he gestured over the section it had been parked. He preferred the brighter colors, he believed it made his vehicle stand out on the streets. And what was better than standing out in a crowd? He figured that someone like Trinity would apprepriate something like that. "Yeah, I own it, but Bradley's cars are just...gifts. I buy my own cars." Kaiser was the type of person that if he lied long enough, he honestly started believing himself. He believed that he was better than Brad, he believed he was more attractive, straighter, more equipped and a better lover in bed. How would he know? If you were to ask him that, he'd probably just say he simply did. He took her over to where his car was parked, and unlocked it, though didn't open the door for Trinity. It just wasn't his style.

He suddenly heard her question about whether or not he was sure that Bradley was gay. Of course he believed Bradley was gay, he believed Bradley was gayer than Basil and Shay; which is pretty gay. And he believed Tom was his bottom b***h, if that was even the term he wanted to use. "Ja, he is gay. I assure you zhat he is. Much gayer zhan even Shay und his boyfriend," he voiced. But she needed more than that, didn't she? So he added, "I have...seen him mit multiple guys. For example, zhis boy at zhe party just zhe night before. I believe his namen vas(was)..." He moved his hands as he tried to recall it. It started with a 'B' he knew that for sure. But what was it? He couldn't even fully remember what the male looked like. He had glasses...most definitely. But so did a number of people. What else. "I cannot recall his name, aber he had v-neck shirts, brown hair and a 'B' name; Bradley and him had done zhings at zhe party. Zhough, even if you vere zu ask, I assure you he vould deny. Bradley only pretends zu be a homophobic, is because he is covering zhe fact zhat he is really gay. Him und Tom; I on zhe ozher hand is fully straight."

After she gave him a location to drive to, he pinpointed it in his GPS and started driving. In his mind he thought it would've been her house, though, it turned out that it was just a street corner that she wanted to be let out on, so she could drive home. He attempted to coax her into letting him drive her the remainder of the way. But it didn't work. Once Trinity said no, that was the end of it. He rolled his eyes and started heading towards the agency where they took their photos. On the way he had recieved a text message from Melody. He found himself grinning greatly towards that. She actually pulled the strings, he pretty much knew that his agent wouldn't mind. Once more, Kaiser pretty much owned him, at least the male was such a pushover that there wasn't much denying. Still, Kaiser knew he needed that text from Tom. He needed to know if they had a game tonight or just practice. He personally didn't know where he had put his schedule. So he went ahead and decided that after he replies to Mel, he'd be sure to send another text to Tom. But first, the queen bee:

You have nothing to worry about.
Steve is not an issue.
Who knows, maybe this shoot
will be a masterpiece. Maybe
we can grab lunch afterwards?
-KAISER

Then next to Tom:

Tom, is Bradley
there with you?
-KAISER

The texts were sent, he wouldn't be surprised if Tom was off doing who knows what with Bradley, killing time, not wanting to let Kaiser into the loop. Well, he'd show them. Tonight, during the practice or game, or whatever it would be, he'd make sure that he shined more than anyone. After all, who was more important than the kicker??? When he arrived at the agency, he parked his porsche into his usual spot, the very one that the male had sort of 'claimed' for himself and would actually get highly pissed if anyone dared to take it from him. He stepped out, slowly to make an entrance. His eyes trailed about to the various other cars seeing if he'd spot anyone else getting out of theirs. He saw a receptionist, but that was all. So he decided that he might as well pick up his game. However just as he started strolling over towards her, he caught sight of something. She was wearing green heels. She most likely had them to accent off her clutch or a type of bits of pieces of her outfit that he couldn't see from behind her. For the most part it looked your standard black dress-suit. Still, those shoes, it reminded him of Corey. That very girl who played him for a fool. That's what she did. The fact that she used him, honestly Kaiser felt he was one of those guys that you would never find a better version of. He was far better than Chris, and everyone knew this. Even Chris and his friends and even Chris's mother knew that there was no way that he could ever compare to Kaiser. He was the man! And sure lately he been harrassing her in a sense, but he didn't think it was enough. He wanted to taste her tears. He wanted for her to cry so he could fill his kingly goblet and drink them while watching people throw rotten vegetables at a chained up, naked, bruised and beaten Bradley Anderson.

By the time he was able to finish his awful fantasy, he realized the girl had already walked in. Oh well, it was her loss in his eyes. Instead he had things he had to do to Corey. And in his mind the perfect thing was set. His plan was ultimately evil. So evil that he felt he should talk to Steve about getting him to do a 'devil' themed shoot in the future. Steve, was his agent's name even Steve? He wasn't even sure. But that is what he named him, so that's what he was going to continue to refer to him as. Most likely his agent was in his office, meaning that Kaiser could put his plan into action on the way. He easily took out his cellphone, and sent a text to the Scene-Queen:

Are you surprised?
Be. This text is
not to bully you. Or
bring about pain of
any sort. I want 2 truce w/u.
U & I, should get together
@ sometime, so we can talk.
-KAISER


Oh he was so evil and he knew it. He felt the grinchy grin curling onto his lips as he walked into the building. He was technically early, and he knew it to be true. He could go in and bully his agent into changing up who'd he be doing the shoot with, but perhaps he could spare Steve and do the conversation over the phone? Most definitely. What difference would it make? So he sent another text to Corey:

What are you doing
right now?
-KAISER


Just as he made sure to send one to Demetrius next. See, Demetrius was one of his various people that Kaiser wanted to believe he controlled. Except...you see, he knew exactly what to do to ensure that the other would be attached to everyone. He would bring everyone into submission to him, just as his grandfather would tell him as a child. You should only be controlled by those of high power. Everyone else, might as well be beneath you. He took it to heart. He would make even Trinity become tame towards him, she wouldn't resist him. No one would be able to. He'd get everyone at once, regardless of who they're friends with. Melody was definitely a prize because she was Bradley's ex-girlfriend. And yet, there was someone else he was fascinated in doing something to, all in the name of getting back at someone. If you know René Kaiser Schröder, then you should know that he hates being made a fool of. He hates anyone who thinks they're better than him, or people make out to be better than him. As he thought about this, he looked down at his text to Demetrius:

Cancel any plans you have
for Midnight.
-KAISER


Then after that, one to Chris. His brows felt so narrowed that he could've swore his anger would curse his beautiful skin with wrinkles. Another reason why he couldn't stand the other. He thought he was so attractive, that he was so beautiful, that he was such a lover in bed didn't he. He thought he was Bradley's Anderson gay-cousin. It was so disgusting he practically spit on the pavement to remove the nastiness from his mouth. He wanted to not remember that taste of hatred.

Hello Christopher.
Prepare yourself.
I will break your looks
in the most ungraceful-manner.
-KAISER


[edited]

Translation
ja = yes
mit = with
namen = name
und = and

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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
✖✖✖

[Michirugurl]

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Alexis felt much better when she saw her friends, there is nothing like being with your own friends. You can be yourself and relaxed when your around them. “Hey then why invite us if your gonna be an a**.” Alexis replied to Chris earlier comment. She was smiling for she knew they were joking around and that’s what she loved about them, her friends, they can laugh and do whatever they wanted when they are together. The world doesn’t seem to matter besides they don’t care what other think, if they were crazy then let them be crazy. Alexis turned to Oliver “You seem pretty tired, late night?” she ask even though she knew the answer to the question. She saw Chris disappear to the back, probably fixing up their food, which she was already starting to smell. Alexis rubbed her temples to make the headache go down a bit, it didn’t hurt so much when she did that.

After a few more minutes Chris came out with his co-worker tabby and plates of food, which meant their breakfast finally arrived. Alexis was glad to receive her coffee but was much more happy when Chris brought about Alex’s favorite Chocolate-chip Banana Muffin. She didn’t even ask for it and Chris delivered it to her as always. He knew exactly what she wanted and all her favorite things. Their friends ship was more like a brother and sister bond, they knew each other well and they always talked to one another about everything in life. With Serena it was a sister bond, even though Alexis had a crush on Serena back in high school nothing ever happened and Alexis learned to accept the fact that Serena would never like her in that way and so Alexis was fine with it and learned to remain friends. With Oliver it was a little different Alexis hated the fact that Oliver treated girls like toys, it was like boy and his hot wheels. He buys a new car but gets bored with it after finding a new car that he wants. That was just the way Oliver was with girls, he had one but leaves them for another girl. But Alexis ignores it, she doesn’t ask about his personal life, like who’s the girl and he doesn’t ask Alex about her. That’s just the way it was and that’s the way Alex wants to keep it.

Alexis lifted the cup up to her lips and took a sip of coffee. Oh how good did it feel to have something warm circulate trough your body. It made her feel so much better and much more relax, on top of that he headache was cooling down. “Thanks Chris, you know me well” she said with a smirk. She watched as Chris joined her and Oliver at the table. “ I am pretty good with what I got, this should last for the day.” Alex told them. She took a bite from her muffin before listening to Chris ask if they wanted to go for a smoke outside. “God Chris you definitely know how to read minds, because I was craving for a smoke. So yeh I’ll join you as soon as I am done.” Alex noticed Chris placing his hands under the table but didn’t think anything of it. It was normal for people to place their hands on or off the table, it’s their choice. After a few more minutes Alexis took out her Cell Phone and decided to text Serena again:

Girl where r u?
Are u even up yet?
We r with Chris
@ his job.
Come join us?
Waiting for you
Party-freak
Alex
is out!

She then put her phone back in her pocket and took another gulp from her coffee. She was already halfway done with her muffin. She looked up when all of a sudden she see’s a tall guy walk in. He looked like a writer of some sort or maybe a reported. Even if he wasn’t he sure did dress like one. Then in just a few seconds he walks on over to where they were sitting. Alex was curious to know who this guy is. He then mentioned seeing them at a party. Alexis tried hard to think back to yesterday. She remembered her friends, drinking, and fights…”Oh yeh I remember you, I saw you too.” Alexis answered. She did see him a few times talking to people and writing on a little notepad. She was right he was a reporter. So what the hell was he doing here bothering Alex and her friends. He should be doing much more important matters. At that moment Alex heard Demetrius comment something about the fight between Chris and Justin.

Alex felt her face get hot with anger. Who the hell was this guy to come in here ask Chris about a fight like it was some normal report and then try to be all buddy buddy with them and sit at their table. What is this a sick joke? Alexis hated people like that and it pissed her off. “What the ******** is your problem buddy. Who Hell do you think you are walking in here like you know us just so you can get info on my buddy Chris. It’s none of your damn business. And I don’t care whether or not you were in the party leave my friend alone. He doesn’t want to talk about it!” Alexis was now standing up and staring at Demetrius with a very intense and hard stare. She didn’t want to see him or talk to him right now. That was rude what he just did and Alexis didn’t like it at all. He needs to learn some damn manners, learn that this was their table, their conversation, their friend time and he just came out of nowhere and just ruined the whole thing. He didn’t even know them., for all Alex knew they were just strangers. Alex got up and looked at her friends, she didn’t know what they were going to say but she was just defending her friend.

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[rajio_obake]

Thσмαs Gαbє Mєrcєr

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There was no remorse for calling the German a form of ‘nazi’ .. It was simply because he couldn’t stand the p***k. Kaiser was nothing more than a joke to Tom. It had been noticeable the other had been a user at times and wasn almost incapable of keeping a naturally built body. Last year he looked nothing like the guy he does now. His muscles were practically bulging out of his body and the proportions were all off. It was embarrassing even looking at the guy. Okay not necessarily because Tom tried his best to never be stuck near the guy for too long. And though this wasn’t a realistic goal, what with Kaiser being part of the football team and just an all around always trying to be in the middle of everything too.. Well the longer Thomas could go a day without hearing his obnoxious accent the better. Why it always seemed like there was something off with René’s grin? To Tom most of the time it was obviously fake and there was no possible way half the profuse words, statements, stories.. the whole shebang! Whatever. There was no way that ninety-nine-point-nine percent of it could be trusted. Some of it was deathly noticeable t was a lie, others just didn’t stick out as well. Whatever the case was Tom couldn’t think of the other as anything less of a loser. He wasn’t even the qwerty loser.. he was beyond that if there was such a thing. It was rude and horrid and maybe a few other things to think of someone so lowly but Tom couldn’t help it.. It was just one of those irksome things in life.

It wasn’t until he heard his friend’s voice was he dragged out of his thoughts. “Yoah… ” He said shifting a tad in the seat to make himself more comfortable. Tom hadn’t noticed that throughout his thinking of Kaiser he’d tensed up... But the guy just.. Well forget Kaiser Brad was talking to him. And watching him kick someone of a couch well it did provoke a good snicker simply because the younger males face. Though the snicker came and went like that before the subject of Tom’s relationship was brought up, really quick too. Almost like it was a new record or something he didn’t really expect to be asked so soon.. More so because he figured the conversation would start about something completely different.. Like the the Jets and the chances they had of making it to the Superbowl. If their college would make the championships. If Kaiser would find a way to successfully get his head out of his a**.. But nope it was about Logan and why he was dating her which the more he thought the snicker started again before he stopped it, “Man you seriously don’t get it…” An amused grin as he spoke, “I didn’t have to pretend.” So he was comparing Daiz to a ten. (If with simple ambiguous word play). Which yes in his opinion she was a ten with more than just her looks because he could have a conversation and not have to worry about her asking him which types of shoes looked best on her. It wasn’t like he could find a way to explain it to his friend. In truth there wasn’t because Brad wouldn’t take whatever answer or reason Tom had without imputing his own, but he was fine with it. It was just one of those things.

“It wasn’t like a blew you off for her yesterday, it doesn’t really matter.” What didn’t matter? Just the extra input on the situation. It was about then his phone vibrated and pulling it out the screen name on the phone caused the tensity to comeback... What was it about. What did the exchange student have to say that wasn’t already explained yesterday if not before then.. Flipping it open he reluctantly read and well the way Kaiser explained how he was tickling from the Nazi thing.. Well it just sounded awkward. The fact the other so nonchalantly asked him to get a few beers with him and the Dare-Devil who couldn’t stand him simply because he bullied his cousin here and there.. It was almost an insult to Tom. Sure to some they would see it as the other wanting to make amends but it was Kaiser and the dare-devil.. He wasn’t even on the football team from christsakes. and yes while there was practice the other male would know.. They already had practice yesterday while they took every opportunity they could to tackle him on the field. He would have known so he was just asking to ask. Nothing more. And the more Thomas thought on it the more he wished the german stayed back in his homeland or at least transferred to a different college... Maybe the weightlifter should’ve but it was his last year and there’d be no point in transferring out now.. He clicked the green circle to start a reply to Kaiser trying to piece something to say to the other together.


tickling your insides… that is the gayest
Comment I’ve heard thus far. You take the
Cake and are the showgirl inside it. And I’d
Rather get a few drinks with a leper than you
So you may as well su


Tom stopped writing his reply and shut his phone. He didn’t send the message but it did felt good to just get his annoyance out for a bit. It felt better than just reading the text over again and thinking of all the ways he’d like to beat the German’s head in. The weightlifter couldn’t stand the cheesiness of the guy… A few beers and we’ll be buds? That was how it worked in old eighties teen movies, but last Thomas checked this wasn’t the eighties and nor was he a teen. He’d hit his twenties. He knew how to hold his tongue for the most part. And that’s just what he was going to do. No point in starting something and between text nonetheless. Who could trust technology these days? Tom hardly checked his Facebook and he deleted his Myspace account. It was just extra things he didn’t want to have to deal with. “René pussed out yesterday.” Tom found himself saying aloud in and irked tone. He was just thinking about how the other hadn’t beat up the band geek and forced the writer to watch like he said he would have. Kaiser seemed so dense about the whole thing to agreeing after and dicking around the job taking his precious time asking question after question making suggestion after suggestion. And through it all he never did beat up Shay. Shay went unscathed the whole day and it just wasn’t right in a sense. Tom wasn’t taught to do no halfass job so maybe that’s why he was annoyed by it all... Before he could think of more things to poke at he received a text from Daiz almost smirking as he opened it simply because it said somethings he wanted to hear to boost his ego up for tonights game and she wasn’t a freak like the person who previously texted him. It was a quick reply or maybe he just typed it quicker than the previous message Tom couldn’t tell.


well i’ve got things i gotta do
so it was wake up or not get stuff
done. Sounds chill though, i had
you yesterday for the most part any
way.. but.. i’d be happy to oblige.
i’ll admit it never gets old hearing
the breathe get knocked out of others.


Thomas debated telling Brad that Logan would be at the game but it was dropped on impact. Simply because everyone knew the two couldn’t stand the others existence at times. Even last night when he found the two close by each other there was just that mutual tension throughout the air of the club last night.. At least for him. Just as he was putting his phone away he recieved yet another text. “Goddamn.” left the weightlifter’s lips because he wasn’t much of a cellphone user but he did have a few people he texted on occasion this own was from Ms. Rivera the school slut. Tom wondered what the sudden text was about and well he got what he asked for and a little more as he read it, “Whoa, oh oh.” Slipped his lips as he thought back to last night and how Mercedes brought up how Kaiser smelt like Brad. It was a little disturbing to say the least and the thought the other may’ve taken one too many glances down was a tad not comforting. Tom didn’t even care that she dissed his choice in date because Daiz was a hell of a lot saner than the slut and that was that. But the whole tale sounded a little unbelievable to Tom. Simply because he knew his friend was equally if not more homophobic than he so the whole thing on Brad being gay.. Did Kaiser roll that way? ‘He is a Euro...’ crossed his thoughts as he replied to the slut


Well you had sex with Brad.. And
René wasn’t around to teach him
then was he?
And last I checked I had graduated
Highschool.


Now. Just as he was typing that message the little envelope appeared and he held off looking at it for a second simply setting his phone on his pants instead of in the pocket. He felt obligated to tell Brad. Mainly because he’d just feel awkward if he didn’t tell Brad. After all the slut had one thing right about rumors like that spreading and he didn’t want go into practice today or anywhere and have people think Brad was gay? That was just stupid on their part if they believed it and beyond stupid on Kaiser’s because Brad did have a reputations of being a womanizer. And that was all BEFORE Kaiser went to their school.. So who would be as gullible as to believe that load of bull? “Kaiser said he taught you everything you know about sex…” He said jeeringly shaking his head from side to side making. “But he couldn’t cure your gayness..” Even though he did say it.. It just sounded gross coming out of his mouth. Like he’d gone to a trashcan and licked the lid the words didn’t set right but he did feel the need “So Stellana says.” For all Tom knew he was playing a gone of cyber telephone where he was getting one text and she got another that may’ve said something else. Either way the end result was just.. Well it was like when people called Daiz a dyke, ei his last text. Only when it was Daiz he could joke it off with her and not care. But Brad? Well it was Brad. Hoping to get his mind off the thought he picked his phone up to open the unread message only to see it was from Kaiser.. Which yes he didn’t reply to the guy but he had hoped that would make the other get the memo he didn’t want to text him.


is Shay with you?


Did that text sound sketch or was it just him.. “Is Brad with you?”. That’s like asking if Cristal was with Melody or vice versa... Plus the n****e piercer knows they live in the same frat house so what does he think the answer is? Asking him if Brad was with him what was he trying to insinuate something. Tom was just going to ignore the text sure he had sent a reply that time. But well it was annoying. He reclined back in the air stretching now that he was successfully able to put his cell phone away. “God people are stupid..” It was said technically as a general statement to the whole mass messaging he got, excluding the one his girlfriend had sent him.. Kaiser and Trin... He could’ve lived without their text frankly. “René needs to beat on the fags today.” If Kaiser went through with it it be a win-win situation. One the Band Geek be put in his place. And Two it would get Kaiser in a lot of s**t with the university and he wasn’t even that valuable a player so it wouldn’t mess with the teams season if he had to leave early due to some personal issues or whatever it be classified under. Tom just didn’t know, he didn’t want to think about it. He just wanted to go to the gym and lift. It relaxed him more than comfortable sofas and at that moment he needed a good warm-up...

So please hand me my cover and my soul,
I'll throw away every piece I own.
'Cause I believe if you need me to,
I'll risk my neck; I'll go down with you.
There's no line to what I would do,
Can I be your life 'cause I need you.